Outside the village, Amu meets the grave guard. This young man was wearing a white robe of Beihan's cultivator, and with Amu's eyesight, he could see at a glance that the young man had cultivated the root cultivation technique overnight, and he was refreshed at this time.

This young man should have been practicing the root cultivation technique for some time, and the breath in his body is smooth, and he has long passed the stage of development. At this time, in the young man's body, the immortal root is like ginseng, but it is a little virtual and unreal, which is the realm of root shape.

Development, root form, solidification, and quality are the stages of nurturing fairy roots. The young man in front of him is cultivating the authentic Northern Cold Root Cultivation Technique, and the road to root cultivation has already been halfway through. Maybe in less than a year and a half, you can order the root of the product to be successful.

It's just that since he is a Beihan cultivator, why don't you live here instead of being on the mountain? Amu had a slight doubt in his heart.

The young man had already seen Amu at this time, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he immediately recovered as before, and hurriedly bowed to Amu.

"Junior, Su Xin, meet the senior!"

Although Amu still suppressed his cultivation at this time, his bearing was still there, and he was not an ordinary person at first glance. Living at the foot of this Northern Hanxian Mountain, how could the young man not have some eyesight. As long as he is a monk, no matter what kind of cultivation he is, he will never be wrong to call himself a senior.

Amu nodded and smiled slightly. Since the young man wore a white robe from the Northern Han and cultivated the roots of the Northern Cold, he should be a Northern Han cultivator, and Amu naturally gave birth to a little kindness.

"Your name is Su Xin, and you are a cultivator of the Northern Han Sect?" Amu Wen said.

When the young man heard this, he couldn't help scratching his head, and said with some embarrassment: "My name is Su Xin......!" It's not a Beihan cultivator!"

"Oh?" Amu was slightly stunned, "It's not a Northern Han cultivator, how can you wear a Northern Cold white robe and practice the Northern Han Sect's root cultivation technique?"

The young man blushed and said, "I used to be, but I didn't get my roots up for seven years, so I went down the mountain!" At that time, I brought a white robe down the mountain, and I was a person from this village. As he spoke, Amu pointed to the mountain village not far away.

When Amu heard this, he laughed dumbly.

Nine times out of ten, people who are unsuccessful in raising roots. Like this boy, the cultivator who can't raise roots and go down the mountain after a few years doesn't know how many. But knowing that the root cultivation could not be achieved, and that he had already gone down the mountain, there were definitely not many people who still wore white robes to cultivate the roots.

You know, I didn't go down the mountain for thirteen years when I left the water. If you go down the mountain, you will not have a chance to do it later.

"If you haven't achieved the roots in seven years, it doesn't necessarily mean that the roots are hopeless, and since you have determined the path of cultivation, why should you go down the mountain? Maybe you will miss the opportunity. You must know that my Northern Han Sect is a peerless person who has only succeeded in cultivating roots for thirteen years!" Amu said in a gentle tone, and the success of thirteen years of root cultivation is naturally said to be out of water.

As soon as he heard Amu call himself my Northern Han Sect, this young man understood that the monk in front of him must be the Northern Han monk who traveled back to the mountain. These days, the three major immortal sects have begun to compete, and there are constantly Northern Han monks rushing back.

"What the predecessors taught me is that it is only in the 10,000 years of the Northern Han Sect that such a holy lotus has been produced, and Su Xin really doesn't dare to hope for it!" Although Su Xin said this, the look in his eyes was definitely not a look of undare. On the contrary, it is an absolute fear and self-confidence.

"Oh!" presumably there are still some insignificant secrets about this young man's descent from the mountain, and Amu is inconvenient to break it, "Then why are you here? This is the tomb of Grandpa Liruo!"

Amu naturally refers to how this young man guards the tomb here.

"I was originally from this village, and I was taken care of by Aunt Liruo of Tianzi Peak on the Beihan Mountain. After coming down the mountain, I volunteered to guard the tomb of my grandfather here!" Su Xin said respectfully.

"Aunt Liruo?" Amu Si called Liruo like this, and naturally had a very close relationship with Liruo.

"How long have you been on guard!"

"It's been almost three years!" replied Su Xin.

"It's rare that you have a heart!" Amu glanced at the clean lonely grave and sighed a little.

Grandpa Liruo's coffin was built by Amu himself, although Amu was only a cultivator at that time, but the thousand-year-old cypress and the original sigil were genuine.

It's just that now Amu knows the mystery of the runes painted on the coffin. There are those runes that are enough to make the thousand-year-old cypress coffin unchanged for a hundred years, and it also makes a lot of aura gradually gather here.

The old man has been lonely for half his life, and now there is a young man with him, who is also haode. And those auras must be extremely good for this young man.

"It's okay!" Amu didn't say anything about breaking the aura, but said, "Although this place is far away from the Northern Cold Peaks, the aura is thin, but it is quiet and no one disturbs it." Although this spiritual stone is a tombstone, it is quite beneficial to your cultivation. You are practicing here, except for the name of cultivating children, naturally you don't have the suffering of those miscellaneous labors, presumably this is also what Pear Ruo means, right?"

"Eh!" Su Xin thought that Amu had seen the key at once, so he had to say, "Aunt Liruo, you have always taken care of the juniors!"

"Fellow villagers share roots, it should be taken care of!" Amu smiled faintly, and then his expression was a little gloomy.

Who doesn't want to take care of their fellow villagers? Now this small village is rich in things and comfortable and happy, which must be due to Liruo.

However, his own Liu Zhen was destroyed by the Immortal Ghost Sect because of his Wang family and became a dead soul. In contrast, the Wang family owes Liu Zhen too much.

Seeing that Amu's face was not good, Su Xin thought that he had said something wrong and didn't dare to say anything more.

After a while, Amu said, "Is the pear okay?"

"Aunt Liruo, everything is fine! I even came to worship my grandfather last night!" Su Xin frowned, "Lishui?

Amu smiled bitterly and said, "Leaving the water is the holy lotus in your mouth!"

"Holy Lotus?" Su Xin was a little in awe of Amu, I don't know what the identity of this white-clothed monk is, he can actually say the name of Holy Lotus casually.

"The younger generation is young, and they only know the name of the Holy Lotus, but they don't know its name. However, I heard that the Holy Lotus has been in retreat for 40 years, and the other juniors don't know anything. Su Xin became more and more respectful.

Amu nodded, forty years ago, in the Great War of the Northern Cold, Lishui was seriously injured. The inside story and the story of the past forty years are definitely not something that a little cultivator like Su Xin can know.

"You said that Liruo came last night?" Amu suddenly remembered Su Xin's words.

"Hmm!" Su Xin nodded, "Aunt Liruo has a lot of worries, and she has come to worship her grandfather!"

"I'm preoccupied!" Amu frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"

"It's not a matter of the three great immortal sects!" Su Xin also sighed.

"The Great Competition of the Three Great Immortal Sects?" Amu asked.

"Exactly! The three great immortals of the Northern Han Sect, the Snow Falling Pavilion, and the Heavenly Desolate Gate and the Northern Desolation are compared, once every hundred years, and this year happens to be the year of the Northern Han!

"I know about Dabi. But it's been a long time outside, and I don't know if it's this year!" Amu said with a wry smile.

Amu knew very well the significance of the three great immortal sects to the Northern Han Sect, and he remembered the enthusiasm of the Northern Han Sect from Han Qianli to Bai Yifeng and the people of the Northern Han Sect to become the first immortal sect of the Northern Han.

"What's the matter??" Amu looked at Su Xin.

"I heard Aunt Liruo say that this year's big competition, the elites of Tianhuangmen and Jiangxue Pavilion are exhausted. Yesterday, the Northern Han Sect and the Tianhan Sect faced each other, and all five formations worshipped! Su Xin sighed.

"All five formations worship?" Amu raised his eyebrows.

Although the three major immortal sects are superior to the Tianhan Sect and the Jiangxue Sect, they have lost five battles in a row, which is still a little unreasonable.

Aunt Liruo said that forty years ago, Beihan's vitality was greatly damaged, and now the personnel in all veins are not in order. The second and third generations of disciples are not as wonderful and gorgeous, and they are far inferior to the Tianhuang Gate. Yesterday, in the battle at the fixed cultivation level, the three people of the Northern Han Sect were seriously injured!" Su Xin's eyes showed worry and pain.

However, he, an abandoned boy from the northern cold, can't change anything.

"I heard that today, Aunt Liruo is going to go to the ring in person! Defend my honor in Beihan, she is afraid that she will not be able to get out of the ring, so she specially came to see her grandfather!"

"Huh?" Amu's cheeks tightened, it seemed that the matter was far more serious than Su Xin said, and Li Ruo actually reported death when he came to power.

"What kind of cultivation do you want to do with pears?" Amu asked again.

"Juniors don't know!" Su Xin shook his head.

After all, Su Xin is still a cultivator who has not even raised immortal roots, and some things are not very clear.

Amu had no choice but to nod, in fact, according to his speculation, Han Bingyi was also an eight-rank spiritual root back then. Based on this, it is speculated that in the past forty years, Liruo's cultivation should also be above and below the void spirit.

At this time, Amu turned around and bowed down to the grave of Grandpa Liruo. I don't know, have you been here from Lishui all these years, and Amu can be regarded as doing his best for Senior Brother Lishui.

"I wanted to have a drink with your old man! Now it seems that I can only change the day!" Amu smiled, then flipped his hand and took out a pot of wine.

This is the diluted Seven Star Bitter Dew, and like the wine drunk in that small shop, it is definitely the best wine in the world.

Amu sprinkled some in front of the grave to pay tribute to the old man, and there was still half a pot left. Shake your hand and throw it to Su Xin.

"Take a bite every day, and then use the root nourishing recipe to catalyze, don't be greedy!" Then Amu took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Su Xin.

"You can't use anything else. This is a bottle of Root Cultivation Pill, and it is also one pill a day! Whether you can raise immortal roots, or whether you can cultivate, depends on your creation!"

"Thank you, senior!" Su Xin took it respectfully.

"In the future, if you can cultivate an immortal root of more than five grades, go back to Beihan and let the Holy Lotus accept you as a disciple!" Amu said lightly.

"Huh?" Su Xin was a little confused. It doesn't matter if the immortal roots above the fifth grade are above, but let the Northern Han Holy Lotus accept you as a disciple, how can that be?

"Dare to ask the name of the senior?" At this time, Su Xin remembered to ask Amu's name.

As if he had seen through Su Xin's thoughts, Amu smiled and did not answer Su Xin's question first.

"I said that the Holy Lotus will accept you, and the Holy Lotus will accept you! As long as you can raise more than five grade immortal roots! This time, if I can't meet Senior Brother Lishui, in the future, you will go to Beihan to find him, and say that I will accept you as a disciple for him!"

"Seniors are going back to the mountains to fight for my northern cold? Seniors should be careful!" Su Xin said sincerely.

"Don't worry! Now that I have returned to the mountain, the Northern Cold is invincible!" Amu smiled casually, "Because, I am the Northern Cold Demon Cultivator!"

After speaking, Amu didn't say more, nodded and smiled, and stepped out, teleporting away.

Northern Cold Demon Cultivator, Amu, Amu!

Su Xin was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that he had heard of this name. He finally knew who the white-clothed monk was!

If there are no Beihan disciples, you don't know the Demon Cultivator Amu, just like there are no Beihan disciples who don't know the Beihan Holy Lotus.

The demon cultivator returns to the mountain, and the blood stains the northern cold!