"Forget the soul and forget the grass!" Amu naturally remembered that this was the pot of fairy grass that the mysterious Mother Qianhua sold to them. "This grass is a different species, it will not wither for a hundred years, it will be watched day by day, it can solve the worries of life, and the girl may be able to use it in the future!"

"Little brother, just send a pot of soul-forgetting grass! girl worry-free, you will be happy!"

The words of Granny Qianhua that day are still in my ears. Now that I think about it, it seems that the Qianhua mother-in-law has already calculated the fate of Amu, Lishui, and Han Bingyi.

Only then did he point out the three of them, and the three treasures of the coffin remnant wood, the immortal soul sword lotus, and the soulless grass were all tailor-made.

That mother-in-law of Qianhua must be a peerless master, but it's a pity that she can't even tell her origin.

At this time, Amu took out the summoning jade talisman that Han Bingyi had given him from his arms and rubbed it gently. Amu knew that as long as he wanted, as long as he called lightly, Han Bingyi would wake up from his almost endless practice.

However, Amu knew Han Bingyi's character, and waking up Han Bingyi at this moment was equivalent to killing her. Since unless the soul realm can't get close, then Han Bing will only come out to see Amu if he enters the soul realm or even higher.

And with Han Bingyi's temperament, if Amu is no longer in the north when she goes out, she will look for it even if she has traveled through thousands of rivers and mountains.

At this time, suddenly Han Bingyi frowned slightly, I don't know if Amu disturbed her, making her seem to sense something and be a little unstable.

I saw that at this moment, the pot of soul-forgetting grass swayed gently, and a faint green glow emanated.

Han Bingyi's brow gradually relaxed, until it was completely silent, and she breathed as usual.

Sure enough, it was this pot of fairy grass that calmed Han Bingyi's soul for forty years and helped her improve her realm so quickly.

"Senior Sister Han, I'm back!" Amu looked at the small courtyard and smiled slightly. However, he didn't expect Han Bingyi's answer, he just talked to himself.

"Stinky boy, do you still know to come back?" Han Bingyi naturally couldn't hear Amu's words, but at this moment, a slightly hoarse voice came from the shadows.

"Oh!" Amu chuckled, in fact, he had already sensed that someone was coming, "Your old man is coming quickly!"

Then, Amu looked into the shadows, and saw a thin old man in black with a black gourd hanging from his waist, floating and appearing like a ghost.

This black-clothed old man is none other than the soul body of the ancestor of the North Peak of the Northern Han Sect Town.

"Junior, Amu, meet senior!" Amu restrained his smile and solemnly bowed to the black-clothed man.

"Hmph!" the black-clothed man snorted coldly, "It's good that you're not dead, but my old man has been looking for you on the sea wilderness for nearly forty years!

Although I don't know why the Desolate Soul Secret Realm disappeared in the first place, I guess it must be related to Amu.

When Amu heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Except for Master Wang Jue, Bitter Xinzi is the only one who knows the secret of the demon coffin on his body. So when facing the painstaking son, whether it is his body or soul body, Amu is very relaxed.

Painstakingly is the one who Amu can fully believe in this shijie.

Amu didn't speak, first took out a wine jug from the Qiankun Ruyi bracelet and threw it directly to the bitter son in black.

"You're old, this is a little compensation!" Amu said with a smile.

"Huh?" the black-clothed bitter man frowned, "What good wine can a stinky boy have, where have you been all these years?"

The black-clothed bitter man took the wine jug while asking, but all drunkards drink with a sip and then say, and this black-clothed bitter man is no exception. He took the flask and took a sip.

"Huh?" But as soon as the wine was in his mouth, the face of the black-clothed bitter man changed instantly, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Seven stars...... This is the bitter dew of the seven stars after blending!"

The black-clothed bitter man held the wine jug in his hand and looked at Amu with a strange expression.

Amu looked at the black-clothed bitter son unusually calmly, without the slightest surprise, because when he sent out this pot of seven-star bitter dew, Amu expected the reaction of the black-clothed bitter son.

"How's it taste?" said Amu with a smile.

At this time, seeing that Amu was so calm, the black-clothed hard-hearted man couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"People are old, they are shocked!" "The black-clothed bitter dew laughed at himself, "This seven-star bitter dew is the three famous wines of the sea wilderness, although it is blended, but the taste is naturally unique!"

As he spoke, the black-clothed man took another big sip, and then sighed, as if he was reminiscing about the taste of wine, and as if he was sighing about the past of 10,000 years.

"I didn't expect it! Alas, your realm has improved far beyond my expectations. Moreover, a Demon Cultivator of the Spirit Saint Middle Rank Great Perfection was able to come back alive under the hands of the Emperor of the Great Desolation!

"Emperor of the Wilderness?" this was the first time Amu had heard the name.

"What's the matter? You can't brew this seven-star bitter dew yourself?" the black-clothed bitter man sneered, "The only person in the entire Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture who can brew this seven-star bitter dew is the Emperor of the Great Desolation! This wine can't be wrong! This is the taste of nearly 10,000 years." ”

As he spoke, the black-clothed man took another big sip, still unsatisfied.

"Is the Emperor of the Desolation an old man with white hair and lameness?" Amu asked.

"Oh?" the black-clothed bitter man frowned, and then said with relief, "It's been almost 10,000 years, who can know what he looks like now?"

"Oh?" Amu frowned slightly.

"Perhaps, what you see is not his true appearance at all! The Emperor of the Desolation rarely shows people in his true appearance, and even I don't know his appearance. The black man added bitterly.

"Oh?" Amu was surprised, "Is he a Realm Tribulation Cultivator?"

"Tribulation Realm?" The black cloth couldn't help but stop the wine gourd in his hand, and looked at Amu Dao strangely, "It seems that you have not only grown in the past forty years, but also your knowledge!

"That's what the white-haired, lame old man who sells wine told me!" Amu laughed.

"Don't sell it! Tell my old man about your experience in the past forty years!" said the black man with some impatience.

"Okay!" Seeing the impatient appearance of the black cloth, Amu had no choice but to agree immediately.

Then Amu told himself from entering the Secret Realm of Desolate Souls, meeting Shen Yan, collecting all kinds of treasures of Desolate Souls, obtaining the inheritance of the God King of War, ringing the magic bell, and fighting with the Demon Cultivator Xiao Luo and the Soul Cultivation Intermediate Great Perfection Soul Body, the shattering of the Desolate Soul Secret Realm, rebirth and cultivation in the realm of the Demon Coffin, and then to the killing of the three elders of the Immortal Ghost Sect in Liuzhen, as well as the encounter with the mad monk and the plum blossom elf and the mysterious white-haired lame old man in Baicheng, etc., completely told the black-clothed painstaking son.

There is a painstaking son, in the Northern Han Sect, Amu is definitely not afraid of who can eavesdrop.

Amu had almost no reservations, the only thing he kept was the affection between himself and Shen Yanzhi, and the Murong Haiqing that Zuihou saw outside Baicheng.

Regarding his own master, Amu instinctively felt that there must be a secret of immortality, and if he didn't know his black rattan, then he must not know anything else, so Amu didn't talk about it.

Rao is like this, and the black-clothed hard-hearted son also frowned when he heard it, and his face changed several times.

You must know that the true body of the painstaking son is a soul-scattering monk, an old monster who has lived for nearly 10,000 years. The nearly 10,000-year history of cultivating immortals in the Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture was in his heart, but after listening to Amu's story, many things were still beyond his imagination.

The ordinary soul creatures in the Desolate Soul Secret Realm have all heard of it, and the root of the black devil, the blood-winged bat, the battle soul horse king, etc., can't move the black-clothed painstaking son.

The Qingyuan Yun family and the Miao family even made the painstaking son sneer.

Even when he heard about the Immortal Ghost Sect's Floating Soul Son waiting for Amu and the White City of the Northern Kingdom, the black-clothed Bitter Son also sneered, and seemed to have quite a mastery.

Moreover, the painstaking people who heard these understood that the hunchbacked old man with white hair and slope must be the emperor of the Taihuang Wilderness, and finally understood that the night of Weishenme, the song of hatred was going to resound throughout the Northern Wilderness.

However, the mysterious Shen Yan with the face of the supreme ghost god, the supreme inheritance of the God of War, the resurrection of the Desolate Soul Ancient Beast and the murals in the Black Demon Temple, the appearance of the Demon Cultivator, the appearance of the magic clock, the vision of the Desolate Soul Secret Realm, etc., these things are beyond the imagination and knowledge of the painstaking son.

Originally, I just hoped to experience Amu, get the 'Spirit of the Desolate Soul', and practice the art of soul dance. But now it seems that Amu's experience is too rich and bizarre, and it contains too much information.

For a long time, Ku Xinzi didn't speak, just drank the bitter dew of the seven stars in the wine jug. Amu had more questions in his heart than painstaking thoughts, so he didn't speak.

"Amu, according to what you said, you have to go to the Immortal Ghost Sect!"

"Yes! If you want to find my master and Yu'er, you have to go to the Immortal Ghost Sect. Moreover, I only learned today that forty years ago, Senior Han went to the Immortal Ghost Sect, and now I don't know whether he lives or dies! These three people, each of them is worth my visit. "Amu Dao.

"Hmm!" the black-clothed man nodded bitterly, without saying anything, as if he didn't mean to object.

"There will be a battle in the Northern Han Tomorrow, and as soon as the matter of the Northern Han Sect is over, you will go to the North Peak of the Town! I have something to tell you!" said in a rare solemn tone.

Amu knew that the painstaking son was going to say something extremely important or secret, so he nodded hurriedly and said, "The junior understands!"

The black-clothed man glanced at the purple light in the void with painstaking thoughts, this was the brilliance of the Northern Han Protector Sect's Great Array.

The brilliance of this great array has been accompanied by nearly 10,000 years of painstaking work.

"Be careful of the mortal you said who is exactly the same as Demon Cultivator Xiao Luo!"

"All coincidences must have cause and effect!" Amu pondered this sentence for a moment and disagreed.

The black-clothed bitter man seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned his head to Amu and said, "Before coming to Zhenbei Peak, don't forget to go to Heavenly Burial Peak!"

"What are you doing?" Amu wondered. If it's such a thing as meeting Qianzo Zhenren, I guess I don't have to tell it in person.

"Take the piece of black wood in the Tianzang Cave!" "The black-clothed painstaking man said lightly, "The demonic spirit of the Tianzi Cave Mansion has already been absorbed by you, and there is still a piece of coffin in the Tianzang Cave, so there is no need to keep it anymore!"

"The remnants of the coffin?" Amu was shocked.