Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 980
The stone sculpture roared like thunder: "Who is coming!"

Liu Qinghuan stopped in front of the door, looked up at the high lintel, cupped his hands and said, "Qinglin in the Ten Thousand Dendrobium Realm, dare to ask you, is this place the Yinyang Market?"

"Exactly!" The stone carving said loudly, "You want to enter the city?"

Liu Qinghuan paused for a moment, and replied: "Of course, since we've arrived here, it's not in vain to come here if we can go to the city for a look."

"Then listen up!" the stone sculpture said: "Entering my Yin-Yang Market, you may get lost in the gap of time, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, and never find the way back."

Liu Qinghuan was surprised, there is such a big risk in going in?This made him involuntarily curious about what the legendary Yin Yang Market is like.

After thinking about it, he asked, "Brother Shi, do you know Yanhou?"

The stone sculpture turned his head, and his tone changed: "Oh, you are talking about the guy who guards the altar outside, hasn't he been beaten to death yet?"

"Fortunately, I'm not dead yet." Liu Qinghuan couldn't help laughing: "But before I entered the altar, he told me that I could get a certain kind of inheritance, but for so long, I didn't even see a shadow of that inheritance. So I want to I would like to ask Brother Shi, is the inheritance within the Yin Yang Market?"

"He told you that? Hahahaha!"

The stone carving suddenly burst out laughing, leaning back and forth as if hearing something funny.

Liu Qinghuan raised her eyebrows and asked: "Could it be that what he said is all false, just tricking me?"

"That's not true." The stone carving finally smiled and said: "You need to find the inheritance by yourself. As for whether you can find it, it depends on whether you have the opportunity. Well, you can go in now."

He turned around creakingly, put his hand on the doorpost beside him, and saw that the carvings on it began to swim as if they were alive, and the originally empty door frame was filled with light, gradually appearing an end-to-end Tai Chi Yin Yang Diagram.

Liu Qinghuan had a lot of doubts in her heart, and wanted to ask again, but the stone carving's eyes had dimmed and became motionless.

Now that the matter has come to this point, no matter what the road ahead is, he can only go to the Yinyang Market to take a look.Liu Qinghuan took the Thunder Meter in her hand and stepped into the stone gate.

Passing through the black and white Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram, the hotness in the abyss and the screams of monsters disappeared in an instant, and a fresh wind blew in front of you.

There is a sense of being down-to-earth under the body, but in front of my eyes is a vast white mist, so thick that even the consciousness cannot penetrate it.

This surprised Liu Qinghuan, he stopped on the spot vigilantly for a moment, and walked forward slowly after he didn't feel any danger.

Fortunately, the fog gradually thinned, and the surrounding scenery gradually revealed, but it was an ordinary long street, with shops lined up on both sides of the street, and the bustling voices of people came into my ears.

Liu Qinghuan stood on the street in bewilderment, feeling extremely familiar yet completely unfamiliar, everything seemed familiar.

This is an ordinary fairy city that is common in various parts of the world of cultivating immortals. There is an endless stream of monks coming and going. They are different, but most of them are common clothes in the world of cultivating immortals.

The shops on both sides of the street sell everything from pills to magical instruments, but they are basically ordinary things.

The only thing that surprised him was that the cultivation bases of those monks who came and went, there were low-level ones and two-level ones, and the high ones were even almost the same as his cultivation bases, and the items sold in those shops were equally low-level and high-level. .

This is very unusual, because in most cities of cultivating immortals, high-level monks maintain their own identities and will not mix with low-level monks. Of course, the latter dare not act presumptuously or walk around in front of the former.They each have their own areas of activity, and they are clearly separated from each other, and they seldom communicate with each other.

However, during the quarter of an hour or two standing on the street, Liu Qinghuan has seen more than once, whether it is Qi training and Jindan, or Jianji and Yuanying, talking and laughing with each other, as if all identities here The differences have disappeared, and the status is not important.

Liu Qinghuan was thinking about the meaning of this situation when she was patted on the shoulder, and a voice sounded from behind: "Qinghuan."

Liu Qinghuan's body shook, and she slowly turned her head.

Behind him, a handsome male cultivator looked at him with a smile: "Why are you standing here?"

"...thousand...miles?"

Mo Qianli took a step back in an exaggerated way: "What kind of eyes do you have? If you haven't seen me for a few days, it's like you don't know me."

"A few days..." Liu Qinghuan's expression was indescribable: "We met a few days ago?"

Mo Qianli said strangely: "Yes, we just came back from the underground ice palace in the northern border together not long ago."

Liu Qinghuan looked at the other party silently. He didn't remember any underground ice palace he had been to, let alone not long ago.

A faint white net quietly appeared in his left eye, scanning Mo Qianli's body carefully, he suddenly understood what the stone carving said before.

Mo Qianli, one of Liu Qinghuan's best friends since he was a teenager, died in the battle of sealing the world hundreds of years ago.At that time, he was still in the Nether Realm of Jiuyou, and when he returned to Yunmengze, he learned the news of the other party's death, but he didn't even see him for the last time.

But now this Mo Qianli was standing in front of him alive. Even if he used the supernatural power of the net of life and the abyss of death, it only proved that the other party was indeed a living person, not a dead soul or anything else.

The yin and yang ruins the sky, exists between yin and yang?The end is on the other side of life and death?

Seeing that he remained silent, Mo Qianli showed a worried look on his face, and took a step closer: "Are you okay?"

All kinds of thoughts flashed by, Liu Qinghuan suddenly smiled, and said: "It's okay... I was going to find you, but I didn't expect to meet you here. Are you free, let's go together..."

He glanced up casually, pointed to a shop and said, "Go there for a drink?"

"Okay!" Mo Qianli readily agreed, putting his arms on his shoulders very naturally: "Let's go, I haven't had a drink for a long time, and I was just thinking about this."

Liu Qinghuan hadn't hooked up with anyone for many years, and for a moment some inexplicable emotion came to her mind.

In an unexpected place, I saw a friend who had passed away long ago. Although I knew all this was false, but seeing Mo Qianli who was alive and kicking at the moment, those breezy, happy and unrestrained youth seemed to emerge before my eyes.

The two entered the restaurant, ordered drinks, and started chatting.

Liu Qinghuan started from Mo Qianli's underground ice palace, calmly speaking Mo Qianli's words, and the other party had unsuspecting trust in him, and said everything cracklingly.

Soon, he discovered that Mo Qianli didn't know that he was dead, and his past experiences were no different. The difference was that Mo Qianli outside died, but Mo Qianli here continued to live, and he didn't notice anything wrong at all. wrong.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't find any flaws, and pondered: "So, you have been in Yinyang Market for hundreds of years..."

"Yin Yang Market?" Mo Qianli asked in surprise, "What kind of place is that?"

(End of this chapter)