Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Chapter 742 Daily Life in the Heavenly Family
In the blink of an eye, the third year of Yuanshi has quietly come to an end, and the coldness between heaven and earth is growing thicker.

In the howling north wind, snowflakes fluttered down from the dark sky, each one as crystal clear as jade.

The surface of the Luo River is no longer the rippling waves of the past, but is covered with a thin layer of frost, reflecting the lights of thousands of homes on both sides of the river, like a quietly lying silver belt running through the city.

But the prosperity and bustle of Luojing City did not diminish in the slightest due to the coming of winter.

In the streets and alleys, the sounds of hawking can be heard one after another, and the smoke from the streets mixed with the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes and sugar-fried chestnuts permeates the air in the cold wind.

In the lantern shops on the street, craftsmen are busy making all kinds of lanterns for the upcoming New Year; children brave the frost and snow and flock to the streets, playing and frolicking on the snow-covered ground, throwing snowballs at each other.

Gu Xu was practicing swordplay by the lake in Changchun Garden where floating ice was floating.

He was wearing a green gown, the hem of which fluttered gently in the north wind. The "Zhao Ye Qing" in his hand was as black as ink, and it looked even deeper against the backdrop of the lights in the distant palace.

However, when he swung the knife, the tip of the knife emitted little orange-red lights, as if countless fireflies were dancing following the blade.

His movements were not bound by any specific sword techniques, but rather seemed to follow his heart.

If someone proficient in martial arts saw it, he would be able to vaguely perceive the shadow of hundreds of sword techniques, but it would be difficult to specifically identify its origin.

But if there were a powerful saint present, he would definitely be able to see that each of his moves and each style was in line with the great principles of heaven and earth, as if they had merged into one with the invisible rules between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, he turned around abruptly, and his long sword cut through the sky like a meteor, slashing out with a cold light.

The sword intent whizzed past, skimming across the lake, stirring up pieces of thin ice that flew into the air, and then shattered into countless ice crystals in mid-air, which fluttered down and dotted the night sky like flowers scattered by a fairy.

When Gu Xu was practicing with the sword, his mind was not on the sword.

His thoughts had long been traced back along the cause and effect thread of "Zhao Yeqing".

In his perception, countless causal lines were entwined on the blade, interweaving into an intricate network. Among them, there was an especially thick and bright one, like a bridge, crossing the barriers of the world, shuttling through the endless void, and leading directly to the distant Lingxiao Realm.

Gu Xu knew that the other end of this causal line was Chen Suhui.

She is the host of the "Royal Refining Workshop" and also the main refiner of "Zhao Yeqing".

The Lingxiao Realm is now under the control of Taishang Haotian, and Gu Xu has no way of knowing what Chen Suhui's current situation is; and as the dogtail grass bracelet and his clone "Meng Zhike" burned out, he also lost the way to communicate with her directly.

He could only confirm that she was still alive through this thread of cause and effect.

"I wonder if Bixia Palace can withstand the pressure from Taishang Haotian and protect her..." He thought silently in his heart, with a trace of worry between his brows.

In the battle on the floating island in Tiangong, Gu Xu was able to successfully practice the way of "subversion" and successfully advance to the eighth realm, in which Chen Suhui made an indispensable contribution.

When she broke through the realm, she caused a large-scale strange phenomenon, shocking the people of Lingxiao Realm at the appearance of another "immortal body". This incident directly weakened the incense power that Taishang Haotian had accumulated through the "Son of Destiny" for a long time, and caused a significant impact on his authority.

However, during the subsequent escape from Lingxiao Realm, Gu Xu's clone was killed by the golden lightning summoned by Taishang Haotian.

The other people around him were no match for Tai Shang Haotian, who controlled the nine powers, and could only rely on the "Haotian Ship" seized by Gu Xu to escape in a hurry.

Although Gu Xu's strength is now much greater than before, and the Great Wilderness World has gathered many reliable strong men, if he wants to break into the territory of Tai Shang Haotian, who controls the power of "King", and forcibly rescue people, he still does not have an absolute chance of winning.

Taishang Haotian may have seen through Chen Suhui's origins and regarded her as a hostage. If Gu Xu takes action against Lingxiao Realm again, it is very likely that she will be killed. If he wants to rescue Chen Suhui from Lingxiao Realm, the best way Gu Xu can think of is to have enough power to crush Taishang Haotian. Only by completely getting rid of Taishang Haotian before he has any idea of ​​targeting her can Chen Suhui's safety be ensured.

"I must advance to the ninth realm as soon as possible."

Gu Xu thought about it while swinging the knife again.

The blade light carried a sharp chill and dots of orange light, cutting through the dark night and slashing down from top to bottom.

In an instant, the majestic sword intent crossed the lake, as if all the power between heaven and earth was gathered in this strike, actually splitting the lake water apart.

The lake water surged violently to both sides, forming two smooth vertical sections, and the silt and rocks at the bottom of the lake were clearly exposed.

After a few breaths, as Gu Xu put away his knife, the lake water roared back and quickly returned to calm, like a flawless mirror, as if everything that had just happened had never happened.

Just then, the sound of brisk footsteps accompanied by childish shouts broke the tranquility of the lake.

"Daddy!"

Gu Xu was slightly stunned, then turned around and saw a small figure running towards him staggeringly on the snow.

The child was only less than two years old, but she walked steadily, with a happy smile on her face, as innocent as a warm sun in winter. She was wearing a white jacket with a few red dots on the cuffs and hem, which made her look particularly smart and cute in the snowy night.

In the night, her eyes, which were different from those of ordinary people, were exceptionally bright. Deep in the dark pupils, a golden-red light flickered faintly, like a burning bonfire.

A gentle smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of Gu Xu's mouth.

He knew that Gu Qingyan had extraordinary blood. He had learned to talk and walk when he was less than one year old. Now he had begun to learn to read and could even run out of the house to play by himself.

Whether inside or outside the palace, everyone who saw her was impressed and believed that the royal family would definitely produce a peerless genius in the future.

He gently put "Zhao Yeqing" into the scabbard, half squatted down, and opened his arms to welcome his daughter.

"It's so cold, why did you run out of the house again?"

The little girl threw herself into his arms, hugged his neck tightly with her tender hands, and said in a baby voice: "Qingyan is not afraid of the cold! Qingyan wants to play with daddy!"

Gu Xu chuckled, picked her up, and spun her around steadily a few times.

The girl's clear laughter rang out, like a silver bell, floating in the cold night sky.

Seeing his daughter happy, Gu Xu finally understood why there are so many "daughter slaves" in the world. When this blood-related "little cotton-padded jacket" is by his side, it seems that all troubles will be dispelled by her laughter.

At the same time, the future scenes he saw after traveling through time and space emerged in his mind.

He lay quietly in the coffin, turning into a cold corpse.

Zhao Yan stood aside holding Gu Qingyan's little hand.

The daughter looked confused, stunned and dazed. Her eyes, which usually glowed with golden and red light, were now dim and lifeless. She seemed unable to accept the fact that she had lost her father.

She was even less prepared to carry the weight of the entire wilderness on her tender shoulders.