Junior sister, she cultivates the way of life

Logically, there should be a stone statue on the opposite side, but when Fu Zhu looked over there, there was only an empty stone pier.

Is that the position of Venerable Qingyun's Taoist partner? Looking at this scene, it really looks like the scene where Venerable Qingyun killed his wife to prove his truth.

Why did he leave behind a stone statue of himself killing his wife to prove his faith? And why didn’t he leave behind a stone statue of his Taoist partner?
Is it because of guilt?

It was difficult for Fu Zhu to connect the appearance of Venerable Qingyun that she saw in the Five-Colored Spiritual Realm with the man who killed his wife to attain enlightenment.

But now that she has arrived at the main hall of Chongxiao, perhaps there is a chance to unveil this mysterious veil.

Fu Zhu retracted his gaze and walked towards the main hall of Chongxiao with the lantern.

In a moment, she discovered the mystery in the square.

This road was not far, and with every step she took, the distance to Chongxiao Main Hall did not shorten. In her mind, there were countless different places, which she was able to see in a hurry.

Fu Zhu lowered his eyes and murmured softly: "So it's the constraints of the laws of the universe."

She summoned the Five-Suns Immortal Sword, swung it forward, broke the rules, opened up a new path, and came to the main hall.

Nine stone steps, nine tests.

Fu Zhu stepped onto the first stone step. Suddenly, the gravity increased, and her back was bent down. Her black hair fell and swept across the corners of her eyes, making her feel slightly itchy.

The sound of beads of sweat dripping on the stone steps was infinitely amplified, like a drop of water falling into the lake of the heart, so clear that it caused the heart to tremble.

pat.

With a slight sound, the Lingxi lamp fell gently to the ground, and Fuzhu's wrist drooped slightly.

It seemed as if there were countless invisible puppet strings pulling at her arms and knees from below, and the pressure surged like a tide.

Fu Zhu's face was covered with sweat, and her body looked a little embarrassed. She tried to raise her head and looked at the plaque with the three big characters "Chongxiao Palace" engraved on it, and straightened her body little by little.

call.

Fu Zhu exhaled and felt lighter. She picked up the Lingxi lamp and stepped onto the second stone step.

In the bright world of Jinghu Lake, a woman in white clothes with dancing black hair sat cross-legged on the lake, her back to Fuzhu, her beautiful figure reflected in the lake water.

Her voice was clear and cold, like the cold autumn water, penetrating into the heart.

She asked: "The road ahead is difficult and dangerous, do you still want to go on?"

The voice was somewhat familiar, and Fu Zhu felt an inexplicable complex emotion in her heart. She nodded and said, "Like the flowing water in the east, it will never turn back."

The woman smiled gently and asked, "Even if you forget your swordsmanship, will you not regret it?"

Fu Zhu replied: "My swordsmanship and myself have long been one. Even if I forget myself, as long as I am there, the swordsmanship is there."

She lifted her eyelids and looked at the woman: "You know the answer, don't you?"

She knew that this was the Heart Lake. The woman looked back, revealing a face exactly like Fuzhu's. She nodded and said, "Yes, I know the answer, because you are me and I am you."

The woman in white slowly stood up and made way. The second level was easy to pass because they had no disagreements.

Fuzhu returned to reality and stepped onto the third stone staircase, the fourth stone staircase... the ninth stone staircase. In an instant, he was shrouded in chaos. Chaos connected everything, he could not see or hear anything. This loneliness seemed to last until the end of time.

The passage of time has no meaning. A figure is walking aimlessly, tirelessly, without knowing where he came from or where he is going.

A long time passed, one year, two years, ten years, a thousand years...

The figure, who had been walking for who knows how long, slowly stopped. She looked back at the road she had walked. In the chaos, rays of light extended out, and the traces of the sword finally gathered at her feet.

With a crackling sound, it was like ice flowers bursting and exploding, and this small world collapsed and dispersed.

Fu Zhu was a little dazed. Has she achieved enlightenment?
She closed her eyes, and all the sword energy in the world appeared in her mind.

The place with the strongest sword-wielding aura is in the Qingyun Secret Realm. There will be a great fortune here that will benefit the world.

Then, an unknown place emerged in his mind, where the sword luck was like a dragon. Pillow Mountain, Queyue Mountain, Zhaoying Mountain... Qiulian Sword Sect, the sword luck of the four major sword sects, was as prosperous as ever, stretching for a thousand years.

Some small hills popped up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and the sword energy was floating in the air.

The most barren place is a boundless sea. The Talisman Pearl cut off a thousand years of sword luck, but everything has its limits. After a thousand years, the South China Sea Sword Luck will flourish again, surging like a mighty river.

Fu Zhu also saw a ball of wisdom light, which traveled through the long river of time, appearing and disappearing from time to time, and its whereabouts were uncertain. It was... the sword tomb.

The sword tomb wanders around the world, picking up ownerless swords and sealing them up. The next time the sword tomb appears will be three hundred years later.

Fu Zhu's cultivation had not yet reached its peak, so her mind was extremely exhausted. She rubbed the painful acupuncture points, exhaled a few times, adjusted her qi, and restored her energy. Then she reached out and pushed the heavy door of the palace.

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In this part of the secret realm of Eternal Day, there are gusts of breeze and bright skies, and it gathers Mahayana monks from all over the world of cultivation.

There was no aura around them, and they looked no different from ordinary mortals.

In the secret realm, there are natural treasures that would cause people to fight for them even to the point of bloodshed if they were taken outside, but they completely disdain them.

Those ten thousand year old Ganoderma lucidum and the one hundred thousand year old cloud deer spirit beast were discarded like trash. Several beams of light flew away, heading straight towards the main hall of Qingxiao.

The majestic hall stood in the clouds, and a jade ladder as wide as the Milky Way looked like a fairy scroll that was thrown down by someone holding one end of the scroll.

Three thousand weak waters and three thousand rivers lie before the jade ladder.

The Taoist nun in green, the sloppy monk, the handsome young man with an immortal deity, the old Taoist holding a whisk, the old man who is half human and half ghost, the sickly beauty who is as weak as a willow in the wind, the old weirdo who is about to die, the ordinary middle-aged man, no one who sees them will associate them with Mahayana monks.

The main hall of Qingxiao was right before their eyes, but they suddenly hesitated and dared not move.

Mahayana monks are already at the pinnacle of this world, but they still have things they are afraid of.

The Taoist nun in green frowned slightly: "There are a total of thirteen Mahayana monks in the world, and five have not come yet. Did they find out that there is something fishy going on in the Qingyun Secret Realm?"

The frail female cultivator covered her chest with her hands and said in a charming voice, "It doesn't matter if other people come or not, but the head of Zhenshan, Wen Chen, practices the divine calculation of heaven and explores the secrets of heaven. He hasn't come yet, so I'm afraid he has figured out something. You all should be careful."

The old weirdo leaned on a cane, his face was covered with a layer of dry bark. When he spoke, his voice was like a saw: "Although Wen Chen is in the Mahayana realm, he is not yet perfect. I heard that he was seriously injured because of spying on the secrets of heaven. He has been in seclusion for many years. I am afraid he may not know the news of the appearance of the Qingyun Secret Realm."

(End of this chapter)