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Chapter 28: Ten Years as a Military Master, Gifting Qingshan Seven Swords (Seeking Follow-up Reading)

One month later.

At the foot of the green mountains.

"Cough cough..."

The little boy supported Zhao Ping with great effort, and the two of them were climbing the green mountain slowly and arduously.

Zhao Ping's face was as pale as paper, blood seeped through his clothes as he breathed, his breathing was weak, and he looked very frail.

The little boy was exhausted and they both lost their balance. Zhao Ping fell heavily on the stone steps, and a pool of bright red blood quickly spread under him.

"Uncle Zhao!"

The little boy rolled and crawled, anxiously checking Zhao Ping's condition.

"Jingtian, go, go..." Zhao Ping's vision was blurred. He raised his hand with difficulty and pointed tremblingly in the direction of the top of the mountain.

"Uncle Zhao, you can't die! It's all my fault. If Jingtian hadn't dragged you down, how could those bad guys have hurt you!" The little boy Jingtian blamed himself and felt guilty.

The eight hundred black knights of Jin, the two innate masters, and the eight grandmasters were no match for Uncle Zhao. It was only because of this burden that Uncle Zhao, the Qingfeng Sword Saint, suffered such a severe blow.

"I don't blame you..." Zhao Ping fainted before he could finish his words.

"Uncle Zhao."

Jingtian gritted his teeth, mustered up his courage, carried Zhao Ping's weight on his thin shoulders, and climbed to the top of the mountain step by step.

"Whoop whoosh!"

After trekking up hundreds of steps, he was already panting, with sweat and tears mixed together and sliding down. He stopped briefly and his eyes fell on the shocking bloodstain at the foot of the mountain.

"We can't stop. Uncle Zhao's senior brother is an immortal. He must have a way to save Uncle Zhao."

"Yeeeeeeeeee~"

Just as he was about to carry Zhao Ping on his back again, a strange voice came from above his head.

Little Jingtian first smelled a fresh fragrance, which lifted his spirits.

He looked up and saw a little man wearing a red bellyband and only three inches tall standing on a stone, with the green leaves above his head swaying gently in the breeze.

"Monster, monster..."

Little Jingtian cried out and fell down on the steps involuntarily.

"Aiya~" The ginseng doll jumped down and looked at the unconscious Zhao Ping with a frown.

"You, you monster, what do you want to do to Uncle Zhao?" Seeing this, Xiao Jingtian pulled out the "Qingfeng Sword" from Zhao Ping's waist and pointed at Yiya nervously.

"Ya! Yaa~" The ginseng doll Yaa stretched out its little hand, took out a pill with emerald green cloud pattern from its bellyband, and then pointed at Zhao Ping.

“You mean…” Xiao Jingtian lowered the sword in his hand slightly and took the emerald green pill, “Is this pill for Uncle Zhao?”

"Yeah~" the ginseng doll nodded.

"Were you, a monster, raised by the Qingshan Immortal?" Little Jingtian sniffed the emerald green pill in his hand and immediately felt much more relaxed, and the fatigue seemed to disappear.

Ginseng nodded.

Xiao Jingtian carefully confirmed it again before quickly giving it to Zhao Ping.

The pill melted quickly as it entered his mouth, and Zhao Ping's injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. His pale face gradually regained its rosy color, and his skin became smooth and delicate.

As the elixir continued to work, the dust on Zhao Ping's body gradually peeled off and dissipated, revealing his original fair skin.

In an instant, the weathered uncle turned into a handsome young man.

"Magic Pill?!" Little Jingtian was stunned and couldn't believe it.

After a while, Zhao Ping slowly opened his eyes, uttered a soft moan, and glanced at his fair hands. Knowing that he had been saved, he looked at the ginseng doll:
"Ah, after all these years, our head brother has finally mastered the Dust-Removing Pill."

"Hey~"

Ginseng waved upwards, indicating to follow me.

"Uncle Zhao, you look so young now. I should almost call you Brother Zhao."

Little Jingtian followed Zhao Ping and kept chattering.

"Uncle Zhao, if Qingshan Immortal is so powerful, why doesn't he come down the mountain himself... and let you, Uncle Zhao, inspect the people at the foot of the mountain."

"If you ask me, this Qingshan Immortal is too incompetent. Over the years, he doesn't know how many people there are at the foot of the mountain..."

"Shh!"

The ginseng baby Yiya and Zhao Ping were startled at the same time. They turned around and quickly covered little Jingtian's mouth with their hands.

Zhao Ping's face turned serious. He whispered, "Remember, don't talk about the head brother behind his back. Did you hear me? Nod to show that you understand."

"Woo woo~" Little Jingtian nodded.

Only then did Zhao Ping let go.

"Uncle Zhao, why are you so afraid of him?" Little Jingtian asked curiously. Uncle Zhao was a strong man who could remain calm in the face of thousands of troops, but when his senior brother, the head of the sect, was mentioned, his face became extremely nervous.

"It's not fear, it's respect."

Zhao Ping smiled helplessly, and the image of the "Black Wind Twins" of Qingshan taking action and the tragic scene of his master suffering emerged in his mind.

He wrote on the back of Little Jingtian's hand: "Master Brother is extremely petty. If you offend him, you will suffer the consequences."

Little Jingtian secretly complained in his heart: "Is Qingshan Immortal so petty? What's wrong with a few gossips? How can such a narrow-minded person be considered an immortal..."

Green mountains and white cloud palace.

"Zhao Ping, you finally came back. I haven't seen you come back to see my brothers and sisters in all these years." In the center of the hall, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, and his tone revealed a hint of reproach. "Master Brother." Zhao Ping let go of Xiao Jingtian and knelt down with a plop.

In Jin, even the king did not need to kneel on both knees, but only to heaven and earth and parents. Little Jingtian had never seen Uncle Zhao perform such a great ceremony, and he knew that the young immortal in front of him must have a very high status in Uncle Zhao's heart.

"Get up."

Ning Xunqiu turned around, reached out and helped Zhao Ping up, "It's time for us to set off."

"Senior Brother Head!"

Zhao Ping hesitated, looked up and said, "I want to stay...

I know that I am dull, and it is only with my brother's teachings that I have reached my current state. This journey to immortality is elusive, and I am very afraid. It is better to... live a hundred years, take revenge, and be a good person. "

"Please help me, Senior Brother."

Ning Xunqiu was silent.

Over the past ten years, he swallowed spirit seeds and devoted himself to practicing "The Red Ape's Divine Combat Method to Conquer the Demons". Soon, he tapped the potential of his physical body in the first level and ascended to the second level to become a military lord.

The "Chapter of the Seven Apertures of Chaos" has already opened the eyes, nose, and mouth on the "Formless Soul", but the spiritual energy exhaled by the "Mysterious Dragon Pearl" in this incomplete world is not enough for two people to practice, so he did not build the two orifices of heaven and earth.

At the same time, he rewrote his life three times, tested the "method" to prevent accidents, and plundered the world for gold and silver.

When Zhao Ping arrived today, Ning Xunqiu knew the result three years ago, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The sounds of breaking through the air rang out one after another.

In the Baiyun Palace, six long swords suddenly flew out and stuck steadily in front of Zhao Ping, and the sword bodies made a buzzing resonant sound.

Ning Xunqiu took off the "White Cloud Sword" from his waist and handed it to Zhao Ping solemnly, "From now on, you will be the head of Qingshan here."

"I will follow the master's orders." Zhao Ping breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully took the Baiyun Sword with both hands.

"Wind, Cloud, Rain, Thunder, Snow, Spirit, Absolute. I have left a sword intent in each of the seven swords. They can be used as Qingshan's foundation. You must use them with caution."

Ning Xunqiu gave instructions one by one.

"Master is living in seclusion in Shennong Valley. If you have any questions, go ask Master. Yiya left a lot of precious medicines for you. I also left some elixirs on Zixia Peak. You should use them sparingly."

"Yes."

Zhao Ping responded.

"Zhang Han doesn't dare to come back to see me, you tell him."

"Yes."

"I don't know how long it will take for me and my junior sister to come back. Don't die too early with you and Zhang Han. Perhaps when we have achieved success in our cultivation, we can come back and help you embark on the path of cultivation."

"Yes."

"so be it."

Ning Xunqiu finished speaking and prepared to leave.

"and many more."

Little Jingtian asked, "My Immortal, are you leaving here? Where are you going? You should go down the mountain to save the common people and save them from danger!"

"Even the immortals can't do anything about this."

Ning Xunqiu turned around and replied, "In this world, after Jiang Hong, there are Li Hong, Zhao Hong, and Zhang Hong. This cycle will repeat for eight hundred years without end."

"An immortal can save one life, but not all lives. This is an immutable law."

Little Jingtian seemed to understand, confused, "Then how can we break this rule?"

"Breaking the rules? That's great ambition."

Ning Xunqiu gently touched Xiao Jingtian's head, then squatted down and took out a book from his arms.

“Only if the world changes itself can it save itself.”

“Here I have a secret book from Qingshan that can open people’s wisdom and help them distinguish right from wrong.

Would you like to learn it and educate the world?"

Little Jingtian opened his eyes wide and stared at the cover of the book.

All I saw was printed on it - "The Great Harmony of the World - The Starting Point".

……

many years later,

His disciples were spread all over the world. He proposed ideas such as "universal love", "non-aggression" and "self-improvement", and was respected by the world as "Jingtian" of "Qingzi".

When he was very old, he looked up at the sky with cloudy eyes and recalled the day when the young man handed him the book.

postscript.

The world is black, white and gray, but there is only one touch of blue.

The ancestor of human civilization for five thousand years, seven saints and eighty-nine sages in one line, have taught the world.

A book called "The Legend of Qingshan" is a history of civilization - this is how it is evaluated as a national treasure.

……

(End of this chapter)