Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 139 138 Interior Scene Illusionary Land, Qinghua Miaoyan Palace

Icy.

Jitter.

Intermittent string music lingered in his ears. Li Cunxiao held his forehead, as if he had lost his memory after drinking.

"Mr. Qingtong, we have arrived at Miaoyan Palace. Lord Mu has been waiting for you for a long time."

Qing Tongjun? Who?
I?
No, I am not Qing Tongjun, I am Li Cunxiao!

It was as if lightning flashed through my drowsy mind, and I woke up instantly.

Did someone plot against me just now?
Who? What purpose?
Where are Mu Cha and Master?!
Li Cunxiao subconsciously reached out to touch the Dragon Sparrow Sword under the pillow, but when he opened his eyes hard, he was shocked to find that he was no longer on the bed in the escort agency.

Beneath him was a sedan chair carved from a single block of crystal, with dragons and phoenixes carved on it, and decorated with gold and vanilla.
Four palace maids with flying buns and embroidered clothes carried the sedan chair, looking as graceful as flying.

Beyond the palace maids, there was a procession as far as the eye could see, with majestic guards wearing bright armor, their helmets and feathers fluttering on their heads.
At first glance, you can't see any heads, but only densely packed flags, spears, green square umbrellas, multicolored round fans, swords, fish and dragon axes.
With the grand ceremonial procession and solemn and elegant music, Li Cunxiao felt for a moment that he had transformed himself into a prince on tour.

But wasn't he at the escort agency just now? Where is this place?

Is it reality or illusion?

At this moment, the team suddenly became quiet and stopped.

Li Cunxiao looked around in confusion, but saw that everyone was solemn and looking forward with longing.

He subconsciously looked up, and saw a golden light suddenly bursting out from the high peak shrouded in clouds and mist in the distance, like a thunderbolt breaking through the sky.
Colored glaze for tiles, jade for steps; coral for pillars, agate for beams;
The pearl curtains are rolled up, the emerald screens are opened; auspicious clouds are full of light, and auspicious mists and fragrance are floating.

Above the fairy-like palace, the five large characters "Qinghua Miaoyan Palace" appeared before the eyes as if they were traveling thousands of miles.

A majestic figure stepped out, wearing a crown and a canopy made of seven treasures, and his body was surrounded by flames and sharp lights like thousands of spears and swords.

The nine-headed lion prostrated itself before him, and hundreds of immortals bowed their heads and stepped forward, their mighty voice overwhelming like a mountain and a sea:

"My son, come forward."

who? I?
Feeling the gazes of thousands of eyes, Li Cunxiao's keen perception felt as if he was pricked by countless silver needles, and his scalp suddenly felt numb.

Who is this god-like person?
Where is Qinghua Miaoyan Palace?
How did I become Qing Tongjun?

Countless doubts flooded into his mind. Li Cunxiao closed his eyes and calmed his mind until he saw the familiar vajra. Only then did he feel at ease. He subconsciously said to himself:
break!
The vajra did not react.

When Li Cunxiao opened his eyes again, he still saw the grand ceremonial procession and the fairy mountain cave in the distance.

"Isn't it the devil that's corrupting your mind?"

With his brows deeply furrowed, he wanted to escape, but looking at the dense crowd around him, he had to give up the idea.

Subconsciously lowering his head, he saw the silhouette of a young man reflected on the crystal-carved sedan chair:

He wore a purple-gold lotus crown on his head, an ancient top and skirt, a jade-green Taoist robe on the outside, and hemp shoes on his feet, looking exactly like a Taoist priest.

However, the boy's face was not that of a delicate and handsome one, but rather square, resolute, and quite masculine, similar to Li Cunxiao's own feeling, but with a completely different appearance.

"My son, what are you waiting for?"

The grand sound came from afar again. Li Cunxiao knew that he must have encountered something strange, but he lacked information at the moment, so he simply went along with the other party.

"How am I supposed to get there? Walk?"

The maid beside her was startled when she heard this. She looked at the young man on the sedan chair. The young man's eyes made her sure that he was asking her a question. Then she said with great fear:

"You are the son of the Eastern King Mu Gong. Your body is worth millions of gold. How can you be allowed to be stained by dust?"

After saying this, he gave a scolding, and everyone around him finally woke up from their dream, and the grand procession continued to move forward.

Until they reached the foot of the vast fairy mountain, the ceremonial warriors split into two and stood on both sides, and four palace maids came to the front.

There was no need to speak, as the nine-headed green lion was already flying down from the top of the mountain.

The beast roared, and the four palace maids immediately prostrated themselves on the ground. A breeze accompanied by flowing clouds lifted the crystal sedan chair under Li Cunxiao and placed it on the back of the green lion.

When the green lion stepped on the clouds and headed towards the top of the mountain, fairy music sounded again, and there were even fairies scattering flowers in the sky.

Li Cunxiao nervously grasped the handrail and saw with his own eyes countless Taoists and gods standing on both sides of the mountain path, bowing to greet him on the thousand-foot-high mountain.

From the foot of the mountain to the top, from the Taoist boy with his hair tied in a bun, to the front of the main hall of Qinghua Miaoyan Palace, that majestic figure that looked like an Immortal Emperor.

He couldn't help swallowing.

"Such a grand event, in reality, I'm afraid only a few major holy places can pull it off, right?"

"My current identity, who is this Qing Tongjun?"

The boy's nervousness and confusion were hard to conceal. Taiyi Zhenren saw it all and couldn't help but feel a little proud.

He took light steps, the seven-treasure crown on his head swayed slightly, and flames rose behind him, making his figure look even taller than a god or demon.

Until the blue lion carrying the crystal sedan chair landed on the top of the mountain, and the young man's inquiring gaze and the movement of raising his head, Taiyi was a little dazed for a moment.

Like.

How could it not be similar? The face before him was the face of his deceased son, Li Qingtong;
And this day was exactly the day decades ago when he was sent to Louguan Dao by his family and met himself for the first time.

However, in reality, there was no grand ceremony as in the illusion, nor were there thousands of Xuanmen disciples welcoming them.

There is even no sign of him as a father.

Because he didn't know he had a son at that time, and as usual, he was racking his brains for a furnace of pills.

When he came out of the alchemy room, Li Qingtong had been waiting on the mountain for a full half month.
Taiyi still remembers the look in his son's eyes when he first saw him. It was a look of complete unfamiliarity and even a hint of hatred.

So from the first sight, he disliked this son, because from childhood to adulthood, he had only been greeted with praise and admiration.

Those who dared to show hostility were eventually defeated by his arrows.

"You will be called Li Qingtong from now on. Someone will naturally give you the skills and resources later. Don't disturb me while I'm refining the elixir."

These were all Taiyi said when he first met his son.

After his son's death, Taiyi wished to cut himself into pieces every time he thought of the day they first met for countless days and nights!

Li Cunxiao looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. He was tall and had a very majestic face, like an immortal emperor who walked out of a water and land scroll.

But for some reason, although it was the other party who asked him to go forward before, he didn't say a word now.

The eyes seemed to be falling on himself, but also seemed to penetrate his body and see the infinite horizon.

"Young boy."

Taiyi Zhenren subconsciously clenched his left hand behind his back, and looked at Li Cunxiao, who was wearing Li Qingtong's leather suit, and could not say anything else.

Of course he knew that what he did was cunning, self-deceiving and useless.

But no matter what, he just wanted to hear his son call him.
"father."

Li Cunxiao finally cried out, feeling helpless.

I don't know if this is an illusion and I can't find a way to escape from it. Anyway, it's fake. I'll just act it out to get clues to leave.

But when Taiyi Zhenren heard this, his eyes instantly became moist, and his heart seemed to be surging with thousands of waves. In his excitement, he grasped the boy's shoulders:

"What did you call me just now?"

Li Cunxiao looked at the other person's expectant eyes, gritted his teeth, and called out again.

"father."

"Eh!"

The middle-aged man's facial muscles stretched almost visibly, and his eyebrows were even raised exaggeratedly.

"Son, call me again?"

"father."

"Scream again?"

"father."

"Again?"

"Dad." Taiyi Zhenren danced with joy, but Li Cunxiao was so happy that he wanted to dig out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes.

Fortunately, when he turned around, he saw that the Taoist priests and immortal officials beside him were all looking at their noses and their hearts, as if they couldn't see anything, so he didn't feel so embarrassed.

"What kind of weird senior is this? Hasn't he ever had a son?"

I was muttering in my heart, when I saw the middle-aged man suddenly waved his hand and shouted:

"Feng Bo, Suzaku, come!"

what? !

Li Cunxiao's heart skipped a beat, and when he looked up, he saw two divine birds, one white and one red, flying out from the palace on the top of the mountain.

The red bird with its red feathers and golden plumes resembles the mythical Vermilion Bird;

And that white bird with snow-white feathers and black stripes and a sharp beak like topaz was none other than the Feng Bo that he was very familiar with!
"Oh no, could it be that the master behind the wind wheel is here to settle the score?"

Li Cunxiao immediately broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead. In his panic, the two divine birds finally landed on the white jade slab in front of him, looking around with a very magical look.

But after calming down, he quickly realized something was wrong.

This Feng Bo doesn't seem to be the Feng Bo that I subdued?

Two birds, one white and one red, were circling around him, their postures extremely intimate.

However, after refining the magic treasure, the reaction that seemed like a blood connection could not be found in Feng Bo in front of him.

"My son, this is a top-grade magic treasure that your father refined with your blood."

"When separated, they become the twin wheels of wind and fire, one for escape, the other for attack."

"When the two are combined into one, it becomes the Wind Fire Wheel that is both offensive and defensive. Your father will now pass on the method of refining and controlling it to you."

As Taiyi Zhenren spoke, he lightly tapped Li Cunxiao's forehead with his sword finger.

It was as if something cold permeated him, and the next moment, a method of refining and controlling the wind and fire wheels appeared in the latter's mind.

Whether it is leaving a spiritual imprint, or nourishing with true qi, or the combined use of the wind and fire wheels.

Every word is clear without any ambiguity. Based on Li Cunxiao's experience in using the wind wheel, this method is completely flawless and is undoubtedly the real thing!

"Could it be that I have entered the past memories of the Wind Wheel's original owner, this Qing Tongjun?"

Li Cunxiao was surprised and delighted. Although he knew that this was most likely an illusion, he still subconsciously followed the method, using his essence and blood to carry his will, and drew runes on the two defenseless divine birds.

"Bah!!!!"

As soon as the rune was completed, the essence and blood immediately seeped into the bird's body. The next moment, with an idea in his mind, the two birds suddenly soared into the sky.

Fengbo turned into a gust of wind, and Suzaku turned into a raging fire. The two intertwined and exploded into a whirlwind of fire.

Li Cunxiao felt blessed and took a step forward. Suddenly, a golden flywheel flew out from the dazzling flames, and the golden shafts extending on both sides naturally lifted up his feet.

There was a solid feeling under the feet, as if stepping on the ground, and it seemed as if there was a breeze fixing the body on the wind wheel.

"Qing Tong, how about trying the magic treasure your father made for you?"

The middle-aged man said in a very gentle tone, "Don't be afraid, even if you fall from the sky, I will catch you."

Li Cunxiao was riding on the Hot Wheels, and when he looked at the other person again, he suddenly felt much more intimate.

He nodded after hearing that, and crossed his hands somewhat awkwardly, pressing his thumbs against his middle and ring fingers that were bent toward his palms, and said in a low voice with a hint of nervousness:
"rise!"

In an instant, the wheels surrounded by wind and fire erupted with scorching flames, and a strong sense of pushing back and explosive power under the feet were released instantly.

The immortal officials and Taoist priests standing by could only see a flaming meteor breaking through the sky, instantly leaving a flame trail hundreds of feet long.

“Wuhu!!!!!!!”

Li Cunxiao couldn't help but let out a hearty roar. The people and scenery on the ground almost turned into ant-sized dots in the blink of an eye, and in front of him, there was only the vast blue sky and the endless sea of ​​clouds.

Faced with such a magnificent scenery, he could no longer suppress his excitement. The position of his hands changed, and the wind-fire wheels under his feet suddenly spewed out more violent flames, and it was as if a waterfall of fire was left wherever it passed.

The wind whistled in his ears, but the strong wind that should have made his face tremble seemed to encounter an invisible barrier and gently passed by both sides of his body.

"Is this the ultimate speed of the Wind Wheel? My previous use of this magic weapon was like using a gunpowder gun as a firewood stick, not even utilizing one tenth of its magical power!"

"But why do I feel like I've seen the combined Wind and Fire Wheels somewhere before?"

Li Cunxiao pondered for a moment and suddenly clapped his hands.

"Oh right! I bought this junk from that shabby boss this morning!"

There was a dull thud in the air, and Li Cunxiao felt as if he had hit an invisible wall. Even with the protection of the Wind Hot Wheels, he still felt as if his body was about to fall apart.

He bared his teeth and reached out tentatively.

A foot in front of him, an invisible ripple spread out from the contact surface between his palm and the air.

Air wall? Is there a limit to the size of this illusion?

Li Cunxiao was in a state of confusion when he suddenly heard a gentle voice calling from behind:

"Qingtong, when you've had enough fun, come back with your father."

Taiyi Zhenren came riding on a nine-headed green lion and looked kindly at the young man riding the wind-fire wheel in front of him.

He intentionally passed on this secret formula.

If he hadn't been afraid that the other party hadn't yet reached the Huangting stage and would not be able to bear the burden of another top-grade magic treasure, he would have given him the Fire Wheel in the morning and there would be no need to seal it temporarily.

"This magic treasure is really amazing. My child likes it very much."

Whoever gives you milk is your mother. Since Li Cunxiao got the benefits, it was not difficult for him to pretend to be the son.

Taiyi Zhenren was very pleased to hear this, and took his "son's" hand and flew towards the palace.

After landing, the immortal officials and Taoists came to greet him respectfully, led the way, and introduced this area one by one.

Li Cunxiao followed the group to visit the magnificent fairy palace and listened to the explanations, and only then did he gain some understanding of the place.

This is the Miaoyan Palace in Qinghua Mountain. The owner is this middle-aged man wearing a crown, who is respectfully called the King of the East and the Duke of Wood by others.

The character he played, Li Qingtong, was called Mu Changzi, the only son of the King of the East who was wandering outside. Today he was returning to his ancestral home, so a grand ceremony was held.

However, it is still unclear what year it is, where Qinghua Mountain is, and who Dongwang Mugong is.

After viewing the magnificent palace, Mu Gong led Li Cunxiao into a side hall where sixteen beautiful palace maids were present.

"Qing Tong, you are still at the internal organs stage and have not yet completed the fasting phase. This will be your bedroom from now on, and they will serve you in your daily life."

"You've been traveling a lot today, so take a rest first. Tomorrow I'll teach you my unique skills."

Li Cunxiao's eyes lit up when he heard this.

This Qinghua Miaoyan Palace is so grand, and its owner, Dongwang Mugong, is a person who can go in and out of the blue sky and refine high-grade magic treasures.

Could it be that the martial arts that the other party passed on to his only son were bad?

"Dad, I'm not tired! What martial arts are you going to teach me?"

He felt embarrassed before, but now he quickly got into the role.

Anyway, they are all illusions of other people's memories. In other words, they are all people from the past. What's wrong with calling him dad?
If they have good things, they really give them to you!

Taiyi Zhenren smiled slightly and spoke slowly:
"What Dad wants to teach you is one of the Four Symbols True Skills, called Yimu Qinglong True Classic."

Li Cunxiao widened his eyes and was about to listen carefully to what was to come.

But suddenly, the world was spinning in front of my eyes and it felt like I was hit on the back of my head with a club.

When he woke up again, Li Cunxiao turned over and sat up, and what came into his sight was the familiar escort agency room.

His expression froze, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.

“Why did it have to break here?”

"My unique skill. My Yimu Qinglong Zhendian!"

(End of this chapter)