Chapter 1437: Enjoy the Good and Bad Things, the Greatest Happiness in the World Is Unknown

Gui Zhe Shengshan.

Dao Qiongcang stood in front of the Shenghuan Temple, his robe fluttering in the breeze of the snowy night.

When he looked into the distance, it seemed that a planet passed through the night sky, like a firefly without a trace, and disappeared at the end of the field of vision in the blink of an eye.

"Cold..."

Dao Qiongcang felt the coldness of the snowy day for the first time.

He reached into his sleeves and covered his forearm, feeling a little cold in his palm.

This is not a good sign.

Just now, he endured the five declines of heaven and man from a distance, and then no matter whether he searched, purified, or checked himself...

He could not find any trace of the curse left on himself.

Even if he took a bath and changed clothes in time, it seemed that this could wash away the bad luck, but he still felt a little disgusted psychologically.

It's like the most common saying in the mortal world, "I curse you to give birth to a child without anus", and who knows if it will come true?

The curse of the refining world can turn the invisible into the finite, leaving some marks, either in the spirit or in the soul, anyway, there are traces to follow.

Dao Qiongcang can't find it!

He thought, maybe his realm is still too low, maybe the curse of Tianren Wuxiu is higher?

Its bow is like a meteor across the night sky, it has been here, leaving no trace.

"Maybe, it's fake?"

Dao Qiongcang took out his Tianji Sinan.

He thought there was also a possibility that Tianren Wuxiu couldn't lock him at all. Three

He was just bluffing, seemingly cursing a lot, but in fact, nothing was left.

He set up an altar, burned three incense sticks, and then removed everything...

He was just pretending, but he could make the enemy feel that he was cursed psychologically.

He couldn't find it, and couldn't solve the problem from the root, and then panicked and lost his composure - this curse is more advanced!

In particular, Tianren Wuxiu knew that the person he was targeting was the mysterious Dao Qiongcang...

Dao Qiongcang was very confident in his own strength.

He thought that Tianren Wuxiu seemed to have cursed in order to prevent the curse mark from being found by Tianjishu later, and it was very likely that he did so.

By "attacking the heart", people feel that they are cursed, and then they are blocked in one thing, and the reason is this; everything is blocked, all blame this curse.

In the long run, even if people are not cursed, they will feel that they are cursed, and then blame others and everything goes wrong.

However, the more you fear, the more it will come, the more misfortunes your fate will have, and the situation will get worse and worse.

In this way, people can fall into a dead cycle.

"The curse without a curse is more clever than the curse with a curse!"

Dao Qiongcang felt that if he was also proficient in the art of curse, he must have used this curse-free art more, especially when dealing with smart people.

But now, Dao Qiongcang didn't know what to think of the five declines of the heavens and people without the curse mark.

What will be the result of that worship, will he really fall into bad luck...

"Huh."

The fragrance of osmanthus hit his face, interrupting Dao Qiongcang's thoughts.

The night wind condensed slightly, and the spirit of Jiuji Gui in palace clothes appeared.

"Just now, the scarlet came to the mountain, and the formation was not prepared. I wanted to stop it, why didn't you let me?" The Nine Sacrifices Envoy walked to the front of the Holy Huan Palace, looking puzzled.

"That was aimed at me. If you suffered it, it would be my fault."

"What is that?"

"The curse power of the Five Deteriorations of Heaven and Man."

The Nine Sacrifices Envoy heard the voice, and his eyes were a little surprised. After a long time, he said, "Is it powerful?"

Dao Qiongcang did not answer, lowered his eyes, and picked up the Tianji Si Nan.

The Nine Sacrifices Envoy followed with his eyes and saw that when the little friend Dao calculated the Tianji, the usual symbol of good luck and normal gold and white disappeared.

Instead, they were all red!

Dao Qiongcang calculated nine times, and the Tianji Si Nan flashed scarlet nine times.

The Nine Sacrifices Envoy was shocked. Even if she did not understand the Tianji technique, she could understand the color.

This was the first time she saw the little friend Dao deduce such an ominous hexagram!

"What are you calculating?"

"I."

The Nine Sacrifices Envoy heard this, his expression was more blaming.

"Why don't you activate the formation? Why don't you let the Holy Mountain defend? The Holy Mountain has great luck..."

"Is there any news about the Divine Sword Xuan Cang?"

The Nine Sacrifices Envoy was stunned and speechless.

Dao Qiong Cang smiled and said, "I'm starting to hear bad news. This is the first one, and I believe it won't be the last one."

The Nine Sacrifices Envoy was speechless.

Of course, she could hear that Dao Xiaoyou meant that the Xuan Cang Divine Sword that suppressed the luck of the Holy Mountain had not been found yet.

If the curse power polluted the luck of the Holy Mountain, then he would be the one to blame.

However, how magnificent is the luck of the Holy Mountain?

Even if the Xuan Cang Divine Sword is not on the Holy Mountain for a day, there are other divine objects to guard it.

If a mere celestial being dares to curse the luck of the Holy Mountain, he will definitely suffer a huge backlash.

It's possible that he will die on the spot!

But now that things have come to this, there is no point in saying more.

"You have a solution, right?" The Nine Sacrifices Envoy looked expectant, saying that the little boy had great magical powers that ordinary people could not match.

Dao Qiongcang glanced at the deep scarlet color on the Tianji Sinan, then looked up at the Nine Sacrifices Envoy, laughed and shook his head.

The Nine Sacrifices Envoy was anxious.

"You must have a solution!"

"Since you have accepted the worship, you are panicking like a bird, it is better to accept it as sweet as honey."

"How can this be a solution? Think about it, use your... Tianji technique!"

"Tianji technique can deduce troubles, but it can never solve troubles. It is a process, not a result."

"What should we do then?"

"Since you have accepted it, you should be at peace with it."

The Nine Sacrifices Envoy was furious.

These were all the children she watched grow up.

She was worried about the child, but the child was not worried about his own life at all.

How is this good?

"You must give me an explanation!" The Nine Sacrifice God Envoy frowned coldly and looked solemn.

"Then..." Dao Qiongcang said helplessly, "Does misfortune and good fortune depend on each other?"

"What is this statement?"

"Now that disaster has come, will blessings not come?"

The Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy was choked again, and stared at Dao Qiongtian with a cold face.

"All right."

Dao Qiongcang spread his hands, turned out his scarlet and dazzling Tian Ji Si Nan and showed it to her, "I can only do ten hexagrams for myself."

"What about the tenth hexagram?"

"Not yet."

"Forget it!" The Nine Sacrifice God envoy was angry.

"Is it important?" Dao Qiongcang took back Tianji Sinan, turned around, walked to the silver table and sat down, "What if it's death again... red? Isn't that just ten deaths and no life?"

"Don't say such things!"

Dao Qiongcang no longer spoke to the Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoys.

He put down Tianji Sinan and looked at the night sky in the distance with an intoxicated expression. His hands were scratching in the air in front of him, not knowing what he was grabbing.

"What are you doing?" The Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy came over and saw that this child was going crazy again.

Dao Qiongcang closed his eyes with an infatuated expression and a sigh in his tone:

"Destiny plays tricks on the impermanent."

"I chose to let him go, and I was also letting myself go. I chose the unknown and uncertainty, so I couldn't even start the tenth hexagram."

"And this kind of unknown and uncertainty..."

Dao Qiongcang opened his eyes, looked at the Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy, and chuckled: "That's why he's called Dao Qiongcang."

The Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy couldn't understand what this child was thinking about.

But now that she was old and difficult to fight, she had no choice but to change the topic:

"Qingyuan Mountain, your semi-saint incarnation, how is the matter handled?"

Dao Qiongcang regained all his expressions and said seriously:

"Maybe an accident is going to happen..."

The Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy's eyelids twitched when he heard this. After taking a deep breath, he turned around and left the Shenghuan Palace.

It’s not necessary to come here!

…

At the foot of Qingyuan Mountain.

The night is quiet and the evil spirits are gone.

A Meisi man held a folding fan and led a small donkey. When he was about to go up the mountain, he saw a frizzy young man.

"Young man, come here."

With one word, he stopped the young man who was thicker than a tree stump.

Cao Erzhu was on his way in a hurry. When he turned around, he saw an old immortal not far away who was tying a rope to his little donkey to a tree. After thinking about it, he untied it again.

For some reason, his impatience was suppressed by the man's gentle movements and words.

Cao Erzhu hurriedly stepped forward, patted the dust on his robe, and fell to the ground:

"Cao Erzhu, I have met the old immortal!"

At this moment, Cao Erzhu didn't even think about silence or covering up. There were no reminders from his father's lifetime in his mind.

He must be a good man!

This kind of noble temperament, this affinity with nature, this kind of specialness that makes people want to get close at a glance...

Cao Erzhu didn't even need to make any judgments.

When he took a quick look, he saw thousands of illusory sword-wielding students behind the old immortal, all facing the right path.

He knew that this was the real old god and he could make the decision for himself!

He, Cao Erzhu, could even suspect Master Li of impure intentions, but he could not doubt such a good person recognized by heaven and earth!

"I beg the old immortal to make the decision for Erzhu, my old man, he, he..." Cao Erzhu burst into tears and broke down in tears.

The Meisi man stroked his beard and thought for a moment, but he couldn't remember that he had taught this person.

He quickly helped the young man up and asked calmly: "Speak slowly, what happened to your father?"

"He, he was killed. His head was cut off and put in a wine barrel. I don't know who the murderer is. Mr. Li said that the murderer might be in the mountain. I want to go up the mountain to find the murderer..."

"Who is your father?"

"His name is Cao Yihan, and my name is Cao Erzhu. He lives in a small town. I went up to the mountain and stopped for a day. As soon as I came back, he was like... wow!" Erzhu hugged the old god's arm and cried loudly.

To be honest, Meisi people were shocked when they first heard the name "Cao Yihan".

Soon, he realized that this was a misunderstanding and it was probably just a name collision.

After all, what he felt from this child was mostly the aura of ancient swordsmanship.

"Don't cry, don't cry..."

Mei Siren comforted the big guy who was taller than him. He couldn't get his hands around him, let alone pat the big kid's back.

After Cao Erzhu calmed down a bit, he asked, "Who is Mr. Li?"

"Master Li, is this Master Li?" Cao Erzhu wiped his tears in confusion.

The Meisi man thought for a moment and then asked, "How do you know that your father's murderer is on the mountain?"

"That thing!" Cao Erzhu pointed at the Qingyuan Mountain Formation, "Tianji Technique!"

Cao Yihan, Tianjishu...

When so many coincidences come together, Meisi people can no longer believe that it is a coincidence.

"Child, have you ever heard of the Ten-Zun Seat?"

"I've heard of it, it's my dad."

At the foot of Qingyuan Mountain, it suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of the little donkey scurrying through the snow and leaves beside the tree.

This Cao Yihan is the other Cao Yihan?

And, Quirehan, is dead?

The person who killed him was from Tianji Technique... Dao Qiongang?

Meisi people feel that tonight is more dreamy than a dream.

He randomly picked up a child on the way, with the aura of a friend, and he was still a ten-year-old child.

The news this child brought was enough to detonate the entire spirit refining world.

The cause and effect on this person seems to be no less than what Xu Xiaoshou suffered.

"Why do you call me Old God? Do you know Lao Chan?" Mei Siren looked at the child again, fearing that this was Dao Qiongang's plan.

"You are a good person." Cao Erzhu's eyes were extremely bright.

Mei Si people stared at the child.

Cao Erzhu greeted him with wide eyes.

Through the night, through the eyes...

The old sword master saw the child's sincere heart, which was spotless, like the last piece of pure land in this troubled world.

"What kind of me do you see?" Mei Siren asked aloud.

He remembered a legend that a child's heart can see through the nature of human souls.

But as soon as the words came out, Mei Siren laughed to himself.

Before being canonized, he firmly believed that his ancient sword was based on passing on the knowledge and educating people first.

I never thought that now I am so lost that I need to trace my true heart from a child.

Isn't this a failure?

Cao Erzhu looked behind the old immortal and was about to speak when Mei Siren waved out his folding fan and stopped him from speaking:

"No need to say it."

Cao Erzhu was startled and looked at the fan unfolded by the old god. There was no word written on it, but an ink painting.

The painting shows a simple school. There are two trees in front of the hall, one is a peach tree and the other is a plum tree. The peach and plum trees are withered and bear no good fruit.

In the hall is an old man with white hair sitting on a futon. He seems to be very old. There is not even a person serving him around him. He is alone with only his back.

This painting on the fan seems to show that power is "loneliness", but Cao Erzhu cannot see "loneliness".

Because from his perspective, there was certainly only the old god in the hall painted on the fan, and no one else.

But behind the old god in front of him are thousands of illusory sword-wielding students.

They are pious and reverent. This power can form mountains and oceans, and can make any changes!

The old god in the fan is just trapped in his room, turning his back on himself, so he can't see the scenery outside the hall.

Cao Erzhu looked at it for a long time, feeling a little lost. He scratched his head for a long time and asked, "Old god, are you also confused?"

Mei Siren's eyes were startled and he glanced at the older child in surprise.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a long time, then raised his head to look at Qingyuan Mountain and the night sky, and murmured to himself with a hint of confusion:

"Yes, I can't see the road ahead suddenly."

"Because Lao Chen is not really an old immortal. One of the disciples he taught has become a great immortal."

Cao Erzhu tilted his head and thought for a while, then pointed at the old god's back.

"They'll help you."

Mei Siren was startled. He looked back and saw that there was no one behind him except the little donkey.

"Hahaha!"

The Meisi people suddenly laughed and laughed loudly.

He glanced at Cao Erzhu, turned over his fan again, stared at the self-portrait again and again, and continued to laugh with relief.

Laughter ripples melodiously in the woods at the foot of the mountain.

"good!"

After a long time, Mei Si stopped laughing, stretched out his hand to pat this good boy on the head, and finally patted his arm twice.

"You go up the mountain with Old Man, and Old Man will help you find the enemy who killed your father."

"Please note that Qingyuan Mountain is too dangerous tonight. You must not stay away from me. You can only leave when I ask you to leave."

"Okay." Cao Erzhu nodded heavily, as if his father was alive again and had a backbone.

The Meisi people did not bring the donkey into the mountain, but only Cao Erzhu.

When he swiped his fan, a green Mo sword emerged from underneath, cutting through the Qingyuan Mountain formation and walking in.

Cao Erzhu's eyes lit up, "No swordsmanship!"

The Meisi man asked as he walked: "Have you ever learned a sword?"

"right!"

"Is it ancient swordsmanship?"

"Yes, they said yes."

"Have you ever seen an old man who looks like an old god, but not as elegant as the old man? Did he teach you the sword?"

"Uh..." Cao Erzhu hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded heavily, "Yes!"

"Do you know the old man?" Cao Erzhu asked back.

The Meisi people smiled and said nothing, feeling very happy. Even the night in the mountains felt a bit better.

He took out a sword box and handed it to Cao Erzhu's hand. There was no response from the sword box.

Cao Erzhu opened the sword box and saw a purple-red three-foot sword inside, which was extremely beautiful.

He took out the sword and looked at it carefully.

This time the three-foot sword reacted, trembling slightly, but it was not resistance, but surprise.

This sword is very sharp and murderous, and it is incompatible with the temperament of the old god... Cao Erzhu asked:

"Whose sword is this?"

The Meisi man stroked his beard and raised his head, laughing heartily:

"This is his sword."

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