Chapter 608: The Red Dust Is Hard to Find

In the quiet village.

The spiritual energy was overwhelming, and it was almost visible to the naked eye. It gathered together like layers of rolling fog, covering this mountain village that seemed like a holy place on earth, making it even more ethereal and illusory, and it was not allowed to be profaned.

In the back mountain,

there were a few sparks hanging in the air, flashing a soft and faint light.

Although it was not as bright as daytime, there was also an inexplicable glow flowing, and even ordinary people could see the surrounding scene.

"..."

"Sir, that's it?"

In the majestic palace.

Seeing the man in front of him stop talking after his voice fell, and obviously there was no intention to continue, Liu Shen's eyes blinked slightly and he was stunned.

This... how does it sound like a joke?

"No more..."

Hearing this, Jiang Huai smiled bitterly and shook his head quickly while speaking.

To be honest, when he heard the answer, he also had the same expression. After all, it would make anyone feel a little unserious, so he confirmed it three times at that time.

"I thought... there was something particularly important?"

The woman let out a long breath, her slender white jade fingers slowly brushed across her hair, her figure inexplicably relaxed, smiled faintly, and then asked:

"Sir, how is she now?!"

After all, the two were once one, and in the final analysis, that person was actually her life and foundation.

Although they have separated and do not interfere with each other now, the connection they once had cannot be cut off. Although the two orders have no cause and effect, they are connected by ten fingers, and the woman is still a little worried about the other party.

That road is too scary.

If you are not careful, your soul will be scattered.

Even the Lord of the Forbidden Zone, who was known as the Supreme One in the World and suppressed all the kings who couldn't raise their heads, only ended up with a broken body and a nearly annihilated soul. He was silent for several epochs before he finally recovered a little vitality.

"The situation... should be considered okay."

Jiang Huai thought for a while and said.

His fingers were clearly jointed and hidden in the wide sleeves. While speaking, he quietly grabbed the pair of soft hands of the woman in front of him and stroked them like he enjoyed it.

The woman's hands were tender enough.

At the same time, they were all untouched by women, but he couldn't do that. A rough man is a rough man, it's destined and can't be changed.

Feeling Jiang Huai's little movements, the woman's cheeks suddenly flushed with shyness, but she didn't stop him.

Anyway, it's not daytime now, it's night, it's normal to do something.

Her neck was slender and white, like the most perfect handicraft in the world, her eyes were as bright as stars, overflowing with deep love, like the brightest stars in the night sky, her eyes were full of tenderness, as if they could melt all the hardness in the world.

However, after thinking for a few seconds, Liu Shen raised her eyebrows slightly, remembered something, and suddenly said with some doubts: "Sir, I am a little confused, this situation is still okay... to what extent is it okay?"

Hearing this, Jiang Huai waved his hand and said casually: "Although it is seriously injured, it is not dead yet, and it can jump around."

"..."

Liu Shen's expression suddenly became a little strange,

Isn't this standard of being okay a little too high? !

As long as it can jump around? !

Then it can move even if you lose an arm or a leg.

However, after hearing that she could escape danger, she still breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart was relieved a lot.

Since the gentleman said that he could not die, then he really could not die.

For the gentleman, she has always trusted him without asking for reasons.

While she was thinking about it, the woman suddenly felt a pair of big hands covering her waist, and then her body was lifted off the ground...

She was picked up.

Her face instantly became even redder.

Because she knew what would happen next.

At night.

The spiritual energy turned into a drizzle and fell,

silently moistening everything.

…

After settling the remnant soul of Emperor Yan, Jiang Huai's life returned to peace again.

In addition to regular retreats and enlightenment, he would also take time to take a look at the earth.

It is worth mentioning that the final birth time of the planet was not advanced.

There was a force interfering in the dark.

At the same time, some of the fish beasts he had placed there before also disappeared.

He had some enlightenment.

Even though he had become an emperor, he still could not interfere with this life star.

After all, this was the end and the starting point of Jiulong Laguan.

"Hmm? Is someone upset?"

Suddenly, Jiang Huai seemed to understand something and looked at a corner.

…

…

The dawn was just beginning to appear amidst the white mist, and the rings of the trees were like the surging river, rolling forward.

In the village.

On a not-so-huge mountain.

There was a square paved with stone slabs, a kilometer in radius, neatly piled up.

The man with the broadsword held a heavy long sword, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, motionless.

Suddenly, he stepped forward, the tip of the sword in his hand trembled slightly, and he swung it violently, with the force of thunder and lightning, splitting the surrounding void, but as natural as a breeze.

It took a long time.

The man with the broadsword stopped, but his eyebrows were full of sorrow.

Speaking of hard work.

The man with the sword king body can undoubtedly rank among the top five in the village.

No water.

With extraordinary talent and hard work, how can he not make progress?

The broadsword man practices sword, not only to sharpen his sword skills, but also to temper his character and pursue the highest realm of swordsmanship.

In just tens of thousands of years, he has already achieved the status of a true immortal.

Now, he has reached the end of this realm, and there is no way to go, so he can only break through the realm.

But above it is the king realm that all creatures can only dream of but cannot reach.

Sitting upright on the long river of time, overlooking the ups and downs of the years, even in the vast fairyland, he can be regarded as an unimaginable big man.

The improvement of realm has never been achieved overnight, and what is needed is the accumulation of days and months, so that mass production can produce qualitative changes.

He has practiced sword for 100,000 years.

But there is still no feeling of breaking through the realm in his heart.

It's like standing in front of a window, the window paper is so thin that it is almost transparent, and it seems that as long as you poke it gently, you can glimpse another brand new world. However, it is this thin layer of window paper that he can hardly poke through no matter how hard he tries.

He was only one step away from the top of the mountain. He didn't need to do anything. He just needed to move forward a little bit, just a little bit, and then he would be able to see the magnificent scenery on the top of the mountain.

This feeling of frustration made him despair, but he was unwilling to give up.

He felt that he was different from Gu Chen and Tu Dequan.

They were the earliest disciples to follow Lord Liushen. Although he was also very early, he had actually made a name for himself before becoming Lord Liushen's disciple. He had been wandering around the world for a long time, and finally had to hide his name in a mountain village for some reason.

Naturally, he was married.

But he had no children for so many years.

In the past, it was because of his wife. His soul was harmed by the traitor and fell into depravity. He was about to give up hope. Fortunately, Lord Liushen took action, and the lovers could continue their fate in this life.

And now, it was because of him.

He was addicted to the way, unable to extricate himself, and unable to control himself.

When he thought of this.

The face of the broadsword man couldn't help but become bitter.

He knew that if he wanted to solve it, he had to truly break into the King Realm. By then, he would naturally have a broad mind and everything would be solved.

But the journey was long, even if it was just a layer of window paper, he didn't know when it would be broken!

He was already immortal, so he could wait.

But his beloved might not be able to wait.

Even though the other party was also a genius in the sect, it was the lower realm, a wild land after all. In the fairyland, except for a few rare people like Shi Hao, the rest were actually no different from ordinary people.

Without truly entering the fairyland, even in the fairyland, with the fairy spirit cleansing the dregs of the flesh, it is impossible to coexist with time.

After practicing swordsmanship until now, he no longer knew what he was conflicted about.

Logically speaking, it should be there, but he felt that he had nothing.

Exhaling a breath of turbid air, the broadsword man knew that he could not practice swordsmanship anymore.

If he continued to practice.

He was afraid that he would fall into the devil in his heart.

…

…

"Sir, I want to go to the mortal world to refine my heart."

This day.

The man went up the mountain with a heavy heart.

Without saying anything, he knelt in front of Jiang Huai.

"The mortal world is like a dream, and the human heart is like a mirror. Go, you should be able to find the answer you want!"

Jiang Huai looked into the distance, looking at the figure kneeling in front of him, and then raised his eyes to look at the endless green mountains in the distance that lasted forever.

He did not ask any reason.

When the faith value of the believers reaches a certain level, he can communicate with the believers and know everything they think in their hearts.

No matter what, the broadsword man is the "elder" level existence who has followed him for the longest time, not to mention that he has rescued the man's beloved, so the faith value has naturally been accumulated long ago.

"Thank you, sir!" Hearing this, the broadsword man's originally irritable heart calmed down a lot for no reason.

"But before that, I will seal some of your cultivation."

Jiang Huai walked slowly from a high place, stretched out his bony fingers, and gently tapped the middle of the man's eyebrows.

There was no strange phenomenon.

But in an instant, a strong sense of powerlessness surged over the broadsword man's body, but he let out a long breath.

"Thank you for your reminder, sir!"

Once again, he bowed to the supreme and majestic existence in his heart.

Without notifying anyone.

He led a celestial horse from the Imperial Horse Administration.

The man ran straight to the world of mortals.

In fact, all places in the world can be called the world of mortals.

The world of mortals is endless, rolling, and people come and go, never stopping. As long as there are people and rivers and lakes, they are all the world of mortals.

But if it is the most recognized world of mortals in the world.

There is only the mortal world full of seven emotions and six desires.

The mortal world trains the mind, and what is trained is the seven emotions and six desires.

But what is the mortal world?

The most difficult to find!

The lower world?

It is not the mortal world, and many people practice Taoism. Even in a remote mountain village, people pay attention to the gushing of qi and blood, and children take medicinal baths to strengthen their bodies since birth.

The real world is not contaminated by any external objects and cause and effect.

Even if a cultivator steps into it, he must be transformed into a mortal in an instant.

In particular, from a more profound perspective, "the world" does not even refer only to secular life, it also covers all experiences, emotions and desires, hardships, pain and peace in life.

Looking at the present, who has really been tested in the world?

Only Shi Hao.

Or the future Emperor Ye Tian.

To be honest, Jiang Huai doesn't think that the broadsword man can find it, he doesn't have that opportunity.

But it doesn't matter.

After all, he was just looking for an answer, not the real world of mortals.

In fact, Jiang Huai had anticipated these emergencies, so he had already prepared and planned in his heart.

Although there is only one word difference between the True Immortal and the Immortal King, how can the gap between them be explained clearly with one word difference?

Even the Emperor of Desolate Heaven spent 500,000 years to achieve the throne and fight back from the dead silence.

Others, Ning Chuan, the Six-Crown King, was born with a natural vision and the blessing of the Qilin, but in the end he was only in the realm of the True Immortal.

Ninety-nine percent of his disciples are naturally impossible to compare with the Emperor of Desolate Heaven, and they will naturally be confused when facing this threshold.

"The great dream is eternal, and the heart is refined in the mortal world. There are many things of luxury and debauchery, and there are many seven emotions and six desires. In fact, what can we do in the end to pursue it hard?"

Retracting his gaze, Jiang Huai turned and rushed to the palace.

A dragon egg was just opened yesterday.

It is now placed in the palace.

The way to open the dragon egg was quite strange. It needed to be placed on his bed in the palace for five hours.

Now, it only needed to wait for another half an hour to hatch successfully.

…

The lower world.

The Great Wilderness.

The Stone Kingdom.

For the Broad Sword Man, this was where everything started.

It was also the birthplace of legends.

After more than 100,000 years, he came here again.

In the eyes of the Broad Sword Man, the lower world should be synonymous with the mortal world.

As the original territory of the village, the wilderness was naturally the first choice.

He first went back to his old address in the village, and then went directly to the capital of the Stone Kingdom.

The Broad Sword Man vaguely remembered that the now famous Lord of Heaven, Huang, had once served as the Human Emperor of the Stone Kingdom.

As night fell, this majestic city was illuminated by lights as bright as day.

On the city wall, flags fluttered, and patrolling soldiers were wearing armor and holding sharp weapons, full of murderous intent.

Faintly, there are still a lot of tyrannical auras flowing.

Of course, in the eyes of the broadsword man, the group of strong men are no different from the mortals walking in the city.

Even the huge city is so insignificant. As long as he wants, a thought, the entire Stone Kingdom will collapse in an instant.

Is this the mortal world?

He blocked everything and walked straight into the city without being discovered by anyone.

The streets are prosperous, with shops lined up, like a city that never sleeps. Even if the sun has set, there are still pedestrians and traffic.

As the curtain color becomes thicker, it becomes more lively.

The streets and alleys are brightly lit, the lanterns of the restaurant are hung high, the aroma of wine is overflowing, and the sound of the piano is melodious.

The broadsword man chose a remote corner, sat down alone, and revealed his figure at the same time.

The waiter was quick-witted and came forward immediately, greeting him warmly:

"Sir, please come in! What would you like to drink? We have the best wine and exquisite dishes."

The man with the broadsword shook his head: "Bring me a pot of tea. I want to find a place to rest first."

…

Time flies.

He stayed in the Stone Country for nearly two years.

In these two years, he worked from sunrise to sunset like ordinary people, and ate plain tea and plain food every day.

In addition, he would go to the bookstore every day to listen to the storyteller telling about Huang's deeds in the past.

The master once said that in this life, only Huang was a real immortal in the world.