Immortal Emperor’s Self-cultivation

The north wind moves south.

The morning mist was torn apart by the faint golden glow.

The few remaining clouds lingered on the Hanhai Peak for a long time, and finally disappeared between the sky and the earth.

There was silence on the lonely peak.

A solitary small tree protruded from a crevice in the side rock.

It looked like a sword that had been thrust deep.

Chu Xiaolian stood on the top of the peak, the sword was still in his waist, but the sword intent had already melted into the wind.

Those sword intents are extremely small.

Like tiny dust particles floating in the air.

fall to the ground.

Immediately, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and fine cracks spread out like spider webs.

The tree trembled slightly.

There were not many leaves rustling down.

Before it fell into the clouds, it was torn into pieces again.

Suddenly there was a sense of loneliness between heaven and earth.

"Good swordsmanship!"

The voice came along with this lonely breath.

There was no wind on the cliff, but Chu Xiaolian felt the slightest chill.

He looked at the person coming, with a calm expression: "It turns out to be the Lord Tai Cang, be polite!"

He spoke politely, but he didn't act to salute.

Jiang Xuanyu stared into his eyes, remained silent for a long time, and said, "You are very similar to him."

Chu Xiaolian remained expressionless: "Who is the Holy Master talking about?"

Jiang Xuanyu said: "Sword Master Haoran, my senior brother!"

Chu Xiaolian said: "This junior has also heard the name of that senior, and he respects him very much. So it turns out that he is your senior brother, Holy Master?"

Jiang Xuanyu looked at him.

Chu Xiaolian looked at each other, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was innocent.

Jiang Xuanyu suddenly said: "You don't know him?"

Chu Xiaolian said calmly, "Of course I know him."

He paused, and then said: "But he doesn't know me! How can the younger generation have a chance to get acquainted with the sword master?"

As he said this, a wry smile and self-mockery appeared on his face.

Jiang Xuanyu still had no expression on his face.

He said: "Your sword is very similar to his! I thought you were his descendant..."

Chu Xiaolian said with regret: "It would be great if that's the case! It's a pity that this junior just happened to find a sword scripture in a cave during a trip, and that's how he is today..."

"Dongfu?"

Jiang Xuanyu finally had some changes on his face, his brows were slightly frowned: "Where is the cave?"

Chu Xiaolian randomly made up a place name.

Jiang Xuanyu was silent again.

Chu Xiaolian glanced at him, and suddenly said: "Perhaps the sword scripture that this junior got is the inheritance left by your senior brother!"

There was a little excitement in his eyes: "I don't know if senior can recommend it for you?"

Jiang Xuanyu looked at him and said, "He's dead!"

Chu Xiaolian's pupils shrank slightly, but his heart was as calm as a cold river at this moment: "Dead? How could it be? How did you die?"

Jiang Xuanyu remained expressionless: "I killed him!"

Chu Xiaolian opened his mouth and felt that his mouth was very dry. He retreated slightly without making a sound, and the sword intent all over his body was silently condensed.

He thought that Jiang Xuanyu would never mention these topics.

Or flatly deny it.

Or make up another story.

But he never expected that he would just... tell the truth.

What does this mean?

Did he already know that the master was hiding on him?

He came this time just to kill people?

Chu Xiaolian couldn't figure it out.

His sword intent was in motion, and all jade and stone were burned in the Taishang Wangqing sword formula, and the most powerful move was faintly formed.

Yan Chixiao didn't speak, nor sighed.

It's just that I quietly integrated my spiritual power, which I had recovered better over the past few days, into the disciple's body.

Ready to send him away at any time.

...

There is no wind and no rain on the cliff.

There is no more chill between heaven and earth.

Jiang Xuanyu looked at Chu Xiaolian with a calm expression, as if he didn't notice his small movements at all.

He suddenly said: "I regret it!"

His voice was very soft, like a sigh, or a monologue.

Chu Xiaolian noticed that he was staring at him, but he didn't feel like he was being watched at all.

Who is he looking at?

Jiang Xuanyu's expression did not change, he still stared at him and said, "Maybe, I am the one who should practice the Taishang Wangqing Sword Art."

"If so, how wonderful everything would be!"

Chu Xiaolian did not understand the meaning of this sentence.

regret what?

Regret not practicing Taishang Wangqing Sword Art?

Or, after practicing the Taishang Wangqing Sword Art, you will no longer have any regrets?

Yan Chixiao hasn't said a word since before, no matter how he calls.

Chu Xiaolian didn't know how to respond.

Jiang Xuanyu didn't need his response.

He said: "If you have time, come and drink tea in the Holy Land of the Celestial Cang!"

After saying that, he didn't look at Chu Xiaolian again, turned around and disappeared among the white clouds.

Chu Xiaolian was puzzled.

He suddenly found a token at the place where Jiang Xuanyu disappeared.

So he went to pick it up.

Suddenly, there was a mental wave in his mind.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

...

One after another cloud boats broke through the sky and went away.

Before leaving, he left behind a large amount of treasures, enough for the entire Aojian Immortal Sect to spend hundreds of years.

According to the sayings of the major holy places, Li Xiaoyou's selflessness is his business.

But if they get benefits but don't know what to get back, it means they don't know what is good or bad!

Even though these vulgar things and Li Xiaoyou are not worth mentioning as a gift to this world, but...

The quantity is large!

And it's their will!

Hanhai Peak regained its tranquility.

Even a little boring.

Just like the Eastern Wilderness that followed.

No matter how timely the practice world is to remedy the birth of gods and demons.

After all, the fragile mortal world suffered unspeakable damage.

Those scenes of blood flowing into rivers were not only engraved in the land of the Eastern Desolation, but also engraved in the hearts of all living beings.

Rebuilding a home is boring, tedious, and certainly boring.

But it is extremely important.

Perhaps in order to seek a sense of inner security, many new buildings were not directly built on the ruins.

At least in Tai Cang Mansion.

The people are more willing to build their new homes near those... huge cities that stood up in the disaster.

——Those are the twelve cities that Chu Xiaolian built according to Li Hanguang's request.

During those days when Li Hanguang went deep into the fire domain and retreated after returning.

Ye Chengying and others brought the disciples of the major practice sects.

With these cities as the center, they continue to radiate outward to deal with a series of disasters caused by disasters.

Such as beast tide.

Such as pests.

These things are another disaster for the victims.

But it is very easy for practitioners to solve it.

And unlike the plague, it is difficult to root.

After the first batch of hybrid rice has matured, those seeds are also sent here for another large-scale planting, and then spread out.

These cities played an extremely important role no matter in the disaster or after the disaster.

Saved many, many mortals!

Too many to count!

These cities have their own names, and their construction styles and city layouts are also different.

There is only one iconic building.

That is, in the center of the city, there stands a huge stone sculpture nine feet tall.

The stone carving is a man.

Clothes are fluttering, as if about to ride the wind and go away, like a fairy alive.

The only fly in the ointment is that none of these statues have faces, or... they haven't been carved yet.

There is an ancient monument in front of the stone carving.

People can know the identity of the owner of the statue through the inscription.

"The sage of the rice is bright, and the glory of the common people, the merits of the ages, the people of Yongzhou City will remember it from generation to generation, and pay homage to it forever..."

...

There are many people coming and going.

The noise stopped a hundred meters away from the statue.

All the people who approached here would subconsciously remain silent, and stand in front of the statue with the most solemn expression.

Seriously pay homage and leave silently.

Suddenly there was crying in the crowd.

It was a child who had just learned to walk, crying for a soup dumpling from the next street.

In normal times, this scene would probably elicit a knowing smile.

Now it seems very harsh.

The child's mother is a young woman with mild eyebrows and eyes, and she should be pretty when she smiles.

But at this time she didn't smile, her eyes were full of anxiety and uneasiness.

The weather was getting cooler, but the sweat kept dripping from her forehead, and she tried her best to persuade the child to stop crying in a low voice.

Where is the child willing to follow?

The crying grew louder.

Look at his proficiency, thinking that as long as he did this in the past, his mother would satisfy all his requirements.

There is still no sound around, but the emotions in those eyes are obviously full of dissatisfaction.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound.

The young woman raised her palms, her eyes were reddish, and said tremblingly, "Kneel down!"

As soon as the child's mouth was deflated, he was about to cry again.

The young woman raised her hand again, trembling, her eyes full of seriousness.

As long as she cries again, her slap will definitely be heavier than before.

The child is quiet.

The thin body knelt on the ground.

At his age, he must have never started to remember when the disaster broke out half a year ago.

So he couldn't understand why his mother, who had always been gentle and loving, suddenly became angry.

But this matter, he will remember it forever.

Plop!

The young woman also knelt down, knelt down sincerely in front of the statue, and kowtowed repeatedly.

The child looked at the mother.

He also kowtowed, a little clumsily and a little funny.

The surrounding eyes gradually softened.

The young woman straightened up, hugged the child's head, whispered something with red eyes.

The child seemed to understand and nodded.

There was some special light in the eyes looking at the statue.

...

Chu Xiaolian turned and left with the sword on his back.

He had seen too many scenes like just now.

Whether it is inside the city or the people outside the city.

Whenever your child starts to remember things.

The first thing they did was to bring the child to the statue.

Tell the children who the statue is.

Why worship him.

What would happen without him...

This kind of thing has never been organized, and no one needs to organize it.

There is no need to remind yourself repeatedly, for fear of forgetting.

——I eat rice every day, how can I forget it?

Even if the child has not read yet.

I can't read or write.

But the importance of this matter is definitely ahead of reading and literacy.

This is something that he needs to remember for a lifetime and pass on to the next generation.

The only thing he was dissatisfied with was.

It has been more than half a year since the statue was built, why haven't those craftsmen carved out the face of the elder brother?

Senior brother's face is so unique, is it difficult?

...

"It's so difficult!"

In a workshop, a dark-skinned craftsman said bitterly to Chu Xiaolian: "Immortal Master Hanguang has a peerless face. I have only a few drafts, but I still can't get one-thousandth of the charm of the immortal master!"

"Where do you dare to use a knife?"

Chu Xiaolian followed his gaze and found that the dimly lit workshop was full of palm-sized stones.

These stones are round in shape, and one side has been carved in the shape of a human face.

very realistic.

Also very expressive.

But Chu Xiaolian knew that this carving was Li Hanguang's face, so he couldn't help but slander what this carving was?

More than one-thousandth?

You didn't even notice one ten thousandth of the elder brother, okay?

Chu Xiaolian recalled the elder brother's demeanor like a banished fairy, and then glanced at the stones on the ground.

Xin Dao even if this group of craftsmen is already the top group in the secular world, it is indeed wishful thinking to achieve that step.

But, the statue of the big brother can't always be faceless, right?

what does this look like

Thinking about these things, he couldn't help feeling a little irritable.

At this moment, Yan Chixiao's voice suddenly sounded: "There are the best craftsmen in the Five Realms cultivation world in the Haotian League, you are going to deliver a letter anyway, why not go there and find a craftsman to try!"

The conversation with Jiang Xuanyu that day, the master and apprentice never mentioned it again.

As if it never happened.

Chu Xiaolian guessed that the meaning of the token was very unusual for the teacher.

But the teacher didn't want to say it, and he couldn't force him to ask.

Fortunately, the teacher hasn't been too abnormal recently, which made him feel at ease.

Hearing Yan Chixiao's words.

Chu Xiaolian raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking how could this kind of thing happen by accident?

The last time Haotian League came to Aojian Xianmen to help Li Hanguang build the Artifact Refining Hall, Chu Xiaolian happened to go down the mountain to deal with Mu Yuehua's matter.

Later, he heard about those things from other places, and also saw the Artifact Refining Hall of Elder Brother.

Know that their craftsmanship is really good.

Chu Xiaolian originally didn't intend to let the common people build a statue for the senior brother.

Because their means are limited, no matter how sincere their hearts are, they can only use some mortal stone, iron and wood at most.

How can those things be worthy of a big brother?

But those people don't know where to get the news.

Knowing that the statue of Daosheng Immortal Master Hanguang was going to be erected in the city, they jointly signed a petition and begged that they must be allowed to build it.

Chu Xiaolian was very embarrassed at the time, so he summoned him back and asked.

The elder brother said that it is good to follow the public opinion.

So he was relieved that, except for some of the most critical steps, everything else was done spontaneously by the people.

But right now, no one in the world can carve out the master's charm.

This matter cannot be left alone.

...

Chu Xiaolian supervised the construction of a total of twelve cities.

The names of each city are different, but they are all Hanguang City in essence.

The city covers an extremely vast area, in addition to countless mortals, there are also areas where practitioners live.

That is the inner city.

On weekdays, the immortals are separated from each other, and a tall city wall blocks most of the eyes.

But in fact, the city gate does not prohibit mortals from passing through.

It's just that most mortals dare not go in.

And practitioners in the inner city rarely haunt places where mortals live.

Chu Xiaolian walked through a certain wide street, crossed the crowds, and found a huge three-story building.

He glanced at the plaque and walked in.

The boy naturally greeted him.

Chu Xiaolian took out a waist card, the servant's eyes changed slightly, and then he led him more respectfully to the third floor where few people lived.

Soon, a very faint void wave escaped from the third floor.

Not easy to notice.

Chu Xiaolian left Donghuang directly.

...

Zhongzhou, in an ancient courtyard.

The door opened.

Chu Xiaolian pushed the door open, and an old figure was already waiting in the courtyard.

"Little friend Chu?"

The old man looked at him and said.

Chu Xiaolian felt the other party's aura like a deep abyss and a sea, and clasped his fists and said, "Senior?"

The old man smiled and nodded: "The old man loses Yuan!"

Chu Xiaolian froze for a moment, and then a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Obviously, he already knew the identity of the other party from Yan Chixiao, and he was also an absolute high-level person in the entire Haotian League.

Will you wait for him here?

"Hello senior!"

Chu Xiaolian hurriedly saluted again.

Gong Shuyuan smiled and waved his hands, indicating that there was no need to do so.

He looked very amiable.

Chu Xiaolian felt a little relieved, it seemed that the other party was an old senior who was easy to get along with.

There is a crabapple tree in the courtyard.

The two sat down at the stone table under the tree.

Gong Shuyuan said: "I heard that the young friend came this time, is it at the order of Daozi?"

Chu Xiaolian took a deep breath.

Then he solemnly took out a storage ring from his pocket and handed it over.

Gong Shuyuan stood up, took it with both hands, and the next moment his pupils shrank suddenly.