Qinghe Immortal Clan.

This old man was the only doctor in the village. Upon hearing his words, Wang Qin quickly stopped his hands and focused his eyes on the other person.

"Uncle Lu, please help take a look. Uncle Zhang just fell from the haystack and didn't hit his head. How come he died so soon?"

Upon hearing this, the old doctor sighed and shook his head, saying, "I've just checked, the patient's heart meridians are damaged, and he is definitely dying.

Alas! I'm afraid that Lao Zhang will have a hard time making it tonight. Let's not move him yet. Wait for Jiuwa and the others to come and see him, and then carry him back!

Wang Qin, I know you're feeling uncomfortable, but there's no other way right now. You can only leave it to fate. I'll go back and get some medicine. You quickly take a few people to find a piece of wood. Remember to put two quilts under it. We'll be ready to carry him back later.

"Lao Liang, don't all gather here. If Jiuwa doesn't come back, I'm afraid we won't be able to see him for the last time. Go find him quickly!"

After the old doctor gave a few instructions, the people at the scene immediately started to move and went about their own business.

Although "Yanhu Village" is a small village with mixed surnames, the villagers are still relatively united. When they saw something happened here, many of them dropped their work in the fields and rushed here to help.

Although he had been standing aside without saying a word, Song Qingming had already seen through his spiritual sense that Master Zhang, who was lying on the ground, was barely breathing and would not be able to hold on for much longer.

Song Qingming also has several elixirs that can cure mortals. Although there is no way to bring the other party back to life or recover immediately, he can still help heal the other party's injuries and delay his life for a period of time.

However, he had already promised Zheng Xingyun that he would not use the abilities of immortal cultivators to interfere with the lives of these mortals. This made Song Qingming feel a little uneasy at the moment.

The mortals around him included Wang Qin, who had a good relationship with Song Qingming. Faced with this situation, they did not seem to have any intention of asking the immortal master for help.

Even when the people coming and going saw Song Qingming standing aside, no one took the initiative to ask him to come forward and help check out the situation, as if they didn't want Song Qingming to interfere in this matter.

Just as Song Qingming was standing there thinking about this, a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old heard the sound and ran over. He threw himself beside Master Zhang who was lying on the ground, calling his father's name with a sad face.

Seeing this scene, Song Qingming shook his head slightly with a hint of helplessness, then turned around and left without interfering in what was happening.

The next day, as the sun just rose in the east, Song Qingming pushed open the door and walked out of his house in a wisp of mist.

Uncle Zhang, who fell from a haystack more than ten feet high, saw his family before his death, but he did not survive the night and breathed his last in the world.

Someone in the village passed away, and the entire "Yanhu Village" fell into mourning. Everyone was busy preparing for the funeral of the deceased old man.

After hearing about Master Zhang's story, some of the nearby villages in the valley, who had good relations with him, took the trouble to rush to "Yanhu Village" to help.

After a farewell ceremony that lasted for several days, Uncle Zhang was finally sent to the mountain by everyone and buried on a small ridge next to Yanhu Village.

During the whole process of seeing off Master Zhang, although Song Qingming did not help much, he still participated in the whole process.

Along the way, he always looked at what was happening in front of him with a calm face, as if he was a bystander observing everyone's emotional changes and feeling the sadness and regret in their hearts.

After seeing off the old man, Song Qingming did not choose to follow the crowd back to the village. Instead, he found a secluded place near the hill, took out his magic weapon and started to open up a simple cave.

A magic circle was set up outside the cave, so Song Qingming walked directly in, then activated the magic circle outside and began to practice in seclusion.
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Time flies, and more than half a year has passed in a flash.

On this day, a burst of colorful light suddenly appeared on the mountain ridge behind "Yanhu Village", but it disappeared quickly after a while.

Wang Fengzhi, who was turning over stones with a few friends by the river to look for fish and shrimp, happened to look up and see this scene. He quickly ran to his mother who was washing clothes upstream and shouted:

"Mom! Look up at the mountain, is that the Immortal Master coming back?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Qin's wife turned around and looked at the sunset glow on the hill behind. A hint of surprise first appeared on her face, but she quickly regained her composure, nodded, and said with a smile:

"Yeah! Maybe so. Stop playing with water here and help me take this back. Your grandma is in urgent need of it!"

After saying this, Wang Qin's wife picked up a bamboo basket beside her, handed it to her son, and told him to go back quickly and not worry about the immortal's affairs.

Seeing Wang Fengzhi still looking at the sunset glow on the mountain not far away and leaving with some reluctance, Wang Qin's wife gently shook her head and sighed.

"It's not easy for an immortal to live a lifetime, there's nothing to envy!"

In the bamboo forest behind the mountain of "Yanhu Village",

After the glow of the sunset ended, a flash of light appeared, and Song Qingming, dressed in coarse cloth and with a look of joy on his face, appeared out of thin air in the bamboo forest.

After half a year of seclusion, Song Qingming's aura had undergone a completely new change. He successfully broke through the bottleneck of the fifth level of the Golden Core and advanced to the sixth level of the Golden Core.

Before this retreat, Song Qingming's cultivation had already successfully reached the peak of the fifth level of the Golden Core, and he was not far from breaking through the bottleneck of his cultivation.

After experiencing the death of Master Zhang and attending his funeral, Song Qingming, who was about to return to "Yanhu Village", suddenly had an epiphany on the way, which touched upon the bottleneck of his cultivation.

Seeing this, in order not to disturb the mortal life of "Yanhu Village", Song Qingming left the crowd alone, went to the mountain and found a place with slightly denser spiritual energy to open up a cave, and began to retreat and try to break through his own cultivation.

In the valley where "Yanhu Village" is located, the spiritual energy has reached about the third-level middle grade, and the spiritual energy here is enough for Song Qingming to break through to a new level.

Unexpectedly, this retreat was very smooth. Song Qingming did not even take any elixirs to help him break through the bottleneck, but he successfully broke through the obstacles and raised his cultivation to the sixth level of the Golden Core. This really made him very happy at the moment.

"It's been more than half a year since we last met. Congratulations, Junior Brother Song, your cultivation has improved again." Just as Song Qingming was still filled with joy, Zheng Xingyun's voice reached his ears from the side.

Song Qingming turned around and saw that his senior brother, whom he hadn't seen for more than half a year, had appeared not far from him. He hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to him.

"After experiencing the life of a mortal for such a long time here, I have really benefited a lot and gained a lot of new insights. I have to thank Brother Zheng for his guidance to me."

Before Song Qingming went into seclusion, Zheng Xingyun had gone back to the mountains for something and was not in "Yanhu Village" at the time. He actually found out about Song Qingming's breakthrough in seclusion here only after he returned to the village.

Zheng Xingyun, with a calm expression, nodded slightly at Song Qingming and said, “Junior Brother Song, it is indeed a rare thing that you can get so many feelings from mortal life so quickly and use it to break through the bottleneck of your cultivation.

The birth, aging, sickness and death of all mortals are the will of heaven and cannot be easily violated. Even if we cultivators have the ability to move mountains and fill the sea in this world, we cannot make changes to their fate that go against the will of heaven.

From birth to death, they will experience many things that are difficult for us as cultivators to touch. When you truly experience these things, your perception of everything in this world will be different from before.

Among the people who have come to the island in recent years, there are many who are more talented than you, but in terms of perception in this area, there are indeed few who can do better than you, so you don’t have to be too modest with me on this point. "

"Qingming, thank you for your teachings, Senior Brother!"

After hearing Zheng Xingyun's explanation, Song Qingming immediately understood why he had always reminded himself not to use his cultivation ability to interfere with the lives of the mortals around him.

When Song Qingming's cultivation was still at a low level, he also experienced the death of his parents and relatives at the foot of the mountain, but at that time he had been away from mortal life for a long time. Although he was very sad in his heart, he did not learn much from it.

The reason why he gained something this time was because the mortal life of more than half a year allowed him to put himself among ordinary mortals and deeply experience the sadness, reluctance and regret in their hearts. This suddenly gave him this breakthrough in his cultivation.

Since childhood, Song Qingming had heard that many high-level cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation would often disguise themselves as low-level cultivators or mortals when traveling outside to experience a different life. At that time, he did not understand the deep meaning of this.

It was not until this time, after he had personally experienced so much and gained insights into cultivation, that Song Qingming finally understood why those predecessors had done these abnormal things of "escaping into the mortal world".

Although Song Qingming's talent was not outstanding, Zheng Xingyun still liked his character very much. He smiled and waved his hand, then said:
"After being here for so long, you must be very confused. We are all high-level monks with great achievements, so why does the master want us to come here often to experience the life of ordinary mortals?

These are actually mainly related to the practice method we are practicing, but the master is eager to see you right now, so I won’t explain it to you too much here. If you have anything to say, you should ask him directly in person!"

"Brother Zheng, you said that the senior has come out of retreat and wants to see me now?"

Hearing Zheng Xingyun's words, Song Qingming's heart was instantly delighted. He nervously asked for confirmation again, and only felt relieved after the other party nodded in response.

After coming to the valley for a year, he finally got to see the senior who taught him the "Yuxuan Sutra". After hearing this news from Zheng Xingyun, Song Qingming was so excited that he didn't know what to say for a while.

“Master actually came out of seclusion a few months ago, but unfortunately you were also in seclusion to break through your cultivation level. I didn’t tell you in advance for fear of disturbing you.

"The old man is on the mountain now. I'll take you there now!" Zheng Xingyun said, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned a green flying boat and walked up first. Seeing this, Song Qingming also jumped onto the flying boat immediately. After a while, green light lit up around the flying boat, and Song Qingming and Zheng Xingyun turned into spiritual light and disappeared on the spot.

After leaving "Yanhu Village", the flying boat controlled by Zheng Xingyun directly passed over the mountain protection formation around the valley and flew straight over the empty island.

Just when Song Qingming was feeling somewhat puzzled, after the flying boat passed through a white cloud in the air, a huge mountain floating thousands of feet in the sky suddenly appeared before their eyes.

There are several pavilions on the top of the mountain, and white clouds float by from time to time, creating a scene that makes people yearn for the holy land of immortals.

After arriving nearby, Song Qingming also felt that the spiritual energy above was obviously much denser than that on the island below. There should be at least a level four spiritual vein on the mountain in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the mountain gate of "Taixu Gate" was actually suspended above the entire island by a magic circle. No wonder Song Qingming did not find any mountain protection formation on the mountains around the island before he went to the island.

Seeing this somewhat unbelievable scene in front of him, Song Qingming's entire face immediately showed shock.

“Junior Brother Song, there is a special formation guarding the mountain. It is difficult for ordinary people to find this place without the guidance of our sect’s cultivators, even Nascent Soul cultivators.

After you meet the master, I will teach you a set of spells for entering and exiting the formation, and you will be able to come and go freely in the mountain."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Zheng, for the reminder!" Hearing Zheng Xingyun's advice, Song Qingming hurriedly bowed to express his gratitude.

After the two of them talked for a few words on the flying boat, they arrived at a flat ground on the west side of the mountain.

Zheng Xingyun had just put away the flying boat beside him when a beam of light suddenly flew over from a stone pavilion not far away. A man in white, who was only at the third level of the Golden Core Realm, quickly appeared in front of the two of them and bowed slightly to them.

"Fourth Brother, Master asked me to pick him up!"

Seeing the person coming, Zheng Xingyun responded to him slightly, then turned to Song Qingming and said, "This is Junior Brother Liu Yang, you go with him to see the master, I still have some work to do at the foot of the mountain, so I'll go back first!"

After saying this, Zheng Xingyun didn't wait for Song Qingming's response. He got on the flying boat and turned into a beam of light and disappeared on the spot.

Seeing this, Song Qingming smiled and nodded, then immediately turned around and bowed to the white-robed monk beside him.

"Then I'll trouble you, Senior Brother Liu!"

Although the other party's cultivation level is lower than his and he doesn't seem to be older than him, the seniority among fellow disciples in the world of immortal cultivation is arranged according to the order of entry. Now that Song Qingming is here, he can only call the other party "senior brother" first.

The handsome Liu Yang glanced at Song Qingming and said with a smile, "Junior Brother Song, you are too polite. Come with me!"

After Liu Yang finished speaking, he led Song Qingming towards the stone pavilion. The two walked along the stone steps on the mountain road for about half a mile and soon arrived in front of a mountain wall.

After arriving here, Liu Yang waved his hand and released a purple sound transmission talisman, which directly sank into the mountain wall. A moment later, the mountain wall in front of the two of them changed, revealing the gate of a cave.

"Junior Brother Song, Master is waiting for you inside. You can go in by yourself. I have something else to do first!" After Liu Yang finished speaking, he turned around and left along the same path without paying any attention to Song Qingming in front of him.

Song Qingming stood in place and slightly adjusted his old coarse cloth coat. After seeing that there was nothing wrong, he walked lightly into the cave.

After arriving at the "Taixu Sect", Song Qingming felt that both Zheng Xingyun and Liu Yang, whom he had just met, seemed very casual, without the rules commonly seen in cultivators from other large sects.

However, Song Qingming was still very careful along the way, trying his best to appear more steady and not leave a bad impression on the other party.

As soon as he entered the cave, a middle-aged man with an elegant appearance appeared in front of Song Qingming. He was sitting on a cushion in the middle of the cave, looking at him with a smile.

This middle-aged man, like Song Qingming, was also wearing old coarse cloth and holding a roll of bamboo slips that he had just put away. He was the owner of the "Guiyunfang" shop who had dealt with Song Qingming in the past.

Song Qingming's cultivation has reached the sixth level of the Golden Core. When he sees an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator like Zheng Xingyun, he can still quickly tell the other person's cultivation level.

However, when Song Qingming's spiritual sense detected the vicinity of the middle-aged man in front of him, it disappeared in an instant as if a drop in the ocean, and he could not see at all what the other party's true cultivation level was.

The fact that this situation could occur was enough to prove that the person in front of him was either a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage with profound cultivation, but should be the legendary Divine Transformation cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation.

"Junior Song Qingming, nice to meet you, senior!"

Seeing Song Qingming bowing towards him respectfully, the middle-aged man nodded slightly, stood up and walked to the stone table beside him, and waved to him again.

"Why are you still standing there like an idiot? Come and sit down!"

Hearing the other party's instructions, Song Qingming was stunned for a moment, then hurried over and sat on the stone bench next to the table as instructed.

When he saw the birds singing in the fairy mountain just now outside, Song Qingming thought that the cave where this senior lived must be a magnificent place.

After sitting down and taking a look around the cave, Song Qingming was somewhat surprised to find that this cave was as simple as the courtyard in the mortal village where they lived at the foot of the mountain.

Apart from a pile of scrolls, there was not a single valuable-looking object in the entire cave. Even the teacups on the table were ordinary utensils made in the mortal world.

Knowing that Song Qingming was coming, the middle-aged man had already boiled a pot of water at the table. After the pot of hot water boiled, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his mouth and asked Song Qingming:
"You should have some spiritual tea with you, produced in the Floating Cloud Mountains. Take it out!"

"Oh, yes!" Hearing the other party's question, Song Qingming was stunned for a moment before he reacted and hurriedly took out two bags of spiritual tea that he had stored on his body from the storage magic tool.

Then Song Qingming took the teapot from the middle-aged man's hand and helped him prepare a pot of spiritual tea before carefully placing it in front of him.

"Well! Your cooking skills are pretty good. The taste of this spiritual tea is almost the same as the one I drank two hundred years ago!" The middle-aged man picked up the teacup on the table, smelled it, and then put it to his lips and took two sips.

"If you like the spiritual tea we have, I have brought some with me!"

Seeing that the other person was sipping tea with great concentration, as if he was also a person who liked eating and drinking like himself, Song Qingming immediately understood what he meant and took out the remaining spiritual tea he brought from home and piled it on the table.

"Haha! Since you are so generous, I will not be polite to you. I will accept these things first. When I think of what you need in the future, I will return the favor!"

Seeing the large pile of spiritual tea on the table, the middle-aged man nodded with surprise. Without being polite to Song Qingming, he waved his hand and collected them all.

After putting away the spiritual tea on the table, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed. He put away his previous casual look, and his eyes began to become serious when he looked at Song Qingming.

"We are so far apart that I thought you couldn't find this place. It seems that this destined person is always guided by the will of heaven. Even if I didn't leave you any clues, I'm afraid we would still meet one day."

"Yes! Senior, you are right. I am able to find this place thanks to some blessing from heaven. Otherwise, I would have to spend a lot more time to see you again."

Hearing the other party say this, although Song Qingming agreed verbally, he felt somewhat helpless in his heart.

The clues the other party left for him at the beginning were too vague, so he had no idea where to start for a while. If it weren't for the reminder from Old Monster Mo to come to the "Donghuang Kingdom" to investigate, Song Qingming really didn't know how long it would take to find this place.

If this guy had left an exact location at the beginning, or even told him that these two places were in the Nanzhou territory of "Donghuang Country", Song Qingming would not have had to be confused for so long along the way.

"The Taixu Sword I passed on to you should still be with you!"

"Yes! Yes, but I accidentally broke it when I was refining the sword."

Hearing the other party asking about the "Taixu Sword", Song Qingming rummaged through his storage bag with a somewhat helpless look on his face, and took out the broken top-grade flying sword that the middle-aged man had given him.

When he bought this flying sword, he had no idea about the inherited martial arts skills they left inside it. Unexpectedly, he broke the sword during the ritual and accidentally obtained the inheritance of the "Yuxuan Sutra" inside.

Looking at the dagger on the table, the middle-aged man shook his head slightly and said, "It doesn't matter! This sword is used to carry the inheritance. It won't affect anything if it breaks."

After waving his hand to put away the broken sword on the table, the middle-aged man began to introduce: "Before you went up the mountain, Xingyun had already introduced our Taixu Sect to you, I believe you should be clear about some things.

My name is Lingxu Taoist, and I am the current head of Taixu Sect. The Yuxuan Sutra you practiced is the inheritance of a technique left by an elder of our sect." (End of this chapter)