The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 1007

She is a pair of eyes, Su Ling always thought so.There may be her existence in the legend of Kunlun, but after all, it is just an insignificant point among countless legends.She is used to standing behind people, and never thought that one day her name would appear in everyone's mouths, but this is often the case in the world, unintentionally planting willows and willows, the number one handyman in the three thousand worlds, this title is ridiculous.

She followed behind Qin Zhaohe, watching the countless legends that emerged in the most prosperous era of Kunlun, and the one in front of her was one of them.For those staid old monks in the comprehension world, being born in the wilderness of the demonic way is an indelible stain on life. Fu Zhenren is not the first, nor will he be the last. Even in Kunlun, there are his masters, ancestors, The uncle stood up to protect him, even though this leader of the righteous way was more tolerant than ordinary people, no one in Kunlun would dare to discuss his life experience, but outside of Kunlun, there would always be people in the world who would talk about it.

Qin Zhaohe always laughed off these remarks. When asked in his spare time, he laughed: "No argument is more convincing than actions. No matter how powerful they say, can they still influence Kunlun's decision? ?”

The original resentment dissipated immediately when he heard this sentence, yes, he would not care about these verbal disputes, nothing is more important than actions.

Occasionally, this now-famous monk would stand on the highest Mingwu Palace in Kunlun Tai'a, overlooking Kunlun.

Once Su Ling couldn't help but ask him: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at those young people." Qin Zhaohe pointed at the young students of Yunkai Academy, chatting and laughing, in high spirits. After watching for a long time, he suddenly sighed softly: "You really should be so young in life!"

Standing behind Su Ling suddenly felt a sharp pain from the bottom of her heart. This real person who looks perfect in the eyes of outsiders: cultivation base, strength, personality, and demeanor are all top-notch.But this seemingly perfect monk has some things that he never had.

"The flaws of my birth, even if I don't care about them, Master and they don't care, but it's hard to stop Youyou's mouth. They fight so hard for me, how can I live up to their hopes?" Qin Zhaohe sighed.

So he worked hard and he grew up. His precocious wisdom came not only from his talent, but also from the oppression around him. The elders, those of the same age, and the junior monks all called him Master Qin when they saw him.When he was finally able to take a rest, he had already passed that age. Perhaps when everything is in order now, he would be able to sigh with emotion, "I was born so young!" But even if he was given a chance to do it all over again , he will not regret it, he still wants to carry this legend.

Standing under the East Emperor Bell, through the ages, there are countless monks who have ascended. Some ascended in the daytime, some stepped on the moon and left, some ascended to shake the land, and some ascended silently. But no matter what, the east side of Tai'a Peak There will be their figures in that fairy tower.

"Ning Wuque has fallen." A monk stepped out, the gold thread logo on the bottom of his sleeve showed his identity, he was from the dark department of the Law Enforcement Hall.

"Say!" Qin Zhaohe put his hands behind his back, his eyes were calm.

"The black hand of the Hehuan Sect and the Life and Death Sect." The monk from Anbu said with a sigh, "After all, although he is crazy, his strength is still there, so..."

"I see." Qin Zhaohe waved his hand, and the monk from Anbu retreated.

The humiliation of the Ning family when he was young seems to be too long to remember, only the man who looks like his master looked at him with a gloomy expression in his mind.

Familiar with the impermanence of heaven, now that he overlooks the crowd, he becomes a madman and eventually falls.The Ning family, the leading sword cultivator family in Mingding City 10,000+ years ago, went around and finally fell, but now he is the only one left in the Qin clan.No matter how brilliant it was, it will die one day.With the fall of Ning Wuque, the two famous sword repair families in Mingding City finally disappeared into the dust of history, and the 10,000+ years of entanglement between the two families passed away together, and everything was blown away with the wind.

Sighing, he walked down the stone steps step by step. The monk walking towards him had a haggard face, a loose bun, a long linen gown, and the sadness that had not yet dissipated on his face.

Qin Zhaohe took a deep breath and stepped forward: "Fu Zhenren."

The person who came here was Fu Qingniu who had retreated many times in recent years and failed to break out of the world.

Fu Qingniu looked over, his eyes were a bit complicated, it seemed that he was not used to the fact that the young man who had made a lot of complaints and looked down on him was now standing at the height he needed to reach, but he nodded after all.

He bowed his head and walked alone, Qin Zhaohe and Su Ling looked back at him, saw him stepping up the stone steps step by step, like a mortal ascetic, for some reason, the original slight embarrassment dissipated instantly.

"Renren Fu!" Qin Zhaohe said suddenly, and Fu Qingniu looked back at him, "The scenery in the distance is not bad, why bother to look down at your feet?"

Fu Qingniu was taken aback for a moment, and didn't know if he understood what he meant. After a while, he suddenly laughed out loud. This was the first time. When facing him, Fu Qingniu showed a smile on his face: "Speaking of it, The first time this old man saw your master was when he went out and met her at the No Hundred Ranks, everything seems to be just yesterday, but in fact, a hundred years have passed."

"Master also respects you in his heart." Qin Zhaohe thought for a while, this is the truth, no matter how angry Fu Qingniu is, it is better than a villain behind the back, and sometimes, Fu Qingniu's fearless look, It is indeed admirable.

Fu Qingniu smiled, his haggard face seemed a little more amiable than ever before, then he turned around and stepped up the nameless hundred steps step by step, Qin Zhaohe saw that deep in the clouds, Fu Qingniu seemed to be posing He waved his hand: "One day, if you fly to the upper realm, remember to accompany this old man!"

Qin Zhaohe was taken aback for a moment, and then showed his face: "If Master Fu can look far away, he will have a day of ascension, and Zhaohe will not accept this promise for the time being."

Fu Qingniu didn't speak, but waved his hands deep in the clouds, as if to respond.

Su Ling looked at all this in front of her, and felt a little unbelievable: "Fu Zhennian never thought that there would be such a talkative day." Because he was Qin Zhaohe's handyman disciple and also a female cultivator, Su Ling was also very impressed with Fu Qingniu's character. Very clear, empathetic.

Qin Zhaohe looked over with a smile, and there seemed to be stars in his eyes: "Sometimes, if you understand the stubbornness of thousands of years, those stubbornness can collapse in an instant!"

(End of this chapter)