Sunrise, a sight that is almost every day.

It nourishes the earth and nourishes all things.

But, few people see it on weekdays...

Qin Haoxuan looked up and looked around, picked up Qinghong again, jumped into the air, and instantly arrived at the top of the mountain.

The sea of ​​clouds swells in the distance, the sky looks gray-green, and the golden glow spreads out of the sky, and the sun is about to jump out of the sea of ​​clouds.

Qing Honglian leaned tightly in Qin Haoxuan's arms. She looked at the beautiful scenery in the distance, her eyes with stunning and praise: "If I had known that you would have been so kind to me if I were to die, I would rather have something happened earlier, right? Can you come to me earlier?"

These words were cut on Qin Haoxuan like a knife. He put his arms around and hugged him tightly, but he couldn't say anything.

The sun jumped out, the golden light was shining, and the vibrant morning came.

Qing Honglian sighed softly: "I am still a little unwilling. I still want to go with you to see the waves of the North Sea and find ancient ruins together. I want to go anywhere with you..."

The voice gradually lowered, and Qinghong held Qin Haoxuan's hand and finally lost strength, but was held by Qin Haoxuan's backhand as it slid down.

Qin Haoxuan closed his eyes, and two lines of tears fell quietly.

On the top of the mountain, the breeze gusts, the sea of ​​clouds rolled in the distance, the white clouds had been dyed into brilliant golden yellow, the birds in the forest were chirping, and the green grass stretched its arms, turning into nothingness towards the sunlight.

Everything looks so beautiful.

But Qinghong can no longer see it.

The power of death, the dead are gone, and the living are sad.

When Qin Haoxuan brought Qinghong back to the bamboo garden, the white silk was laid and the sound of sobbing, he saw Zhenren Shen Mu standing in front of everyone.

The Qinghong life lamp was turned off, and Shen Mu Zhenren naturally knew that his disciple was dead. He was accustomed to life and death and felt sad.

"She's gone, I'm leaving too." Qin Haoxuan said.

Zhenren Shen Mu nodded: "Qinghong is my Qingyun Sect's disciple after all. I hope that Old Ancestor Qin can allow her to be buried in the ancestral hall of my Qingyun Sect."

Qin Haoxuan looked at Qinghong's master and her disciples and nodded: "I promised her that I will erect a monument for her."

"It's a blessing for the ancestor Qin." Shen Mu Zhenren bowed and said.

The stone tablet prepared by Qingyun Sect for Qinghonglian is a warm jade of 100,000 years, with wind, rain, thunder and lightning, frost and flames not detrimental to its color.

Qin Haoxuan used his fingers to engrave five big words on it: Qin Haoxuan's wife.

The rest of the people looked at the inscription without expressing any curiosity or doubt.

After burying Qinghong, Shen Muzhenren said, "Ancestor Qin is leaving now?"

Qin Haoxuan looked at Xinli's grave and said to Shen Muzhen, "I'll stay with her for a few days."

Shen Mu Zhenren knew Qinghong's persistence in this ancestor better than anyone else, and even did not regret losing his life for him. Seeing Qin Haoxuan was not ruthless, he felt a little relieved: "If Qinghong knew, she would definitely be happy."

The Qingyun Sect’s ancestral temple is located in the valley. The terrain is open and the evergreen cypress pine planted all year round is quiet and peaceful.

Qin Haoxuan leaned on Qing Honglian's jade stele, talking about the past and the memories appeared intermittently in front of him, as if it was yesterday, as if it was at the end of time.

Seven days later, Qin Haoxuan bid farewell to Qingyun Sect and left here.

Qin Haoxuan did not forget that the owner of Puguang Pavilion had joined forces with two other peerless masters to surround him and killed him. He was careful in his actions and did not show any of them. Half a day later, he returned to Taichu without any danger.

This place is still like a frost seal, leaving forever the most tragic scene of the day of the family extermination.

Qin Haoxuan first went to the tombstones of Huang Long and others, and after saluting respectfully, he came to the cemetery of Taichu Natural Hall. After hundreds of years of wind and snow, his master Xuan Jizi's cemetery had been somewhat damaged. Qin Haoxuan took out resources from the Dragon Scale Sword and repaired the tombstones of Xuan Jizi and his surrounding disciples again.

After doing all this, Qin Haoxuan breathed a sigh of relief, like a prodigal son who went home, and his heart finally settled down. Qinghong's death gave him a lot of sadness, making this man who was determined to move forward also begin to miss the people in his life. Looking back, time is like a long river. It turns out that so long has passed, and they have all left themselves for so long.

Sitting casually in front of the tomb without opening his mouth, Qin Haoxuan smiled first.

"Master, I haven't come to talk to you for a long time. Your disciple, Qin Haoxuan, is really amazing now. My cultivation has reached a height that I once could not imagine..."

"I have experienced a lot over the years and met many big names. Let me tell you..."

"I haven't found the other disciples of Taichu yet, and I don't know how Xu Yu and Zhang Kuang are doing..."

"One of my friends died today. I always feel that I'm sorry for her..."

As soon as he opened his nagging words, Qin Haoxuan couldn't stop. He was like a child who was busy telling his parents about everything he had seen and had experienced. He would say whatever he thought and say everything he had never spoken over the years. At this time, he would listen to the master.

He is the demon ancestor in the eyes of the world, a demon who is above and above and cannot be provoked. People respect him, fear him, hate him... but no one can look at him and spoil him with the charitable eyes of his elders. No one can block the risks between the world. On the contrary, he must be strong enough to support a world for the people he wants to protect.

At such a high position, cold, lonely but unmoved, Qin Haoxuan knew in his heart that he could not stop, he could only go higher and farther, and to a more lonely place, so that he could achieve everything he wanted.

The sun and the moon rotated, and it was not until Qin Haoxuan said many words repeatedly that he stopped feeling unfulfilled.

"Master, I have been bothering you for a long time this time, have you not bothered me?" Qin Haoxuan looked at the cold tombstone and said softly, "I am leaving. I have many things to do. Tell the master that as long as I, Qin Haoxuan, are there, Taichu will definitely reappear in the world."

After getting up, Qin Haoxuan respectfully knelt down to Yingling Mountain before leaving.

Qin Haoxuan did not walk far away, but he came to Juexian Poison Valley.

Just like when he first saw it, the Juexian Poison Valley was like a hundred miles away, and no grass grew. The poisonous gas as rich as black smoke enveloped the entire valley. The wind was shrouded and lifeless. The Jedi, which symbolized death, discouraged countless powerful people in the world, and even the powerful people in the nine Taoist palaces dared not step in.

Qin Haoxuan stood outside the Juexian Poison Valley, and the strong wind ripped his robe. The poisonous gas that could melt people instantly looked at it not far away. He remembered how domineering these poisonous gases were. Ordinary monks would lose their lives even if they stood dozens of miles away. Even the demons would be swallowed by them.

With a thought, Qin Haoxuan jumped up and flew to the sky. He looked carefully from an angle that was enough to look down at the entire Juxian Poison Valley. The more he looked, the more doubts he had.

From the outside, Juexian Poison Valley is not big, but every time he manipulates a small snake into it, he always feels like he will never see the end.

"Is it possible that there is any space formation contained in Juexian Poison Valley?"

Qin Haoxuan frowned slightly, he looked down at his hands, and the little snake that had been with him for the rest of his life was still sleeping.

The little snake is only the size of a palm, and it seems to have been spent on sleeping for hundreds of years. Its body, as thick as a finger, occasionally flashes a golden stream of light, and two protrusions like horns on its head. That was what Qin Haoxuan grew after feeding it with dragon blood.

"What the hell are you?" Qin Haoxuan looked at the little snake in his palm and asked softly, "No matter how vast and powerful my spiritual sense is, you can accept it all..."
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