Qu's eyes were a little surprised and he said: "This Luo Shenghua is quite domineering."

Qing Ling stood in the rain curtain, chuckled softly, and the sound came from the dark sky.

"The Luosheng flowers planted in your heart are more domineering than this one."

Qing Ling, whose long hair hangs down her shoulders and half of her face is buried in dark gray, has a faint voice, which looks extremely strange in this gloomy and rainy sky.

Bai Fu couldn't help but said weakly: "Shangshen, don't be like this, it looks so scary."

Qu chuckled lightly and waved his fingers to the sky. Instantly, the sky was filled with light. The scorching sun dispersed the thick black clouds, and the dead air in the rain melted away in the sunshine.

The continuous rain turns into the sun and the rain falls, and all things are reborn.

Drops of rain fall on the earth and blend into the soil, nourishing the earth and bringing in new energy.

Qing Ling turned around and walked forward step by step. She took off her shoes and stepped barefoot into the mud. The rain soaked her clothes at will. Step by step, every step left a mark. The mud stained her feet, and the rain splashed lightly. Qing Yi walked away leaving behind

The back view of Bai Fu with a dull look on his face.

Bai Fu looked at the cyan figure with a messy face as he gradually faded away, and asked: "Senior, what's wrong with my upper body?"

The curved face was silent, and he looked at the figure that was gradually going away. He fell into the rain step by step, stepped on the soil, and walked into the wind and rain. He walked into the spring breeze, walked under the spring rain, and looked at the sky and the earth.

, Qingyi gradually faded and became distant in the eyes of this great magical power.

A body of wind and rain enters the heaven and earth, unites all things, and is close to the road, so it is far away from the common people.

This Spring God really surprised him. If he didn't die, he would definitely achieve great power in the future, and even help me.

Bai Fu saw that one of the two people was walking further and further away, while the other was standing silently. He had no choice but to chase in the direction of Qing Ling.

But when he looked at Tsing Yi's figure in the distance, his spiritual thoughts were unable to detect it. Even when he flew into the sky and walked very fast, he couldn't close the distance between him and Tsing Yi who was walking slowly.

Qing Ling's heart is calm at this moment. He seems to have become a god, but also seems to have become dust. God listens to the sounds of all things, and dust and spring flowers bloom together.

His wooden way gradually sublimated, not the vertical improvement of the Taoism, but the horizontal development of the wooden way, using the wooden way to view the heaven and earth and everything.

Qing Ling's realm is very mysterious. There is a qualitative difference between being higher than Tai Yi, but there is also a qualitative difference between You and Da Luo.

The mud he walked barefoot left behind a series of footprints in the wind and rain, which gradually became clearer from far to near.

The wind and rain are like darkness, and the grass and trees are perfect. The clouds in all directions gradually disperse, the spring rain disappears, the spring breeze does not stop, and the warm sun remains.

The clear sky was spotless after being washed by a burst of wind and rain from the sun. It was as blue as the fresh sea, cloudless, and the sky was thirty-three layers high and wide.

There is a pair of feet in Qing Ling's heart that outlines a piece of heaven and earth step by step, with vast wilderness and open spaces in all directions, which is the center of the wild southwest world.

His figure walked through the mountains one after another. On the mountain tops, kings and mountain lords stood on the top of the mountain and looked solemnly at this young man walking barefoot. His long hair was flowing, his green clothes were flowing, and he was walking on the earth as if

Without returning to heaven and earth, the realm of Tao is impermanent and one does not know its depth.

This ancient world is too big, with too many unknowns and too many mysteries. Often the unknown is the scariest thing.

Therefore, all the powerful Taiyi warriors just stood on the top of the mountain, staring closely at Qing Yi without taking any action.

It was really because the Taoist charm of the figure in green clothes was so mysterious that they couldn't understand or guess it, so they started to have scruples in their hearts. With scruples, they didn't dare to take action.

If one Taiyi does not take action, the other Taiyi will also feel that they are very elegant and do not take action. The more people in front who do not take action, the more scruples the mountain masters behind will have and the less they dare to take action.

More than a hundred years later, there was a legend in Duguangzhiye that a ghost Qingyi's soul was wandering in this wilderness, and a blind man followed behind him. No one knew where he came from and where he went, and no one had seen him.

Take action, because no one dares to take action against him.

Qing Ling walked away for three hundred years, and Bai Fu chased for a long time. Finally, he was too tired to catch up, so he could only follow him from a distance.

Qu also followed behind, but he walked with his eyes closed.

The blind man is of course him.

Qu saw Qing Ling's condition and did not disturb or stop him. He just followed him to learn to walk in Handan.

In his eyes, Qing Ling's every move has always been consistent with Mu Dao for three hundred years.

Every flower, every plant, every tree is in his eyes, every sand, every stone, every mountain is under his feet.

Qu had never seen such enlightenment, so he followed suit.

Qing Ling realized the Tao and absorbed all the magical power, which is just the Tao.

Qu also learned to close his eyes for three hundred years. The sky and the earth were extremely dark, and his ears could hear all the sounds in the world.

The wind howled, birds chirped crisply, beasts roared, mountain streams flew and waterfalls flowed, and the earth moved and trembled. Even later, he heard the breathing of all things, including the sounds of the heart, the sounds of the gods, and the sounds of the body.

The sound and sound never move.

Because this is the sound of heaven and earth, the purest and most essential sound, and the beginning of the sound path.

The darkness in the eyes of the song becomes colorful, and all kinds of sounds weave into a colorful world.

He closed his eyes and lost the world, but gained a world of his own.

Three hundred years later, Qing Ling stopped.

For three hundred years, he never stopped every day and every moment. He returned to the very beginning. The starting point and the end point met and formed a circle.

Qing Ling looked back, looked at Bai Fu and the blind man behind her, smiled faintly, and followed for three hundred years. It was touching to know that no matter what time, there is always someone behind you to protect you.

Qing Yi walked again, walking towards the center of a circle surrounded by his footprints.

When he reached the center of the circle, Qing Ling stopped.

Bai Fu also stopped, and the song also stopped.

Qing Ling slowly sat down, and Bai Fu, who was tired from chasing for three hundred years, also sat down comfortably, and the blind man also sat down.

Qing Ling closed her eyes, Bai Fu fell into a deep sleep, and Qu opened his eyes.

Qing Ling planted a seed behind his back, and a guqin appeared in front of him.

The seed is Qing Ling's worldly Tao seed. The sky-reaching tree in the realm of life and death has disappeared and condensed on this seed.

The seeds disappear as soon as they are placed in the soil and are buried deep in the soil.

The strings of the guqin vibrate, and the sound of the qin sounds when you move your fingers.

Qing Ling closed her eyes, and the world became dark and void.

There is only a little green light, which is a cyan seed.

"Zheng~"

The music resounds with the sound of the harp, the sound resounds, and the timbre unites the heaven and the earth.

When one sound falls, all things come into being!

Sound creates the world, and sound creates the avenue. The sound of the piano is no longer the sound of the piano, but the sound of heaven and earth.

The sound of heaven and earth resounds loudly to the nine levels of heaven.

The sound moved the clouds in all directions, and the sound came from all directions.

Use the sounds of all things to combine with the Tao, and transform the great road of sound. From the piano to the sound, from the small road to the great road.

In the fields of Duguang, the phoenix sings in the nine heavens, all things revive, and all souls worship.

In the colorful music, a fire phoenix spreads its wings with bright feathers and flies into the sky. It leads the way, and a ladder emerges behind the phoenix's tail.
Chapter completed!