Eternal Tranquility

The stone carving roared like thunder: "Who is coming!"

Liu Qinghuan stopped in front of the door, looked up at the high lintel, cupped his hands and said: "Qinglin from the Wanhu Realm, dare to ask my friend, this is the Yin Yang Xutian?"

"Exactly!" The stone sculpture shouted loudly: "You want to enter the city?"

Liu Qinghuan paused and replied: "Of course, since we are already here, it is not in vain to go to the city for a look."

"Then you should listen carefully!" The stone sculpture said: "When you enter our Yin Yang Xutian, you may get lost in the gap of time, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, and never find the way back."

Liu Qinghuan looked surprised. There was such a big risk in going in? This made him curious about what the legendary Yin Yang Xu Tian was like.

After thinking for a while, he asked: "Brother Shi, does he know Yanhou?"

The stone sculpture turned his head and his tone changed slightly: "Oh, you are talking about the guy guarding the altar outside. Hasn't he been beaten to death yet?"

"Fortunately, he's not dead yet." Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but smile: "But before I entered the altar, he told me that I could get some kind of inheritance when I came in. However, for so long, I haven't even seen a shadow of that inheritance. So I thought Please tell me Brother Shi, is the inheritance in Yin Yang Xutian?"

"He told you that? Hahahaha!"

The stone sculpture suddenly laughed loudly, leaning back and forth as if it had heard something funny.

Liu Qinghuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is everything he said false and he was just deceiving me?"

"That's not the case." The stone sculpture finally stopped laughing and said: "You need to find the inheritance by yourself. As for whether you can find it, it depends on whether you have the opportunity. Okay, you can go in now."

He turned around with a creak, put his hand on the doorpost beside him, and saw that the carvings on it began to swim as if they were alive, and the light flowed in the originally empty door frame, and gradually appeared one after another. Tai Chi yin and yang diagram.

Liu Qinghuan had a lot of doubts in her heart and wanted to ask again, but the eyes of the stone sculpture had dimmed and became motionless.

Now that things have come to this, no matter what the future holds, he can only go into the Yin-Yang Market to take a look. Liu Qinghuan took the thunder ruler in his hand and stepped into the stone door.

Passing through the black and white Tai Chi Yin and Yang diagram, the heat in the abyss and the screams of monsters disappeared in an instant, and a fresh wind blew in my face.

There was a feeling of being grounded beneath me, but in front of me was a vast white mist, so thick that even my consciousness could not penetrate it.

This surprised Liu Qinghuan. He paused cautiously for a moment. After feeling no danger, he slowly walked forward.

Fortunately, the fog gradually became thinner, and the surrounding scenery was revealed little by little, but it was an ordinary long street. Shops were lined up on both sides of the street, and the bustling sounds of people could be heard.

Liu Qinghuan stood on the street in confusion, feeling extremely familiar yet completely unfamiliar. Everything seemed familiar.

This is an ordinary fairy city that is common in various places in the world of immortality. There is an endless stream of monks coming and going. They are either rushing to go somewhere, or they are leisurely chatting with friends and laughing. Although their clothes are They are all different, but most of them are common colors in the world of immortality.

The shops on both sides of the street sell everything from elixirs to magic weapons, but they are basically ordinary items.

The only thing that surprised him was that the cultivation levels of the monks who came and went, some were as low as one or two levels of Qi training, and some were as high as his cultivation level, and the items sold in those shops were of the same low level and high level. .

This is very unusual, because in most Cultivation Cities, high-level monks maintain their own identity and will not mix with low-level monks. Of course, the latter do not dare to act presumptuously or move around casually in front of the former. They each have their own areas of activity, and they are very distinct from each other and rarely interact with each other.

However, during the quarter of an hour or two standing on the street, Liu Qinghuan had seen more than once Qi Lian and Jin Dan, or Foundation Establishment and Nascent Soul, passing by each other talking and laughing, as if everyone had different identities here. Differences have disappeared, and status is of no importance.

Just as Liu Qinghuan was pondering the meaning of this situation, he was tapped on the shoulder, and a voice sounded from behind: "Qinghuan."

Liu Qinghuan's body trembled and she slowly turned her head.

Behind him, a handsome male cultivator looked at him with a smile: "Why are you standing here?"

"...thousands of miles?"

Mo Qianli took an exaggerated step back: "What's that look in your eyes? If I haven't seen you for a few days, it's like you don't know me."

"How many days..." Liu Qinghuan's expression was hard to explain: "How many days ago did we meet?"

Mo Qianli said strangely: "Yes, we just came back together from the underground ice palace in the north not long ago."

Liu Qinghuan looked at the other party in silence. He didn't remember any underground ice palace he had been to, let alone not long ago.

A faint white net quietly appeared in his left eye, scanning Mo Qianli's body carefully. He suddenly understood what the previous stone sculpture meant.

Mo Qianli, one of Liu Qinghuan's friends since he was a boy, died in the Seal War hundreds of years ago. At that time, he was still in the Netherworld of Jiuyou. When he returned to Yunmengze, he learned of the other party's death, but he didn't even see him for the last time.

However, this Mo Qianli was now standing in front of him alive. Even if he used the magical power of the web of life and the abyss of death, it only proved that the other party was indeed a living person, not a dead soul or something else.

Yin and Yang Xu Tian exists between Yin and Yang? The end is on the other side of life and death?

Seeing that he remained silent, Mo Qianli showed worry on his face and took a step closer: "Are you okay?"

After all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, Liu Qinghuan suddenly smiled and said, "It's okay... I was about to go find you, but I didn't expect to meet you here. If you have time, let's go together..."

He raised his head and glanced casually, pointed at a shop and said, "Want to have a drink there?"

"Okay!" Mo Qianli agreed readily and put his arm on his shoulder very naturally: "Let's go, I haven't had a drink for a long time, I was just thinking about this."

Liu Qinghuan had not held hands with anyone for many years, and for a moment, some inexplicable emotion came to his mind.

In an unexpected place, I saw a friend who had passed away long ago. Although I knew that all this was false, seeing Mo Qianli alive and kicking at this moment, those happy and unrestrained youth days seemed to reappear in front of my eyes.

The two entered the wine shop, ordered drinks, and started chatting.

Liu Qinghuan started from the illusory underground ice palace and calmly told Mo Qianli's words, but the other party had unsuspecting trust in him and said everything.

Soon, he discovered that Mo Qianli did not know that he was dead, and his past experiences were no different. The difference was that Mo Qianli outside died, but Mo Qianli here continued to live without noticing anything. wrong.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't find any flaws and said thoughtfully: "So, you have been in Yin Yang Xutian for hundreds of years..."

"Yin Yang Xutian?" Mo Qianli asked in surprise: "Where is that place?"