After giving up on love, the female supporting role dominates the world of immortality

When he opened his eyes again, Zhang Miaomiao was already asleep.

She appeared in a silent mountain forest, standing on the stone steps.

The stone steps go up all the way, and are intricate. On both sides are towering ancient trees, and the green shade is like a canopy, which has the potential to block out the sky and the sun.

Looking around, the eyes are full of green, as green as dye. The nose is filled with the freshness of green mountains and the aroma of vegetation.

Zhang Miaomiao stopped here and looked around.

I saw a huge rock at the bottom of the mountain.

Go down the stone steps and come to the boulder.

I don't know which master carved three big characters on the boulder with a sword - "Canglang Mountain".

The word "Wandering Clouds Shocks the Dragon" and the iron painted silver hook vaguely reveal the powerful sword intention.

Is this actually Canglang Mountain? !

While Zhang Miaomiao was looking at those three words in trance, the sound of footsteps not far away was getting closer and closer.

She quickly found the boulder and hid.

I saw a thin young man coming from the bottom of the mountain.

The young man had an alluring appearance, and even though he was wearing coarse linen clothes, he walked with a windy air and an air of immortality.

However, what surprised Zhang Miaomiao was not his amazing beauty, nor his otherworldly temperament.

But his eyes - pink!

Just like her eyes!

Zhang Miaomiao's breathing almost stopped. She thought of her father in Long Yuan's dream. His figure was the same as that of the young man in front of her.

The young man was holding a basket in one hand and an iron sword in the other. From time to time there are fish jumping around in the basket trying to jump out.

Before the fish hit the ground, the young man had quick eyes and quick hands. He stabbed the fish with his sword and put it back into the basket.

"I told you, don't use me to insert fish!" the young man said angrily with the iron sword in his hand.

The iron sword flew out of the young man's hand, and he shook off the blood on his body in strong protest.

"Okay, okay, Long Yuan. I promise this is the last time. If you feel aggrieved again later, I will have to use you to shave the scales and remove the bones of the fish." The young man smiled at the corner of his mouth, extremely gentle.

Zhang Miaomiao was dazzled for a while.

and many more?

Yongyeon?

Long Yuan? !

So, is this really her father? ! Her father indeed lives in Canglang Mountain!

"You didn't say it was the last time!" Long Yuan's sword shook and he jumped up and down on the ground.

Zhang Miaomiao thought it was quite interesting to imagine how furious he looked after turning into a human form.

The young man thought so too, and the smile on his lips grew bigger and bigger.

"You're still laughing!" Long Yuan became even more angry.

"I'm not going to lie to you, this is really the last time." The young man put away the smile on his lips and said seriously, "I will go down the mountain tomorrow."

"Go down the mountain?" Long Yuan murmured. He didn't know what he thought of. The sword lay on the ground and began to roll around, chattering endlessly, "I don't want to go down the mountain! I don't want to go down the mountain!"

Looking at the sword playing rogue on the ground, the young man showed a helpless smile and said, "This is not up to you."

The young man whispered something in his mouth, his fingertips flashed with light, and Long Yuan lay peacefully in his hand again, seeming to have fallen asleep.

After Long Yuan was quiet, he breathed a long sigh of relief and walked along the stone steps to the top of the mountain.

Zhang Miaomiao, who had been hiding behind the stone for a while, was very excited.

Originally, in Long Yuan's dream, she thought that her father was completely dead, but she never thought that one day she would be able to enter her father's dream.

She still remembers her father saying that he would not survive until she was born.

Zhang Miaomiao touched her face, her originally excited heart was filled with complex emotions, and she retracted her step.

She looked around and found that there was nothing that could be used, so she gritted her teeth, tore off a corner of her clothes, and covered her face that was beyond recognition in the dream.

After confirming that his entire face was blocked, Zhang Miaomiao took a step forward and stopped in front of the young man.

"Daddy, I really want to..."

Unexpectedly, the young man passed right through her.

Physically pass through.

Zhang Miaomiao realized in an instant that this was not her father's dream.

The excitement suddenly fell to the bottom.

She turned her head, looked at the boy who was walking up, and decided to follow him secretly.

If the real dream owner sees it and the dream ends early, she will not be able to learn more about her father.

The young man wandered through the forest until he came to the small sect hidden in the mountains. On the wooden pillars of the gate were carved three crooked characters - Guiyin Sect.

The entire sect is not big, and it cannot even be called a sect.

Apart from the teenagers, the Guiyin Sect only had a few naughty children of various ages, and a young-looking monk.

The young monk looked like an old mother with a baby, and her heart was broken.

"Don't, don't, don't! Liu Shuyao, that's raw grass, very poisonous! Spit it out quickly! Why are you so careless, kid, stuffing everything into your mouth..."

"Su Chenxue, who caused the mud on your face? Is it your senior sister Fang Manman? Don't be afraid, Master will support you."

"Qiao Zhitong, don't freeze your junior brother's lifeblood! Fang Manman, hurry up, help thaw it. I won't criticize you anymore!"

"I let you thaw, not roast you! Why are you burning so hard! Jun Zhaoli, let Master see how your little bird is doing. No matter how shy you are, I have everything you have!" "

Seeing the young man coming in with the basket, the young man stopped him as if grasping a life-saving straw, "Sheng'er, come and help Master!"

Before the young man finished speaking, the young man who had just entered the yard rubbed oil on his feet and ran to the kitchen. He only heard a sentence lingering in the wind, "Master, I am going to cook for my junior brothers and sisters. You always ask for your blessings!"

Half an hour later, there was aroma wafting out of the kitchen.

The young man carried the bowl and chopsticks and came to the small courtyard. The young man was already sweating profusely from being tortured by the five naughty children.

As soon as they smelled the aroma, the naughty children immediately turned into hungry wolves and rushed to the dining table one by one, not wanting to cause trouble.

Not long after, the naughty children finished the fish soup just made by the boy.

They ate and drank enough and began to feel sleepy.

The young man coaxed and coaxed the children to go into the house and go to bed, and then came outside.

After finally escaping from the clutches of the naughty children, the young man wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He looked at the young man wiping the Long Yuan sword outside the door and then remembered something important.

"Sheng'er, do you really want to leave?" the young man asked tentatively.

The young man wiped the iron sword carefully, nodded, and said, "Yes."

"My son is too old to stay!" The young man beat his chest and felt sad, "You want to leave so much, but do you still remember the rules of our Guiyin Sect?"

"Remember." The young man said calmly, "If you are less than eighteen, you cannot be born; once you are born, you cannot return to the clan."

Seeing that the young man still had something to say, he said in advance, "Master, I will be eighteen tomorrow."

"You, you, you! Okay, okay, okay! You are such a white-eyed wolf. It turns out that you have already calculated the time. You are living on your fingers and wishing you could run away right away!" The young man pointed at the young man's nose, his head was so angry that it was smoking. "Why did I save you in the first place? I should have followed those old fools' wishes and buried them for you!"

The young man looked at him quietly. Even though he was scolded bloody, he didn't look angry for half a year.

After a long while, facing the apprentice with a pale face, the young man finally lost his battle, took back his hand, frowned, and said, "Sheng'er, what will I do if you leave? Look at those five little bastards in the house, I can take care of them." What? Aren’t you afraid that I’ll raise them to death? Can you please stop walking?”

"You can't be raised to death, Master." The young man looked away and said. He cleaned the sword, inserted the sword into the scabbard, and continued, "Look, you picked me up when I was born, didn't you also bring me back?" Were you raised successfully?"

"How can it be the same?!" the young man said excitedly, "You are more worry-free and well-behaved. You are born with a golden elixir. You can live without eating or drinking and absorb some spiritual energy. You can also learn to do some housework. What about them?! None of them are. Let me save my worries! Can't you wait before leaving? The oldest Shuyao is only fourteen and has just established the foundation. Sheng'er, I beg you as a teacher, wait two years, can you wait two years before leaving?"

"But if we wait two years before leaving, I don't know if there will be anyone alive in the Cultivation Continent." The young man sighed.

The young man felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He asked blankly, "Did you see something?"

"Yes." The young man did not deny it, he said, "I saw the dead people who could move, and they went to the forbidden land of Zhongzhou in large tracts. I saw the seal was broken, the demon was resurrected, and he waved his sword to summon thousands of dead people to wipe out the Kyushu."

"Bane?" The young man's eyes dodge and his expression was nervous. He hesitated for a long time and said, "How is it possible? How can the seal of Zhongzhou be broken so easily?"

Xuanxu realm?

Zhang Miaomiao was suspicious. She seemed to have seen this thing somewhere.

She thought for a while, and suddenly, a white light flashed in her head.

"The Complete History of Sword Cultivators" specifically talks about the Xuanxu Realm when introducing the Rise of the Sun.

The Sword God has the ability to know the future, and his reincarnation naturally also has this ability, but he cannot use it as he wishes.

Only with the help of Xuanxu Realm can we have a glimpse of the future.

The Xuanxu Realm is said to be a space that does not exist in the Cultivation Continent. In the Xuanxu Realm, one can see the future of any living being.

Sometimes this future is shown in pictures, sometimes in words.

Entering the Xuanxu realm requires an opportunity, but Risheng himself did not say what the opportunity is.

But shouldn’t the Xuanxu realm be visible only when the sun rises?

Zhang Miaomiao didn't have time to think more deeply.

The young man clapped his hands and said, "Yes, it's impossible. What kind of dead person can move, what kind of demon? How many years has the sword demon been dead?"

"But the Sword God has been dead for many years. I can resurrect, and so can she." The young boy said helplessly, "I have to go down the mountain, I have to get rid of those dead people as soon as possible, and strengthen the seal at the same time."

"I don't care, what if the things in Xuanxu Realm are all fake!? How can you be sure that you saw it right?" The young man still refused to give in and said, "Why are you going down the mountain? In the Cultivation Continent, all the immortal sects in Kyushu eat shit. Is it big? Can’t they solve it?! Even if they can’t solve it, it’s none of our business!”

"A few days ago, when I went down the mountain to take my junior brothers and sisters to buy candied haws, I met Senior Brother Wan. Senior Brother Wan told me that there were mobile dead people in Dinghai City. Although the number is not large, the speed of spread has accelerated a lot." Looking up, the young man said sternly, "Master, I will definitely come down the mountain. My lips are dead and my teeth are cold. The Nine Provinces Immortal Sect cannot withstand this wave of disaster. You, me, and the junior brothers and sisters sleeping in the room will all suffer when the time comes."

"This damn Wanliunian! Traitor! How long have you left the Guiyin Sect? You have wanted to return to the Yinzong with a shy face over and over again. If you don't come back, you will go wrong and try to persuade you to leave!" The young man roared, "I think he just didn't do it. Kindhearted.”

"Senior Brother Wan also thinks about us..."

"You still speak for him!? You are also a traitor, get out! Get out tomorrow!"

Obviously, the young man was angry. He didn't want to say anything, so he took Jianzhen and ran back to his house.

The young man covered his forehead in pain after blasting away the evil disciple who became less and less worried as he grew older.

He looked at the sky for a long time, then let go of his hand and said dejectedly, "Ri Sheng, it's not that I don't want you to go out to save the world. I made a fortune for you last night. Your coming out of the mountain this time is a bad omen."

Zhang Miaomiao, who was listening secretly from behind the room, was stunned.

Is her father really Risheng?

Zhang Miaomiao had suspected that she was related to Risheng.

But Sunrise died three hundred years ago.

Nezha's mother had only been pregnant with Nezha for three years. Could it be that her mother had been pregnant with her for three hundred years?

No no no.

Zhang Miaomiao shook her head.

Listening to Mo Qianxin's description, Ye Luo came to the Cultivation Continent in the past twenty years or so. She cut off the red silk to find her lover, which means that she had a tryst with her lover in her dream, and her lover must not have died at that time.

Could it be said that Risheng did not die at all three hundred years ago?

Why didn't he come out to save Yeluo if he wasn't dead? !

Zhang Miaomiao pondered deeply.

Suddenly, the scene of Wan Liunian's dismemberment in his dream flashed through Zhang Miaomiao's mind, and his ears were filled with Wan Liunian's voice shouting, "You will never be reunited with him."

A chill came from the bottom of my heart.