Heaven is fearless

The Asking Terrace is located on the mountainside of Kunlun, with no protection on three sides. Below it is a cliff. At the foot of the sea of ​​clouds, in the distance is the sky and wilderness with no mountains blocking the line of sight. It can directly border the sun, moon and stars at a glance.

Every morning at dawn, the disciples of Taisu Sword Sect will gather at the Taoist platform to start the morning class. Taisu Sword Sect's Taisu Sword Art is practiced by everyone in the sect, and the leader who leads them to practice swords is The most outstanding among the disciples.

Hundreds of disciples swung their swords in unison, and an ordinary oblique thrust was also swung with majestic momentum due to the large number of disciples.

The morning class on the cloud platform can easily make the disciples have the pride of letting go of the world. This kind of pride will be more violently encouraged when they meet the first person who moves like a dragon and a phoenix. passion.

The disciples all looked at the young man dancing with the sword with admiring eyes. The same movements he made were lighter, more agile, and more fluent than others. The bright light, even the ordinary sword style, used by him, seems to be endowed with a soul.

"Did Brother Tu break through again last month?" A disciple asked in a low voice during the morning class break, with reverence that couldn't be concealed in his tone.

"I heard that Senior Brother Tu has already reached the Spiritual Infant Realm..." His companion sighed softly, "Ming Ming Tu went up the mountain as if it was only yesterday, but in just three years, he has achieved such an achievement..."

Breaking through three big realms in three years, breaking pills and transforming babies, this kind of cultivation speed is absolutely terrifying. At the beginning, the doubts about Sword Master Mingxiao accepting an unknown child as a disciple were rejected in the past three years. It was smashed to pieces, and no one dared to bring up those pretentious rumors in front of such a speed of cultivation.

"It's a pity that Senior Brother Tu always has a cold face. It seems that he is too difficult to get close to... Last month, there was a junior sister who wanted to give him a magic weapon, but he was speechless when he saw that face. It's..."

The disciples exchanged gossip with each other, while lamenting Tu Zhao's inhuman cultivation speed, while envious of his female fate.

"Whoever asks someone to be a good parent, it's just...the expression is so cold that it looks too much like the suzerain..."

Someone said such a sentence.

The scene suddenly fell silent for a moment.

The fact that the suzerain was imprisoned in Baolingquan is well known in the sect, but few people mentioned it in the past three years, and it can't be said that they feel ashamed, but they just don't know what attitude to use to face the elder who has made mistakes.

"Speaking of which, is the suzerain coming out soon?" After a brief silence, someone asked softly.

"...Is it about this time? I will go to the mortal world for a shift in a few days, and I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with the suzerain."

"The common defense line is on rotation? I'm almost there now... I hope I can come back alive this time..."

When it comes to life and death, the disciples' tone can't help but sink.

Of course, the defense line is not called the common defense line. It has a very long and official name, but because the name is long and official, it is also a mouthful. Few people are willing to remember it. ".

The line of defense against monsters jointly established by the cultivators and the demons is straightforward and easy to remember.

This line of defense was established three years ago, and the initiator was the famous Demon Venerable Mingxue—but most people would comprehend the name of the Immortal Venerable who sank in the Baoling Spring and thought about it later.

Since the establishment of the common defense line, all sects have sent disciples to go on duty on a regular basis. A year ago, the ground cracked abyss riots behind the Demon Palace, and countless monsters poured out, covering half of the Demon Realm in overwhelming darkness. After the demons cleaned up for more than half a year, some monsters escaped from the siege and sneaked into the mortal world.

Warcraft can be regarded as like ducks in water in the mortal world. Without the cruel and difficult demons in the front, the warcraft almost came to a happy paradise. The slaughter and devouring will never stop. In just a few days, people within hundreds of miles The village does not hear the sound of chickens and dogs.

Now, everyone was forced to pay attention to this line of defense.

Originally, they still had casual thoughts about this, but after seeing the huge disaster caused by the monsters, everyone tensed up.

The young man in white clothes hanging down on the questioning platform cast a glance here from afar, then turned back calmly.

Such a small distance seems to be non-existent to the monks in the spiritual infant realm, but Tu Zhao is used to the disciples discussing him below, so he doesn't care about it, if they didn't mention the master...

Master.

Thinking of this, Tu Zhao paused for a while.

Three years ago, after the master entered Baolingquan, his face gradually lost expression. The master Ming Yi who taught him to practice often held the moon splitting knife and looked at him with a sad face, muttering something indistinct If I don't know, it's about "how to teach a brother who has a trumpet" and "how should I explain to my brother when he comes out" or something like that.

Tu Zhao didn't think there was anything wrong with being like a master.

He wants to become stronger as soon as possible, and he has to race against time to practice. With a face that shows no expression, people who want to make friends with him can automatically retreat, saving a lot of useless time in socializing, much better than a smiling face up.

Holding the sword in his arms, Tu Zhao once again counted in his mind the day when the master came out of Baolingquan.

The eighth day of next month, exactly three years from that day.

After the morning class at the questioning stage was over, Tu Zhaodang went down the mountain with the tactic of light body, and walked to Baiyujing Taixu Palace according to the old habit.

Without the suzerain, the Taixu Palace was empty, and the enchantment left on it was still there, except for a few people recognized by Ming Xiao, no one else could get in.

Tu Zhao stepped into Taixu Palace, rolled up his sleeves, took a bucket of water from the courtyard, and began to clean the room seriously.

He didn't pinch the dust removal technique, just like a mortal, squatting on the ground, wiping the floor tiles, tables and chairs with a wet rag.

If this scene is seen by outsiders, they will definitely not be able to resist pulling out their own eyeballs to try to wake up—the most promising monk of the Taisu Sword Sect, a peerless genius who broke through to the spirit infant realm at a young age, and mortals. Roll up your sleeves and wipe the floor? !

Tu Zhao threw the dirty rag into the bucket, washed and rubbed it seriously with a straight face, wrung out the dripping water, and started to wipe again.

I can't say that I like it, but when he is working, he can empty his mind and calm himself down.

It's like before he was picked up from the Tu family by the master a few years ago, he was used to doing all kinds of rough work, and he didn't have to think about any other things when doing the work. Breakthroughs, twice when he was mopping the floor.

Wiping the floor is a joy and even a breakthrough. It is estimated that countless cultivators will vomit three liters of blood if it is said.

Tu Zhao sat cross-legged on the ground, bent over and carefully rubbed against the cracks in the floor, refusing to let go of even a speck of dust.

This is what Ming Yi saw when he came in.

Her footsteps stopped for a moment, with a look of helplessness on her face. In the cultivation world, there are many monks with strange hobbies. There is Danxiu who likes to cook, and there is Tixiu who likes to grow vegetables. The nephew just likes to clean the room That's all, Jianxiu who likes to clean the room... Ming Yi was silent for a while.

Anyway, sword cultivators are top-notch capable of fighting, and her nephew is capable of hitting.

Mingyi casually picked up the broom standing on the side, and rubbed it against the floor—not because she likes to work, but when you are with someone who keeps cleaning, as long as you have a little If you are ashamed, you will not let yourself sit.

"Senior brother will be out next month, I remember you seem to be the turn of the line of defense?" Ming Yi asked him.

Tu Zhao lowered his head and was still digging the dust in the texture of the floor tiles. Hearing this, he hummed lightly: "I'm afraid I won't see Master."

Ming Yi thought for a while: "It's not a question of whether you can see it or not..."

This bright and generous woman showed a little real sadness on her face: "You may not have a concept, but in the past, everyone who came out of the Baoling Spring had a big retreat in cultivation. The elder who came out before couldn't even hold a sword. get up……"

She stopped talking, and her expression became a little more melancholy.

For the past three years, Ming Yi has been afraid every day that Ming Xiao's cultivation base will be greatly reduced after he comes out of Baoling Spring, and what's more... what will happen if the most powerful sword repairer in the world can't hold a sword?If the Immortal Venerable known as the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords can no longer hold the sword he is so proud of...

Mingyi didn't dare to think about the consequences, so he could only desperately pray that God would take pity on his brother and not let him suffer such torture, and at the same time began to look for medicines that could reduce the harm of Baolingquan to the human body.

When Tu Zhao heard this, the hand that was digging the floor tiles stopped.

He slowly raised his head and looked at his uncle, with no emotion discernible in his pupils as deep as black mercury: "Is there any solution?"

He doesn't know much about Baoling Spring. He has read many ancient books and documents in the past three years, but he can't find the origin of Baoling Spring. He has heard that Baoling Spring can cause great harm to the human body, but no one can answer the specific content. Find out why.

Mingyi hugged the broom like he was holding his own moon-cracking knife, frowning: "This is what I want to tell you too. I found a remnant prescription, which was handed down from ancient times. It may be useful. But I have never heard of the medicines mentioned above... There is a medicine called Zhehong, which was born in the autumn frost season at the turn of the millennium, and it will be effective if it is picked when the first frost falls. This medicine is not precious, but it takes up A clever word, I will find someone to forget it, the autumn frost season at the turn of the millennium happened more than 50 years ago, and the next time will be more than 900 years later."

Tu Zhao tightened his grip on the rag, looked at the water squeezed out of the rag, he was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "Are you going to reverse time?"

Mingyi already knew that this nephew was smart, so he was not surprised that he could find the key, and nodded readily: "It's easier to turn back 50 years than fast forward 900 years. As long as you pick up the medicine, you can run away, and don't get involved with time and space personnel. I will be able to come back safely. I will go for about half a month this time, and I don’t know if I can catch up with the senior brother, so I ask you to find a way to stay for a few more days. If I don’t come back in time, I will take care of the senior brother for a few days.”

Tu Zhao threw the rag back into the bucket, raised her narrow and beautiful eyes, and said quietly, "I'll go."

Ming Yi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: "What big talk, don't meddle in adults' affairs and children."

There was a smile in her tone, as if what she was going to do was something as easy as going down the mountain to buy something, but Tu Zhao could tell if it involved reversing time and space, if something went wrong...

"If something goes wrong, it's because I'm not strong enough, so what's the matter with you?" Ming Yi seemed to have read his mind, and said simply, "I should do this, and senior brother entrusted you to me. Tell you to go to thunder for me? You just stay in Baiyujing peacefully, and wait for me to bring Zhehong back."

Seeing that her attitude was resolute and did not leave any room for negotiation, Tu Zhao stopped talking, and started to inquire about the news about reversing time and space. Most of the things are done by the dangerous building. The cultivation base of the Wu clan is not very good, and they are unique in other Taoism. The witch master does not go out all the year round. Opening a dangerous building to open a formation - I heard that opening a formation will cost half a mountain of spiritual energy!"

When Ming Yi said the last sentence, there was a bit of envy in her tone. Even if she was an elder of the Taisu Sword Sect, she couldn't say against her conscience that she would be indifferent to seeing such gold and silver mountains!It takes half a mountain's spiritual veins to open a formation. I don't know how rich the dangerous building is.

Tu Zhao listened, kept these words in his heart, and asked casually, "What does Zhe Hong look like?"

Ming Yi stretched out her finger and drew a few lines in mid-air. Wherever the fingers with condensed light passed, there was a faint light of light flickering, outlining the appearance of a slender and ordinary plant. She stared at it. Looking at this thing, he sighed: "Zhehong grew up in a rich and noble place where the king's spirit is concentrated in the world, but also yearns for a quiet and poor elegant environment... Aren't these two conditions contradictory? I reckon I will have to look for it for a while, hoping to be able to find it." Find it before the first autumn frost arrives..."

Tu Zhao said from the side: "I will find it, uncle Shi don't have to worry."

Mingyi nodded, put the broom aside and stood on the table: "I'm here to tell you about this, I'm going to a dangerous building tomorrow, take care of yourself, and take care of yourself and take all the magic weapon I gave you for self-defense." Take it, if someone bullies you, write it down, don’t fight him head-on, wait until I come back and beat him up.”

She looked at Tu Zhao's eyes, as if he was the weak child who just went up the mountain a few years ago, and a real smile appeared on the corner of Tu Zhao's mouth, with a slight arc: "Yes, don't worry, uncle."

Ming Yi waved his hands indiscriminately: "Let's go."

She stepped into the sunshine, Tu Zhao stood behind her, raised her hand, and made a tactic, the formation left by Ming Xiao in the courtyard was activated, and the extremely cold spiritual power rushed up and suddenly wrapped around Ming Yi's body The body, the sealing of the Dan Palace and the cultivation base were done in one go, Ming Yi was at the time when his whole body was relaxed, and was knocked down by Tu Zhao without any defense.

Tu Zhao quickly stepped forward to catch Ming Yi who had lost his mind, put her on the soft couch in the room, covered her with the quilt carefully, and tucked the corners of the quilt.

Ming Xiao had high hopes for Tu Zhao, and he had used most of the formations in Taixu Palace. Fortunately, it was Ming Yi who was completely defenseless against him, which allowed him to get it so easily.

Tu Zhao stood up, activated all the defensive circles in Taixu Palace, and protected Ming Yi, who had fallen asleep and had no self-protection ability, before going out unhurriedly with a bucket.

When he went down the mountain, he didn't attract anyone's attention. When the disciples saw him, they all stood aside respectfully, or greeted him with a smile: "Did Senior Brother Tu go down the mountain to change defense?"

Tu Zhao's expression didn't change, he nodded towards them, and those disciples left with a satisfied smile.

Walking out of the gate of the Taisu Sword Sect, Tu Zhao pointed out the long sword, and the long sword dyed frosty by his spiritual power trembled slightly, making a pleasant buzzing, Tu Zhao's imperial sword rose into the sky, looking at the misty clouds Dongfang, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully: "The mortal world more than 50 years ago..."

He seems to have heard people say that in the mortal world more than 50 years ago, it seemed that the Wei Dynasty was ruled by the Shaw family.