brother of time travel

After rolling in the teapot for half an hour, the stone finally gave in.It jumped out from the mouth of the teapot and landed firmly in the palm of He Yunqing's hand. The white jade-like surface was stained with some tea juice, and was quickly shaken off by it.

"Let's put it this way." Baishi moved, and said a little arrogantly: "The ancient fairy gate is headed by Kunlun, and Kunlun is the center pole. The aura turned into a fairy, and I—”

Seeing He Yunqing's nonchalant expression, Shi Shi straightened up his non-existent chest, and his voice was deliberately louder: "And I am the spirit stone above Kunlun."

"Oh." He Yunqing paused, "So?"

The stone rubbed He Yunqing's palm, a little in disbelief: "Shouldn't you enshrine me well, Kunlun's spirit stone~"

He Yunqing pulled the string with the stones: "No need, just hang it up."

When Baishi saw that He Yunqing was coming, he hurriedly said: "Hey, are you rushing to recover from the emptiness of your Golden Core spiritual power? Can I help you?"

"If you encounter other spiritual beings, I'm afraid there's nothing you can do, but I'm different from them." Baishi paused, and said: "When you cultivated the foundation and golden core, I could only nourish your spiritual energy , but the real effect is extremely limited, but now that you have lost all your cultivation, you can instead exert the greatest effect of the Kunlun Stone, because the Kunlun Stone is the most return to the original, and only the purest method supplemented by the Kunlun Stone can exert its miraculous effect. Is the Qi-entraining foundation in your storage ring still there?"

A gleam suddenly shot out of He Yunqing's eyes: "You've been staring at me?"

"Although I was spiritually intelligent back then, your cultivation base was too low, so naturally you couldn't detect my existence. Except for that demon cultivator, it can be said that no one in this continent could detect me..."

He Yunqing keenly caught his words: "Magic cultivator?"

Baishi said: "That's right, it's the Demon Cultivator who was saved by your blood!"

The magic cultivator saved by his blood?He Yunqing's eyes gradually darkened, but she still listened to Baishi's story calmly.

Although Baishi has spiritual intelligence, how can he understand the twists and turns in the human stomach: "I have been wandering for countless years since ancient times, and that demon cultivator can also be ranked among the top ten monks I have seen, although it cannot be compared with Compared with Kunlun's grand occasion, it is not weak. Speaking of it, although you are a little stupid and weak in strength, but your blood power comes from the Kunlun lineage, which was a great supplement to the demon god at that time. If Kunlun To start a war with the demons, ten or eight of your lineage must be captured. Of course, the descendants of Kunlun outside your body, your bloodline talent is unquestionable, but it's a pity that you have practiced those inferior spells since you were a child, and you have used your good talent every day. It’s a mess. Fortunately, now that you have lost all your cultivation, you finally have a chance to restore your ancient glory!”

The corners of He Yunqing's mouth twitched. According to what the stone said, it would be a good thing for him to lose all his cultivation?

"Oh, by the way, your basic qi-entraining art is exactly the basic qi-entraining art used by Kunlun disciples at that time. It is several times stronger than the ordinary qi-entraining art, but somehow it fell into such a weak sect... ..." Shitou's voice was slightly lower: "Although you are a descendant of Kunlun, you don't know anything about Kunlun. Let me ask you, are you willing to join Kunlun's sect and follow me to practice Kunlun's art?"

He Yunqing thought for a while, then shook his head: "I already have a master."

"But your master is only a golden elixir, and it won't do you any good in your cultivation..."

"I have a master and a disciple, and I have no intention of changing the lintel."

Shi Shi sighed and said, "If you don't want to, just don't want to."

He Yunqing didn't know if he heard it wrong, but he could hear the feeling of melancholy from the sigh of a stone.

"But your blood has merged with me, and now there is no Kunlun..." Shitou said, "Forget it, you start from the basic decisive practice of entraining qi, and I will assist you when you practice."

After the white stone said those passionate words to He Yunqing, it was deeply shocked. It just curled up on He Yunqing's neck all night and remained motionless, making an expression of looking up at the sky at 45 degrees.

Very melancholy.

But He Yunqing didn't care about his melancholy at all.

What the stone narrated had surpassed the limit of what he could comprehend.Whether it was Kunlun, Back to Basics, or the magic cultivator he had saved, none of them existed in his memory.But a voice in He Yunqing's subconscious told him that everything Kunlun Shi said was true.Xuan Yunzi's astonished expression when he woke up suddenly appeared in his mind... Perhaps, the demon cultivator who killed the Xuanji Sect has something to do with him!

Moreover, the relationship is very close.

Are they from the Kunlun tribe?

If he is, then the Xiao family must be too.

He poked the stone: "Why did you originally have a black shape, and you were engraved with your name by the Xiao family?"

The stone walked around his neck impatiently: "Kunlun has been passed down for countless years. The Xiao family only knew that his blood was special, but they didn't know that he was a descendant of Kunlun. Although I was taken out of Kunlun, I was only treated as an ordinary stone by them. , the ancestors passed it down and did not dare to discard it, so it was hung around your neck."

He Yunqing got his explanation, and her eyes deepened.

He always felt that there were countless secrets hidden around him.These secrets covered him like a fog, and he wanted to get rid of them, but he couldn't do anything.

After thinking for a moment, He Yunqing was relieved again.

Although he also wanted to restore his cultivation as soon as possible, but on second thought, how many monks can survive by destructing their golden core?It is not easy for him to live, so why force too much?Step by step, step by step.

On the other end, Heishi also seemed to have lost his senses and remained motionless.

Taking advantage of the night, He Yunqing closed his eyes and fell asleep.

From the second day onwards, He Yunqing resumed his habit since joining Xuanji Sect.In the early morning, he went to the back mountain to practice swords in the sunshine, and stepped on the familiar stone steps. He always felt a lot more peaceful in his heart.The monks he met along the way are no longer the same group as when he first came in. Since Yan Kuxin became the master, among the disciples of the same generation, those with high talents formed golden cores and became elders, while those with low talents continued to practice or became stewards. , He Yunqing has rarely seen familiar faces.

Different from when he first came, there are more or less four or five disciples in the back mountain at this moment, each occupying a corner to practice independently without interfering with each other.

But He Yunqing did not expect that he would encounter interception in the back mountain.

"Boy in the early stage of Qi refining, do you have any winks?" A disciple also in green robe stopped He Yunqing.Although he felt that the young man in front of him had an unusual maturity, and his white hair was truly frightening, he still boldly stopped He Yunqing.

He Yunqing glanced at him indifferently: "Why stop me?"

"This back mountain is where the four senior brothers and sisters practice regularly." The disciple had high cheekbones, and he naturally spoke with a hint of arrogance. The seniors practice together, the seniors are magnanimous and don't care about you, but we don't see it that way!"

He Yunqing hadn't experienced the feeling of an ordinary disciple for a long time. Hearing this, he just smiled: "Then I'm here to say sorry, and I'll change to another place tomorrow morning."

After that, he held the sword, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait, who told you to leave?" The disciple stared at He Yunqing's obviously higher-ranking Feijian with a hint of greed on his face, "You don't understand the rules so much, shouldn't you bring something out to apologize? "

He stopped He Yunqing just on the spur of the moment, if He Yunqing hadn't appeared, all the eyes of the female companion beside him would have focused on him, and he would not have opened his mouth to trouble him.Who knows that this person is good-looking, but his temperament is even softer than girls, he is addicted to prestige, so he wants to repay He Yunqing for the bullying he has received in the door.

It was not what he expected.

He Yunqing actually smiled slightly when he heard the words, and there was no trace of resentment in his eyes: "I don't know what this senior brother is looking for?"

There were disciples around who were attracted by the conflict between the two. Hearing his words, the sarcasm in his eyes would turn into substance.What they want to see is a fierce conflict between the two, not that one side completely overwhelms the other, which is boring.There are still some particularly good people who stay where they are, looking at the two with a smile.

The green-robed disciple seemed to be inspired, his greedy eyes were almost glued to He Yunqing's flying sword, he licked his lips, rubbed his hands and said: "This flying sword is pretty good, brother, how about giving it to brother?"

But he didn't think about it, He Yunqing just shook his head: "The gift from the elders, I dare not give it away lightly."

"What if I want to?"

"That can only be a battle."

The audience finally got a little excited.There were also a few who exchanged glances and retreated from the crowd while others were not paying attention.They could see that although the white-haired monk was in the early stage of Qi refining, he didn't show any fear during the conversation.Moreover, the flying sword in his hand is not ordinary at first glance. As far as they know, none of the senior brothers in the foundation establishment period in the door have such a high-grade flying sword.

This white-haired monk must be very human.

Sure enough, just before the two of them were about to fight, a slightly deep voice sounded from everyone's ears: "Senior Brother, how about letting Senior Brother take a break for a while?"

"Okay——" the green-robed disciple's voice was still triumphant at first, but after seeing the appearance of the person clearly, all the pride and arrogance turned into endless fear, "Master... Master..."

Yan Kuxin smiled slightly: "Do you want to fight with me?"

The green-robed disciple dropped the sword in his hand with a "slap", and shook his hands and feet desperately: "How dare you, disciple?"

Yan Ku thought to himself: "My senior brother's sword was given to him by Uncle Xuan Yin himself. It was given by his elders and cannot be given away at will. Well, after you finish your martial arts training today, go to Xuedian to get a sword. Although it is not as good as the one held by senior brother, it can still face the enemy, what do you think?"

"I don't dare." The green-robed disciple knelt down with a "plop" and kowtowed several times in He Yunqing's direction: "Master, this disciple is disrespectful, please forgive me."

He Yunqing just wanted to say something.Yan Kuxin over there beckoned from a distance.

After a while, a thin boy appeared in the sight of the two.

He showed a smile to He Yunqing: "Master, the master uncle."

Yan Kuxin smiled slightly: "Yun Yi, remember to come here every day in the future and take your master to practice, are you willing?"

"En." Yun Yi nodded heavily.