"It's really stupid to know that you can't do it." Li Muyang laughed at himself, and then became very serious. He muttered, "Sword master, if you go forward, how can you be afraid to retreat?"
"Under the broken bridge, the emperor's body protects the road. If you can see the emperor's body, you may be able to save your life.
For the sake of Li Muyang's earnest desire for the truth, Yan Ximeng told her what she knew.
"The emperor's body?"
Li Muyang's face changed, and there was a look of surprise between his eyebrows.
Hearing that there was an emperor's body under the broken bridge, he was directly shocked by Li Muyang.
The virtual shadow of the ancient emperor once appeared at the Baimai feast. The young generation told this to their elders and drew the corresponding picture as much as possible, with detailed words.
Ordinary monks are not qualified to know about this matter, and the dissemination is not very strong. However, with Li Muyang's ability, he naturally heard of it.
According to the description of the younger generation, they only saw a vague back of the ancient emperor and an indescribable bridge.
Then, the picture disappeared.
With the ability of young monks, I can't see any deep meaning.
"Can you tell me more about it?"
Li Muyang asked modestly.
"The emperor's name is too Wei. After death, his body fell under the bridge. So far, his body is not extinct, and the emperor's tattoo is still there. If you are really ready to climb the Shenqiao again, if you lose your way and go all the way to the east, you can save your life.
Yan Ximeng pondered for a moment and said slowly.
This time, Yan Ximeng was able to come back alive because she was blessed by the body of the ancient emperor. If it hadn't been for the imperial guard, I'm afraid she would have died.
"Thank you for telling me."
Li Muyang bowed and hugged his fist, which was very grateful.
This kind of information is priceless.
Yan Ximeng is willing to tell that Li Muyang should of course remember this person. At critical times, it can save lives.
"May Taoist friends come back alive."
Seriously, Yan Ximeng doesn't think Li Muyang can succeed. Winning the battle with heaven and earth is equivalent to repairing the broken bridge and reaching the other side. For countless years, no one has been able to do this.
Living is the best result.
The two looked at each other, and Li Muyang turned around and left.
How many heroic bones have been buried in the long river of eternal time? Li Muyang is not afraid of death. He just wants to work hard to move forward when he is alive, go to the peak of the world, and take a look at the scenery on the other side.
Regardless of success or failure, leave no regrets.
The broken body broke the sword and dreamed again.
Wow--
A breeze blew away a few clouds.
Looking at the distance, Yan Ximeng muttered to herself, "The road is difficult to walk, and the hope is slim."
In this life, will anyone be able to replenish the divine bridge and touch the other side?
I have been thinking that Chen Qingyuan appeared in front of Yan Ximeng. At the same time, she thought of Chen Qingyuan's disrespectful behavior to herself, and her eyes sank slightly.
A few days later, Vice President Lin Wenshou came.
He waved his hand to unlock the ban outside the door and strode in.
"Disciples have met Vice President Lin."
Chen Qingyuan meditated cross-legged. After hearing the noise, he hurried out of the elegant room. When you see someone, salute as soon as possible.
"Well, it's free." Lin Wenchou put his hands on his back, looked at Chen Qingyuan carefully, and was slightly sorry: "The dean has an order. In the next five years, you will practice with me to heal your wounds, and also help you break the bottleneck and become a god."
"This... That's not necessary! You are always busy with your affairs, so you don't need to waste your time on your disciples.
Chen Qingyuan's heart tightened and gave birth to an extremely ominous feeling.
"This is the order from the dean."
Lin Wenchou said seriously.
"Disciple, I obey."
At this time, Chen Qingyuan has no right to refuse.
Therefore, Chen Qingyuan "willingly" followed Lin Wenchou to a place and began a special way of practice.
You messed with the dean. Do you still want to have a good life?
Lin Wenshou observed a moment of silence for Chen Qingyuan in his heart. He just obeyed the order given by the dean and had no choice.
In a hidden place in the Daoyi School Palace, there are thousands of mountains and a strong aura.
In time for Chen Qingyuan to make psychological preparations, Lin Wenchou threw it into the Snake Valley.
Every spirit snake in the valley is a precious thing. Eating spiritual crystals and being bitten by a snake is not only fine, but also can promote the aura cycle and speed up the speed of cultivation.
However, the core disciples of the Academy generally use a spirit snake, which is directly eaten by countless spirit snakes like Chen Qingyuan, which is very rare.
"Ah..."
Before long, Chen Qingyuan's miserable cry came from the valley.
As an auxiliary object for cultivation, the spirit snake does have great benefits, and it is also accompanied by many drawbacks.
That's pain!
Even if a small bite is taken, the degree of pain is unbearable for practitioners.
"You boy, how can you offend the dean!"
Lin Wenchou always paid attention to Chen Qingyuan's physical condition and whispered.
The last person who enjoyed this kind of treatment was Zhao Yichuan.
To put it one way, the effect of this practice is very obvious. Ten thousand snakes are addicted to the body, which is equivalent to instilling endless aura into the body, and directly integrating into every part of the body without self-refining.
A few months later, Chen Qingyuan was not human, and his clothes were soaked with blood countless times.
Lin Wenchou felt that it was almost done, and he grabbed Chen Qingyuan with one hand.
It took more than ten days for Chen Qingyuan's body to gradually recover.
"The injury is about to recover."
Chen Qingyuan checked his body, which was incredible.
"Would you like to do it again?"
Lin Wenchou gave a proposal with a smile.
"Don't, don't, don't, you always let me go!" Chen Qingyuan immediately refused and couldn't help shivering.
"It's okay. There are a lot of fun things."
Lin Wen said with a kind eye.
Hearing this, Chen Qingyuan really wanted to escape from this ghost place.
When Chen Qingyuan just turned around and was about to leave, he was slapped by Lin Wenchou, and his body could not move: "Qingyuan, if you have a master and uncle, I won't let you have an accident. This is to help you practice."
"You have mercy on your hands."
If I had known that it was the dean, I would have dared not be light to give Chen Qingyuan ten courage.
This area was arranged by the dean himself.
The main purpose is to teach the thorns in the palace. It can also teach, help with practice, and make the dean feel comfortable and kill many birds with one stone.
As for whether Chen Qingyuan is happy or not, it has nothing to do with the dean.
At the same time, the old owner of the ancient Song family visited the Daoyi School Palace in person.
The owner of the old family is Song Wenxian. He came here to apologize and inquire about the situation.
"Tea."
Yu Chenran entertained him in person and burned a pot of tea, which was full of tea fragrance.
"Why didn't you tell me such a serious thing?"
Song Wenxian was talking about the feast of hundreds of veins. Chen Qingyuan almost lost his life, but he didn't know until afterwards.
"Is it useful to tell you?" Yu Chenran asked, "Can you compare with Changgeng Sword Fairy, or can you wrench your wrist with the giants in Dizhou? Even I can't win, and it won't work if you go.
"..."
Lao Yu, it's heartbreaking for you to talk like this.
Song Wenxian opened his mouth and couldn't refute it.