The path of cultivation, go against the heavens, walk on nine realms, overcome ten catastrophes, encounter hundreds of difficulties, ask about the path of immortality, fortune depends on oneself, life and death depends on heaven...

Fang Kui's words made Tang Qing quite touched. In this era, everyone is practicing, everyone yearns for, and everyone is asking about the path of immortality. But looking back, how many people can truly achieve the path of immortality and embark on the nine heavens? This road is very long and long, and it is unimaginable. This road is also very dangerous. The dangerous ones may die at any time. If you can be relieved, it is really a bright choice.

Tang Qing was very happy that Fang Kui was relieved, able to think and admire him. The greatness of the world is that few people can give up their practice, because this is a path of no return. If you set foot on, you have to keep going, otherwise the disaster will come sooner or later, just like Mr. Rong's birthday, if you practice, or if you don't practice, the disaster will lie there. If you never leave, you will come sooner or later. If you practice, you may not be able to overcome it. However, if you do not practice, you will definitely not be able to overcome it. Unless you can truly relieve your life and death, giving up your practice is equivalent to giving up your life and death.

Sometimes Tang Qing also feels that he is very tired on this road. He just wants to give up. He is not afraid of life and death. But what should he do after giving up? Should he just lie there, waiting for disaster to come? What he wants? He doesn't know, but it is definitely not the case, but what exactly he wants? He really doesn't know, shook his head, really doesn't want to consider this painful issue.

In the middle of the night, everything is silent, the moonlight is unclear, the stars are not shining, and the sky is not beautiful, but just talking to old friends is really good, at least Tang Qing likes and yearns for this feeling.

He is not a person who is good at talking, nor is he a person who likes to say what he is in his heart. However, he said a lot today, more than ever before. Perhaps he was happy to meet his old friend, or perhaps Fang Kui's words touched his heart. This chat lasted for more than ten hours, and it was not until midnight that he went back to sleep.

There is something to think about the day and there is something to dream about the night.

During this awakening, Tang Qing had a dream, dreaming of his master Lu Tianya. He dreamed of his junior sister Gu Ranyan, dreaming of his gentle and lovely confidante Jie Tianyi, dreaming of his strange soul confidante Yan Wunian, dreaming of many relatives, beauties, confidantes and friends.

In the dream, it seems like time passes, recalling the important person he met in this life.

The dream disappeared, Tang Qing woke up, but was woken up by the knock on the door. He opened his eyes and looked at the gray ceiling of the quiet room, as if he was recalling the scene in his dream.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

"Brother Tang."

It was Fang Kui's voice. Tang Qing sat up and responded. He shook his head hard, shaking his dream fragments remaining in his mind so that the clouds disappeared. After opening the door, he looked at the sky. It seemed that the sun had just risen and yawned. He stretched his waist and said lazily, "Old Fang, is there anything wrong with getting up so early?"

Get up so early?

Fang Kui hasn't heard the words "Get up so early" for a long time, because he hasn't slept since he entered the Yuan realm, and so are the others. Seeing this guy yawning and stretching, can't he sleep inside? Fang Kui was speechless and smiled, "Brother Tang, today is Mr. Rong's 800th birthday. It's getting late, so we have to arrive at Qifeng Mountain early."

"Qifeng Mountain? Old Master Rong?" Tang Qing slapped his forehead and then remembered it, "I almost forgot that there was still this thing." When he came to the yard and looked at the rising sun, he yawned again, "It seems that Old Master Rong has a lot of hope for this 99th birthday!"

"Oh? How about this?" After talking last night, Fang Kui didn't know who Tang Qing was, but from what he said, he guessed that this casual cultivator was in his state of mind, mentality and insights, both of his feelings showed that he was definitely not an ordinary practitioner.

"Even the sun is coming out to support him. If Mr. Ruorong can't survive the ninety-nine-nine-life disaster, that's really sorry for this sunny day."

"Ah?" Fang Kui was stunned, and then laughed.

"Huh? Where is Shao Bang and the others? The poisonous breath on their bodies has been dissolved, right?"

"By the care of Brother Tang, the poisonous breath of my disciples had been dissolved in the middle of the night yesterday. In the morning, they went out to buy gifts for Mr. Rong." As they were talking, Shao Bang and others walked into the yard with laughter and laughter. When they saw Tang Qing, Shao Bang was also happy and full of gratitude. But as soon as he spoke, Brother Tang was interrupted by Fang Kui.

"Bang'er, what are you calling me blindly? How can you be so rude? Brother Tang talks about friendship with me, you should call me senior."

"Ah!" Shao Bang didn't expect that he had been in seclusion for two days, and even his seniority was reduced after he came out. However, he valued the master's skills the most. Whatever the master said was, not to mention that Tang Qing helped him twice and called him senior. At that moment, Shao Bang and others called him senior to Tang Qing.

Tang Qing never cared about these worldly red tape, he could do anything, he was too lazy to care about these things.

After packing up the things, the few people left for Qifeng Mountain. Originally, Shao Bang had a lot to say to Tang Qing, but now that Tang Qing has become her senior, some things cannot be said so casually. Shen Qian next to her has been silently lowering her head since she saw Tang Qing. Since she experienced the incident of Duyun Mountain, she was a little afraid to face Tang Qing. She felt that she was so offended Tang Qing before, and she was too ignorant of the importance of it. If he was angry at that time, she would have been... alive long ago.

The Jingyang realm is a barren land, with monsters rampant and ghosts chaotic. There are not many places for practice. Qifeng Mountain is definitely the pillar representing justice in the realm. In addition, Mr. Rong is famous and his disciples have made great reputations in the realm of Jingyang realm. Therefore, Mr. Rong's 800th birthday party this time was a guest from all directions. Famous figures from the Jingyang realm have arrived one after another, and even famous practice places such as Baihe Mountain and Qianyun Cave came to congratulate him.

Along the way, Tang Qing walked in the wind and walked in the void. The weather was good today, and he was in a very good mood. He looked around and found that wave after wave of people were driving birds or walking with swords, as if they were heading to Qifeng Mountain. He couldn't help but sigh, "This old man Rong has a great face, so many people are going to congratulate him."

"Old Master Rong is a famous old musician in the world. Before retirement, he wandered around and made friends from all directions. After opening up the mountains and recruiting disciples on Qifeng Mountain, he shocked many ghosts and made the people in Jingyang more stable." Fang Kui explained, twisting his chin beard, "Brother Tang, if you have the chance, you should listen to the dragon-shocking song of Mr. Rong. I still clearly remember that when Mr. Rong was invited to play at Shangqing Sect, I was also present. The dragon-shocking song he played was really majestic. The vast sound of the sound would definitely make the demons retreat."

"He has also been to Shangqing Sect to perform?" Tang Qing recalled carefully. He had never heard of such a person in his impression, "When did that happen?"

"It was two hundred and thirty years ago."

"So that's it, no wonder." Tang Qing nodded, and then he realized that he had practiced in Shangqing Sect for twenty-five years, and later entered the practice of Sanxian for more than 150 years. To this day, he has only lived for a total of 180 years. More than two hundred years ago, he was not born yet.

After about half an hour, Tang Qing had already seen a winding mountain range like a tiger entrenched there. The mountain range was shrouded in a light gray light. The eagle spread its wings and soared, and the butterflies were dancing gracefully, looking quite beautiful and colorful. As the distance got closer, a pleasant piano sound came from his ears. The piano sound was melodious and gorgeous, attracting birds to sing happily.

"The guys who play with fun are very elegant."

Tang Qing also knew two famous artists of Leyi. No matter whether they had anything to do or not, they liked to dance a piano, play a song, hike a bee, or a butterfly. This is the case in their spare time, and when practicing, they even kept forgetting the word "Gaoya" during fighting. Tang Qing also asked the reason. The two friends of Leyi said that they didn't want to do this, but once Leyi invaded it, their souls would throbbing and they could not extricate themselves. If Leyi could not even shake himself, how could he shake others? Therefore, Gaoya was also involuntarily and could not do it.

Tang Qing didn't know if what his two friends said was true. He didn't understand music, but he was extremely proficient in sound. His voice included everything, including the sound of piano. He could also use the guqin to display the power of various sounds, and he didn't have to extricate himself. Therefore, he thought that his two friends were nonsense. However, one thing Tang Qing had to admit that playing music was definitely a sharp artifact to hook up with girls. One of his two friends, one of whom was so terrible, was so terrible that the girls around him could not count them. They were fascinated and could not even beat them.

"If you dream of life, what's wrong with being elegant, let alone music and art are an elegant practice, hahaha!" Fang Kui laughed when he heard Tang Qing's words.

"Who said no?"

Tang Qing sometimes despises himself. To be honest, he really cannot agree that music is an elegant practice, but he likes listening to music, especially those songs that can make people feel quiet. It sounds like a pleasure, especially drinking wine, eating side dishes, and listening to music. This is definitely a big dream in his life.

I don’t know if it’s because time has passed and I’m getting older. Now Tang Qing always likes nostalgia. When it comes to Leyi, he thinks of his two Leyi friends, and his beard, who once made the song “Laughing the Sky” that led to the rainbow of Jiutian.

I wonder if they are still safe after so many years? (To be continued...)
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