When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

Li Changxiao was still sleeping soundly.

He was not pretending to sleep but really sleeping, but he still knew what happened.

Zhao Qing wanted to leave, and he couldn't stop her.

But he knew very well that Zhao Qing was determined to die.

Because she left in a hurry without even asking for her life's heart meridian back.

Li Changxiao felt that this was inappropriate.

Let's not talk about their friendship for now.

The five hundred taels of silver alone were enough to settle.

If he didn't make enough effort for the five hundred taels, he would feel guilty when he thought about it later.

He was not afraid of anything.

He was afraid of guilt.

Because his life was very long.

Once there was something that made him feel guilty, he could feel guilty for a long, long time.

Li Changxiao rubbed his eyes that were still sleepy.

He sat up.

Looking at the direction where Zhao Qing left, he muttered in his heart that Zhao Qing really didn't want to get involved, and actually ran away with his magical powers.

He didn't understand what kind of dead end she was in.

Li Changxiao raised his hand and looked at the red mole on his palm. This was Zhao Qing's natal heart meridian.

"Maybe..."

His eyes flashed blue.

The natal heart meridian flew out from the palm of his hand, turned into a red firefly, and slowly floated to the north.

He followed the red firefly and walked to the north.

He knew that he might not be able to help.

But he had to go and see.

Even if he ended up collecting corpses, he would have contributed.

...

"Are you so sure that she will come?"

Lingtianzhou, Beimo.

The dark-faced middle-aged man asked curiously.

"Of course." The white-haired fortune teller nodded, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he was confident.

He said, "There is no river in the desert. We have specially built the River Mother Temple here. She will definitely be able to sense it and realize that it is our work. This is the invitation letter I, the Divine Calculator, sent to her."

The dark-faced man wondered, "No, this is not alerting the enemy. If it were me, I would definitely not come."

The Divine Calculator smiled faintly, "If that's all, of course I might not come."

"But I also asked people to go to the ancient tombs of the shogunate and dig out the body of the mentor who led her into Taoism."

"It is now placed in the River Mother Temple."

The Divine Calculator held a chess piece, his eyes as deep as the abyss.

"A thousand years ago, Mu Qin had a fight with someone because of their different views on the Dao. Do you remember that person?"

The dark-faced man nodded, "Are you talking about Shen Tu Shi? The leader of Bai Lian Sect."

"That's right." Shen Suanzi smiled and said, "The winner was not decided at that time, so the two of them made an appointment to discuss the Dao."

"I also invited the leader Shen Tu Shi, who is now sitting in the Hemu Temple."

The dark-faced middle-aged man vaguely understood, but still wanted to hear Shen Suanzi's explanation.

The Shen Suanzi tapped the coffee table with his fingers, and the dark-faced middle-aged man picked up the teapot and filled it with tea.

After taking a sip, the fortune teller continued, "If she doesn't come, she will fundamentally deny her own Tao."

"In order to survive, she ignored her Taoist master Yu, violated the agreement to discuss Tao, and admitted that her Tao was inferior to others..."

The dark-faced man thought it made sense, but still asked, "But in order to survive, she can still not come."

"Of course." The fortune teller smiled indifferently, "Do you still remember the old monk?"

"When the old monk's spiritual energy was not exhausted, he practiced the art of incense. There are temples all over Lingtianzhou. Even if she changes her face, as long as the old monk spends some money, he can still find her."

"Even... her apprentice."

"She knows this, she can't hide. Since she planned to study the incense and build the Hemu Temple, the result has been doomed."

"Besides, she is Mu Qin, so she will definitely come."

"We, just wait patiently."

In the wind and sand.

This is when the net is about to be closed.

The divine fortune teller who planned everything behind the scenes was not indifferent.

Most of the people he gathered had grudges against Mu Qin.

There are many grudges in the cultivation world.

The grudges for stealing treasures, the grudges for stealing opportunities, the grudges for the orthodoxy...

After the spiritual energy was exhausted, there were many people seeking revenge, and of course, there were also many people who hid and survived.

The reason why the divine fortune teller was able to gather these people was, on the one hand, because he was very famous when the spiritual energy was not exhausted, but not for his combat power, but for his extraordinary coordination and knowledge reserves that knew everything.

On the other hand, he formulated a very strict plan for this revenge.

Let everyone get rid of the terrifying enemy that they had never dared to provoke at the lowest cost.

This is the main reason.

At this moment, just wait quietly for the net to be closed.

That was when.

A tiger roared in the wind and sand.

On the tiger's back, a scholar and an old man appeared in the sight of the two.

On the other side.

The bald old monk also walked towards this place step by step...

And in the distance.

Two carriages were moving side by side.

Li Tianyu lifted the curtain, "Sister, the scenery of the Northern Desert is better than I imagined."

Li Tianxia also lifted the curtain, but did not say anything. Instead, she asked curiously: "Brother, don't you show off the eight thousand cavalry every day and take them everywhere? Why this time..."

Li Tianyu laughed, "You have to give them a break, right?"

A good show will be staged in the Northern Desert.

And the scheduled protagonist Mu Qin is also rushing to the center stage of this good show.

...

September 9th.

Northern Desert.

Loess Village.

This not-so-big village is not economically developed due to the bad climate and sandstorms.

It is just such a village.

It actually spent manpower and material resources to build a Hemu Temple.

A golden statue is enshrined in the temple.

At this moment.

A woman who looks exactly like the golden statue, holding a whisk, stepped into Huangtu Village.

Huangtu Village has only one street, and there are rows of Huangtu houses on both sides of the street.

At the end of the street, a white-haired man sat beside the chessboard, holding the chess piece in his right hand and pressing it into the chessboard.

"The show has begun."

In the distance, Li Tianyu, who was watching the show, said excitedly.

His eyes were fixed on the woman's face, and he suddenly felt familiar.

Li Tianxia looked at him curiously, "Brother, how did you know about this place?"

Li Tianyu smiled and said frankly, "Sister, we are here, so let's not pretend."

"You should also cooperate with the fortune teller and others to trade, right?"

Li Tianxia said nothing.

Li Tianyu said, "Sister, it's pointless to keep pretending."

"Why don't we exchange information? You tell me what you got from trading with them, and I tell you what I got from trading with them?"

Li Tianyu was actually a little afraid of this sister.

Xingmin Commercial Bank's ability to make money is not comparable to his Lianmin Pawnshop.

He made this invitation, in addition to wanting to watch the show, he also wanted to be honest with Li Tianxia and find out the truth.

"I did cooperate with them." Li Tianxia smiled slightly, "But... As for what I got and the specific content of the cooperation, I won't tell you."

Li Tianxia shifted her sight and said, "Let's watch the real show."

At the same time.

Zhao Qing stopped.

The wooden door of the house on the right side of the front suddenly opened, and a strong middle-aged man slowly walked out.

This person was the former leader of Bailian Sect, the top strongman in the body forging world, Shentu Shi.