Nine thousand nine hundred steps. It seems out of reach for ordinary people, but for monks, it is just a relatively long road.
The higher they went, the more excited Yan Qing became, although he didn't know what he was so excited about.
Climbing the ladder to immortality step by step, it seemed as if I had walked with Xie Shiyi in his youth across a long time and space. Is this what you call it? Is it an honor
Bu Zhi woke up. He crawled out from his sleeves, looked down and found himself thousands of feet in the sky. He was so scared that his soul flew out of his body. He immediately put his head back in, pretending that he knew nothing.
Yawn and go back to sleep.
The gate of Wangqing Sect is full of plum blossoms. The terrain here is high and the temperature is cold, so plum blossoms are blooming all over the mountains at this time of year. Next to the cloud ladder are dozens of towering outer peaks, and plum blossoms are blooming on every cliff. Red, as bright as clouds.
The petals were blown across the earth by the breeze, falling gently on the cloud steps, forming a red road.
Yan Qing looked at the ground and asked, "Why do you Wangqing Sect plant so many plum blossoms?"
Wherever Xie Shiyi passed by, the plum blossom petals automatically spread out, and he said coldly: "You have so many questions."
Yan Qing had already broken free from my hand and walked away alone. Hearing this, he was not angry. He looked around like a country bumpkin entering the city, full of curiosity about everything here: "Do plum blossoms bloom all year round? Were there plum blossoms on the ground when you came? Were they also so red all the way?"
Xie Shiyi was silent for a while, then said casually, "I forgot."
Yan Qing immediately mocked: "Wow, then you have a very bad memory, you can forget everything."
Xie Shiyi said: "Look at the road."
Yan Qing rolled her eyes, but she had to be careful as she went higher and higher. The higher she went, the more petals piled up, and she could clearly feel the sinking feeling when she stepped on the petals, which were soft and light, just like a blanket.
Xie Shiyi said: "We are almost there."
Yan Qing: "Are we there yet? Where is the door?"
Yan Qing looked up, but didn't see the door, instead he met the surprised and strange gazes of the crowd. Not far from the gate of Wangqing Sect was a martial arts training ground, where many disciples would come to practice and exchange skills.
Now their arrival has directly broken this tranquility.
There are a lot of people.
They were dressed in white, with jade crowns and blue gauze, all holding swords, spreading out on the cloud ladders, looking at us with their mouths open.
Yan Qing: "…Why are there so many people?"
Xie Shiyi had divine sense and had sensed it long ago, but he was used to being watched and didn't think it was a big deal. He walked up the stairs one step at a time, his robe white as snow.
Xie Shiyi has been locked up for a hundred years and is now walking with his eyes blindfolded. It is normal that these menial disciples from the outer peaks do not recognize him.
They looked at the long 9,900-meter-long cloud ladder, and two people slowly approached. The man in green on the front had black hair like a waterfall, eyebrows and eyes like a painting, and a charming smile. There was a circle of red thread tied around his wrist, like a gossamer, hanging outside. The man one step behind had a tall figure, white silk covering his eyes, cold and murderous, difficult to approach, and there seemed to be a silver light flowing between his steps.
Everyone was talking in low voices, with confusion in their words but amazement in their eyes.
"Who are these two people? Why have I never seen them before?"
"The first one doesn't seem to have a high level of cultivation, only at the Qi Refining Stage. As for the one behind him... I can't tell who the one behind him is."
"Could it be the senior brother from the inner peak?"
When we reached the top, the plum blossoms had become as thick as a blanket, covering up the original roughness of the steps.
Xie Shiyi stopped.
Yan Qing took a look and saw that the plum blossoms were piled up in some places, low in some places, and high in others. Without a clear eye, it was difficult to walk on the road, let alone Xie Shiyi. Even if Xie Shiyi was familiar with this road, he probably couldn't do anything about the chaotic and undulating plum blossoms.
Yan Qing was brave enough to take responsibility for the mistakes he had made: "Xie Shiyi, the last section of the road is not easy to walk, I will take you there."
Xie Shiyi didn't say anything.
Yan Qing choked and urged him: "Why are you hesitating? Hold my hand. Is it embarrassing to be held by me? Why are you acting like your wife is getting into the sedan chair?"
Xie Shiyi smiled gently and said slowly: "The last part of the journey may be more difficult for you."
Yan Qing: “Ah?”
Xie Shiyi said calmly: "There is a formation on the steps."
Yan Qing: “Hmm?”
Looking down, I saw a breeze blowing past, brushing aside the thick layers of plum blossoms at the edge. What was revealed was not a solid step, but empty air that could be stepped on with one foot.
Yan Qing: “…”
Yan Qing laughed angrily and gritted his teeth and said, "I only know that you Wangqing Sect don't know how to treat guests, but I didn't expect that you want the guests to die."
Xie Shiyi said: "The Wangqing Sect never welcomes guests."
Yan Qing: “Oh!”
Xie Shiyi said: "Hand me over."
Yan Qing was reluctant.
There were so many people watching on the way up there, and it was being led up there by a blind man. How embarrassing would that be
Xie Shiyi frowned and asked calmly, "Are you hesitating? Are you going to get into the sedan chair with your wife?"
Yan Qing: “…”
This was absolutely intentional. This was absolutely intentional.
Yan Qing raised his hand expressionlessly: "Immortal Lord, I hope you won't take me to jump down and die."
Xie Shiyi said in a tone as soft as snow: "No, my teachers are all watching."
Yan Qing: “…”
Yan Qing almost fell down, staring in disbelief, and asked word by word: "What? Your teacher?"
— Anyone who can be honored as a teacher by Xie Shiyi must be at the Godly Stage, right? !
So a bunch of guys in the Godly Stage just came up and watched? !
Yan Qing was not embarrassed, but worried and nervous.
He was afraid that his identity would be exposed and he would face the pursuit of the Jiuye Sect directly.
Although no soul threads are used, no one will notice anything unusual - but one person in the lower divine stage might be able to deceive him, but what about a group of people in the lower divine stage
Yan Qing suddenly felt that the winds blowing from all directions were full of dangers, making his hair and skin tremble.
Perhaps sensing Yan Qing's worry and fear, Xie Shiyi said calmly: "Don't be afraid."
Xie Shiyi stretched out his hand to her, his wrist bones showing through his piled snow-white sleeves, his fingers long, white, and delicate like bamboo.
"Hold me."
Yan Qing was in a state of confusion, and when he reached out his hand, he was still depressed and uneasy—
I don't know how long these people have lived. Are they really not afraid of those with Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils? Although the soul thread tied around the wrist locks up some of the aura, but the soul thread is originally a monster? Will they really not be discovered
However, all those racing thoughts disappeared when Xie Shiyi took the first step.
Stepping on the heavy plum blossoms is like stepping on the sedimented years.
The sound of the crane's clear bell came from afar.
Break through the clouds and also break through the time.
Yan Qing raised his eyes, looked in the direction, and was stunned for a moment.
The light spreads across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, leaving a brilliant afterglow.
The plum blossoms are as red as blood, forming a long bright red carpet.
At that moment, I felt as if we were walking on the same red carpet, facing the expectant eyes of countless people, and walking together for the rest of our lives. My feelings of anxiety, nervousness, fear, and worry were strangely consistent.
Like... possessed.
Thousands of feet high in the sky, nine thousand nine hundred steps, colorful plum blossoms soaring up to the sky.
When Le Zhan and Xi Chaoyun arrived, they thought that meeting Du Wei would be the same as usual. One person holding a sword and climbing the stairs. But they didn't expect that this time there would be two people. Du Wei led the person up step by step.
Xi Chaoyun was slightly stunned: "Who is this?"
Le Zhan coughed awkwardly. He had already explained everything about Yan Qing in the letter. He said, "Chao Yun, you don't know that something very serious happened before you left."
Xi Chaoyun frowned: "Hmm?"
Le Zhan was quite embarrassed to talk about this, and only said vaguely: "Zi Xiao died in the catastrophe, and he left the token left by Daozu for a little kid who saved me. The little kid had feelings for Du Wei and said that he hoped to become a Taoist couple with me."
After Xi Chaoyun heard this, his expression froze slightly, his eyes full of surprise. They were all Divine Stage cultivators who had lived for who knows how long, and looking at the world, there were not many things that could shock them. This was one of them.
However, as the leader and the supreme elder of the first sect in the world, neither of them had narrow minds. Although they found it unbelievable, they were not angry or prejudiced.
Xi Chaoyun frowned and asked, "What does Du Wei think about this matter?"
Le Zhan smiled bitterly: "I don't know."
Xi Chaoyun looked down and asked softly, "Is that the little kid?" She was looking at Yan Qing.
Le Zhan said: "I think so."
Xi Chaoyun frowned and said softly: "This young friend...his aptitude is very poor and his cultivation is low. At this critical moment, it may be dangerous for him to stay with Du Wei." The words "poor" and "low" were really an understatement. In Xi Chaoyun's eyes, Yan Qing's current aptitude was extremely bad.
Le Zhan thought about what happened in recent years and slowly became serious: "I will have a good talk with Du Wei about this matter."
Yan Qing walked to the end of the stairs and immediately pulled his hand away.
At this moment, two people walked down from the cloud. Many disciples of Wangqing Sect who were watching were shocked and knelt down and dispersed.
"Greetings, Master."
"Greetings to the Grand Elder."
metropolitan.
The supreme elder.
Yan Qing saw a man and a woman landing on the cloud platform.
The men wore wide sleeves and a broad hat, and looked elegant; the women wore white skirts and rings, and had gentle faces.
Xie Shiyi said calmly: "Master, Uncle Master."
Xi Chaoyun's eyes were filled with uncontrollable joy, and he smiled and said, "Du Wei, long time no see."
Le Zhan also sighed: "You have been gone for a hundred years, it has been quite some time."
Xie Shiyi smiled faintly and did not answer.
Xi Chaoyun's gaze fell on Yan Qing at this time.
Yan Qing immediately tensed up and quietly hid his hands in his sleeves.
Xi Chaoyun's gaze did not make people feel offended or scrutinized. She was very gentle, her eyes were like water, and she even had a faint smile. Perhaps this gentleness and smile were specially designed to take care of Yan Qing so that he didn't have to be nervous.
Xi Chaoyun looked at Yan Qing, but asked Xie Shiyi softly, "Du Wei, who is this young friend to you?"
Yan Qing paused for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Old friend" before thanking him for his clothes. It was only when he arrived at Wangqing Sect that he realized that he was not as indifferent as he had imagined. Especially after walking along the long jade steps that had just been dyed red by plum blossoms, he subconsciously wanted to get out of his trance first.
Xie Shiyi pursed her lips and said nothing.
Xi Chaoyun was stunned: "Old friend?" She looked at Xie Shiyi.
Xie Shiyi: "Yes, old friend."