Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan was dumbfounded and lay on the ground without daring to move.

With one stab of the knife, the man immediately breathed his last and fell to the ground naked, his eyes wide open as he died.

The woman sitting on his waist, holding a bloody dagger in her hand, did not get up, staring blankly ahead and not knowing what she was thinking.

After a long time, she stood up in despair. Her exquisite body was covered with the man's blood. She didn't care, picked up the green clothes on the ground and started to put them on.

Her movements were very slow, her whole body was shaking, and her eyes remained on the dead man.

Suddenly, a wail seemed to be forced out of her throat, and the woman hugged her clothes and burst into tears. The cry was so heartbreaking that it resounded throughout the valley. Just listening to the cries, one would never have imagined how decisive and determined she was when killing people just a moment ago.

Liu Qinghuan sighed secretly. Gratitude, resentment, life and death are unpredictable. It seems that immortal cultivators are no different from ordinary people. As long as they are human beings, most of them are trapped in desires and cannot extricate themselves.

The woman at the foot of the mountain gradually stopped crying. She wiped the blood off her body with the clothes in her hand, took out another blue dress from the storage bag and put it on. Then with a snap of his fingers, a fireball landed on the man's body, and a raging fire burned beside the stream.

The woman's face had returned to calm. She only glanced at the fire and left quickly without stopping, stepping on the flying sword.

In fact, as long as she scans with her spiritual consciousness, she can find Liu Qinghuan not far away. But from beginning to end, she was immersed in her own emotions, completely unaware that it all fell into the eyes of another person.

Liu Qinghuan walked out from behind the tree and came to the stream after the woman left for a long time.

There is nothing left here except the burn marks.

For the first time, he felt confused.

At a young age, he did not understand the relationship between men and women, and had no experience of the joy (harmony) and love (harmony) between men and women, but he had seen countless deaths.

In his short thirteen years of life, Liu Qinghuan had only one belief most of the time, and that was to survive! We have tried our best for this.

In the beggar's den, people often die silently in the corner. Needless to say, they freeze to death or starve to death. Because they have no money to buy medicine, a simple typhoid fever can kill a beggar. Even Old Man Liu died because of The rheumatism gradually worsened until he became paralyzed. And if these dead beggars have relatives or close friends, they can still be buried in the ground with a broken mat. Those who are alone and helpless will not be discovered until they have died for a long time, and they can only be dragged to a mass grave. Done.

When I fled later, I saw more deaths. Death from starvation and illness was considered a blessing. There were those who were robbed, killed, humiliated, and even dismembered and eaten. The miserable situation in the world was nothing more than this. I met other immortal cultivators again. When we met, either you would kill me or I would kill you. There was no trace of immortality, they were just trying to survive.

The woman I saw today was in uncontrollable grief after killing someone. Liu Qinghuan was shocked and couldn't help but feel her thoughts.

Before the Qi was introduced into his body, he was a helpless little beggar, struggling to survive in the world. After he accidentally started to practice, he wanted to seek immortality, but he never thought that there would be dangers on the road to immortality. What situation did you encounter?

Maybe one day he will kill someone, or be killed.

There is a saying in the Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting: After birth and death, the cycle of life will last for thousands of kalpas. How can it be that the judgment is turned upside down? It also goes like this: If you abandon things, you will not be tired; if you do nothing, your mind will be at peace; if you are peaceful and simple, you will become less tired.

Liu Qinghuan stood quietly by the stream and suddenly had an epiphany. The spiritual power in his body began to circulate on its own, flowing rapidly through his meridians. When he woke up from his epiphany, he was surprised to find that his spiritual power had improved a lot and had reached the peak of the third level. With only the last trace of confinement left, he could break through to the fourth level of Qi training and reach the middle stage of Qi training.

At this time, there was no time to think about it. We couldn't stay here any longer. Who knew if the woman would come back. If you find out that he lives here, you will definitely think of him seeing everything. She must have a higher level of cultivation than him. She is a swordsman and I am a fish. He does not want his life and death to fall into the hands of others.

Back in the cave, Liu Qinghuan looked at the place where he had lived for two years, and finally put out the stove fire and put the alchemy furnace and the soup inside into the storage bag.

All his things were put away in storage bags, and now there was only a set of half-used bedding left, but there was no need to take them away anymore.

When he came outside the cave, he sealed the cave with big rocks and also sealed the gap in the roof of the cave. Liu Qinghuan stopped in front of the cave and patted the big tree next to him. He had sat under this tree for many days and concentrated on practicing. Now that I'm leaving, I don't know if there will be a chance to come back.

After sighing with emotion, he didn't stop any longer, carried his spiritual energy to his feet, and headed out of the mountain.

Liu Qinghuan looked for the direction of Tongda City and walked quickly. This time is different from the past. Two years ago, he escaped to the Hengwu Mountains against all odds and dangers, just to avoid dying in natural disasters and man-made disasters. He never thought that one day he would be a cultivator when he came out of the mountains.

Because he used spiritual energy on his feet to travel, it only took three days for Liu Qinghuan to approach Tongda City. Apart from meditating to restore spiritual power, he didn't stop at all.

As the name suggests, Tongda City is located at the intersection of north, south, east and west, extending in all directions. It is the largest city in Dayue Kingdom except Dayue Capital, the capital.

Along the way, Liu Qinghuan had learned from others that the war ended three months ago and Dayue Kingdom was defeated. The royal family of Dayue was killed, and those who were not killed were also imprisoned. Now the entire territory of Dayue is occupied by Chu Yue Kingdom.

According to Liu Qinghuan's guess, it was not the defeat of the Dayue Kingdom, but the defeat of the Qingyu Sect behind the Dayue Kingdom. Although the several disciples of the Qing Jade Sect he met were all extremely powerful, for some unknown reason, the Qing Jade Sect still lost.

However, who is the emperor and who is the boss is far less important to ordinary people than the jobs in their hands. As long as they can survive, ordinary people don't care whether the person in charge is named Wang or Li. If it were a foreign race, they would fight to the end. However, the people of the Dayue Kingdom and the people of the Chuyue Kingdom are of the same race. They have close interactions with each other on weekdays, and there is no barrier between them. Naturally, there is no deep hatred.

And the new rulers will not massacre the people of other countries, because these people of other countries will soon become their own people.

Therefore, the people have slowly returned to normal order at this time. Along the way, Liu Qinghuan noticed that the severe drought of more than two years ago had long disappeared. The people who starved to death among the green mountains and green waters were turned into dust of history and forgotten by history. Only the remaining arrows on the tall walls of Tongda City were left. The knife marks are still telling the story of the war not long ago.

In front of the tall city gate, people entering the city lined up in a long queue. Liu Qinghuan lined up behind an old farmer carrying a large basket of mountain products, and slowly moved forward with the team.