Chapter 59

The reason why Su Zimo didn't leave Pingyang Town immediately was because he had to wait for Zhou Dingyun.

If Zhou Dingyun returned to Pingyang Town and couldn't find Su Zimo, he would definitely transfer his target to the Su family.

The edict of the emperor has a great deterrent effect on the kingdom of the princes, and may not be useful for qi practitioners, let alone a disciple of Bixia Palace, one of the five major sects.

Zhou Dingyun is not dead, and Su Zimo is worried about leaving.

As Su Zimo said to Zhou Dingyun, from the moment I let you go, I knew you would come back.

However, Su Zimo didn't know when Zhou Dingyun would return.

But he was willing to wait, because Xu was worried about Zhou Dingyun, and Xu was because of his nostalgia and dependence on that mansion, the practice field, and someone.

This wait is half a year.

In the past six months, Su Zimo has not rushed to practice the fourth chapter of the Twelve Monsters of the Wilderness, but continued to practice the first three chapters of body tempering, tendon strengthening, and bone forging, strengthening the physical body, and continuing to refine the red flame fruit in the body. The preserved essence.

Su Zimo's realm improvement is extremely obvious, the first three chapters are close to success.

In his free time, Su Zimo also trains archery in the practice ground.

Being able to pierce the heart with more than a dozen arrows is also the result of six months of hard archery practice.

After killing Zhou Dingyun, Su Zimo no longer had any reason to stay in Pingyang Town, but he felt a little inexplicable loss in his heart.

Su Zimo returned to the mansion, stood at the door, looking at the peach tree not far away, his eyes blurred, and he didn't want to leave for a long time.

The dark clouds dispersed, the moonlight was like water, and the peach blossoms fell one after another, just like the night two years ago, except that the Iraqi people were not there.

Su Zimo recalled a poem he had read. In this door last year, the peach blossoms on the human face reflected red, and the human face did not know where to go, and the peach blossoms still smiled in the spring breeze.

When he was a teenager, Su Zimo didn't understand the artistic conception in these four lines of poem.

But now, Su Zimo is nineteen years old, and the youthfulness gradually disappeared from his face, and finally realized that kind of melancholy of right and wrong.

Su Zimo will never forget that it was that night, when he was most frustrated, most confused, and most helpless, when a woman stood among the falling peach blossoms and took him into practice.

Su Zimo smiled, stretched out his hands, and slowly closed the door of the mansion.

The closed door locked not only this mansion, but also a very precious memory of Su Zimo.

This door of memory will only open when we meet again with that person.

Su Zimo looked forward to that day.

After a long time, when the night faded, Su Zimo took a deep breath and regained clarity in his eyes. He took out an animal skin map from his arms, distinguished it carefully, and strode towards the meteor in one direction.

Behind him, a ray of light broke through the mist.

The sun rises.

A new day has begun.

...

In the southwestern part of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was a place very famous nearby.

This place is covered by heavy fog all year round, and when you look from a distance, it seems to be wrapped in countless unpredictable clouds, misty and dusty, not like the world.

Someone who has something good breaks into the fog and wants to find out. It won't be long before they return to the place.

Over time, the nearby villagers also realized that this is a place where immortals live, and mortals cannot approach it.

Every year, in the thick fog, there will be a few days, you can vaguely see a section of mountain peaks, towering into the clouds, majestic atmosphere.

At this time, the nearby villagers would kneel down towards the mountain, praying for good weather and good health this year.

On this day, a scholar in green shirt came here.

It is not accurate to say that he is a scholar.

This person looked pretty, but he wore a long knife around his waist and a bloody bow on his shoulders. He was dressed quite differently.

This green shirt scholar is not someone else, but Su Zimo who left Pingyang Town.

Ji Yaoxue guessed right, Su Zimo really wanted to worship the Misty Peak.

On the one hand, the Misty Peak seemed mysterious in Ji Yaoxue's eyes, and there must be something extraordinary.

On the other hand, the Misty Peak is the closest to the country of Yan. If something happens, Su Zimo can rush back as soon as possible.

It's just that on the map, the Misty Peak only marked an approximate location. Su Zimo came here and was in the fog, but couldn't find the Misty Peak.

Su Zimo walked for a day, and walked back to the original place several times, without a clue.

In this heavy fog, the line of sight was blocked and the visibility was extremely low. With Su Zimo's eyesight, he could only see ten meters away.

This place seems to be a maze, going around in the thick fog, but can't find an exit.

"eccentric."

Su Zimo returned to his place again, frowning and thinking while looking at the mist not far in front of him.

Ji Yaoxue once said to him that it is much more difficult to worship the Misty Peak than other sects. It is not only whether a person has spiritual roots, the level of spiritual roots, and other levels, but also many high-level training. No airmen can worship it.

However, this is also where Su Zimo attracted Su Zimo.

If like Bixia Palace, recruiting disciples only depends on the quality of Linggen, such a sect is nothing surprising in Su Zimo's eyes.

"It seems that it takes a lot of effort to worship the Misty Peak."

Su Zimo vaguely guessed that the heavy fog in front of him might be the first pass to worship the Misty Peak.

If you can't pass this hurdle, I'm afraid you won't even be able to see the real misty peak, let alone worship into the sect.

Seeing that the sky is getting late, Su Zimo plans to find a place to rest for the night, think about ways to break the game, and make plans tomorrow morning.

The fog in front of me is bound to be famous, and it is definitely not the way to break through.

There is a small village not far from here, a woman is preparing dinner, a strong man returns home from cutting firewood, a hunter returns home with a prey, and two old people squatting at the entrance of the village with a chessboard and a stick in front of them. , There are children chasing and playing in the village.

A happy scene.

Seeing this scene, Su Zimo felt warm and smiled and walked quickly towards the village.

"Old man, in Xia Su Zimo, a native of Yan country, there is no place to stay tonight. I wonder if I can spend the night here?" Su Zimo came to the entrance of the village, looked at the two old people who were playing, bowed and asked.

The two old men seemed unheard of, as if immersed in the game, unable to be distracted.

Su Zimo gave a light cough and asked again.

The two old men still didn't speak, each holding chess pieces, staring at the chessboard intently, and occasionally dropped a piece with solemn expressions.

Su Zimo was a little embarrassed.

The two old people did not respond, and Su Zimo rushed into the village, appearing a little impolite.

Su Zimo smiled, then turned and left.

With his ability, he can spend the night anywhere with the sky as the quilt and the ground as the pavement.

The reason why I wanted to stay in this village was just because in this village, Su Zimo felt the long-lost fireworks in the world, and it was very warm.

Su Zimo was about to leave, his eyes fell on the chessboard of the two old men inadvertently, and gradually froze.

This game of chess is very fierce. The two sides are in a stalemate. Every time a move is made, there is a slight mistake, and all the games will be lost.

Su Zimo wanted to have nothing to do with him, so he might as well stand by and watch the game after watching this game of chess.