It is profound and profound, and it is worthwhile to visit.

These are the two feelings when Zhou Shu walked to the end of the spiritual bridge.

It is certain that the road he took was definitely not all in the Shushan Spirit Bridge, maybe one tenth or even less, but he still obtained thousands of magic tricks, many of which were ancient magic tricks, and the age was even 60,000 to 70,000 years ago. As one of the earliest and rare and weak immortal cultivation sects, the foundation of Shushan is really unimaginable. The magic tricks in this spiritual bridge can only be described as profound and profound.

Zhou Shu also gained many benefits from the Lingqiao. Many Shushan magic tricks, either strange, grand, psychedelic, or brave, were all the same, further enriched his Tao, became more generous and tolerant, and communicated with other Shushan disciples without any selfish communication, which made up for his shortcomings (he almost studied himself all the way, and he met too few famous teachers), which was worth the trip.

Walking out of the spiritual bridge, there is still darkness ahead.

In the darkness, you can vaguely see a hill of hundreds of feet. The hill seemed to be made of fine iron, shining with a faint light. At the top of the mountain sat an old man in rags, as thin as a hair, and still moving, it is hard to tell whether he lives or not.

Zhou Shu paused and walked quickly towards the hill. As soon as he reached the foot of the mountain, he felt a huge pressure coming. From the outside to the inside, he couldn't help but suppress his mind. He had already prepared to use the magic tricks to keep the pressure outside and keep his mind clear.

The pressure comes from the Ten Directions Gravel Heart Array, which is completely set for the mysterious heart. Without the mysterious heart, he is not under much pressure.

The higher he went, the greater the pressure. When he reached the mountainside, Zhou Shu had to use most of his spiritual energy to drive away the pressure. When he reached the top of the mountain, he almost used all his strength, and his body was unconsciously hunched. It was not easy to stand up straight. The old man regarded the pressure as nothing and sat upright. One was him without a mysterious heart, and the other was the elder of Shushan with a mysterious heart. Compared with the two, he could tell the difference between the higher and lower levels. Moreover, Zhen Yuanting had been sitting for three thousand years, which was really unfathomable.

Zhou Shu stood up straight and saluted respectfully, "Senior."

Zhen Yuanting seemed to have not heard it. It was not until Zhou Shu shouted dozens of times before he opened his eyes. His eyes were as turbid as muddy water and could not see through it. He turned around on Zhou Shu and said in a calm voice, "You are not from Shushan, who are you? What are you doing?"

Zhou Shu said in a straight voice, "My younger generation, Zhou Shu, specially brought someone to meet the elder."

Zhen Yuanting slowly closed his eyes, "I will not mention the word "elder" again. Now I will see no one, let's go down."

"Don't the elder even see his own disciple?"

Zhou Shu's expression was slightly condensed, and without saying much, he opened the soul-raising bead in his hand. Taoist Henglang was looking forward for a long time and couldn't wait to drill out. He only showed pain as soon as he drilled out, and obviously could not bear the huge pressure here.

Zhen Yuanting's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly raised his hand. An egg white light shield suddenly appeared, protecting the soul.

He stared at the soul, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly, "Henglang?"

"It's a disciple, master!"

Taoist Henglang was equally excited when he saw Zhen Yuanting. He immediately knelt on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

When he was in the spirit bridge, Zhou Shu explained the whole story to him and also said to bring him to Zhen Yuanting. Of course, Taoist Henglang did not tell him about the Tiandun Jing or other things about Shushan, but he was only grateful to Zhou Shu and Taoist Henglang.

Looking at Taoist Henglang, Zhen Yuanting kept shaking his head, and a little light flashed in his turbid eyes, full of relief, "You...you are back..."

Taoist Henglang couldn't stand up and choked up, "Yes, the disciple is back, Master, you have suffered over the years because of your sins."

"What's going on? Thousands of years are just a moment. Don't blame yourself, get up."

Zhen Yuanting looked at Taoist Henglang, smiled slightly, and touched a few beards that were not too many, "Hehe, three thousand and seven hundred years have passed, and you can still come back. It really surprised me. Henglang, how did you come over the years, and where did your body go?"

Taoist Henglang slowly raised his body, wiped his face like a child, and cried, "The disciple is incompetent. His body had already faded and died more than two thousand years ago. Only the soul survived and refused to die. He just wanted to return to Shushan to see his master fulfill his past promise, but he never had a chance until he met this fellow Taoist Zhou Shu..."

He pointed to the side, but found that there was no one, and he was stunned.

Zhen Yuanting looked into the distance and said in a gentle voice, "He has gone down."

At the foot of the mountain, a figure was walking towards the spiritual bridge, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye. It was Zhou Shu. He did not want to participate in it, nor did he want people to misunderstand that he coveted the magic weapon of heaven.

Taoist Henglang was slightly stunned, "Fellow Taoist Zhou Shu is such a good person. If it weren't for him, it would be really hard for disciples to see Master again."

Zhen Yuanting nodded as if he had some insight, "You can see which sect he trained? He has such concentration at a young age. I am afraid that there are not many people in Shushan who can compare with him now."

"A self-reliable sect," Taoist Henglang looked at Zhen Yuanting and smiled, "Has Master loved talents again?"

"Haha, it seems that he has the qualifications of mysterious heart. It would be great if he could join Shushan. It would be just a sect that would be established," Zhen Yuanting smiled and nodded, turned to Taoist Henglang, and his face suddenly became much more serious, "Henglang, you haven't lost what I gave you?"

Taoist Henglang said repeatedly, "Disciples don't dare. Even if the Yuan Zhen is destroyed, they will never dare to lose the magic weapon that Master has lent me."

"No need to do this. I know you are much more sensible than Tianlang, otherwise you wouldn't have handed over the Tiandeng Spectrum to you," Zhen Yuanting nodded slightly, showing a lot of relief. "Then where is it now? Take me there, no matter how far you go, you will find it back and hand it over to the sect, eliminating the sins of our master and disciple for many years, so that Tianlang no longer bears his infamy."

"Um."

Taoist Henglang nodded, "Report to Master, it's not far away. In fact, the Tiandun Mirror is around Shushan."

Zhen Yuanting was stunned, "Around Shushan, didn't you take it away?"

"Master, please forgive me," Taoist Henglang lay on the ground and whispered, "The master's order is hard to violate, and the disciples did not intend to deceive the master. They were just that the disciples were punished by heart, and they were afraid that they could not protect the Tiandun Mirror. If they were lost, they would bring guilt to the master and irreparable trouble to Shushan. Therefore, after leaving Shushan, the disciples hid the Tiandun Mirror in a hidden place near Shushan and used the formation to protect..."

"You didn't take the Sky Mirror away..."

Zhen Yuanting stared at Taoist Henglang and sighed unconsciously, "No wonder your body has declined in less than a thousand years. Alas, Henglang, why are you always thinking about others? You were wrong? If there was a mirror in your hand, why would you be so short-lived?"

"Isn't it the same for Master?"

Taoist Henglang raised his head, stared at Zhen Yuanting, and said seriously, "Everything of the disciples is learned from the master. Whether practicing Taoism or being a human being, the disciples are willing to follow the master and never regret it."
Chapter completed!