There didn't seem to be anything wrong with that innocent smile just now.
Was there something wrong? Did he see himself looking through the books
Zong Ci was confused and uncertain, but he didn't dare to gamble, so he just played against the enemy.
After all, a disciple at the third level of Qi Refining should not see anything unusual; they should stay on the surface.
"Which peak are you from? Why are you here in the Sutra Library? Do you want me to take you away?"
The setting sun shone in from the window of the Sutra Repository, spreading onto the beautiful face of the young man in black, lingering at the corners of his narrow eyes, as if all the thrilling feeling was flowing with this warm light.
Qingxuzi glanced at him casually and suddenly stopped at the corner of the boy's eyes.
Zong Ci had a pair of beautiful eyes. His black pupils were clear and his facial features were beautiful in an almost bewitching way.
He usually looks gloomy, and rarely smiles like this, which makes it difficult for people to notice this.
Inexplicably, even though there was no connection at all, this appearance reminded Qingxuzi of someone.
The disobedient one who dared to disobey him—
It was also the reason why he made no progress in his seven hundred years of seclusion, his cultivation level regressed instead of improving, and even his ruthless path showed signs of collapse.
The culprit.
Once you think about it this way, you will really discover something.
Really, very similar.
Everything is different, yet everything is similar.
Being stared at with such creepy eyes, Zong Ci subconsciously got goosebumps on his back.
He can now basically confirm that the little boy in front of him is his master Qingxuzi. Under this skin is an old monster in the Tribulation Crossing Stage who has lived for who knows how many years.
Zong Ci and his master had been together for hundreds of years, and there was no way he could mistake the other's appearance and demeanor, so he became even calmer.
It is easy to imagine that Qingxuzi must be using his spiritual sense to detect him.
Of course, no matter who comes now, unless it is an immortal who can see through past and present lives at a glance, no one can discover Zong Ci’s true identity.
Just when Zong Ci was about to lose his smile, Qingxuzi, who could not detect anything unusual with his spiritual sense, suddenly narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand.
Zongci: "... "
Zong Ci: “???”
This couldn't be what he thought, right
The black-robed boy stared at him for a few seconds, then stiffly stretched out his hand. The little boy in the green robe took a step forward, took his hand, tilted his head and looked at him, his pale eyes full of interest.
Although the smile was extremely innocent, it was also extremely cold, and his expression was full of the coldness that Zong Ci remembered.
When Zong Ci first touched the child's soft knuckles, he almost threw the child away with a trembling hand.
Fortunately, he held it back. Although his heart was in turmoil, he kept smiling as he picked up the broom beside him and prepared to go downstairs.
"You haven't told me which peak you're from. I've just finished my shift, so I might as well give you a ride."
I just don’t know what happened in the past thousand years. Not only did Qingxuzi fail to successfully survive the tribulation and ascend to heaven, he even turned into this child-like state.
Even... ...even his personality has changed completely.
"If you don't speak, I'll walk you to the door."
The young man in black clothes kept talking to himself, but received no response, so he could only lead the child down the stairs.
Qingxuzi did not resist at all, nor did he intend to explain. Instead, he used his spiritual sense to explore Xuan Yinian's body with great interest.
The talent is good, but the physique is really too poor.
It is rare for a person at the third level of Qi Refining to be able to read the classics of the fifth level.
Qingxuzi thought casually and followed Zongci's force to walk towards the edge of the stairs.
But... ... Speaking of which, what book did he sneak in here to read
Just as he was about to walk down the stairs, the white-haired child with a youthful face suddenly turned his head and glanced. The huge spiritual consciousness of the Tribulation Crossing Period swept across the entire fifth floor of the Sutra Library in an instant.
He also glanced at the torn page that had accidentally fallen on the ground.
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The weather is good today, with clear skies and the sunset glowing with brilliant colors at the end of the sky, stacked and curled together, which is magnificent.
This is the main peak of Taiyan Sect and also the highest mountain in the northern border. There are only a few caves on the top of the mountain that are separated by jade tiles with barriers.
Normally, only the disciples of the sect's ancestors were qualified to stay here. Now that the Qingxu ancestor had no disciples, several caves were left idle. Now that the distinguished guest Tianji Sect had come, Taiyan Sect naturally had to treat him with the highest standard of treatment.
Standing on the cliff outside the cave and looking down, you can see the endless vast land with steaming sea of clouds under your feet; around you are the evergreen pines and cypresses standing tall; in the distance are thousands of rocks and ravines, hanging springs and waterfalls; above your head the sky is about to get dark, and the scenery is superb.
The universe is vast and boundless.
Several boys took out the Fang Han jade table from the storage ring, and also took out the black iron hexagram plate and a pot of immortal wine, lit an agarwood lamp, and placed the wine cup on the lampstand. After all the arrangements were completed, they slowly retreated to the side.
The wooden wheel stuck to the ground silently, and the figure of the man in white gradually became clear in the mist.
"Master, everything is ready."
The boys guarding the cliff all bowed to him, their attitudes respectful as if they were meeting a god.
Qian Yuexi nodded, the corners of her lips slightly raised, and she seemed to be in a good mood.
The cliff fell into silence again and no one spoke.
Qian Yuexi had long been accustomed to such days.
Or rather, he seldom spoke.
The reason is simple, he has no need to speak.
He is the leader of Tianji Sect, the agent of Heaven's will. From the moment he was born, Qian Yuexi's fate had been separated from the five elements of reincarnation and directly under the jurisdiction of Heaven.
And Qian Yuexi is the one with the most amazing talent among the seven previous leaders of Tianji Sect.
He was born with indifferent emotions, his heart is as clear as a mirror, and is not stained by dust. He is a person who is naturally favored by the Tao.
After receiving the omen of the heaven, the former sect leader went out to find him without stopping. Qian Yuexi, who was still a child, was waiting at the door early, dressed in white, cold and noble, with purple eyes as deep as the sea, like a well-carved jade puppet.
He saw the person coming and spoke softly, without a trace of childish ignorance in his expression.
"You came."
The shock in the former sect leader's heart was naturally beyond words.
There are only two people in the Tianji Sect, one is the sect leader and the other is the next sect leader. No outsiders are allowed.
All the previous sect leaders were at the peak of the Tribulation Crossing Stage, powerful enough to dominate the world of cultivation, but they could not become immortals throughout their lives.
Becoming an immortal unexpectedly escaped the control of Heaven. However, the birth of each generation of Tianji Sect Master was controlled by Heaven.
No matter how powerful they are or how high their status is, they cannot interfere in the secular world at will and can only be bystanders of fate.
Of course, unless they give up voluntarily, they can even live as long as the sky and enjoy a long, almost endless life.
But the Tianji Sect still went through seven sect masters.
Before Qian Yuexi, the other six sect leaders all took the initiative to go to destruction.
Just like the previous sect leader, Qian Yuexi should call him Master out of both emotion and reason.
"Cough cough cough cough cough."
He passed on his life's skills to Qian Yuexi, and now that his energy has run out, he lies down in the snow.
The successive sect leaders have all used the enlightenment to pass on their skills to ensure that their strength can be maintained at the peak of overcoming tribulations. If the former sect leader wants to be reincarnated, he must first give up his profound cultivation.
"... ... Our Tianji technique has nine levels in total. When I was your age, I had only cultivated to the third level."
The man coughed heartbreakingly and spoke intermittently: "The most powerful sect master only stopped at the eighth level. But you are different... You have the most amazing talent. If you concentrate on practicing, it is not impossible to break through the ninth level. If you can break through the ninth level, perhaps... you can break free from the constraints of the heavenly way and become an immortal."
"The Heavenly Secret Disk has already sent us a message, and it's time to start selecting the child of destiny. There's just one thing you must remember—"
"A fortune teller should not take himself into account. If he takes himself into account, he will be in chaos. I thought I could control the calamity of my fate, but I didn't expect that I would be calamity-free. You must not be curious about that meaningless thing. Maybe there is still a chance of survival under the calamity."
"I know, Master."
Qian Yuexi, dressed in white, had an indifferent expression. He nodded every time the man spoke, indicating that he understood.
He lacks the most basic curiosity.
The former sect leader took a look at his calm expression and suddenly sighed.
The man knew that Qian Yuexi's indifference was not because he was born to be a heartless person, but because he was born to be favored by the Great Dao and loved by Heaven.
Those purple eyes can see through fate.
When a person can see through fate and the future, life in a sense no longer becomes new to him.
Is this a blessing or a misfortune
He didn't know either. But for the Tianji Sect Master, this was certainly a great blessing, because it also meant that Qian Yuexi would go further than any other Sect Master.
"Remember, at all times, you are a human being, not an omnipotent immortal."
After saying this, the former sect leader leaned back, resting his head on the snow all over the mountains, catching sight of the only flower bed in the Tianshan Mountain Pit with the corner of his eyes, and he was never willing to look away.
"I really want to... see the peach blossoms again."
The man had a smile on his lips, but his eyes gradually lost their luster and he finally passed away.
The newly appointed sect leader was standing beside him, and there was still no ripple in his purple eyes.
In fact, the young Qian Yuexi had no idea why the man would take the initiative to give up all this.
Whether it is the position of the sect leader or life, it is all.
Every sect leader has a calamity. The first six sect leaders all went down the mountain to face the calamity. Without exception, all of them died because of the word "love".
For example, the previous leader intervened in the love tribulation and forcibly tampered with the fate, but in the end he was also teased by fate. After the peach blossom demon died, his heart also died with it, so he was so sad that he was determined to die, and then he passed the throne to Qian Yuexi.
As for Qian Yuexi, he had no curiosity about fate, and he believed that he would not be bothered by such illusory things.
But what he didn't expect was that even if he didn't consider his own calamity, the calamity would actually come to him automatically.
Qian Yuexi stroked the cold wine jug on the table, and the corners of his mouth that had been curved straightened again, tinged with a hint of bitterness.
He never drank alcohol and needed no lamp even though he was blind.
But for one person, he warmed the immortal wine for a thousand years and lit the agarwood lamp for a thousand years.
Countless jars of precious wine worth a fortune have been scattered, and countless agarwood lamps worth tens of thousands of dollars have been lit, but I still can't wait for that person.
"Master, the time has come."
The little boy holding a dust-proof sword beside him suddenly spoke softly, interrupting Qian Yuexi's thoughts.