Jiuhui and the other four have been floating on the gourd for three days.
"It's almost there, it's almost there. As long as we pass Fuguang Mountain, we can get back to the sect within a day." Elder Mo also knew that his gourd was a bit slow. "Ahead is Qiyue City, which is famous for its delicious food. Let's take a rest before we go."
Qiyue City was bustling with people coming and going everywhere, and there were many immortal cultivators among them. Although the local people respected the immortal cultivators, they were not afraid of them. Jiuhui even saw the shopkeepers bargaining with the immortal cultivators.
"Qiyue City is different from Tianhe City. Their city lord is a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and the young city lord is a disciple of the Qinglan Sect's great elder. With their protection, which immortal cultivator dares to bully others here?" Luoyan bought two bags of roasted chestnuts and gave one to Jiuhui: "Let's go, the most famous restaurant is just ahead."
The roads in Qiyue City were wide, with no dirt or garbage on the ground. The people on both sides of the road were dressed neatly, walking leisurely, and talking and laughing could be heard everywhere. A child was playing around, and was held down and spanked by his parents. The child opened his mouth to cry, and his mother impatiently stuffed a piece of maltose into his mouth, successfully stopping the crying.
Not far behind them was the city lord's mansion. Above the gate of the mansion hung an ebony plaque with the words "Pingling" engraved on it.
Jiu Hui stopped and stared at the word "Pingling" carefully.
"What's wrong?" Luo Yan saw her stop and stopped with her.
"These two words look familiar. I seem to have seen them somewhere." Although they were just two words, Jiu Hui saw thousands of sword techniques in them. She closed her eyes and slowly opened them after a moment.
"It is said that this plaque was given to the ancestor of the Pingling family by a great sword cultivator a thousand years ago. You think it looks familiar, maybe someone imitated the handwriting of this great sword cultivator." Luo Yan whispered, "No one has ascended to become an immortal in the past few hundred years. Those who cannot become immortals have madly imitated the sages in the hope of finding that illusory chance of becoming an immortal."
"Why hasn't anyone become an immortal?" Jiu Hui was puzzled: "Is it because of insufficient cultivation?"
"It is not tolerated by the heavens." Elder Mo had a complicated expression. He looked up at the sky and said, "It is rumored that a thousand years ago, an immortal came here to survive a catastrophe. He suffered a lot in his life. After returning to heaven, he cursed that this place would face a catastrophe of life and death within a thousand years."
"It is the immortal's destiny to endure the calamity. Even if he has suffered hardships throughout his life, it is also the deliberate arrangement of the heavenly destiny. All living beings have never met him, let alone participated in his suffering. Why would he curse all living beings to usher in a catastrophe?" Jiu Hui frowned: "What kind of god or immortal is it if the love and hatred of all living beings determine their life and death?"
"If overcoming the tribulation is his fate, and suffering the catastrophe of life and death is the fate of living beings like us..." Jiu Hui thought carefully: "Since he can successfully overcome the tribulation, then we can also successfully overcome the catastrophe of life and death. If the gods are really omnipotent, how could they be born into the mortal world to overcome the tribulation?"
"You have ambition!" Elder Mo put his hands behind his back and said, "We cultivators are supposed to learn the way to longevity by sailing against the current. If we don't even have the courage to defy fate and change our destiny, what's the point of cultivating immortality?"
"But," Elder Mo paused, "I've told you before, don't take rumors seriously. Who knows whether the reason no one has become an immortal in recent years is due to the curse of the immortals, or because our descendants are incompetent? For example, our Wangshu Pavilion has been passed down for more than 2,000 years and no one has ascended to become an immortal. We can't just say it's all due to the curse of the immortals, right?"
"I don't know how many blames the immortals have to bear for their incompetent juniors over the years." Elder Mo snorted, "I blame the curse for not being able to refine top-grade elixirs, blame the curse for failing to advance, blame the curse for the separation of my Taoist partners, and the curse is pretty busy."
"Master, Master." Chang He reminded Elder Mo in a low voice: "You've said too much."
Now all the junior brothers and sisters knew that no one in their Wangshu Pavilion had successfully ascended to heaven.
"Haha." Elder Mo laughed dryly: "Of course, ascension is not the only standard to measure a sect. Looking at the entire cultivation world, how many sects can be passed down for three thousand years like our Wangshu Pavilion?"
"Elder Mo, didn't you just say that our sect has been passed down for more than two thousand years?" Jiu Hui looked at Elder Mo. How could it become three thousand years in just a few words
"If more than half of the Dharma is ranked as one, then 2,789 years is almost 3,000 years, right?" Elder Mo said with a confident tone, "The historical heritage of our sect is not something that other sects can compare to."
Luoyan covered her face silently and said, "It's too much. It's a bit too much."
Zhiyou, who was walking beside him, glanced at Elder Mo in confusion. He looked at the records in the sect's book and saw that Wangshu Pavilion was built 2,489 years ago. The current pavilion master practiced both swordsmanship and martial arts, and the best result in the sect competition was 28th.
Could it be that there is something wrong with the records in the sect's history
The five people walked into the restaurant. It was not yet time for dinner, but most of the tables and chairs were already occupied. The waiter saw that they were cultivators and led them to the second floor: "Dear guests, please take a seat."
Compared to the bustling first floor, there were quite a few guests on the second floor, but most of them were well-dressed and few talked. Jiu Hui and the others chose a table by the window and sat down. When the waiter brought the menu, Jiu Hui looked at the various strange names of the dishes and moved the list in front of Zhi You.
Unexpectedly, Zhiyou looked even more embarrassed than her, as if he had encountered a huge problem: "I have never eaten outside before, you should order."
Jiu Hui handed the list to Elder Mo: "Elder, brothers and sisters, what do you want to eat?"
Teacher Mo Chang and his two disciples waved their hands and said that as long as they didn't order any food, they would be able to shamelessly not pay later.
"Please serve some of your specialty dishes, and five cups of this dew drink first." Jiu Hui returned the bill to the waiter: "Thank you."
"Don't worry, my dear guest. I will make sure to arrange everything for you." The waiter took the list and left. After he had gone far away, he turned back to steal a glance at Zhiyou.
The scheming pretty boy who doesn't want to pay for his meal, tsk.
"Waiter, bring some of your specialties quickly." Two Jiu Tian Sect disciples walked into the second floor and sat down, looking a little tired.
"Okay, wait a moment, my dear guest."
"We have been searching for three whole days but haven't found a single person. Several other sects have also come to join in the fun." The disciple in the dark brocade robe sighed, "I wonder if the sect leader will blame us for not doing our job well after we go back."
"It's all because of Yu Zhen Zong..."
"You're afraid that Nanluo will blame you for not doing your job well, so you still take a detour to come to Qiyue City to taste the food?" A man dressed in an elegant brocade robe and holding a jade folding fan walked in slowly, followed by two young sword boys.
Jiu Hui felt pain in her eyes from the dazzling golden crown on his head, so she rubbed her eyes and looked away.
"Senior Sister Luoyan, this man looks so rich." Jiuhui whispered, "Which sect's disciple is this?" "Young Master Jin Qingqiu of the Yuzhen Sect?" The Jiutian Sect disciple recognized the man and stood up and bowed, "Young Master Jin is polite."
"Thank you for your courtesy, fellow Taoists." Jin Qingqiu put away his folding fan and returned the greeting to the two. "It is fate that we meet. I, Jin Qingqiu, will cover the cost of your meal."
"Thank you, Master Jin!"
"Young Master Jin is so generous!"
Most of those present were independent cultivators and disciples from small sects. They were all very happy to save the money for a meal. Some applauded, some praised, and the entire second floor was immersed in a sea of joy.
Especially the four people from Wangshu Pavilion, they clapped particularly vigorously and their smiles were particularly sincere.
Zhiyou hesitated for a moment, then clapped his hands with a blank look in his eyes.
"Thank you, fellow Taoists. Thank you." Jin Qingqiu bowed to everyone around him and sat down at the table next to Jiu Hui with a smile on his face: "Everyone, eat and drink well. Eat and drink well."
The two disciples of Jiutian Sect looked a little embarrassed. Their complaints about Yuzhen Sect must have been heard by Jin Qingqiu.
"Thank you for your generosity, Young Master Jin. However, we cannot allow you to spend money without merit." The disciple of Jiu Tian Sect said, "We appreciate Young Master's kindness."
After these words were spoken, the expressions of the others became somewhat embarrassed. Should they still let Jin Qingqiu spend the money
The smile on Jin Qingqiu's face faded a little, and she played with the jade fan in her hand without saying a word.
There was a moment of silence on the second floor.
"Master Jin, they don't need you to treat them, so can we add one more dish?"
Jin Qingqiu turned his head to look at the woman who was speaking. She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a simple cross-heart bun, and was looking at him with a smile.
"Waiter, serve all the delicious food in your restaurant to your table." Jin Qingqiu tapped her palm with her jade fan: "I, Jin Qingqiu, appreciate people like you who are generous and cheerful."
"Thank you, Young Master Jin." Elder Mo bowed his hands and thanked him: "We will shamelessly enjoy a good meal today."
Luoyan and Changhe also bowed. Who wouldn't like someone who would treat them to a meal when there is no agreement
The joyful atmosphere on the second floor was restored, and everyone began to be grateful to the little girl for breaking the deadlock. It was not easy to make money, so one should save as much as possible. Immortal cultivators were not well off either.
The only ones who seemed a little uncomfortable were probably the two disciples of Jiutian Sect. They ate hurriedly and left in less than two incense sticks of time.
After the people from the Jiutian Sect left, Jin Qingqiu stood up and said, "It is a great fortune to meet you fellow Taoists today. Did you hear about what happened in Wenxian City four days ago?"
"But the Demon Cult's guardian attacked Wenxian City and harmed innocent people?"
"That's exactly what happened." Jin Qingqiu bowed to the person who answered the question, "That day, there was a girl who was not afraid of the demon's threat and would rather die than destroy the demon and defend the way. I admire her very much. If anyone knows this girl, please tell her that our sect hopes to accept her as a personal disciple."
Jin Qingqiu used the word "expectation" instead of "willingness".
"If you don't know her, please spread the news everywhere. I hope that girl can be moved by our sincerity." Jin Qingqiu bowed deeply to everyone.
"Young Master Jin, your words are very sincere. We will definitely spread the word about this for you." Everyone responded with greetings, "The Yuzhen Sect treats its disciples like their own children. If that girl hears this news, she will definitely become a disciple of your sect."
The Yuzhen Sect, as its name suggests, has money and magical treasures. Its biggest advantage is that it has money, money and more money!
Pooh!
Elder Mo spat out the pheasant bone in his mouth. It turned out that rich people’s food cannot be eaten for free!
Looking at Jiu Hui again, she was enjoying the food, as if the girl Jin Qingqiu mentioned had nothing to do with her and she probably had no intention of switching to Yuzhen Sect.
He was thinking too much, so he could still continue eating.
Thousands of miles away on the Zhenxing Tower, the fate cards of the major sects suddenly began to tremble violently and intertwine in chaos. The chaotic light entangled them together, making it impossible to distinguish one from another. The entire Zhenxing Tower seemed to be crumbling.
The four old men guarding the Star Tower opened their eyes at the same time. They were wearing robes of black, white, green and red respectively.
Elder Bai sighed and said, "Send a message to the ten major sects and tell them that fate... is coming."
Elder Hei was thinking of something, he sneered and closed his eyes again.
Green and Red sighed, stood up and walked outside the building, opened their palms, and ten glowing jade slips flew into the clouds and disappeared.
Qiyue City.
"Junior Sister Jiuhui, what's wrong with you?" Luoyan noticed that Jiuhui suddenly looked out the window.
Zhiyou put down his chopsticks and looked at Jiuhui.
The sky in Qiyue City is clear and the sun is shining with gentle breezes.
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One of the reminders from elders: When you are away from home, save when you should, spend when you should, and don’t sacrifice money for the sake of face.
Everyone in Wangshu Pavilion: Boss Jin is so generous!