The Mahayana monks can fly thousands of miles away on their swords.
The Wang Qing Sect's group decided to take the cloud boat to take care of Yan Qing, a mortal who practiced Qi cultivation.
When Yan Qing carried Buzhi onto the Yunzhou boat.
The bumpkin Bu Dezhi's eyes widened and he said, "Damn, if I take any of the stuff from here, it would be enough to get several hundred spirit stones."
Yan Qing pointed it out and said, "Look at the bigger picture. If you see the beads there, you can sell one for 10,000 spirit stones."
Bu Zhi stood in awe, then asked, "Can I take something naturally?"
"Not bad, you can use idioms now." Although he used them incorrectly, Yan Qing said, "Try it."
Unable to achieve his goal, he felt itchy and unbearable. He leaned his little head over Yan Qing's shoulder and looked around. He accidentally met the cold and ruthless gaze of a disciple of the Immortal Alliance and was frightened again. He buried his head in his wings and said weakly, "Forget it, I'll go back to sleep."
The cloud boat was very big. Yan Qing originally wanted to go directly to find Xie Shiyi, but unexpectedly he ran into Elder Tianshu head-on.
The people of Tianshu were in high spirits when they were happy. Their faces seemed to glow red. When they saw him, they called out to him in a friendly manner, "Little Yan."
Yan Qing smiled: "Elder Tianshu."
Tianshu hesitated for a while before saying, "We're going to the Wangqing Sect soon. Boy, why don't we have a chat?"
Yan Qing probably guessed what he was going to say: "Yeah."
Tianshu took Yan Qing to the outside of the flying boat.
The cloud boat drifts into the morning glow.
When you really reach heaven, the green mountains, rivers, houses and palaces everywhere become tiny miniatures, and you can see the vastness of the sky.
The Huichun Sect is located in a remote area of the upper heaven, where the mountains are not majestic and the water is not clear. Even the peach blossoms in the sky can only be seen indistinctly.
Tianshu stroked his beard and went straight to the point: "Young man, you know that the Qingyun Conference is about to begin, and now is the time when tens of millions of people are flocking to Nanzezhou."
Yan Qing didn't know anything about Nanzezhou. The only word he was familiar with was probably: "Qingyun Conference?"
Tianshu smiled and said, "Yes, the Qingyun Conference is a grand event in the cultivation world every hundred years. The nine major sects will recruit disciples at the Qingyun Conference. This is the only chance for casual cultivators from all over the world to join the nine major sects."
Yan Qing nodded.
Tianshu said: "The Qingyun Conference takes a month. In the early stage, independent cultivators and disciples from other sects have their own competition venues. The nine major sects' disciples have their own competition venues. This year, the competition venue for the nine major sects' disciples is set to be the Fuhua Sect."
Yan Qing murmured: "Fuhua Sect?" He was not clear about other sects, but he had a deep memory of Fuhua Sect.
After all, having traveled through Zixiao’s Dongxu Secret Realm, one cannot help but have a deep understanding of these three words.
Yan Qing thought of it and asked directly: "The current leader of Fuhua Sect, isn't he called Jing Yuyu?"
Tianshu's hand was so stiff that he was touching his beard. He had a question mark on his face. Who? Jing Yu? When he realized what was happening, Tianshu was stunned: "…"
Could it be that this was just like a newborn calf that was not afraid of a tiger? The leader of a sect, a spiritual master, how dare this kid call him by his name.
Tianshu was speechless, and wiped his sweat with his sleeve: "... Yes, the leader of Fuhua Sect is indeed called this name. But young man, you should not be so casual when speaking in the future."
Yan Qing then asked: "Doesn't she have a twin sister named Jing Chen?"
Tianshu: “…” Tianshu originally wanted to tell him about the general situation of Wangqing Sect, but he was choked by the fact that Yan Qing asked him questions right away.
Why would Yan Qing ask such a question? ! And how did he know all this? !
Mirror Dust and Mirror Jade, the two beauties of Fuhua Sect who were once stunningly beautiful, have now almost become a taboo word in Nanzezhou.
All the past events were burned up in the fire in Xuanji Palace; the tears, blood, and truth were buried deep in the ruins and ashes, and faded away with time.
Tianshu was sweating: "Well, she has a sister. Little Yan, if you go to Nanzezhou, you must not be so outspoken."
Yan Qing asked directly: "Is Mirror Jade scary?"
Tianshu: “…”
What a stupid question.
horrible.
How could it not be scary
Her status as a high-ranking cultivator is so terrifying that it would be terrifying if she were to bring it out! !
Tianshu's expression became serious, and he warned him solemnly: "Yan Qing! Master of Fuhua Sect, otherwise we can't make irresponsible comments."
"Okay." Yan Qing smiled and agreed obediently.
Tianshu thought about his current situation again, and said in a complicated tone: "Little Yan, although it may not sound good, I still have to remind you. Du Wei's agreement to this marriage may just be a coincidence. He has a cold temper and never lets anyone get close to him. If you go back to Wangqing Sect... Du Wei ignores you, we have no way to deal with it, but don't be afraid, we will make sure you are settled."
After being too excited, Tianshu calmed down. He still felt from the bottom of his heart that Xie Ying was not too concerned about this marriage. For Yan Qing's future safety, he could only grit his teeth and say something harsh to him.
Tianshu said: "Also, I advise you not to go out with the title of Du Wei's Taoist companion. With great fame comes danger. Moreover, Du Wei may not necessarily save you. Based on the few problems you just asked, Nan Zezhou would have died many times."
Yan Qing thought it was interesting and blinked: "Elder Tianshu, don't you have an order in Nanze Prefecture not to kill innocent people indiscriminately?"
Tianshu: "... That depends on who you provoke."
If you use a mirror like jade, you can easily turn the "innocent" people who kill innocent people into "guilty" people.
He even felt that there was no need for Jing Yu to take action.
Xie Ying would never acknowledge this Taoist couple. Without this status, how could Yan Qing be qualified to ask Jing Yu to take action
He thought Yan Qing was a stupid monk with low talent from a remote place, and thought that he had a great admiration, fear and expectation for everything in Nanzezhou. When he got there, he would be very careful in what he said and did, and might even feel inferior.
But I never expected that Yan Qing would ask the leader of Fuhua Sect so casually right from the start?!
It really gave Tianshu some insights.
Tianshu was chatting when his thoughts were completely distracted by Yan Qing: "How did you know about the Fuhua Sect?"
Yan Qing said honestly: "I saw a little bit of it in Zixiao Immortal Venerable's Dongxu Secret Realm before."
Tianshu sighed and said, "I advise you to forget everything you have seen."
Yan Qing: “Why?”
Tianshu sighed again: "There are always some things that cannot be discussed in every sect. As long as it is not related to the Nightmare and does not harm the world. As an outsider, it is best not to say too much and don't be curious."
Yan Qing said slowly: "Oh."
It seems that there is something fishy about the Xuanji Fire of Fuhua Sect.
He finally understood why Jing Yu left records about Zi Xiao in the Dongxu Secret Realm even though he knew about her death, and why he didn't come to destroy it.
Because there is no reason at all.
Thinking back carefully, was there anything wrong with Jing Yu's various behaviors in front of Zi Xiao
She was just dissatisfied with her mother's favoritism, and she was simply venting her grievances.
Even the people she asked Zixiao to kill were all evil people who deserved to be killed.
When she mentioned Xuanji Fire, her expression was gloomy and her emotions were sad. She felt sad about her sister's death, but also had the surprise and expectation of becoming the sect leader.
The emotions fit the mood perfectly.
In the Qingfeng Changlin, they talked in the pavilion. Zixiao had known her for so long, and he said that she had "evil intentions", but he couldn't tell her where she went wrong until her death.
A perfect disguise that deceived countless people. Perhaps Jing Yu was the only one in the world who knew how much innocent blood was stained on his hands, and what happened during the Xuanji Palace fire that day.
—Oh no, there’s another person who knows.
Yan Qing asked: "Is Jing Chen still alive?"
Tianshu: “…”
Tianshu was almost fainted by his stubbornness—
Can you talk about something normal people can talk about? You are not afraid of death, but I am?!
"Live, live." Tianshu seemed to be afraid of him and waved his hand: "Forget it, don't ask questions, I will tell you about the Wangqing Sect directly."
He had originally planned to pretend and say to Yan Qing, "You can ask me anything you want to ask about Nanzezhou," but now... forget it.
Tianshu cleared his throat and said, "The Wangqing Sect is divided into inner peaks and outer peaks. There are more than 300 outer peaks, but only ten inner peaks..."
"Elder Tianshu."
Suddenly, a cold and indifferent voice interrupted him.
The moment Tianshu heard the voice, his back instantly straightened as if he was frozen.
He turned his head stiffly and saw Xie Shiyi walking out of the cloud boat, his black hair like silk, his snow-white clothes pure and flawless. Probably in order to return to the sect, he put his hair up with a jade crown, and the coldness that penetrated him was a little lighter. Xie Shiyi had a layer of white cloth covering his eyes, but it covered his eyes, so he didn't look close to others.
"Du Wei, why are you here?" Tian Shu smiled awkwardly, but he immediately noticed something was wrong and asked in shock, "Du Wei, what's wrong with your eyes?!"
Xie Shiyi said lightly: "The quack doctor blinded me."
The quack doctor himself: “…”
Tianshu: “Ah?!”
—The quack doctor made him blind?! Tianshu was so shocked that his soul almost flew away.
Xie Shiyi ignored him and said, "Come here. I'll tell you about Nanzezhou."
This was said to Yan Qing.
Yan Qing had a blank expression on his face: "How could that be possible? I don't have the qualifications to trouble the Immortal Venerable."
Xie Shiyi turned and left: "No trouble."
Yan Qing gritted his teeth secretly and followed with a gloomy face.
Tianshu is the place where people originally lived and roamed.
Xie Ying's identity was too special and his personality was too unpredictable. So he always had a preconceived idea and felt that even if Xie Ying agreed to the marriage, he would not be happy.
He was already very lucky to be able to explain the matter to the sect. He never dared to think that Xie Ying would really have feelings for this casual cultivator of the Huichun Sect.
However, whether it was letting that person get close to him, agreeing to the marriage, or giving him the blood jade beads, every single thing completely overturned his perception of Xie Ying.
It was as if that distant, unattainable figure was walking down from the altar step by step.
Tianshu felt dizzy and looked in the direction the two people left.
Ask Xie Ying about Nanzezhou... He will indeed have answers to everything.
"Xie Shiyi, are you blind?" Yan Qing looked up and kept looking at him.
Xie Shiyi calmly asked back: "What do you think?"
Yan Qing: "... I think you are blind."
Xie Shiyi smiled and said, "You can try putting the thread into your own eyes."
—The clearest and calmest words, the most mocking and playful tone.
Yan Qing: “…” He was really too familiar with Xie Shiyi’s temper and couldn’t help rolling his eyes.
Xie Shiyi was a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage, and his spiritual awareness and five senses had already reached perfection. However, the soul thread used by Yan Qing was a thing from the devil, and who knows what side effects it might have that restricted his spiritual awareness.
Yan Qing accepted his fate and had to take responsibility for the trouble he had caused. He kept chattering in front of him in a sarcastic tone.
"You are blind now, Immortal Venerable. Can you see the road?"
"Do you know where to go?"
"Exalted Immortal, can you tell the left from the right?"
"Does the Immortal Venerable need to eat and sleep?" He said, and immediately said sarcastically: "Oh, the Immortal Venerable has already practiced fasting, and his cultivation is very advanced, so he doesn't need to sleep."
"Then Immortal Lord, do you want to take a bath?"
"Do you need someone to help you bathe, Immortal Lord?"
He talked as he walked, without any scruples.
Immortal Alliance disciples on the cloud boat: "..."
Du Weixianzun's spiritual awareness was strong, and even though his eyes were injured by the soul thread, he could still recognize people and the road. Except for not being able to see the subtle things, there was no difference from the past. After all, Xie Shiyi didn't need to eat or sleep, and except Yan Qing, no one had the courage to get in front of him.
Yan Qing's mouth was dry from talking, and he was very surprised to find that Xie Shiyi ignored him and said, "Xie Shiyi, your temper has improved. In the past, you would have cast a silence spell on me."
Xie Shiyi's jade-like fingers pushed open a door and said indifferently: "Because with your current cultivation level, if I attack you, I won't have to stop you from speaking, but will make you mute directly."
Yan Qing: “…” Oh!! He swore that he must recover his cultivation as soon as possible and not be insulted like this.
Yan Qing followed him in and said indifferently, "That's good. By then, one of us will be blind and the other mute."
The interior of the cloud boat is simply decorated with a table and a couch, but exquisiteness and luxury can be seen everywhere.
White smoke spread across the spotless sky.
Xie Shiyi asked casually, "Are you interested in the affairs of Fuhuamen?"
Yan Qing said: "Yes, Tianshu told me about that, and I just asked casually."
Xie Shiyi nodded.
Yan Qing asked again: "He also told me about the Qingyun Conference. I am quite interested in this. You guys went to so much trouble to organize this thing. Is there a reward for the first place? What did you do before?"
Xie Shiyi said calmly: "I forgot."
Yan Qing couldn't believe it: "Forgot?"
Xie Shiyi: “Yeah.”
Yan Qing was itching to do so and urged: "Think about it for me."
Xie Shiyi was silent for a moment before he spoke: "I forgot what happened a hundred years ago, but the reward for the first place on the Azure Cloud Ranking this time is the Yaoguang Qin."
Yan Qing read out the name: "Yaoguang Qin?"
Why did he feel so familiar? Yan Qing quickly responded: "... a mysterious-level Nightmare-penetrating Immortal Weapon."
Xie Shiyi was not very pleased: "Yeah."
This time it was Yan Qing who remained silent.
Xie Shiyi really didn't need to care. He already had a thousand lamps in his hand. Even if the Yaoguangqin was a priceless artifact in the eyes of outsiders, it was not worth mentioning to Xie Shiyi.
But Yan Qing couldn't help but be dissatisfied.
After all, the first thing he did after his rebirth was to go to great lengths to find the Biyun Mirror, just to... see himself.
He did not believe that the demon god "Nightmare" in his mind existed in his previous life.
If it's not the curse of the devil, then it's the devil himself.
The demon rarely talks to him, but once it appears, it will definitely make him unstable. The ancient demon is neither male nor female, but hermaphrodite, and his speech is very strange and terrifying.
Sometimes the charming female voice is like a colorful venomous snake; sometimes the hoarse male voice is like an old man. He will gently and patiently guide Yan Qing to pick up the soul thread, kill, and wash blood wherever he passes.
The last words that the demon god left for Yan Qing tore through this friendly appearance, with a hint of sharpness.
"Yan Qing, you can't get rid of me."
"Everyone has a nightmare in their heart, like a shadow, which can never be escaped."
"We'll meet again."
Yan Qing suppressed the anger in his eyes, and when he looked up again, he said decisively: "Xie Shiyi, I want to participate in the Qingyun Conference."
Xie Shiyi remained unmoved and asked calmly, "Why?"
Yan Qing said as a matter of course: "Just to join in the fun. I came to Nanzezhou just in time for the Qingyun Conference. Isn't this God's will to let me shine?"
Xie Shiyi's eyes were covered with white silk, but from his slightly furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips, Yan Qing could still sense the cold rejection and disapproval in his expression.
Xie Shiyi said: "With your current cultivation level, you can't participate."
Yan Qing: “…”
Yan Qing: "Then does your Wangqing Sect have any mountains with abundant spiritual energy? I will work hard to practice."
Xie Shiyi put his fingers on the table and said calmly, "Yes. Come back to Yuqing Peak with me."
Yan Qing: "Okay." Yan Qing added: "You're right, I should have had a good rest last night. I'm so sleepy on the Cloud Boat now."
The body of a person in the Qi Refining Stage is really troublesome.
Before Yan Qing lay down on the bed to sleep, he looked down and saw the red line on his wrist. The deep red color seemed to be blood clotted, and it made his wrist look pale.
After a moment's silence, Yan Qing raised his head and asked the last question in a very soft voice.
"Xie Shiyi, what do you think the nightmare is?"
In the heavens, he was probably the first person who dared to ask Xie Shiyi such a question.
What the hell.
The curse of the devil.
An evil creature that everyone must kill.
Xie Shiyi's tone was as light as clear smoke, and he said, "It's disgusting."