Heng Bai, as an elder in the Mahayana stage, was made to look hundreds of years younger by Yan Qing. However, he looked young to begin with, and his face was round and chubby, so he didn't feel out of place among a group of disciples in the Jindan and Yuanying stages.
Yan Qing sat in the pavilion and watched his disciples sparring outside. He asked Heng Bai with great interest, "Elder Heng Bai, how did you determine the number of participants for the Qingyun Conference?"
Heng Bai rolled his eyes and said, "If you want to sign up, just hand the token to the leader of the Qingyun Conference. But you should not embarrass yourself by using elixirs to build your Nascent Soul."
Yan Qing was very proud and said, "No, I want to bring honor to the sect."
Heng Bai was almost choked by him: "Wang Qing Sect doesn't need you to win glory, just don't embarrass yourself."
Yan Qing lowered his head and took out the token from his sleeve, eager to try: "Elder Hengbai, who is the leading elder? Which elder should I give the token to?"
Heng Bai rolled his eyes again and said, "Leave it to Tianshu. From now on, if you have any troubles, just go to him and they will be solved."
A well-known old man in Wangqing Sect takes care of almost all the trivial matters of the sect.
Seeing Yan Qing's fearless and inexperienced look, Heng Bai felt both disdain and jealous. But after thinking it over, he decided to ask Yan Qing not to be so reckless and ignorant, and asked him cautiously, "Do you know who your opponents are?"
Yan Qing thought, but this is a big problem. When he came to heaven, he didn't know the names of other sects except Fuhua Sect and Liuguang Sect.
Heng Bai got angry when he saw that he didn't know anything, so he gritted his teeth and explained to him: "The nine major sects in Nanzezhou are divided into the front and back according to their strength. The front five sects are Wangqing Sect, Shangyang Sect, Fuhua Sect, and Liuguang Sect. The back five sects are Yushou Sect, Lingyao Valley, Foxiang Temple, Zhanxing Tower, and Hehuan Sect."
Yan Qing's attention was drawn to the last one. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Hehuan Sect?"
Heng Bai was angry, but said calmly: "Yes, Hehuan Sect, but what do you want? Since Hehuan Sect is one of the nine major sects, its skills are naturally orthodox. It emphasizes the harmony of yin and yang, and mutual consent. It is not what you think."
Yan Qing felt wronged: "What do you think I'm thinking?"
Heng Bai sneered: "It's definitely not serious anyway."
Yan Qing couldn't help laughing, and corrected him earnestly, saying, "You are wrong, Elder Hengbai, there is no one in the world more serious than me." At the Red Lotus Pavilion, he walked through the flowers without getting a single leaf on him. He cut off all feelings and love, and was pure and had few desires. Although he had a bad reputation to the outside world, the Seventh Eunuch knew that he was a man of integrity.
Heng Bai ignored him and reminded him, "Although you have reached the Nascent Soul stage, you have never experienced actual combat, nor have you ever trained outside. You don't have any magic weapon with you, and you don't even know which method you are practicing. Are you sure you want to participate in the Qingyun Conference?"
Yan Qing was quite surprised: "You are a dignified Forget Love Sect, but you are not willing to prepare a magic weapon for your brother?"
Heng Bai: “?”
Yan Qing continued to wonder: "Do I have to find the technique myself? Won't you give it to me?"
Heng Bai: “…”
How can a person be so shameless!
Heng Bai was so infuriated by his shamelessness and self-righteousness that he could no longer continue the conversation and stormed out.
After making Elder Heng angry and leaving, Yan Qing sat alone, playing with the token. He had gone down the mountain to gain experience before, and was afraid that he would do something bad if he failed, so he made a small space in his sleeve and let a bird settle down in it.
Yan Qing sent a trace of his spiritual consciousness in and found that Bu Dezhi had actually done quite a good job in there.
He built his nest among the spirit stones and decorated it with some branches. Every day he felt the joy of sleeping on a pile of money as soon as he opened his eyes.
"I'm not successful." Yan Qing shouted to the bottom of the room.
The frustrated and happy man twitched his ears and said impatiently: "What are you doing?"
Yan Qing curled his lips and smiled, saying: "Come out, I will take you to the Qingyun Conference to shine." This was the boast he made to Xie Shiyi in person, so of course he couldn't go back on his word.
Bu Zhi suddenly felt something was wrong. He had been tricked by Yan Qing so many times. He immediately held on to the largest spiritual stone and refused to let go: "No, I don't want it!"
Yan Qing despised his lack of vision and said, "Take a long-term view. If you win first place in the Qingyun Conference, the spiritual stones will probably be enough to fill your broken land."
“?” Frustrated, he poked his head out.
It refused to turn into a parrot, still maintaining its ugly appearance with pointed ears, red eyes, and bony wings. Its eyes widened: "What?"
Yan Qing: “Yes.”
Bu Zhi instantly crawled out of the mustard space, fluttered his wings and flew onto Yan Qing's shoulder, full of confidence: "Okay, I will trust you for once."
He looked at Yan Qing again. Bu Zhi had no idea about human cultivation, but he felt that Yan Qing seemed to be more powerful. He blinked and immediately became more confident: "Oh. No wonder You Lao used such a despicable method to form a bond with me. It turns out that you were just being careful! Smile, my bloodline can really improve my cultivation!"
Yan Qing suspected that he would definitely laugh in the future, and smiled slightly: "If I could give you away, I would definitely give you to your destined master now." One insisted that he had formed a baby with the help of elixirs, and the other was proud that he had formed a baby on his own. They were a perfect match.
Unsuccessful: "Who?"
Yan Qing: "The vicious maid of the Forget Love Sect."
Desperately muttering: "What the hell is this?"
Yan Qing felt that the accent of Dezhi was simply a sea of inclusiveness. Maybe he was not good at anything during those years in Liuxianzhou, and he only knew how to curse people.
"Brother Yan." Just when Yan Qing was thinking about how to abduct Bu Zhi to the Beast Taming Sect to find out his identity, a crisp and shy voice of an elderly man interrupted his thoughts.
Yan Qing turned around and saw Mingze standing in the mottled shadows of the bamboo forest, holding a sword and looking at him nervously.
Yan Qing: "Friend Mingdao."
When Mingze first saw Yanqing outside Yuqing Peak, he knew that he had a relationship with Xie Shiyi. He tactfully did not ask about the incident at Sun Mansion that day. He just scratched his hair uncomfortably and said, "Brother Yan, I will go down the mountain to the South City to buy some talisman paper later. Do you want to come with me? Wait, Brother Yan, are you going to form a baby?!" As Mingze was talking, he realized something was wrong, and his pupils suddenly shrank and he cried out in surprise.
Yan Qing: “Yes.”
Mingze was shocked and speechless, but he had already had layers of filters in his mind for Yan Qing's identity, so he accepted it very well. He then said happily: "Brother Yan, will you also participate in the Qingyun Conference this time?"
Yan Qing: “Yeah.”
Mingze's eyes lit up: "Too cool!"
After knowing this, Mingze immediately became like a little sparrow with its mouth opened, and tried every means to persuade him to go down the mountain.
Nanshi is the largest trading market in Nanzezhou, where all kinds of elixir, talismans, and weapons of dubious origin are sold. The nine sect disciples have everything they need, and they go to Nanshi purely to try their luck - what if they come across some natural treasure that is very suitable for their own skills
Yan Qing had not been to other places in Nanze Prefecture except for the last sect mission, and he and Mingze hit it off immediately.
Yan Qing was not interested in the sect competition at Futai Academy, but was hated by the petty Heng Bai, who called him to the stage. Heng Bai sat in the pavilion opposite him, randomly drew a lot, and said coldly: "Yan Qing, you and Sun Xu will have a competition."
Another disciple named Sun Xu was from the Earth-level Academy.
His cultivation had already reached the peak of the Golden Core stage, and he was originally quite disdainful, but then he saw that the person standing next to Yan Qing was Mingze.
He immediately perked up and walked onto the stage with a serious face.
"Fellow Daoist Yan, please give me some mercy."
The sect ordered that the matter of Qingle City be kept secret, so no one knew Yan Qing's name.
Yan Qing looked up at Heng Bai, and Heng Bai gave him a cold smile as expected. In fact, Yan Qing probably knew Heng Bai's intention - was he planning to make him be beaten badly in actual combat and give up
As expected, the maids around the eldest lady are all soft-spoken and cunning.
"My dear fellow Taoist, thank you for letting me." Yan Qing smiled gracefully, walked through the bamboo forest, and stood calmly on the competition stage.
But when Sun Ru took out his natal sword, Yan Qing froze in his tracks, realizing that his soul thread couldn't be used as a weapon at will. Soul thread was originally the most evil thing, and it could be used for self-protection. But it was a bit inappropriate to use it carelessly while standing on the competition stage.
Yan Qing was strangely silent for a while before he said to Heng Bai, "Wait, Elder Heng Bai, I realized I don't have a weapon."
All the students in Futai Academy were full of questions: "..."
You have joined the Wangqing Sect but you still don't have a weapon
Heng Bai was also furious: "Find it yourself!"
Yan Qing was planning to pick up a bamboo branch, but his eyes wandered around the ground and suddenly saw a corner of a white robe. Yan Qing was slightly stunned, and when he looked up, he saw Xie Shiyi and Xi Chaoyun standing at the end of the forest, quietly looking at the side.
Xi Chaoyun wore a plain face and a blue robe, smiling gently. Xie Shiyi, who was standing next to her, wore a jade crown and snow-white clothes, looking elegant and refined, with a calm gaze.
A few green leaves fell from the bamboo forest, dividing the sunlight.
Heng Bai fell in the pavilion, fanning himself with a fan to ward off the anger caused by Yan Qing, rolling his eyes to the sky: "If you want to do it, just go in with your bare hands. If you want to do it, just pick up a branch! What are you still wasting time for? How can you have the time to waste time at the Qingyun Conference? What are you waiting for the sky to drop a peerless magic weapon for you?"
The brothers next to him burst into laughter.
Yan Qing curled his lips and smiled, then walked quickly towards Xie Shiyi.
Heng Bai was unhappy: "Where are you going—"
As a result, everyone's eyes followed his back and saw the two people at the end of the bamboo forest, and they were all shocked.
They may never have the chance to meet Xie Shiyi, but no one is unfamiliar with Xi Chaoyun. The Grand Elder of Wangqing Sect, the thorn hairpin on his temples is transformed from an ancient sacred tree. In the late stage of transformation, the master of Caiyu Peak.
"Xi, Elder Xi?!"
Yan Qing ran over, his hair and sleeves curled with golden light and bamboo leaves, his eyes and eyebrows were smiling, and when he approached, there seemed to be a gust of green wind. He greeted Elder Xi first: "Elder Xi, hello."
Then, he smiled and looked at Xie Shiyi: "Xie Xianzun, can I borrow your sword?"
Xi Chaoyun was just about to say hello to him, but Yan Qing's next words frightened her so much that her gentle smile froze on her face, and her eyes were full of astonishment.
—Borrow, borrow a sword
Xie Shiyi said coldly: "Don't you have any weapons yourself?"
Yan Qing said in a cheerful tone: "Isn't my weapon shameful to be seen? Come on, come on."
Xie Shiyi looked at him indifferently, but the No Regret Sword slowly emerged from his sleeve. The No Regret Sword was an ancient divine weapon, and the tip of the sword to the blade was transparent and snow-white, and the hilt seemed to be condensed with blue frost.
Xi Chaoyun said hurriedly: "Du Wei is not allowed. The Buhui Sword is a divine weapon. If anyone else uses it, they will be attacked..."
But before she finished her words, Yan Qing had already taken the No Regrets Sword and held it in his hand. The moment it entered his hand, the No Regrets Sword was filled with murderous intent, but it quickly dissipated like a tide and fell asleep again.
"Thank you." Yan Qing smiled and turned around with his sword in hand. How could he enter the Wangqing Sect and live in Yuqing Peak? How could he keep his relationship with Xie Shiyi a secret in the sect? Anyway, he had no intention of hiding it.
Time comes like the wind, and goes like the wind.
Only Xi Chaoyun was left standing there frozen. He turned to look at Xie Shiyi, his eyes filled with surprise, shock, and deep disbelief.
She thought that Xie Shiyi's feelings for Yan Qing were those of an old friend, and that even if they became Taoist companions, they would still respect each other like guests.
She thought Du Wei was cautious and calm by nature, and could control everything within a proper range, including his emotions. She was just glad that Du Wei had some humanity in all his indulgences and abnormalities.
Until now, the No Regret Sword was directly handed over to Yan Qing.
Xi Chaoyun finally reacted.
It’s not just pure indulgence…
Her face turned slightly pale, and she asked softly, "Du Wei, you treat him."
Her voice trembled: "No, Du Wei... your ruthless way..."
Hearing this, Xie Shiyi pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, saying in a calm tone: "Uncle Master, you already know the answer, so don't ask."
Under the horrified gazes of his disciples, Yan Qing easily won the competition.
Evening, South City.
"The sword you held at that time was the Sword of No Regret?!"
“What does it feel like to hold the No Regrets Sword in your hand? Don’t all ancient divine weapons have sword spirits? How come you haven’t been attacked by it?”
Mingze had just come back to his senses from the shock of the day. The admiration in his eyes was about to overflow. He forgot all sense of propriety and started talking non-stop, asking questions.
"Also, why did Senior Brother Xie come here? Why did he lend you the Unregrettable Sword? Is it just a matter of fate between you and Senior Brother Xie?"
And then said.
"Xie, Senior Brother, you are worthy of being our chief disciple and the top of the Qingyun list. Your demeanor and bearing are worthy of respect."
"The person next to Senior Brother Bai Tian looks like Elder Xi."
He kept chattering away, and Yan Qing dragged the sleepy Buzhi as they walked and watched.
Xie Shiyi came to give him the pearl. He had given him the Immortal Alliance letter at the beginning. Because the pearl itself was pure and cold, Xie Shiyi removed it from him when he formed the infant. As for why the Unregrettable Sword did not backfire, it would not backfire if the master allowed it.
Nanzezhou's Nanshi is located in a dark alley, where the houses and walls are built very low. At night, red lanterns are hung high, night crows fly low, and butterflies and white moths come to life. Transactions in Nanshi are extremely secretive, so everyone who comes here wears a mask, which adds a ghostly color to it.
Yan Qing was looking at the things being sold on the streets of Nanshi. He realized that this place was indeed a well-known black market, with all kinds of strange things on the ground. Their functions were also incredible.
There was a crowded place ahead, so Yan Qing went over to join in the fun.
I found that he was an old man selling herbal medicine. There were all kinds of weird-looking herbs on the ground, and there was a sign next to it saying, "Cures all diseases."
These two shameless words aroused the interest of many people.
Everyone asked, "Your medicine can cure all diseases."
The old man who had closed his eyes to rest opened one eye and said, "Of course, these herbs were dug from the bottom of the sea by me in my nine lifetimes. They can cure all diseases and I will not cheat anyone, young or old."
—The bottom of the vast sea
Anyone who hears this will roll their eyes and curse, saying it's a rip-off.
But there is one person who doesn't.
She squatted on the ground, her white dress shimmering with pearls, and at first glance she was a young lady from a noble family. But her movements were very casual, she reached out and picked up a black herb, broke it into small pieces, and threw it directly into her mouth, chewing it.
The old man was so angry at her behavior that his eyes widened and he rushed over with his teeth bared: "Hey, what are you doing, little girl? How dare you eat secretly? - Spit it out! Spit it out!"
The girl in the white dress saw him rushing towards her, and quickly hugged her head and yelled, "I just want to taste it! I haven't tasted the inside, I just want to see what your drug is, why are you so excited?"
The old man was furious: "You haven't recovered yet? You know how expensive my medicine is. With the amount you took, I can't even afford to sell you for money!"
The woman in the white skirt spat out a ball of black grass and started to argue with him, "You're selling it at such a high price? Isn't it true that Lingxi grass is everywhere in Nanzezhou? Do you think that by painting it black, you can become a phoenix and raise the price? You are shameless!"
The old man was so anxious that he covered her mouth, just wanting to chase this unlucky girl away: "You little devil, you failed to cheat and now you start to talk nonsense and spit blood?! Oh, I will take care of you today on behalf of your parents!"
The woman in the white dress screamed in fear: "Ah, the liar is going to kill me to silence me!"
But before the old man could touch her, his hands were bound tightly by a black chain. A young man wearing a golden mask walked out of the darkness. He was tall, thin, with pale skin and a ghostly look, like an eternal shadow.
When the woman in the white skirt saw the person coming, she immediately stood up and shouted with grievance and joy: "Fei Yu!"
Yan Qing did not look at the man in the golden mask. He only saw the girl in the white skirt standing up. The hem of her skirt swayed slightly, revealing her ankle - there was no flesh and blood there, only a lonely white bone.
"Miss."
The young man named Feiyu spoke in a hoarse voice, and when the girl reached out to pull his sleeve, he took a step back respectfully.
The woman in the white dress seemed to have expected such a situation and stuck out her tongue: "It's boring."
Feiyu said: "Since it's boring, let's go back to the sect."
The woman in the white dress immediately shook her head: "No, it's not easy for you to come out here, I don't want to go back. I'm going to go crazy if I stay in that ghost pharmacy every day and there's no one to talk to!" She thought for a while and muttered: "Huh, I'd rather have a fight with that liar than go back and fight."
Her tone was brisk and her attitude delicate.
She looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl who was pampered by her family. But this image did not fit her.
The demeanor of her every move should be graceful, gentle and calm, not so willful and willful, as if she has not grown up.
Yan Qing fell on her ankles, which were only bones left, and then fell on her face. The white feather face decoration could not hide the hideous marks of the fire. Red scars, like parasitic insects, gathered on her cheeks.
"Feiyu Feiyu, is there an auction house here? Can you take me to have a look?" The girl was probably only in her teens, lively and innocent. Her eyes were clear and innocent, and she looked especially pure when she smiled.
Fei Yu was silent for a long time, then said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao, wherever you want to go, I will accompany you."
"Yeah." She clapped her hands happily, ignoring the trembling boss on the ground.
The black-robed monk next to the girl was at the Mahayana stage, so Yan Qing didn't dare to move forward rashly.
But from the half of the woman's face that was revealed, he had already guessed her identity. He was not unfamiliar with this face. On the contrary, this face was probably the first one he was familiar with when he came to Nanzezhou. She had a beautiful nose and red lips, and was exquisite and flawless. The only difference was that there was no mole on the tip of her nose.
Back then, she was on a flying boat at a fairy banquet, with her hair in the air and her skirt blooming with flowers, and she charmed everyone with her gentle words and smiles. Now, she is squatting on the ground in a dark black market, chewing on rotten herbs one mouthful at a time.
… She is Mirror Like Dust.
As early as on the way from Huichun Sect to Wangqing Sect, Yan Qing had asked Tianshu whether Jing Ruchen was there. Tianshu said no, but that year, he had probably disappeared and no one dared to inquire about it.
The Red Spirit Sky Fire crippled her legs and ruined her cultivation. Now she seems to have lost her memory. The gentle and amiable leader of the Fuhua Sect has now become a carefree young lady. I don't know whether it is fortunate or unfortunate.