"Daoist companion?" Jing Ruyu's expression showed a crack, and her voice rose, revealing shock.
"Yes." Qin Changxi nodded, speaking solemnly: "According to Elder Chengying of Liuguang Sect, Xie Ying's Taoist companion has mediocre aptitude, low cultivation, and has not yet established a foundation. Perhaps we can help him."
Jing Ruyu's face was gloomy: "Then I should have seen him."
Qin Changxi: "Hmm?"
Jing Ruyu said, "Is it a young boy?"
Qin Changxi raised his eyebrows: "Yes. Where did you see it?"
Jing Ruyu said calmly, "Qingle City." After she finished speaking, she raised her eyes. Her thin willow-shaped eyebrows were as cold as a knife blade, and her almond-shaped eyes were deep. "Xie Ying stayed by the young man's side, not leaving his side. Third Master Qin, do you think this is Xie Ying's character?"
Qin Changxi smiled and said, "It is because his personality is not like Xie Ying's that this shows how important this young man is to him."
Jing Ruyu's eyes were full of mockery, and she sneered, "No, I mean. Is it like his character to expose his weakness so blatantly in front of us?"
Qin Changxi was stunned.
Jing Ruyu said calmly: "If Xie Ying really cared about someone, how could he let you and me know. This person might be deceiving."
Qin Changxi said: "What does Master Jing mean?"
Jing Ruyu said indifferently: "Either, that boy is Xie Ying's bait to lure you and me; or, that boy is inherently dangerous."
Qin Changxi shook his head decisively: "No. I have investigated the young man's background very clearly. His name is Yan Qing, and he is the son of the elder of the Huichun Sect. He has been spoiled since childhood, arrogant and domineering, and has a simple mind. There is no such thing as being possessed by another body."
There seemed to be a smile on the corners of Jing Ruyu's lips, but those red lips were also bent into a real arc.
"Mr. Qin San investigated so thoroughly, but does he have a plan?"
Although Qin Changxi is the future ruler of Qin, he is not yet the true heir to the throne after all.
Although he can be on good terms with Yin Lie, he does not have his father's rights and status with Jing Ruyu.
Although the nine major sects in the Upper Heaven had objections to the four hundred and eighty temples, they would never take the initiative to get close to Qin Yu and were still led by the Nan Zezhou Immortal Alliance.
Qin Yu had only made friends with Fuhua Sect and Liuguang Sect in the past hundred years. In these two sects, Yin Lie and Jing Ruyu had completely different personalities.
Yin Lie is eager for quick success and is stubborn and self-centered, while Jing Ruyu is meticulous and cautious in every step.
Qin Changxi's silver fox mask lower lip slightly curved, and said: "Master Jing, don't worry, since you are wary of this young man, we will not ask you to take action yourself. Changxi just wants to make a suggestion to the master: the Qingyun Conference is divided into two rounds. The first round is a ring competition to determine the top 500. In the second round, how about the master opening the Fuhuamen Tinglan secret realm?"
Jing Ruyu raised her eyebrows: "Tinglan Secret Realm?"
Qin Changxi: “Yes.”
The Tinglan Secret Realm was where a supreme elder of the Fuhua Sect came to raise poisonous insects. It was a dangerous place with poisonous insects and wild beasts everywhere. After the elder's death, the secret realm has been abandoned.
Qin Changxi said: "The rules of the second round are to see who can get out of the Tinglan Secret Realm first."
Jing Ruyu had no interest in the rules at all, and only asked: "Are you going to tamper with the secret realm?" She reminded him: "At the Qingyun Conference, the nine major sects will send a supreme elder to follow and confirm the safety of the disciples. The cultivators in the Cave Void Stage are not so easy to deal with."
Qin Changxi smiled and said, "Master Jing, don't worry, I'm not that stupid."
The mirror is like a jade, smiling, but the smile does not reach the eyes, and no words are spoken.
Qin Changxi held a folding fan and bowed to her. His face became serious and he said slowly, "Master Jing, if you want to kill Xie Ying, you can't do it without taking any risks."
Jing Ruyu raised her hand to smooth down her hair, and after a moment of silence, she spoke softly, "Okay, I promise you. But if the nine major sects find out, I won't save you."
Qin Changxi stood up, his eyes curved under the silver fox mask: "Don't worry, I know what to do."
Before he left, he took a look at the colored glaze bead on the plaque of Xuanji Palace. It was as clear as jade and full of brilliance.
Qin Changxi was a little curious, but the fire in Xuanji Hall was a taboo in Fuhua Sect, and Jing Ruyu was suspicious by nature, so he didn't dare to ask and could only give up. Qin Changxi liked pearls and jade all his life, and he would always notice these first wherever he went.
The Qingyun Conference is a grand event that takes place once every 100 years. This time, the venue is set at Fuhua Sect. In addition to Tianshu, the elder in charge, Wangqing Sect will usually send a supreme elder to maintain order. Le Zhan was still hesitating about who to send, but he thought that Du Wei actually volunteered to go.
Le Zhan: “…”
I don't think so, it must be because of that "disciple's wife" who insisted on attending the Qingyun Conference.
One of the important reasons why Wangqing Sect has always been ranked first among the nine sects is that it has three cultivators in the Spiritualization Stage. The other sects usually have only one: either the Sect Master or a great elder who has never left the world.
Even if one reaches the Cave Void Stage, he will be feared by all living beings. Looking at the entire cultivation world, there are only fifty cultivators in the Cave Void Stage, and they can be counted. Even in the Forget Love Sect, there are only seven inner peak masters.
Le Zhan frowned: "Du Wei, are you really going to Fuhuamen?" The relationship between Du Wei and Jing Ruyu was as hostile as fire and water, and the entire Upper Heaven saw it. On the night of bloodshed in Xiaoyu Palace, the three heads rolling on the ground tore apart all the calm appearances.
Xie Shiyi: “Yeah.”
Le Zhan was in a complicated mood for a moment: "If anything happens, contact me directly."
Xie Shiyi said calmly: "Okay."
He turned his gaze towards the center of Tianxiang Palace, where a token was suspended in the endless golden light. It was made of pure black stone, simple and unadorned without any fancy carvings, and on it were words written in blood.
Le Zhan followed his gaze and explained, "This is the token that friend Yan Qing sent back to the sect."
Xie Shiyi stretched out his hand from his snow-white sleeves, and in an instant, the token came out of the golden array of Tianxiang Palace, rolled up with icy blue spiritual power and fell into his hand.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the word written in blood: I wish to become a Taoist partner with the Immortal Venerable Du Wei.
Xie Shiyi smiled softly.
Le Zhan sighed and said, "This is originally the gift of Yan Qing's friend. He is with you now. If you want it, take it."
Xie Shiyi: "Thank you, Master."
Yuqing Peak at night.
Yan Qing was bored and was playing with red string. Although Mingze repeatedly told him to prepare more elixirs and spells before going to Fuhuamen, which might be useful in the competition on the ring. But Yan Qing was a pauper when he was reborn. Not to mention elixirs and spells, he even had to sharpen his sword by himself. Plus, he was upset now and had no time to think about this.
Bu Zhi saw him playing with wool and getting sleepy, so he dropped his head and fell asleep beside Yan Qing's hand.
Yan Qing tied the red thread into a knot between her fingers. When she found out, she cursed "obscure" under her breath, raised her hands to the light and began to untie it herself.
By the time he finished untying the knot, it was already midnight.
But Xie Shiyi came back.
Yan Qing glanced out the window from time to time.
The cold moonlight shines on the snow-capped mountains, the cold plum blossoms reflect the snow, the empty and lonely place has no visitors.
For a moment, I didn't know whether I felt more relieved or disappointed.
The next day.
The only disciples from Futai Academy who participated in the Qingyun Conference were Yan Qing and Mingze.
As a fledgling, Mingze was nervous and expectant, and followed Yan Qing closely.
Before Tianshu took them to the venue, he praised them, saying, "You two are able to participate in the Qingyun Conference at Futai Academy, which shows that your qualifications are unmatched."
Heng Bai next to him immediately sneered disdainfully.
Some people are truly one-of-a-kind in talent, while others are one-of-a-kind by relying on gigolos.
Tianshu secretly patted the back of Hengbai's hand, his eyes dissatisfied, and warned loudly: "We are about to go to Fuhuamen, you better act like an elder."
"Oh." Heng Bai rolled his eyes, annoyed that he was nagging, and strode forward towards the sect's martial arts training platform.
Mingze had already noticed something was wrong, so he asked Yan Qing cautiously, "Brother Yan, why do I feel like Elder Hengbai seems to be targeting you?"
Yan Qing said lazily: "Remove the word 'seemingly'. He is indeed targeting me."
Mingze was puzzled: "Why? Brother Yan, you have outstanding talents and a good personality, why is Elder Hengbai targeting you?"
Yan Qing thought: Because I defiled the Chief Senior Brother who was so unattainable in his heart.
Yan Qing smiled and said indifferently: "The thoughts of a great master are unfathomable."
Mingze frowned, feeling particularly depressed for him, and muttered, "That can't be the case."
Yan Qing smiled and thought: Futai Academy might be the simplest place in the entire Wangqing Sect.
Talent is often the easiest thing to breed resentment and jealousy. He was a cultivator from a remote and desolate place, originally the loser with the lowest cultivation level in the academy, but overnight his cultivation level suddenly improved by leaps and bounds, becoming a leader, on par with Mingze.
Mingze's first reaction was surprise.
In the world of cultivation that overly worships geniuses, those who can always keep their original intentions are either the true chosen ones who rise straight to the top and crush everyone, or the silly and innocent ones who are always happy and open-minded.
Mingze is the former. In a sense, considering Hengbai's age, he should be considered the former.
The Wangqing Sect has more than 300 peaks, with thousands of people in each peak. Even if these tens of thousands of people are simple-minded when they first enter the sect, they will no longer be so simple as they gain experience.
When he arrived at the martial arts training platform, Yan Qing finally saw the other Wangqing Sect disciples outside the Futai Academy.
There were old and young, male and female, all wearing the Taoist robes of the Forget Love Sect, blue and white shirts, with silver swords on their waists. The females were elegant and graceful, and the men had an immortal look.
Mingze was called away just as he walked over. The person who called him was a cultivator. He was in the 10th stage of the Nascent Soul stage, with a beautiful appearance, but his words were quite serious: "Mingze, come here."
"Senior sister?"
Mingze said to Yan Qing embarrassedly: "Brother Yan, that's my senior sister from Jing Shuangfeng. I'll go over first."
Yan Qing nodded: "Okay."
The disciples of Wangqing Sect basically gathered together at their own peaks. Although Yan Qing was stationed at Yanfan Peak in Tianshu, he had never practiced at Yanfan Peak and didn't know anyone there. Tianshu had its own things to do, so Hengbai was dragged over to count the number of people.
Thus, on the bustling martial arts arena, Yan Qing was the only one left holding a dark bird, all alone, becoming the most unique presence.
Many people were secretly looking at him.
Yan Qing had long been accustomed to being the center of attention, and even smiled at them with interest. The young man had red lips and white teeth, and smiled gently. His facial features were gorgeous, but his eyebrows and eyes were full of charm. He was holding a fierce and evil black bird in his arms, which added a bit of weirdness to his indescribable beauty.
Everyone looked away expressionlessly.
As for who this person is, he has a more or less idea in his mind. When Yan Qing followed Xie Shiyi into the Forget Love Sect, there were many people on the martial arts training platform. Le Zhan and Xi Chaoyun personally greeted him, and no one would forget it.
They didn't know about the Purple Sky Token, so their impression of Yan Qing was that he was a dull cultivator from the next generation. According to rumors, he was actually related to Senior Brother Xie? It was ridiculous!
A young man in the crowd stared at Yan Qing and said faintly, "I remember when he first joined the Wangqing Sect, he hadn't even established his foundation yet."
The senior fellow next to her could hardly hide his jealousy: "How many miraculous medicines must one have taken to achieve such a level of cultivation?"
The young master sneered and said, "I'm really envious. The last person who relied on elixirs to build up his cultivation was Yin Wuwang from Liuguang Sect. He was just a superficial worker, but once he made a move, you could tell he was just an utter wretch."
"That's true."
Everyone was talking about Yan Qing in secret. Those who could enter the Wangqing Sect were all geniuses. They looked down on Yan Qing the most because he was just a good-looking fool. He had mediocre talent and took shortcuts in his cultivation. He entered the sect in an ignominious way, which was shameful.
Buzhi looks evil and ferocious, but he is actually a naive person when he speaks. He rolls his red eyes and says, "I see they are all together. Do you want to sneak in? It's so embarrassing to be alone."
Yan Qing said lazily: "No, masters are always lonely."
The Qingyun Conference is a good opportunity to shine. Almost all the monks under the age of three hundred from the Wangqing Sect will participate, as they are at an age where they are not calm enough and innocent enough.
There are a large number of people, and for the sake of local management, they go to Fuhua Gate in groups of peaks, taking flying boats.
Tianshu was reading out a list: "Songshan Peak, Baosong Peak, Yiqing Peak, board the first cloud boat." All the disciples followed the arrangement and dispersed like a tide to board the hundreds of cloud boats parked in the empty space.
In the end, Yan Qing was the only one left.
Yan Qing was frustrated and asked Tian Shu curiously, "Elder, what about me?"
Thousands of Wangqing Sect disciples on the cloud boat suddenly showed all kinds of strange expressions, disdain in their hearts, and mockery on their faces.
Anyway, most of them just wanted to watch the show and see Yan Qing make a fool of himself, while at the same time thinking: Even if he joins the sect, who will acknowledge his identity
Tianshu smiled and said, "Master Yan, you are not with them."
Yan Qing: "Ah? Then who should I go with?"
Tianshu said as a matter of course: "You are naturally with Du Wei."
Yan Qing: “…”
Yan Qing couldn’t laugh: He doesn’t want it!
When Yan Qing sees Xie Shiyi now, his mind is probably filled with thoughts of that mole!
He immediately went to ask Tianshu for help, with a rather twisted smile: "What the hell is this! Elder Tianshu, I have already joined the Yanfan Peak, please let me follow you. Elder, Elder Tianshu?"
Tianshu was confused by his action: "Huh?"
Heng Bai rolled his eyes and was about to mock him for being ungrateful, but he quickly remembered the obscene books Yan Qing read in class and stopped talking immediately.
—Yan Qing is alone with Senior Brother Xie, and his mind might be full of those dirty things!
Not wanting Senior Brother Xie, who was as gentle as the wind and moon, to be secretly fantasized about by such a person, Heng Bai could only swallow the humiliation and said, "Tianshu, let him take a boat with me."
Yan Qing's opinion of him disappeared instantly. She looked at him as if he had seen a savior, her eyes shining and she said sincerely, "Elder Hengbai, you are too kind. You used to roll your eyes at me every day!"
Heng Bai: “…”
Heng Bai couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Everyone on the Yunzhou who was waiting to see Yan Qing's show was stunned. Although cultivators could send out their spiritual senses to hear from a thousand miles away, they did not dare to act recklessly with Heng Bai and Tian Shu around.
So, although they were far away and could not hear the conversation, they could see Yan Qing talking to the two Mahayana elders calmly and without any restraint.
In their imagination, the boy is definitely going to run into a wall, right
Tianshu was a good guy, but Hengbai was not easy to get along with. Although Elder Hengbai had a cute baby face, all the disciples in the sect knew that this young and vigorous Mahayana elder was arrogant in his bones.
As a result, just a few words from that young man were enough to make Elder Heng Bai's eyes roll back and forth.
Everyone: “…”
Tianshu was in a dilemma, and seeing his firm attitude, he said helplessly: "Okay."
Yan Qing let out a long sigh and smiled sincerely: "Thank you, Elder Tianshu! You are such a kind person. It is my great honor to be able to join your Yanfan Peak! I am so lucky!"
As soon as Yan Qing finished speaking, a familiar cold voice came to his ears.
Accompanied by a low sneer, the words were cold and heartless.
"Oh, so it's so shameful to be a disciple of Yuqing Peak?"