Seeing Ji Yuan's thoughtful look, Lao Long and the others tacitly kept silent. It was not until they were far away from Pozi Mountain and Ji Yuan returned to his normal self that Zhu Tingtao could not help but speak first.
"Mr. Ji, I will tell you straight, what kind of magic is the Song of Taoism? Mr. Ji knows my character and will never spy on your magic, but I hope you can tell me something. This method is really unheard of and unseen, too mysterious and magical!"
"Fellow Daoist Zhu is right, but if Mr. Ji doesn't want to say it, we won't mind."
Lao Long added this, obviously he was also curious. Although the old beggar and Ju Yuanzi didn't say anything, they had basically the same mentality.
Of course, although the four of them are eager to know the origin of that wonderful method, they will not delve into it if Ji Yuan does not want to talk about it. However, based on their understanding of Ji Yuan, he will probably tell him.
Sure enough, Ji Yuan did not keep people in suspense. He frowned for a moment, considered his words, looked around at the four people around him, and then spoke.
"Well, if I say that I just thought of some past events and then sang a piece of Taoist music based on them, would you believe me?"
Lao Long and others looked at each other. Ju Yuanzi frowned in thought, Zhu Tingtao stroked his beard and said nothing, Lao Long did not comment, and the old beggar forced a smile.
To be honest, among these four people, except Zhu Tingtao, the other three actually believed it. Even Zhu Tingtao, although he thought it was a bit ridiculous, did not think that an immortal cultivator like Ji Yuan would lie about this matter.
Fortunately, Ji Yuan didn't let them struggle for too long. After thinking it over, he felt that there was nothing left to say, so he started talking about a past event.
"In fact, a few years ago, I had the opportunity to see a book of divine power, called "Zhengde Baogong Lu"..."
Having said this, Ji Yuan deliberately paused and observed the expressions of the four people around him. Obviously, no one had heard of this book, so he continued.
"This book belongs to a country landowner, but the text is not well known. Although the landowner knows that the book must be a treasure, he is unable to study it, let alone do anything else."
Ji Yuan recalled his "green years" back then, when he was still a real novice in cultivating immortals. A lot of common sense about immortals came from "The Biography of the Outer Dao" and "The Comprehensive Strategy". He would be very cautious when meeting a City God. It's not that he doesn't respect the City God now, but that he really respected and feared him back then.
"I happened to pass by the landowner's territory and stayed at a farmer's house. The landowner saw that I looked like a cultivator, so he took the initiative to talk to me. Finally, he took out a book, hoping that I could help him solve his doubts. This gave me the opportunity to take a look at the book. I just sang because I recalled some words in the book, and I was moved and enlightened, so I sang it out."
Lao Long suddenly smiled and thought that this was indeed the way Ji Yuan acted. The others also nodded slightly upon hearing this. They understood in their hearts that although the "Zhengde Baogonglu" must be an extraordinary earth spirit book, the truly extraordinary one was still Ji Yuan.
"As expected of Mr. Ji, sometimes I really have to admit my admiration!"
Lao Long sighed, and the old beggar on the side felt the same way but didn't say it out loud. Ju Yuanzi said nothing more, and Zhu Tingtao felt like he had gotten to know Ji Yuan again, and always felt that there were many mysterious things about this Mr. Ji.
Of course Ji Yuan didn't know that Lao Long was muttering in his heart "This is very Ji Yuan" and spoke with a smile.
"I dare not accept such praise openly. I want to deduce and record it while I still remember the feeling."
These words were naturally spoken in a humble manner, but at the same time, there was also a hint of pride. It was certainly a coincidence that allowed Shi Youdao to return to the path of cultivation, but it was also enough to make Ji Yuan proud. That Taoist song did not have the power of the Heavenly Sword, nor the domineering and blazing Samadhi Fire, but it was an extraordinary achievement of another level, and was of great benefit to his cultivation, as it fell into the category of "enlightenment in one thought."
This is not only an opportunity for Shi Youdao, but also an opportunity for Ji Yuan.
Lao Long and the others' identities and personalities are clear, so they certainly wouldn't ask questions one after another. Moreover, Ji Yuan himself said that it was a spur-of-the-moment decision. As for the book "Zhengde Baogonglu", they are certainly curious, but they will definitely not dig into it to the bottom of it.
The direction they were heading now was back to Jiufeng Mountain. Something unexpected had happened during the treasure refining process, and they came to Pozi Mountain just to finish the unfinished business together. Now it was time to part.
As for Tu Siyan and those monsters, they had already escaped without a trace and must have tried their best to cover up their tracks. Even the old beggar and others could not do anything useful.
Although Ji Yuan and the other five people were not very busy people, it was impossible for them to run around looking for Tu Siyan. In Lao Long's words, "she is not qualified yet." They just kept this in mind for sure.
Three days later, at Ruanshan Ferry, which is under the jurisdiction of Jiufeng Mountain, everyone from Yuhuaishan boarded a ship. This time they took a ferry boat that operates within the Jiufeng Mountain boundary. From the leader Ju Yuanzi to the immortals such as Qiu Feng and Yang Ming, and to disciples such as Wei Yuansheng, everyone was there, except Ji Yuan.
"Master Ju, when will Mr. Ji be able to come back?"
Hearing Wei Yuansheng's question, Ju Yuanzi looked up at the white clouds somewhere in the sky. In the distance was the Jiufen Cave Heaven.
"It's hard to say, but this time we are going to deduce the heavenly book through writing. With Mr. Ji's ability and previous experience, it won't take too long."
"Then why don't we wait for Mr. Ji to finish his deduction and go back together?"
Qiu Feng on the side smiled.
"Who is it that keeps whispering in my ear that he misses his mother and father? The Immortal Tour Conference has ended, and the frequency of ferry services from various immortal gates will also drop significantly. If we miss this trip, it may take a year or two before the next one comes. Besides, we can't help Mr. Ji in any way here, and we are disturbing his peace."
Qiu Feng's words were not only true, but what best reflected it was the changes in Ruanshandu. With the end of the Xianyou Conference, it was obviously much quieter.
Wei Yuansheng scratched his head. Although he was smart, he grew up in an immortal sect and still retained some childishness. The six years in Jiufeng Mountain really bored him to death, so he just said "Oh" and didn't say anything more.
"start sailing-"
A distant voice of a monk from the Nine Peaks Mountain was heard, and the flying boat slowly rose into the air. Everyone first looked at the Ruanshan Ferry which was getting smaller and smaller, and then looked at the nine huge peaks in the sky until they could no longer see them.
After the flying boat sailed on the clouds for a while, Wei Yuansheng suddenly thought of something and asked Ju Yuanzi.
"Master Ju, who is Zhong Pingxiu? Why did Mr. Ji feel surprised and happy when he heard his name?"
This really stumped Ju Yuanzi. In fact, let alone Zhong Pingxiu, Ju Yuanzi had never heard of the name Wuliang Mountain, or at least it was not a well-known name.
"I don't know actually, but since Mr. Ji seems to care about it, it must be something serious. After all, if Wuliang Mountain is the name of the Immortal Residence, it wouldn't be easy to bear the name 'Wulian'."
After leaving these words, Ju Yuanzi looked into the distance again before turning around and going back to the guest house. Although the heavenly book was written by Ji Yuan, the five people who refined treasures certainly made considerable gains in these six years. He wanted to go back to practice and return to Yuzhu Peak of Yuhuai Mountain as soon as possible.
Not only the people from Yuhuaishan left, but also the old beggar and others, as well as Zhu Tingtao and the people from Xianxia Island. Of course, the old dragon, who felt uncomfortable in the land of Xianmen, also said goodbye and left.
However, before leaving, Xianxia Island, at Ji Yuan's request, sent someone to the capital of the Daxiu Dynasty to meet the old emperor who was now radiant.
Seeing the old emperor's appearance, the two immortals from Xianxia Island who came there also found it very funny. In the renovated Beijing Tianshi's office, they smiled and said a few words to the old emperor before leaving.
The gist of it is: Although we are here to see you at the request of Mr. Ji, you don't look like someone who is about to die. With this look now, I'm afraid you can live over a hundred years old. This is unprecedented among the emperors of Daxiu. It's better to be content!
After a series of trivial matters, now only Ji Yuan is left in Jiufeng Mountain. He is still in Xianlai Peak, or even in Yunxia Garden, because this is the place where he has been refining treasures and discussing Taoism for six years. People have dispersed, but the essence of Taoism still exists. It is most appropriate to deduce it into a book here, which is far from getting twice the result with half the effort.
However, Ji Yuan did not rush to start writing, but took out the "Sword Intent Letter" and prepared to start grinding ink.
As soon as this sword-intentioned post appeared, the living room in Yunxia Garden immediately became lively.
"Ah~~ The master finally let us out!"
"I'm so bored, it's been so many years!"
"Six years." "I know six years. I'm just sighing."
"You're just stupid, you don't know!" "I know!"
"You don't know!" "I know! You're stupid!"
"Stop arguing, I'm starving..."
"Master, we want to eat Jinxiangmo."
"Yes, yes, Master, please, I want to eat Jinxiangmo!"
Looking at the jumping small characters, Ji Yuan smiled and shook his head, put away the pine soot ink in his hand, stretched out his hand, and a line of golden scented ink flew out of his sleeve and landed on his palm. For a moment, all the small characters cheered.
When Lin Jian from Jiufeng Mountain came to Yunxia Garden with tea and meals, he saw from afar that Ji Yuan had ground ink and was writing something with a wolf-hair brush in his hand.
Lin Jian didn't dare to say anything. When Ji Yuan started to dip his brush in ink, he quickly walked to the door.
"Mr. Ji, you said that you won't start the book development in the next few days, so I came to bring you food and tea. I hope I didn't disturb you?"
Ji Yuan remembered the voice by heart, even though he had only met him once in the East China Sea. He immediately recognized it as Lin Jian, looked up at the person who came, and nodded.
"It's okay. We haven't started yet. Put the things on the table."
As he spoke, Ji Yuan dipped the brush in ink again and began to write. Every time the Golden Fragrance Ink Brush wrote a small character, the ink on that small character did not feel fresh. After looking at it several times, Lin Jian even had the illusion that the words seemed to be stretching, but upon closer inspection, there was no change.
After a slight hesitation, Lin Jian pretended to be very ignorant and asked.
"Mr. Ji, this book is already inscribed with words, why do you want to re-paint it with ink?"
Before Ji Yuan even opened his mouth, "Sword Intent" went viral.
"This person is too much. Master, please don't give us any ink!"
"You're going too far!" "That's right, we've been looking forward to this for years!"
“Hahahaha, look at him, he’s stunned!” “Hahahaha, really, he’s stunned!”
"He has definitely never seen a word or spoken a word." "And he's holding a Xianyou Conference, but he doesn't even have this much knowledge!"
“Hehehe…” “Hahahaha…”
Ji Yuan glanced at the copybook.
"quiet!"
The entire copybook suddenly became quiet.
Even though he was an immortal cultivator, Lin Jian subconsciously wanted to rub his eyes and ears, and looked intently at the "Sword Intent Post", but he couldn't see anything special at all. He doubted whether it was an illusion just now. However, as an immortal cultivator, he was in his own immortal sect and was not hit by any spell, so it was impossible for him to have an illusion.