The strength of the Xianzong is the highest in the land of gods and demons. There are countless strong people in the sect, and there are as many as the powerful people above the nine heavens. Even the demons who have been hostile from generation to generation will never dare to come to the headquarters of Xianzong to make trouble, so in the ordinary life of endless years, the inspection of Xianzong is becoming more and more sparse.
On this day, two rays of light flew, one tall and yellow complexion, the other as thin as wood and black as iron, and fell to the ground far away. Several Xianzong cultivators guarding the entrance glanced at them and saw that the two of them had a mediocre cultivation base, and they flew out of the sect, and they didn't care at all.
One of the monks said lazily: "Who? Where are you going?"
The tall cultivator saluted, "Brother, the two of us are the logistics disciples of Ling Tianfeng. We have been ordered to go out to purchase some items. This is our warrant."
As he spoke, he took out a jade slip.
The inspection cultivator took it and swept away the purchase warrant. He threw the token over, "Okay, you must come back within a month, hurry up."
"Thank you, brother!"
The tall cultivator cupped his hands, pulled the thin cultivator and flew out of the mountain gate, and a few flashes disappeared at the end of his sight.
"When did Ling Tianfeng accept such two strange flowers, they are very strange."
"Don't care what others do... But these two are really ugly."
"Haha, especially the thin one, he can ward off evil spirits by hanging it on the door!"
After a while, two rays of light flew out from the periphery of Xianzong and landed in a valley. The skinny monk snorted coldly, which was completely different from his appearance, and his voice was particularly clear and sweet, "It's all your bad idea, stay in the sect. How good, I have to run away!"
The tall cultivator turned to look at it, and laughed loudly: "If you really look like this, maybe you really have the effect of warding off evil spirits!"
"You..." The skinny cultivator was in a hurry, a flash of light flashed on his body, and in a blink of an eye, Ning Lingjiao's angry face was revealed. There was a burst of bones on the opposite side, and the tall cultivator with a yellow complexion was Qin Yu.
"Let's go, come to the land of gods and demons for all these years, I haven't seriously looked at this world, you should be similar to me, right? Just take this opportunity, let's relax."
Ning Ling snorted softly, turned her head and walked out.
"Hey, wait for me!"
"Don't wait!"
Bickering, the two figures gradually disappeared.
Not far away, on a sturdy tree branch, the kingfisher, who watched the two go away, flashed a flash of inspiration in his eyes, flapped his wings and followed.
Ziyue sat in the palace and looked up at the light curtain in front of her. Inside was the back of Qin Yu and Ning Ling walking away hand in hand, her eyes were cold.
"Master, do you need a disciple to arrange for Junior Sister Ning Ling to come back as soon as possible?" the next female cultivator said respectfully.
Ziyue said lightly: "Be optimistic about Ning Ling, as long as it's not too much, just let her go... Just take it, this seat left her, the last memory."
"Yes, Master."
There is no other force at all where Xianzong is located. All the monks living here have various connections with Xianzong. Therefore, it is very peaceful here, and there are hardly any monks fighting. It is like a pure land and a paradise. Qin Yu can hardly believe that the land of gods and demons still exists, such a suitable place to live.
After he and Ning Ling changed back to their deities, in order to avoid trouble, they still made some simple disguises, but even so, Ning Ling's charm still brought them some small troubles.
However, with the current cultivation of the two of them, it is natural and easy to deal with, and it is only regarded as a small episode in the game. After being teased a few times by Qin Yu, Ning Ling simply asked Qin Yu for the black robe, and the whole person was shrouded in it, finally being clean.
Beside the mountain stream, build a bonfire, catch a few fish and shrimp, pass it on a branch and roast it, eat a delicious and delicious bite, and take a breath of the breeze.
As night fell, under the shining stars, with the sky as the bed and the ground as the bed, lying together quietly, facing each other head to head, listening to each other's quiet breathing.
In a peaceful town, sitting hand in hand under the tea shed, watching the children playing not far away, sweat dripped from their heads, leaving a series of laughter like silver bells.
In a blink of an eye, a month is about to pass, Qin Yu and Ning Ling are at peace with what they see and move forward with their hearts.
The hearts of the two people, unknowingly, are getting closer and closer.
Under the tea shed, Qin Yu took a sip of rough country tea, tasted the roughness and bitterness in the mouth, and smiled: "Senior sister, we should go back."
Ning Ling said softly, "Time flies so fast... Then, let's go."
Getting up and putting down the tea money, Qin Yu grabbed Ning Ling's hand, and the two took one step forward.
"Ah! It's a fairy!"
"Immortal, please accept me as a disciple!"
The owner of the tea shed grabbed the silver coin on the table, his face flushed with excitement, and it seemed that he had decided to treat the silver coin as a family heirloom.
Above the clouds, Ning Ling glanced down at the last stop of the trip, with a look of loss on his face, "Qin Yu, will we come back again?"
Qin Yu took her in his arms and said with a smile: "This time when I return to Xianzong, I will work hard to cultivate the Hunyuan Yiqi Art to the highest level. After that, you and I will never be separated!"
Ning Ling nodded vigorously.
A day later, the two of them changed their appearances and returned to the Immortal Sect successfully under false identities. As for what happened next... Two people who don't exist at all, who wants to check who will go.
"Come on! I hope that when I leave the customs, you have achieved the sea!"
Qin Yu said with a smile, turned around and strode into the secret training room, Shimen quietly fell, blocking Ning Ling's eyes from the outside. She felt a little trembling in her heart, looking at the tightly closed Shimen, she felt a little uneasy for some reason.
After hesitating again and again, Ning Ling did not retreat, but sat cross-legged outside Qin Yu's practice room.
"Mountain Master, do you want to practice here?" The maid looked embarrassed.
Ning Ling said lightly: "I will explain this matter to Master, you all go down."
"Yes."
The maids turned and left.
Soon, Ziyue avatar came, "Teacher, your cultivation has reached a critical moment, how can you waste your time here?"
Ning Ling stood up and saluted, with a light expression, "The eighth level of the Primordial Qi Art is extremely crucial. After completing the cultivation, a breath of innate energy will directly impact the ninth level. The disciple is not at ease, and please ask the master to agree."
Ziyue frowned slightly, and was about to say something, when Ning Ling interrupted, "The disciple has made up his mind, so there is no need for Master to say anything."
Ziyue sighed, "Okay, it's up to you."
Swah—
She disappeared.
"Thank you, Master." Ning Ling turned around and sat down, glanced at the tightly closed stone gate, and slowly closed his eyes.
One month, two months... one year... two years...
Soon, it was Qin Yu's third year of seclusion.
Ning Ling sat alone outside the training room, her white dress was spotless, and her beauty became more and more thrilling.
Suddenly, her eyes opened and she looked up at the sky with surprise on her face.
rumbling—
Between the heavens and the earth, the roar of the river suddenly sounded, and the endless spiritual power of the heavens and the earth gathered from all directions.
With such a large number, the essence is completely condensed, as if there are really countless long rivers under the sky!
These long rivers of spiritual power meet in the sky and turn into two huge lakes.
The big lake on the left is pure white, and the big lake on the right is pitch black. There are surging waves in both lakes, rolling and roaring.
All these waves, and even the Great Lake itself, are formed by the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Black and white are diametrically opposed, but they attract each other.
Ning Ling's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the scene in front of him was the sign of the eighth-level completion of the Hunyuan Yiqi Art. When the black and white lakes merged into one, it represented the consummation of the innate energy, and the ninth level was completed.
This is also the Hunyuan Yiqi Art. Another strange thing is that the first eight layers are all preparation, accumulation, and momentum. When it reaches the ninth layer, it is like a volcanic eruption, pushing itself into the ninth layer in an instant.
But in the same way, this ninth layer is also the whole of the Hunyuan One Qi Art, and the most dangerous place to practice is. The force of the confrontation is enough to tear the cultivator practicing this method into pieces in an instant, destroying both body and spirit.
"Qin Yu, you can definitely! I'm waiting for you to get out of the customs! It's definitely possible!" Ning Ling's voice was low and only he could hear it.
Swah—
Ziyue's figure appeared in mid-air, and she took a step forward and landed in front of Ning Ling, "Dude, you don't have to worry, you can cultivate the Hunyuan Yiqi Art to the eighth level of perfection in ten years. Qin Yu is very suitable for this practice. Integrating Yin and Yang Qi to achieve the ninth level, there should be no problem."
Ning Ling saluted, "I hope it will be as Master said."
Ziyue looked at the sky, the huge lake formed by the condensed yin and yang, and her eyes showed a trace of complexity, which immediately turned cold.
Qin Yu's ending cannot be changed. She does have some regrets, but it is not wrong for her to do so.
Ning Ling is destined to become the master of the Nine Heavens Mirror Moon Palace, and it is impossible to have personal love. Her only mission is to live for the sect.
The accident in Ningling Cave's mansion attracted countless eyes in Xianzong, all of them were shocked and inexplicable. I don't know what the woman with the blood of the gods did.
Tens of miles away, on another tall and straight mountain, Wen Ren Dongyue bowed his head slightly and stood behind a middle-aged man. , full of the flavor of the years.
"It's started." The middle-aged man sighed softly, "Dongyue, do you know that this son has cultivated the Hunyuan Qi Art in ten years, which has surpassed all records in the sect. It’s even worse. Ziyue is already remorseful, but it’s a pity that the Hunyuan Yiqi Art has already been incomplete, so she can only go to the end.”
"In the end, it's this junior's bad luck, but for you, it's a god-given opportunity. If you can win the favor of Ning Ling, you will definitely have a place in the Xianzong after a thousand years."
Wen Ren Dongyue bowed, "The disciple must do his best to win the approval of Junior Sister Ning Ling, and live up to the teacher's cultivation of me."
The middle-aged man smiled, "I, Han Chengping, have limited opportunities in this life, and it is impossible to peep at higher levels. Dongyue, you have an advantage over me, so remember to seize every opportunity. If you fail in the end, it is not this seat that will fail you. , but just yourself."
Wenren Dongyue solemnly said yes.
"Take a good look, this is the fall of a star that could illuminate an era. I hope his death can become a stepping stone to help you reach the sky step by step."
Wen Ren Dongyue's eyes flickered, looking at two majestic lakes in the distant sky, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Qin Yu, you are indeed unexpected, but this is not a fair competition. Today you will die, and I will replace you and become the man next to Junior Sister Ning Ling.