Come to think of it, Long Qingcheng is an obsessive reader. He knows everything about astronomy and geography. He is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. If he gets too much, he will definitely focus on one thing and miss the other, and he will be incapable of doing anything else.
"How about you go and try to learn alchemy skills? Maybe you can be favored by some Xuanding boss?"
Qingyun smiled, but Long Fushi shook his head slightly.
"What? Are you just not interested in alchemy?"
"No, Master Zhu studied under Fei Lao, and his theoretical level is at the top of the mountain. It is not necessarily worse than the ordinary Grandmaster Xuanding. Besides, the sect is mainly alchemy, and the alchemy school exam is the big one. I don't want to attract too much attention."
Phew~
Qingyun smiled bitterly.
Emotional Sister Long doesn’t take those students who are working hard at all seriously!
But to be honest, even the young master himself can't figure out how high Long Fushi's alchemy attainments have reached.
It stands to reason that she is only at about the seventh level of the Yuan Hua Realm. At most, she can only refine human-level high-grade elixirs. After all, her own spiritual power and realm are there.
The so-called harmony of weapon strength, no matter how much knowledge you have, you can't carve porcelain without diamonds. This can be seen from the last time Long Fushi tried to refine the elixir with Wu Nian Lan Xin but unfortunately failed. two.
It's just that Beauty Long always makes decisions before taking action, never without aim. Her big eyes that are like blue waves make Qingyun unable to see the depth of this abyss.
"How about... looking for someone related to music?"
Qingyun tried to ask again.
"You really want me to take the school exam?"
"I want others to know how great you are."
Qingyun held Long Fushi's hand and said softly.
"Haha, it's enough for you to know."
Under the veil, her voice was as thin as a mosquito's moan, but her smile was exceptionally gentle.
The entire venue of the Climbing Heaven Meeting is centered on Yuquan City, and an extremely grand and complicated formation has been arranged with the Bagua Xiang. There is a unique cave inside. Entering from different entrances, what you see and hear are completely different.
Except of course A-Lian.
After all, with her delicate little nose, she can smell the smell of delicious food in the overwhelming aroma of medicine no matter how far away she is.
In the public, the intimacy between Long Fushi and Qingyun was relatively restrained. The two of them just walked side by side and enjoyed the entertainment, completely unlike those students and disciples on the stage who were risking their lives to come out on top.
After wandering around for less than half an hour, the two of them were far away from the large alchemy school nearby.
As Qingyun expected, near the end of the alchemy field, they finally saw a handsome and familiar burly figure.
If it wasn’t Shutong, who could it be?
A pair of azure eyes seemed to hide a passion wider than the sky, and his tall aquiline nose also made his sunny temperament particularly charming.
Some exotic appearances can make people think of words such as sinister and vicious at a glance. Even Shutong's physique is so burly that it is not human-like, just like a bear. If he is not a bandit, it is simply an inferiority.
But his energetic face is more youthful than the youngest Qingyun. It is no wonder that Feng Ziyu, the only daughter of Feng Yuqian, the master of Linglong Pavilion, has gradually become like a glue with him over time.
Of course, hidden in Shutong's heroic body is a heart that is very different from his appearance, rather twisted and slightly blunt.
At this time, Shutong unexpectedly became an invigilator in the alchemy field, and was meticulously grading the "quasi-alchemists" in the small circle on the spot.
"I've only been back for a few days, but Brother Shutong has already started participating in the sect's activities. This realization is quite impressive."
After all, the Climbing Heaven Meeting is an internal activity of Zhijing Dongtian. There are the most alchemy schools and the largest number of onlookers. There are also many alchemists from other sects who come here because of its reputation. Therefore, Qingyun and Long Fushi, who are watching in the distance, are even close Staring at Shutong, the other party didn't even notice.
"Well, it is said that Alchemist Yuhu is the mainstay of Zhijing Dongtian, but in fact, they are basically accomplished in their studies, and the sect cannot control much, while Alchemist Baoping has just transformed from a student to a genuine alchemist, whether it is The sect’s investment and their own sense of responsibility are both at their peak.”
Long Fushi smiled and said softly.
Ever since he became a monk, Qingyun's concept of time has become blurry and long. Although he and Shutong have not seen each other for several years, he feels that it is only a matter of days.
"Why didn't you see Mr. Yu?"
When he first woke up, Long Fushi once said that because of Feng Ziyu, Shutong still did not return to Xingzhi Palace to live, but still lived in the disciple dormitory in Jiangyundong.
Shutong was in charge of the exam and grading, and with Yu Shao's lively and fun personality, he would not miss this good opportunity to join in the fun.
"I heard that Ayu said that she and Hua Yumian are actually very close. After Feng Yuexian showed up, she went to Xingzhi Palace."
"Did you ask her to go?"
Qingyun frowned slightly and then asked.
"Yeah, but I didn't tell you everything about your plan. I just want to find out some details."
Long Fushi nodded.
"Hey, if I had known that Young Master Yu would come back, I wouldn't have let you personally be involved in the danger."
"It's nothing. Ayu's character is too impulsive. Entrusting her with such a heavy responsibility may increase risks."
"You are still thoughtful in writing poems."
Qingyun admired from the bottom of his heart.
While they were talking, the two of them saw that the crowd in front of them suddenly became crowded, and then involuntarily dispersed into two rows, as if to make way for something.
After a moment, a middle-aged man with three long beards under his chin and a neat and clean face stepped towards the two of them.
It is Mr. Fei’s disciple, Zhu Xianning!
Across the distant blue clouds, Zhu Xianning's face seemed to be smiling. Although there were many monks onlookers who didn't know who it was, his green jade pot robe was different from the high-ranking monks in the stands. The alchemists are exactly the same.
What's interesting is that everyone's thoughts at this time are surprisingly consistent.
Who is this stupid young man?
How could He De, a low-level monk in the Yuan Hua Realm, let the great alchemist in the Wind Control Realm take the lead in waving his hand? Why don't you go and say hello quickly?
Feeling the gazes and thoughts coming from all walks of life, Qingyun hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to him.
"Qingyun, wake up!"
"Yes, I heard from Fu Shi. Thank you very much, Master Zhu, for your diagnosis and treatment for me a few days ago."
"Hi~ It's just a little effort, so what's the point of thanking you?"
Zhu Xianning seemed to realize that he was attracting attention. He glanced at Shutong, who was attentive, and then took the initiative to pull Qingyun to a place with few people.
Although the Heaven Climbing Conference is held outside Yuquan City, for convenience, temporary pavilions will be set up in the venue for people to rest and communicate.
Of course, the number of these pavilions was not very large, so the monks with bright minds built simple sheds on their own. In addition to resting, they would also provide spiritual tea and precious meals, and at the same time sell some talismans, elixirs, etc. privately.
This will not only attract a lot of people, but also save a lot of water to be pumped to Zhijing Dongtian. It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone.
The alchemy master's strength may not be as good as that of ordinary monks, but when it comes to all kinds of small tricks, everyone is endless.
On the way to a rather elegant pergola, Qingyun saw Zhu Xianning's daughter-like fair and slender fingers waving a few times casually with a certain rhythm. In an instant, a wonderful rhythm came from around the three of them. Ripple away.
"Huh? This is..."
With a raised eyebrow, Qingyun turned his attention to Long Fushi beside him, because he could intuitively feel that the gazes from the surrounding people were instantly reduced.
Miraculously, this reduction in gaze is not about hiding one's body or forcibly changing the minds of others with spiritual thoughts, but rather that one's own "sense of presence" gradually weakens or even disappears, becoming less noticeable.
Even the melody dancing between Zhu Xianning's fingers does not have any sense of majesty and solemnity unique to the formation barrier, and seems to be purely casual.
But obviously, from Long Fushi's smiling and shaking head smile, Qingyun did not get any answer he wanted.
"Haha, it's just a small trick. If you are interested, I will teach you later!"
Zhu Xianning stroked his beard and smiled, not knowing why there was a little pride on his face.
"Thank you Master Zhu for your kindness. By the way, you didn't set up the formation just now, right?"
Qingyun asked curiously.
"Good eyesight, this is the power of law, the most mysterious original power in the world."
"Damn, the power of law! This is still a small trick..."
Qingyun complained in his heart, but this also reminded him of Xiao Qi's divine thoughts left in Luo Yun Sword when he first woke up in the endless void.
He remembered that Xiao Qi once said that the immortal punishment that imprisoned the black villain was born out of the law of chaos. It is a force more primitive than the law, like a rainbow bridge, connecting the avenue of heaven and earth.
"Master Zhu, I have heard that the power of law can only be mastered by immortals, and even immortals cannot master it. You are..."
Long Fushi also asked.
"You are right about the poem, but our alchemy master's daily practice is to remix and condense the powers of various different attributes, or to separate and eliminate them. After years of precipitation and a little bit of talent and luck, they will naturally become Able to understand these 'rules' that exist in heaven and earth all the time."
This statement immediately made Qingyun's mouth curl up in disdain, and at the same time he once again cursed: No wonder this old boy was so complacent before, his emotions were just to prove that he had extraordinary talents and excellent luck!
"Thank you Master Zhu for your advice."
Long Fushi nodded calmly, and after the three of them sat down in the pergola, Qingyun asked again:
"Master Zhu, is the so-called original power just like a monk's true essence, the source of all his own energy?"
"You can understand the law as the law of the operation of this world, such as why one plus one equals two. Now I have only touched the word 'equal to'. If one day I can ascend to immortality with the help of heaven, maybe I can Being able to change the result of 'two' to 'three' under the bright sun."
What Zhu Xianning said seems to be very straightforward, but it is a bit difficult to understand and retell it.
Even sensing the immortal punishment on Luo Yunjian, Qingyun suddenly felt a dizzying feeling in his heart.
It was obvious that this level of power far exceeded his current realm and understanding.
Fortunately, his immortal true spirit is also the body of the overlord inherited from the previous era. Fundamentally speaking, it is more ancient and mysterious than the so-called power of laws in this world. The feeling of dizziness only passed away briefly.
However, Zhu Xianning's statement reminded him of another problem.
Ding ding~: I'd like to apologize again. I haven't updated it recently. I really feel overwhelmed and unable to do it. Family and work already take up a large part of my time. As a result, my colleagues in the company have been sick and rested in the past two months, and there are so many things at once. Many, many.
I have always wanted to express the helplessness of the unpredictable world in my articles, but when "helplessness" happens around me, I truly understand that words are the most powerless expression.
Everything is fate, no one is responsible for anything, friends, cherish it!
