Spring March.
Small bridge, flowing water, weeping willows on the shore.
The soft sunshine reflected a bright spring light on a pretty face.
A woman wearing a plain robe and a single ponytail walked onto the bridge carrying a flower basket.
Her eyebrows were picturesque, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she stood on the bridge with a bit of heroism and a graceful figure.
The men passing by couldn't help but look at her a few more times, with surprise in their eyes.
A few brave ones, relying on their status as one of the few in the late stage of Qi training in this town, had already walked towards the woman with a wicked smile.
"This fellow Taoist, would you like to be my Taoist companion? I will make you very comfortable."
One of them looked at the woman up and down, not hiding the desire in his eyes.
The woman turned back, her side face reflected in the sun, which made her look even brighter and more heroic, but there was a sneer on her face:
"You do not deserve."
"What did you say?!" Those people looked ugly and were about to take action. Suddenly, a person next to them stepped forward and stood in front of the woman:
"We, the righteous monks, should hoe the strong, help the weak, and uphold justice. How can you practice like this with your deeds?"
This man was wearing a Taoist robe, his hair was in a neat bun, and he had an upright look on his face. He stood in front of the woman and looked domineering.
However, the next moment, the man was knocked to the ground by these promiscuous monks.
"How dare you stand out with such a small level of cultivation?"
"court death!"
"Destroy his spiritual field!"
The three people laughed and were about to take action when a few lotus petals suddenly floated in the water under the bridge and passed by those people.
The movements of these people suddenly froze, and the expressions on their faces froze, as if they suddenly turned into several statues.
The man whose face was beaten with blood stood up and said loudly:
"The right path has its own help from heaven. Your evil deeds today have offended heaven. You and others"
"Fellow Taoist, you are injured. I have elixirs at home. Please come with me."
The heroic and pretty woman said to him gently.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist, I'm fine, eh?"
Before the man finished speaking, he found that he had followed the woman involuntarily.
He was surprised when the woman took him off the stone bridge and boarded a small boat on the shore.
The woman got on the boat, but the man stood on the shore and looked at her. The woman looked back and smiled:
"My home is on the other side. Fellow Taoist, I'm grateful for your help. I just want to heal your injuries and have no other intentions."
The woman's smile was as gentle as rippling water, making the man unable to look away for a moment.
The man got on the boat, and the woman picked up the oar, paddled it gently, opened her red lips slightly, and sang an unknown song:
"In March, I stand on the bridge admiring the lotuses. I just hope that my husband will take pity on me. The boat will go home along the river, and the spring breeze will make a happy marriage with the willows."
The woman's eyebrows were handsome, but her singing voice was gentle and melodious, which made the man intoxicated.
Even the bodies of the monks standing frozen on the small bridge behind them suddenly broke into several pieces, causing the surrounding people to scream in horror.
"Fellow Taoist, where did the lotus flowers come from in March?"
After the woman finished singing, he couldn't help but ask.
The woman rowed the oar, the water gurgled, the boat was leisurely, and she smiled at him:
"It was there just now, didn't you see it?"
The man scratched his cheek, cupped his hands and said:
"This fellow Taoist has not yet asked for his name."
The woman put down the oar, smoothed the slightly messy black hair on her forehead, cupped her hands and said:
"Sheng Tanglian."
"When spring and summer meet, Tanglian blooms." The man praised: "What a name."
A smile appeared on his face and his voice was clear:
"My name is Zhen Yangzi."
In the dilapidated Taoist temple, the light faded away.
The light curtain showing the past image disappeared in mid-air.
"Sheng Tanglian?! Zhenyangzi?!"
"Could it be the colorful bones of the two of them?"
Liusu exclaimed, and Si Minglan was also stunned.
"It's actually Zhen Yangzi, the founder of Zhenyang Sect, and Sheng Tanglian, the master of Qinglian Sect?"
"That's not right. Sheng Tanglian was killed by Zhenyangzi, and it is possible that the colored bones were left behind. But the founder of Zhenyangzi has already ascended? How could there be colored bones left behind?"
The aura and memory of the great powers during their lifetime are retained in the colored bones, and sometimes the scenes that were engraved in their deepest memories during their lifetimes will appear, just like what happened just now.
What appeared in the light curtain was obviously the scene when Sheng Tanglian and Zhen Yangzi first met.
From the looks of it, Zhen Yangzi was just a low-level casual cultivator at that time, while Sheng Tanglian was already very proficient in Tanglian Jue.
There was a world of difference between the two of them, but I don't know why Sheng Tanglian was so gentle to Zhen Yangzi.
While everyone was in shock, two intersecting colored bones separated in mid-air and turned into two rainbows, flying towards Qiu Zhihe and Mo Xiaolan.
Qiu Zhihe raised his hand slightly and grabbed a piece of colored bone. When he picked it up, he saw that it looked like a lotus.
Noila Mo also subconsciously stretched out her hand to catch the other piece. When she lowered her head, she saw that it was shaped like a begonia.
"Cai Gu recognizes his master?"
Si Minglan looked at this scene in surprise.
The great powers have fallen, and those who have left behind colorful bones may have supernatural powers, but most of them have no intelligence.
Only a very small number of colored bones can retain some of the almighty's spiritual wisdom due to chance.
However, the intelligence left behind is extremely limited, with only some instinctive actions and no independent consciousness.
It is extremely rare for Cai Gu to take the initiative to recognize his master like this now.
Fang Xue remembered the records about colored bones she had learned at the Monk’s Spiritual Academy:
"The color bone recognizes its owner, perhaps because the person recognized as the owner has a deep connection with the owner, either by blood or the same skills."
Qiu Zhihe held the Caigu in his hand and said calmly: "There is also a possibility that the spiritual power in the Caigu is surging and urgently needs to be vented, so the master is chosen at random."
What would Qin Gengyun think if the Caigu of the Qinglian Sect’s master from five hundred years ago chose her?
Will she doubt her identity?
Fang Xue was startled, then nodded and said, "Sister Qiu is right, there is indeed such a possibility."
While they were talking, they saw that the colored bones in the hands of Qiu Zhihe and Mo Xiaolan suddenly dimmed, no longer shining, and turned into ordinary bones.
"How is this going?"
Everyone was stunned, but they had never heard of such a situation.
Noila Mo thought for a while and handed the colored bone to Qiu Zhihe: "This colored bone should not be destined for me. You and Qin Gengyun are loving husband and wife, so why don't you each hold one, which can be regarded as a token between husband and wife."
Qiu Zhihe shook his head: "The Caigu has chosen you, and it is yours. No matter it is Sheng Tanglian or Zhenyangzi, it cannot be rejected or escaped."
Noila Mo was silent for a moment and nodded: "I understand."
Liusu watched from the side and snickered.
The saint is speaking seriously now. In fact, I don't know how nervous she was just now. She was afraid that her uncle would know that she and Sheng Tanglian had the same skills.
But this Mo Xiaolan is a bit strange. The goddess statue in the Taoist temple looks so similar to her.
Cai Gu also chose her.
The saint's love rival seems not to be simple.
I just don’t know if the colored bone in her hand belongs to the leader of the Sheng Tanglian Sect, or to that scumbag Zhen Yangzi?
Wait, the saint is practicing the Qinglian Sect technique, so the piece of colored bone chosen for her naturally belongs to the leader of the Shengtanglian Sect.
The piece in Noila Mo's hand definitely belongs to the scumbag Zhen Yangzi!
So, Mo Xiaolan is a descendant of Zhen Yangzi?
(End of chapter)
