The fifth day of the Lao country’s guest of honor day.
It started to rain.
The spring is cold and cold.
The wind is miserable and the rain is cold.
People gathered at Lanling Lake, setting up tarps and holding umbrellas on the spot. And the city lords from all over the place also came in droves, inevitably greeting each other and walking around. Suddenly, they were shoulder to shoulder, and the place was narrow and crowded, turning the place that was supposed to be solemn and solemn into a hustle and bustle like a market.
The situation in the inner city, separated by the water, remains the same as before. Only the white gauze that filled the city looked even more bleak and desolate in the cold wind and rain.
Yu Ye sat under the tent by the lake, silently looking at Lanling Lake in the rain.
Butler Yao asked someone to put up a few tarpaulins, but he was not worried about the wind and rain. After waiting for several days and having difficulty sleeping at night, the disciples of the Immortal Sect could still hold on, but the family members and guards of the Young Master's Mansion were already exhausted.
After Mo Xiao entered the inner city, no news came out.
There are still two days left before the funeral.
However, he had already conveyed the relevant information to Ge Xuan and Yao Shen in the wild. As for whether it is true or false, and how to act, it is up to the two of them to worry about it.
Regardless of whether what Chu Yuan said is true or false, Qin Fengzi's move to secretly win over city lords from all over the world is really no small matter. The so-called Lanling Underground Palace, golden books, treasures, Qin Fengzi, Gongzi Shi, etc. are all shrouded in mist, just like this spring rain, or when the clouds clear and the fog clears, but nothing can be seen before the eyes. The feeling of spring is full of cold and strange variables.
"It is said that the ancestors of Prince Jin once got a pair of jade ornaments. When the two jade ornaments are placed together, one can see a map of the four seas. The so-called four seas are Wangyi, Pingdi, Baekje and Netherworld. Qi The state is only located in a corner of the Baekje Sea. The vastness of the four seas can be seen, and the breadth of the world is beyond imagination. Only one of the jade pieces was stolen and is now stored in the Lanling Underground Palace. And that piece of jade is the one that all parties The treasure to chase…”
A message rang in my ears.
Yu Ye looked to his side.
Ming Ye sat with him. They were both personal guards and had shaken hands to make peace. They seemed to be much closer to each other. Perhaps he was told by his master that he was telling the secrets about the Lanling Underground Palace.
"What is Yujue?"
"Jade, also known as ritual vessels, looks like a jade pendant and is a sacrificial object!"
"What's so valuable about this thing?"
"It is said that Yanzhou can be found by looking at the map of the four seas!"
"Yanzhou?"
"An existence comparable to the fairyland!"
"Fairy Realm?"
"There are immortals everywhere, isn't it the Immortal Realm! You also know the nine levels of cultivation, and has the Yunchuan Immortal Sect taught the cultivation techniques above the golden elixir? No! The strongest person in Qizhou is no more than In the realm of golden elixir, few people know the method of transforming spirits and refining the void. But there are countless experts in Yanzhou..."
"There's only one piece of jade left, what's the use?"
"As long as we get the jade from the Lanling Underground Palace, we won't have to worry about matching it. I heard that the stolen jade has been found."
"With the methods of a Jindan expert, it shouldn't be difficult to find Yanzhou, right?"
"It's too difficult! The vast sea, the direction is unknown, once the cultivation level is exhausted, the golden elixir master will also be in danger of his life..."
"Your Majesty is here just for Yu Jue?"
"As long as the old king is alive, it will be difficult for outsiders to open the Lanling Underground Palace. This time, not only my master, but also the worshipers from all the cities, the big and small immortal sects, and even Yunchuan Peak, who are not here for Lanling Yujue? You don't think that Yun Does the Sichuan Immortal Sect really care about the battle for the king?"
"What does your master mean when he says everyone gets what he needs?"
"There is a Longevity Tower in the Lanling Underground Palace. It not only stores gold books but also contains jade, as well as countless rare and rare treasures. Since the jade is of no use to you, why not take the opportunity to obtain a few treasures!"
"How could Yujue be useless again?"
"Even if you know where Yanzhou is, can you fly across the sea? Why not let the seniors go find Yujue and the Map of the Four Seas, which can be regarded as a good deed that benefits the Qizhou Immortal Sect!"
"Since we are doing good deeds that benefit others and ourselves, why do we need to harm each other, such as when you sneaked into Yunchuan Peak and the disciples of the Immortal Sect were repeatedly attacked?"
"I am not the only one who has sneaked into Yunchuan Peak. There are also people from Yunchuan Peak in various immortal sects. It seems to be related to Yanzhou. The details are beyond the knowledge of you and me..."
Yu Ye closed his eyes and frowned slightly.
Mingye told his master Chu Yuan many things that he didn't know. Maybe it wasn't all true, but he was still surprised.
The immortal sects in Qizhou have been interpenetrating each other for many years. Just like Ming Ye said, every disciple is suspected of being a traitor;
The complexity of the trip to Lanling City is far beyond imagination;
Whether it is the battle between the king or the immortal sect, it is a conspiracy. Both sides may not be able to get what they need, but they must each have their own agenda.
Another thing is that he has been deeply involved in conspiracy in the wild. But he was just a Qi-refining disciple, he was soft-spoken, he couldn't help himself, and there was nothing he could do about it.
And isn't the Yanzhou revealed by Ming Ye the source of overseas treasures? If this is true, it confirms his previous guess. The large and small immortal sects in Qizhou are still looking for overseas treasures. In other words, he is looking for all the treasures related to Yanzhou.
The reason for this is just to go to Yanzhou and find the fairyland?
I have never heard of Immortal Realm, but I know a little about Yanzhou. He has the map of Yanzhou on him. Qiu Bo and Jiao Ying should be from Yanzhou. The relics left by Qiu Bo also seem to be related to Yanzhou.
And Qizhou Xianmen monks went to Yanzhou just to seek higher cultivation?
He had read or tried to practice the introductory techniques of Qizhou Immortal Sect. Since it is an entry-level method, it is not unusual for there to be no cultivation methods beyond the golden elixir.
And in the huge Qizhou, is it true that no one knows the techniques of transforming spirits and refining the void?
His "Tiangang Sutra", from the methods of refining qi and building foundation, to the combination of body and Mahayana, is quite complete...
February.
The ninth day of the lunar month.
The continuous rain finally stopped.
The rest of the night is not over yet, and the sky is still dark.
The tents by the lake have been removed, and there are strings of white lanterns from far and near. People from all sides stopped making noises and stood solemnly in the hazy morning light.
The guards and entourage of the two young masters were waiting on both sides of the bridge. Thousands of people including city lords from various places lined up in order to wait. There were hundreds of soldiers with bright armor and shining swords and guns.
Yu Ye stood in the crowd, clasping his hands, his eyes calm, his face as calm as water.
It is rare to see such a big scene, but there is no sense of novelty. After sitting by the lake for six days, I had already seen the surrounding situation countless times.
Fifty or sixty people came to worship from various places, 10% of whom were in foundation building cultivation, and the rest were all Qi refining masters. However, there are only twelve monks in Yunchuan Immortal Sect, and there is a huge disparity in strength. If you add in the manpower recruited by Qin Fengzi and the eldest son in the inner city, the prospects for the young master's side will be even bleaker.
I don't know if Mo Xiao and Ge Xuan have any countermeasures, and I can't ask more questions. I just have to wait and see what happens.
After a while, the morning light gradually became brighter.
The sky is still cloudy.
I saw the gate of the inner city suddenly opened, and a group of soldiers ran out. Then they pulled out more than ten white flags. Then dozens of people appeared on the stone bridge carrying a coffin, and then various flags poured out from the city. Flags and hundreds of men and women dressed in white and mourning.
There was also a commotion among the waiting crowd here.
The time for the funeral has arrived.
At the same time, a chariot pulled by nine black horses drove out of the alley and came to the bridge. The specially made chariot is very huge and should be used to hold the coffin of the old king.
In the blink of an eye, the white flag flags passed over the arch of the stone bridge. Perhaps the coffin was too heavy and got stuck on the protruding arch bridge. Just when the group was unable to advance or retreat, a figure with a sword flew into the air, waved his sleeves and cast out a few rays of light. The coffin seemed to become lighter and took the opportunity to cross the arch bridge.
Yu Ye's eyes narrowed.
The person stepping on the sword was an old man in green clothes. He looked about the same age as Leng Chen, but he had a surly look on his face. He lowered his figure, held his head high, flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and walked directly to the front of the honor guard. His demeanor and behavior all reveal an unfathomable aura.
Qin Fengzi?
Disciple of Tiansheng Sect, worshiped by Qi Kingdom!
It's no wonder that he has been able to control Qi country for many years, considering that his cultivation level is far superior to Mo Xiao's.
After a while, Qin Fengzi came to the bridge with a guard of honor and a coffin, and said solemnly: "The coffin of the old monarch has arrived. All parties will pay homage!"
Xu Shi blessed the mana, and his words resounded in all directions.
Just as Yu Ye was about to raise his hands to salute, the guards and attendants from the two young masters' houses all knelt down on one knee. He and a group of Immortal Sect disciples were stuck in place.
A powerful divine consciousness swept over.
Then I heard Ge Xuan's urgent message: "When you are in your hometown, do as the Romans do, kneel down -"
Yu Ye had no choice but to kneel down with everyone, but couldn't help but murmur to himself.
Kneel up to the sky and down to the ground, kneel to your parents internally, and your conscience externally. I don’t want to have to kneel down to worship a dead person I have never met today!
As Yu Ye knelt down and worshiped, he quietly raised his eyes to look at him.
The frightening consciousness has disappeared without a trace, but Qin Fengzi on the bridge is still staring here coldly. Only two people from the Young Master's Mansion were kneeling on the ground, while the city lords from various places and the thousands of people present bowed and saluted.
"Move the coffin to the carriage——"
Following another order from Qin Fengzi, dozens of soldiers carried the coffin across the bridge. A large group of family members then appeared, led by the two young masters wearing white hemp, followed by the crying men, women and children. Mo Xiao was also among the crowd, walking with the support of the young master and his wife.
The coffin was moved onto the chariot, with soldiers and inner city stewards guarding both sides, presumably to protect and support the spirit.
Yu Ye was still watching quietly, as if watching the excitement. When he accidentally looked at someone, he couldn't help but be slightly startled.
It was a middle-aged man, dressed in the clothes of an inner-city steward, with a white gauze tied around his waist. He was holding the coffin with one hand and covering his face with the other, looking very sad.
When the ceremonial guard was in place, a series of loud noises were heard——
"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."
"Awakening——"
Qin Fengzi raised his hand and waved.
Nine strong horses pull the chariot, and the crowd moves with it.
Soldiers and ceremonial guards opened the way in front, and the pallbearers and vigilantes followed closely to the left and right of the hearse. Dutiful sons, family members, guards, entourage, city lords, worshipers, etc. followed in turn.
Yu Ye followed slowly forward.
Blocked by the crowd, the man supporting the spirit could no longer be seen.
Yu Ye's eyes flickered, thoughtfully...
