In the 36,812th year of the Tianyuan Calendar, it was early May, the season when pomegranate flowers first bloomed.
The Sanqing Taoist Sect and the Inner Mountain Taoist Competition were officially launched.
The battle on the ancient battlefield that started over a period of time is beginning to take shape.
Ever since the sect's Yufu summoned the disciples, the battle for the ancient battlefield had begun. A total of 726 disciples of the Sanqing Dao Sect's Inner Mountain Foundation had signed up.
There are nearly half of the inner mountain foundation building disciples.
And among these 726 people, there are only fifty places.
When the Sanqing Great Wilderness Sky-Suppressing Bell rang, countless disciples opened their eyes and pushed open the cave door.
Each sect has some magical tools to call on disciples and announce important events.
For example, the Taoist Sect of the Sanqing Dynasty had a bell called the Dahuang Zhentian Bell. It did not ring the bell unless there was any important matter.
Whenever this bell rings, something big will happen.
One sound can reach the ears of all disciples.
Three rings can reach the ears of disciples and elders.
Six sounds can reach the ears of the whole sect, even if they are in retreat.
Nine rings are related to the life and death of the sect, and the sound of the bell can ring across the state.
The battle for quotas in the ancient battlefield is a rare and lively event in the inner mountains, so it also received this kind of treatment.
Anyone within the Sanqing Dynasty who is not in retreat, or an elder who is in retreat, can hear the sound of this huge bell, cleansing the sea of consciousness.
Taiqing Mountain Bamboo House.
With her eyes closed and meditating, the girl in green clothes suddenly heard the faint sound of bells echoing in her ears. It was neither light nor heavy, but it directly touched the heart and calmed the sea of consciousness.
Dahuang Zhentian Bell.
Lingchu suddenly opened his eyes. This magical weapon had existed since the founding of the Sanqing Dao Sect. No one knew its specific grade. However, when all the disciples started, the Great Wilderness Heaven-Suppressing Bell was used by their master. The door was mentioned emphatically.
The sound made by this bell is grand and quiet, but it will not disturb the mind of the monks. On the contrary, if you often hear the sound of this bell, you can also wash the spiritual altar and calm your mind.
However, if you want to ring this bell, you must have a minimum level of cultivation of golden elixir.
Moreover, even Jindan Zhenren could only make one crash.
At this moment, when the bell rings, it is announced to the disciples that the battle for quota in the ancient battlefield has begun.
Crash.
Just as Lingchu stood up, the pink rosy peach blossoms full of branches beside the window made a soft sound, and several scorching peach blossoms flew into the room and circled around Lingchu.
Looking along the flowers, everything in sight is light pink.
Half a year ago, Lingchu came back from the underground black market and got a drop of lotus dew given to a peach tree by Aunt Feng He. After it dripped into the peach tree, the peach tree with spiritual roots bloomed with peach blossoms overnight.
Moreover, the flowers bloom unfailingly.
Approaching the window sill, Lingchu reached out and gently touched the peach tree, with a faint smile on his face.
The peach tree swayed slightly, and a burst of joy spread into Lingchu's heart.
"Qingkong, I'm going to the Daozhengtai." Lingchu said lightly as he looked up at the pink crown of the peach tree.
On the intertwined branches, the snow-white tiger cub lay lazily taking a nap and suddenly opened his eyes, with one gold and one blue eyes shining brightly.
Jumping down from the peach tree lightly, the snow-white little tiger fell into the arms of its owner obediently.
Lingchu nodded Qingkong's head, with a hint of joking in his expression, "You look more and more like Senior Jiuxie."
Qingkong let out a soft cry, rubbed her little head against Lingchu's shoulder, and opened a pair of strange-colored eyes, looking extraordinarily innocent.
"Let's go to Daozhengtai."
Shaking his head and laughing, Lingchu rolled his sleeves and opened the door. The ink sword appeared under his feet, transformed into rainbow light, and flew into the space between heaven and earth.
In the sky of Sanqing Inner Mountain, countless rainbow lights of various colors were flying.
Today is the first day of the battle for quotas in the ancient battlefield. Uchiyama can't help but feel empty. Of course, it's only for today.
In the Three Qing Dynasties, Dao contends for the platform, Dao contends for the Dao, and Dao contends for the Dao.
It is a public martial arts arena for disciples of the Sanqing Dao Sect.
When Lingchu arrived at the Tao Zhengtai, there were hundreds of monks on this magnificent Taoist platform that was a hundred meters wide and looked like ants when standing on it.
"Senior Sister Yu! Here! Here!" Not far away, an excited Yu Xiaoxiao jumped up and down, waving his hands and shouting.
Not at all monastic.
However, on the stage where hundreds of monks stood, this sound was indeed not very loud.
Where Yu Xiaoxiao was, there were Jiang Hanyan, Yun Haotian, and Zhan Tai Mingyue.
Because of the opening of the ancient battlefield this time, many disciples of the sect who had traveled abroad have returned. This is why the sect has to send out the jade talisman notice one year in advance.
This is to give the disciples who are away a certain amount of time to come back.
It's a pity that among Lingchu's familiar friends, Wu Yun didn't come back in time.
Lingchu looked at her friends not far away with a smile, and a big smile appeared on her face unconsciously.
And just as the bell rang.
Inside a Jindan Zhenren cave in the Sanqing Outer Mountain.
A foundation-building monk wearing a disciple's robe rolled down the tea cup in his hand, his face as white as snow and his expression panicked.
"Master! What did you add to the tea?"
The young monk in his twenties struggled to get up, but fell heavily on the chair without any strength. The spiritual energy in his meridians was empty, and even his spiritual consciousness could not sense it.
It was as if he had become a mortal in the blink of an eye.
On the other side of the table, the middle-aged monk who was also sitting on the chair gently smelled the fragrance of the tea in the teacup in his hand, and glanced at the frightened young man.
"What's added?" The middle-aged monk laughed out loud and patiently explained to the young man, "Of course it's truth-telling water. It's a rare thing in the underground black market. It's not easy for me to get it, but I can give it all to you." You used it."
Reality water!
The look of panic on the young man's face was instantly covered by shock, his eyes widened, staring at the middle-aged monk, his mouth opened, and he said with difficulty, "Master Liu, what are you?"
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by himself. The young man heard a word coming from his own mouth, "Old man!"
As soon as these words came out, the look of horror in the young man's brows disappeared, and he hid everything fiercely, biting his mouth tightly and not opening his mouth.
Old man?
The middle-aged monk who was called an old man smiled instead of being angry, "It seems that the truth-clarifying water has begun to work. Okay, very good, Tong Fang, today, you and I will have a good chat about my granddaughter, Mengyi." .”
The young man is Tong Fang. He has only returned to the sect recently because of the incident on the ancient battlefield.
The middle-aged monk is naturally Liu Mengyi's ancestor, Zhenren Liu.
After Master Liu saw the memory crystal that day, he was already suspicious. However, Tong Fang had already traveled out and was not in the sect. Master Liu waited for a while, and before his patience ran out, he happened to know that About the opening of the ancient battlefield.
It was expected that Tong Fang would return to the sect to participate in the battle for quota in the ancient battlefield, so Master Liu calmed down and waited quietly inside the sect.
Sure enough, Tong Fang came back before the battle for quotas began.
Then, in the name of giving advice, Master Liu summoned Tong Fang. As expected, Tong Fang couldn't wait to come over for the upcoming competition for quotas.
Master? Master Liu remembered how Tong Fang called him, and there was a strong look of ridicule in his eyes. This title was what Mengyi called him back then, indicating that he was both the elder of the sect and his biological grandfather.
And because Tong Fang admired Liu Mengyi back then, he followed Liu Mengyi's call. Now it seems that it is really ridiculous.
Master Liu looked at Tong Fang with a look of horror on his face, and said with a cold smile, "Tong Fang, let's have a good chat between us."
