It was the thirty-six thousand eight hundred and sixty-fifth year of the Yuan calendar. It was autumn, the ninth day of the tenth month, and the dragon was in the north, and the ecliptic fixed the sun.
The gilded jade posts are embossed with misty clouds and mountains, and white cranes spread their wings among the clouds. The golden light breaks through the clouds and shines brightly. In the middle, the two characters "Sanqing" condense in the atmosphere, and the pressure of spiritual power rushes towards the face. The tentacles warm the jade, and the glow is faint.
Above the main hall of Chiyang Dao Sect, the leader of Chiyang Dao Sect who was sitting upright threw the Taoist post sent by Sanqing Dao Sect to his side. The jade post like dripping green bumped into the black obsidian flint of Chiyang Dao Sect. On the armchair, there was a clear sound, like pearls falling on a plate, and it sounded very tight.
"Chong He, that old man, gave us such a formal announcement. Isn't it just the elixir formation ceremony for the golden elixir disciples? It's like looking at whose sect does not have a golden elixir disciple!"
The Chiyang Dao Sect and the Sanqing Dao Sect are both Tao sects among the five top sects, and both of them are named after the Tao sect. From the very beginning, the naming was destined to have a sequence. For generations, the two sects have been From the head elders to the disciples, they live up to expectations and are very tit-for-tat.
Especially now, the head of Sanqing Dao Sect, Chong He, and the head of Chiyang Dao Sect were from the same batch of disciples, starting from the beginning, building foundation, golden elixir, forming a baby, and being the head. The two of them were compared almost all the way. , which also led to a lot of comparison between the two.
"Senior brother, why should you be angry? The True Lord Taishu of Sanqing was less than a hundred years old when he gave birth to a baby. There is no younger generation of monks on the Eastern Continent to compare with him. Sending this message today is just the icing on the cake for their Sanqing Dao Sect. There are one or two delicate flowers that have not yet given birth to a baby, so there is no need to be angry." The monk sitting below was wrapped in a red robe, embroidered with gold and silver threads. He looked rich and noble, with a young face, and a flower between his eyebrows seemed to be burning. The flame mark, the expression is wanton and casual.
The young man waved, and the jade post fell into his hand. Between his slender fingers, the Taoist post of the Sanqing Dao Sect was still clear and green, glowing with soft mist. Even if it was bumped, it was still flawless, beautiful and delicate.
After opening it and looking at it carefully, the young man laughed softly and said, "No wonder Chonghehui opened the elixir-forming ceremony in such a hurry. Duanyi's third disciple, the Yu family, and Baopu's disciple, Zhan Tai family, have immortal spiritual roots. A phantom."
"Ten or twenty years from now, who knows if there will be another Sanqing Taishu!" The head of Chiyang Dao Sect had a dark face. A few decades ago, he was still missing Xiao Chong and his talented disciples. If I go, I'm afraid I will die young. Now, decades later, the disciples of Chong He's sect are more likely to die than the last.
The most annoying thing in this world is watching your opponent surpass you little by little.
"Let Yan'er go to the elixir-forming ceremony of Sanqing." The young man played with the jade post, suddenly curled his lips and smiled, and said with an inexplicable expression.
The face of the head of Chiyang Daozong changed, and there was a bit of purple in the black, and he hesitated and said, "Let Yan'er go?"
The young man didn't seem to notice the expression on Chiyang's leader's face that was comparable to the Peking Opera in the mortal world, and nodded lightly, "Yes, if jade cannot be cut, it cannot be used, and if a knife cannot be sharpened, how can it be sharp?"
As if he had thought of something, the head of Chiyang Dao Sect suddenly showed a smile, "That's true. What's more, other sects will probably send many disciples there. After all, the Taishu of Sanqing Dao Sect, But it’s rare.”
The Chiyang Dao Sect received the Dao Tie from the Sanqing Dao Sect, and the reaction was not small. Most of the remaining sects in the Eastern Continent that received the Tao Tie from the Sanqing Dao Sect were powerful. After a little investigation, they naturally paid more attention to it. , among them, apart from the Chiyang Dao Sect, the Floating Palace had the greatest reaction.
After all, the so-called female disciple of the Yu family on the Taoist post is obviously the genius disciple of the Sanqing Dynasty who disappeared in the Deep Sea Demon Eye. The matter of the Deep Sea Demon Eye caused countless controversies in the Floating Palace.
And the casual cultivators in the East Continent also received news one after another that the Sanqing Dao Sect invited fellow practitioners from all over the world to watch the ceremony one month later.
To the west of the Eastern Continent is a borderland near the Endless Abyss. Because the formation that seals the abyss is occasionally weak, the leaked demonic energy contaminates the surrounding mountains, causing many monsters and monks to become demonized.
For this reason, this place is expressly prohibited by the Eastern Continent’s cultivation world. Do not approach it for any reason. Once it is contaminated with demonic energy, any righteous monks from the Eastern Continent can kill it.
There is also the Demon Sealing Town jointly built by the five Immortal Sects. There are many monks in it and the formations are strict. They guard the main road leading to the hinterland of the Eastern Continent and ensure the peace of the Eastern Continent for hundreds of years.
In such a remote place, the transmission of news is naturally much slower.
Outside the Demon Sealing Town, there is a huge formation. Demons are not allowed to enter, and those who enter are not allowed to act recklessly.
There are monks guarding the formation inside and outside the formation. The ones guarding the formation today happen to be monks from Sanqing, late-stage Jindan monks, and the ones guarding the gate together are the Jindan monks from Jianzhai.
The monks in the Sword House have the same style as before, they are taciturn, close their eyes and meditate, holding the sword in front of them, and their whole person seems to be integrated with the sword.
"I said, are all the disciples of your Jianzhai so boring? Then the whole sect is lifeless." The monk stationed in Sanqing is a monk who is more than two hundred years old. He is most afraid of silence. "No, have you ever What do you hear me say?”
The Jianzhai monk on the side didn't even open his eyes. He just let out a dull "hmm" from his chest, and his answer was not perfunctory.
"Didn't your Sword School have a new sword-wielding disciple a few years ago? I heard that he was only a disciple in the middle stage of the Golden Core. Our senior brother in Sanqing is a Nascent Soul monk. The two disciples who are going to have the pill formation ceremony recently, but They are all geniuses, and maybe you, the sword-wielding disciple, can't beat them." The monk stationed at Sanqing rolled his eyes and joked with a smile.
As soon as these words came out, the Sword School disciple who had closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like sharp swords, and his voice was sonorous and powerful, "You won't know until you fight!"
Finally willing to talk, the monks stationed in Sanqing were happy. Before he could say a few more words, the formation was touched.
The two of them looked around and saw a young monk in black robes outside the formation, between the desolate and broken mountains. His black hair was scattered, his body was covered with blood, and the smell of blood was tangy. Their appearance could not be seen clearly, but he was wearing a strong The evil aura is unmasked, and he is holding a curved rough sharp horn in his hand. Looking down from the sharp horn, there is a black head the size of a small mountain. The original shape can be vaguely recognized. It should be a demon bull demon. The transformed monster.
The aura of the late golden elixir was still condensed, and he was dragged along by the young man, with hot blood still flowing all the way. It was obvious that he had been beheaded not long after his death.
"came back?"
The monk stationed in Sanqing greeted him very familiarly. The casual cultivator in front of me has been here for several years. He often goes out to hunt and slay demons. Every time he comes back, he is full of evil spirits and blood. It is really impressive.
"Does your sect have disciples who form pills?" Unexpectedly, the young man who never ignored anyone suddenly stopped and asked in a hoarse voice.
The monk stationed in Sanqing was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "Exactly, I'm afraid the whole Eastern Continent knows about this. They are two junior sisters who disappeared in the early years. Recently, they have returned to the sect and are now alchemy monks."
"Is there a person named Yu?" The eyes under the black hair were indifferent and cold, as if without any emotion, as cold as a blade, with the deep evil aura, the bloody face, and the deep tone, this question made the three The monks stationed in Qing Dynasty were speechless.
All kinds of thoughts suddenly came to my mind. Could it be that this person had a grudge against the disciples of his sect? He asked so clearly, could he be seeking revenge?
For a moment, the monk actually hesitated.
On the other hand, the Jianzhai monk on the side said calmly, "One of them is named Yu and the other is named Zhan Tai."
His eyes were like swords. Before the monks stationed in Sanqing could think clearly, they heard a thunder in their ears and immediately stared at him, this guy! Unbearable to be a human being!
After asking for the answer, the young man turned around and left without any nostalgia, and his figure disappeared little by little into the numerous formations.
As soon as the person left, the monk stationed in Sanqing still stared without blinking.
After staring at him for more than half an hour, he seemed to be bored. The monk from the Sword Studio closed his eyes and opened them again, "We sword cultivators are very sensitive to murderous intent. When he asked questions, he didn't have any murderous intent at all. Besides, you said it yourself, and everyone in the Eastern Continent knows it.”
It was a rare long sentence, but the monks stationed in Sanqing obviously didn't buy it. They snorted coldly, turned their heads and closed their eyes to practice.
What's wrong with that? It makes sense, but it is still unloyal. The ten years of guarding here are wasted in vain.
The Jianzhai monk helplessly twitched the corner of his mouth. It seemed that the price would be paid later. He had to buy a bottle of wine to make amends. He really couldn't understand how the dignified Jindan monk could have such a childish mentality. Strange and strange.
To the east of Donglu, there is a small village near the sea.
The man and woman living together in a cottage were both a little stunned when they looked at the transmission talisman in their hands. In the midst of their confusion, there was unmistakable joy in their eyebrows.
Especially the woman among them, whose pretty face was filled with joy that could not be concealed for a moment, and her voice was trembling, "They are all fine indeed, I knew it, I knew it!"
The man sitting next to the woman looked at the woman who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and looking like crying but not crying. He felt helpless. He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the top of the woman's hair. The touch was as soft as clouds. "The two of them have a deep blessing, so it's natural that It's safe and sound, we may not have been back for a long time, but this time is just the right time."
The woman nodded vigorously, the expression on her face was filled with joy, and her voice began to become cheerful, "Fortunately, I was lucky enough to form a golden elixir. If I hadn't formed the elixir yet, I would definitely have been lectured by my senior sisters."
Although the tone was complaining and lucky, there was a deep intimacy in the words.
The man smiled suddenly, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes, "Yes, fortunately both of us have formed the Golden Elixir. Otherwise, how would we be able to stand upright in front of everyone."
As he finished speaking, a gust of sea breeze blew by, lifting up the somewhat empty sleeves on the man's side.
For a time, the dusk was vast, the sky was full of undercurrents, and at the end of autumn, the wind in the east continent stirred the forest.
