True Word Town
Li Xiu stood in front of the town, looked at the stone monument at the head of the town, and then looked at the endless town, and sighed: "This Zhenyan Town is called a town, but it is actually a city."
The flower monk whispered: "Where should we go to get the tip?"
Han Yueshan looked at him doubtfully and said, "What's wrong? Why is the voice so low?"
He asked back: "Aren't you being hunted? Is it possible that you are still so careless?"
Han Yueshan couldn't help but complain: "You have a guilty conscience, Monk Hua. I'm not telling you, no one paid attention to us. Now that you're here, it's hard not to pay attention."
Flower Monk blinked his eyes, thoughtfully, raised his voice and said, "Master Li, where should we go next?"
Passers-by were startled by the loud voice and all looked over.
Han Yueshan: "...Okay, you can just follow your own ideas. You don't have to listen to me."
The flower monk clasped his hands together, said the Buddha's name, and asked modestly: "Is the young monk's voice too loud?"
Li Xiu nodded, considering his strength, and said: "Yes."
"What should we do? This is the first time that the young monk has been hunted down."
Immediately, the mortals around them all stayed away. It was better for them to stay away from the affairs of the immortal cultivators, especially those involving fighting and killing.
Tao Zi was silent for three seconds and said: "Forget about being chased, just do whatever you want."
The flower monk thought for a few seconds and praised, "Miss Tao is very wise."
...I'm afraid he's not a stupid monk.
Under Li Xiu's grand extravagance, they stayed in the best inn.
For the safety of the benefactor, they unanimously decided to let Hua Seng live with Li Xiu.
There is a small road at the end of Zhenyan Town, and at the end of the road is the ruins of Xuyan.
When the Xuyan ruins were not opened, the end of the road was filled with fog no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter. No matter whether mortals or cultivators entered, they would only return to the same place in the end.
But now, the fog has gradually faded away, and the spectacular ruins can be vaguely seen.
When the fog completely dissipates, the immortal cultivators will have one breath to enter the ruins. Once the time passes, the fog will cover the ruins again.
Originally, the Nascent Soul Lord from each sect could accurately calculate the moment when the ruins would be opened, but they failed this time.
It’s not a matter of minutes or seconds, but ten years.
Therefore, many of the direct disciples that the sect focused on training have lost this opportunity - either in seclusion or training in other ruins.
After inquiring about this information, Flower Monk immediately grasped the key point: "That means that casual cultivators like us have a chance."
Li Xiu blurted out: "I have a master."
Not to be outdone, Xi Jing also said, "We have a sect."
Tao Zi looked at Flower Monk and sighed: "Your master is usually angry with you, right?"
He said solemnly: "We rarely meet each other, and we only get angry a few times. Besides, our current situation is no different from that of casual cultivators."
Zhao Xue was eager to give it a try and said: "According to what Monk Hua just said, it is possible that we people will get a great opportunity?"
"Impossible." Li Xiu shook her head and rejected his idea, "Unless the relics opened in each reincarnation are newly discovered, there is a high probability that there will not be any big opportunities left for ordinary cultivators like us."
Han Yueshan turned his head and suddenly realized: "That's right. Almost every one of those proud men has to visit the ruins. How could they leave too many good things for us?"
Xi Jing thought for a while and felt that this made sense, but after thinking about it again, she still felt that something was wrong: "But if that's the case, why are those big sects staring at these ruins?"
"Relics, especially such relics related to the character of mind, even if there are no spiritual weapons, spells and techniques left, there will still be a lot of monks coming."
Tao Zi looked at them and was silent for a moment before continuing: "What's more, every time the ruins are opened, new weapons will appear."
"Where did that device come from?"
Zhao Xue still couldn't turn the corner, but Han Yueshan suddenly realized: "Left by failed cultivators."
Flower Monk interrupted at this time: "What you said is correct, but as far as the young monk knows, this relic is very different. Even though it has been opened for twelve rounds, no one has taken away the great opportunity inside."
Li Xiu's body trembled and he asked: "Are the twelve rounds of sect geniuses so bad? No one succeeded?"
Tao Zi, who was once a genius in the sect, took a sip of tea silently.
The flower monk shook his bald head and said: "No, it's just that this ruins is too difficult."
"Is this different from being unlucky?"
Xi Jing's sincere words made him speechless, and his expression suddenly became sad: "What Miss Xi Jing said is that we are too helpless."
Is this person tacitly admitting that he is a genius of the sect?
Xi Jing approached Tao Zi and lowered her voice: "Senior sister, this person is so shameless."
Tao Zi laughed dumbly and said, "How many times has Hua Taoist Brother entered the ruins?"
"Three times, therefore, the young monk has lost his chance."
Li Xiu looked over in confusion: "Huh?"
"It's rumored that those who go in three times and still don't get a chance will never get a chance again."
Li Xiu nodded naturally. The next second, he froze, looked over slowly, and murmured: "How many years does this ruins open?"
"Once every twenty years, the Xuyan ruins are the most frequently opened ruins. What's wrong?"
Han Yueshan stood up slowly, bowed to the Flower Monk, and said respectfully: "May I ask how old this grandpa is?"
The Flower Monk was confused, looked at them, and said, "Young Monk is twenty-two years old this year, what's wrong?"
Li Xiu couldn't drink any more tea.
That's right, how can a heartbeat period be only ten or twenty years old? Why hadn't he thought of it before?
Tao Zi looked at the confused expressions of these people, glanced at the Flower Monk with a smile, and said nothing.
But my heart is more stable. I have reached the eighth level of heartbeat in seventy-two years. This kind of talent is already one of the best.
Xi Jing asked quietly: "Grandpa Hua, my master is about the same age as you, but he is so old that he needs a cane. Why do you look so young?"
Han Yueshan complained quite a bit. The master was not so old that he needed to use a cane, he just used it when beating people.
Li Xiu listened to this outrageous question and looked at Tao Zi.
Tao Zi took another sip of tea. First of all, it was the master's fault, and secondly, it was her fault.
Flower Monk did not doubt this question, probably because he did not know what common sense is: "Every time a cultivator advances, his lifespan will be extended once, and his appearance will be maintained longer. Rumor has it that by the time you reach the Nascent Soul stage, your appearance can be preserved for three years. It remains unchanged for hundreds of years. When you reach the out-of-body stage, your appearance will remain unchanged forever. When you reach the stage of spiritual transformation, you can decide whether your appearance is young or old."
Xi Jing suddenly realized and said without thinking: "It turns out that the master is old because of his lack of strength."
The more Li Xiu listened, the more outrageous it became. She lowered her voice and asked Yue Shan beside her: "Are you a little disrespectful to your master?"
Han Yueshan said calmly: "From my personal point of view, I am very respectful."
