one
Xie Xiangcai and Yue Ying walked side by side on the street covered with moonlight. It was dark at this time and the street was empty.
"Miss Yue, is it okay to send you back so late?"
Xie Xiangcai paused, turned his head to look at Yueying, and asked hesitantly.
Yue Yingyu waved her hand gently, "They are all fast asleep at this point. It doesn't matter when they go back. As long as it's before dawn, they'll be fine."
Xie Xiangcai scratched his head and smiled, "That's good, I'll give Miss Yue a ride again!"
Yueying stood still after hearing this, turned around and looked at the innocent-looking young man, frowning slightly, "Xie Xiangcai, are you stupid?"
Xie Xiangcai saw Yue Ying calling him by his first name for the first time, and felt speechless for a moment.
Yueying snorted softly, quickened her pace and walked forward.
"Miss Yue, don't leave!"
The two people shuttled between the streets, and soon they came to the hill that was winding upward.
Yueying gasped lightly and stood on the spot with her knees propped up.
Xie Xiangcai stood silently behind Yue Ying, not daring to say a word.
Yueying rested for a short while, then raised her head and looked towards the hills in the moonlight.
"Why are there trees on this mountain?"
Prime Minister Xie breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and stood next to Yue Ying, pointed to the mountain and said, "This hill should belong to my fifth senior brother. He planted lychee trees all over the mountain."
Yueying was a little confused, "Why do you plant so many lychee trees? Is your fifth senior brother in business?"
Xie Xiangcai looked a little disappointed and told Yue Ying the story of Murong Mingzhu and Xie Qin.
"The lover of your fifth senior brother is the current emperor's favorite concubine Qin?"
"It should be, I don't know about the affairs in the palace."
"oh."
"Miss Yue, what are you doing?"
"Just oh."
"..."
Yueying suddenly turned her head, looked at Xie Xiangcai seriously, and then asked, "Do you have any childhood sweethearts?"
After Xiangcai pondered for a moment, he shook his head with certainty.
Yueying asked again, "Have you ever been in love before?"
Xie Xiangcai's face twitched a few times, but in the end he nodded with some guilt.
Yue Ying asked, "How many of you are good friends?"
Xie Xiangcai turned his head to the side and said, "Just one."
Yueying lowered her head and whispered, "Oh."
"It's...it's not a good relationship...they are already married...it's just...it can only be said that they were ignorant when they were young. They coaxed each other and they were self-righteous."
Yueying snorted, stamped her feet, and rushed up the hill with anger, throwing Xie Xiangcai far away behind her who had not yet recovered.
It didn't take long for the two of them to reach the top of the mountain and sit together on the steamy grass.
The night was very cold, so Xie Xiangcai picked up a few branches, picked a lychee half the size of his palm from the book, peeled it open and placed it in the center of the branch, and used the strength in his body to light the lychee.
Suddenly, a warm bonfire rose up, dispelling the coldness and dampness around their bodies.
Yue Ying looked up at the dark night. Shui Ling's eyes were filled with two bright moons. She turned her head after a while, and only half of the bright moon was left in her eyes.
"Look, the moon is beautiful today."
After listening to Yueying's words, Xie Xiangcai raised his head slightly and saw a crescent moon hanging in the sky.
The moonlight is bright, pouring down, and the dewdrops on the ground turn into pearls.
Yueying suddenly stood up and took off half of her red flower jacket while Xie Xiangcai was filled with astonishment.
The girl tapped her toes on the ground and danced towards the moon.
As graceful as a startled giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon, with brilliant autumn chrysanthemums and gorgeous spring pine trees.
The young man only felt that the beauty in the painting was leaning out, her grace was outstanding and attractive.
The beautiful scenery was fleeting, and before Xie Xiangcai came back to his senses, Yue Ying, blushing, put the red flower coat on her body again and sat beside him silently.
The two of them sat together in silence, but they just felt that the moonlight this night was really beautiful.
Breathtakingly beautiful.
The young man was silent for a long time, and with his thoughts in mind, he cut off a branch, held it in his palms, touched the ground with his soles, and flew into the air.
Under the moonlight, the young man held a wooden sword and flipped his wrist to shake off the sword energy. Suddenly, yellow flowers fell from the branches, like yellow snowflakes, all falling on the girl's shoulders.
The girl didn't say anything, she just dragged her chin and looked at the handsome young man dancing the "sword" in the air with a smile.
The young man dances with the sword, and the beautiful woman dances, as if she is the most beautiful person in the world.
two
A month passed like quicksand, and Xie Xiangcai practiced sword practice for countless hours on the back mountain of Dongfeng City.
It was a warm sunny morning, and the young man, wearing a navy blue coat, came to the back mountain as usual.
After stretching his muscles, he hung his heavy coat on a thick branch, then took a deep breath and poured all the raw power flowing from his martial roots into the wooden sword in his hand.
The young man raised his wrist slightly, and invisible sword energy lingered a few inches around the tip of the sword, squeezing the air and making a slight sonic boom.
He flipped his wrist and swung the wooden sword diagonally from top to bottom. The emerald-green sword energy turned from light to dark, and flew towards a half-human-sized stone not far away.
"boom--"
The sword energy hit the boulder, and the stone suddenly split into two halves.
Xie Xiangcai exhaled a breath of turbid air, and just when he was about to raise the wooden sword in his hand again, an extremely strong squeezing feeling suddenly appeared in his Dantian. He only felt a swelling and pain in the muscles and veins all over his body, and the flow of energy became extremely blocked.
He gritted his teeth and suppressed the strange feelings coming from his muscles and veins, but his cheeks were filled with surprise.
This is the precursor to a breakthrough!
Xie Xiangcai took a deep breath, inserted the wooden sword on the ground, and immediately sat cross-legged, forming a seal with his hands.
Time passed quietly, and when the sun was high in the sky, Xie Xiang, who had closed his eyes for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes. A cyclone condensed in his Baihui, wrapping around the pill that carried the inheritance.
A moment later, there was a strange phenomenon in the sky and the earth, and the clouds above the young man's head suddenly dispersed, turning into vapors in the blink of an eye, and rushed downward into the young man's Tianling Cap.
"call--"
Prime Minister Xie took a long breath and stood up suddenly. A pillar of air rose into the sky from his body, condensing into a light blue cloud in mid-air.
The air column slowly dissipated, and he raised his head to look at a large piece of light blue cloud floating in the air, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed.
The four realms are transcendent, transcending the mortal body, breathing in the energy of heaven and earth.
Xie Xiangcai's cultivation attribute is wind, and the essence of wind remains in the clouds. The purest water vapor in the clouds often comes from the wind.
In this way, the clouds on the horizon are absorbed into the body, and the meridians of the body are circulated for a week. Only then can one achieve a step that many warriors can only hope to achieve.
Detached.
The transcendent one.
In the Qingmeng City surrounded by mountains, a young man who was chopping firewood in the backyard suddenly felt a change in the sky in the distance. He immediately dropped the black gold machete in his hand and looked up at the sky with light cyan clouds suspended there.
From somewhere, a lazy voice came.
"Old Liu, your junior brother has arrived in the Fourth Realm, it's your turn to work!"
The Sixth Young Master of Qingmeng City, who was standing in front of the firewood pile, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and then said softly "Hmm".
Xie Xiangcai was wearing a big coat, leisurely playing with the wooden sword in his hand, and walked down the mountain. He was humming songs all the way and was in a very happy mood.
The young man stepped on the breeze and came to the door of the house.
A young man wrapped in a heavy coat was standing at the door, looking straight at Xie Xiangcai.
Prime Minister Xie was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously stepped back a little. After sizing up the average-looking young man in front of him, he clasped his fists and asked, "Brother, what's the point of coming to my door?" ah?"
The brother in front of the door had a pair of eyes that looked "harmless to humans and animals." He looked the boy in front of him up and down, then stepped forward, spread out the five fingers of one palm, and raised one finger on the other palm. head.
Xie Xiangcai looked at the young man who was acting strangely and felt a little confused for a moment.
The brother looked very anxious, but he still stood there without saying a word, making a "Uh-huh" sound from his mouth.
Xie Xiangcai, doubting that the man in front of him might be a mute, circled around him, then stopped and stretched out a piece of spiritual consciousness. As soon as the divine consciousness entered Xiongtai's body, an extremely strong original force hit him. Got out.
The young man had a look of shock on his face, and his eyes returned to the brother's open palm and one exposed finger. At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and asked in surprise, "You are...Sixth Senior Brother?!"
Hearing this, the brother withdrew his finger this time and nodded with satisfaction.
He turned his back on guests, pushed open the door, and walked straight to the table in the hut. He took out a roll of maps from his waist and spread it flat on the table.
Prime Minister Xie stepped forward and saw the Sixth Young Master sticking out a finger and drawing a circle on the top of a mountain not far from Qingmeng City on the map.
Yishan.
He raised his head in astonishment and looked at the Sixth Young Master.
The Sixth Young Master was silent. A cold white light flashed across his fingertips, and he wrote a few big words out of thin air.
"Junior brother, master asked me to take you to the king-conferring ceremony."
Xie Xiangcai's eyes widened with disbelief.
But after a moment, he nodded slightly.
He had seen the King Conferment Meeting in a scroll. It was a long-running martial arts competition in the Daqing Dynasty. It aimed to select outstanding warriors within the territory and bestow the title of Martial King.
The minimum requirement for participating in this martial arts meeting is that the warrior's strength reaches the four realms.
The upper limit is five realms.
No limit on age, no limit on location, no limit on status, no limit on superiority or inferiority.
This is the same as the Wenwang Association that selects scholars. It is a good opportunity for everyone to strive for the top.
The Sixth Young Master then raised his fingers and gestured in the air.
"Master said, if you don't win the Martial King's token, I will break your legs when you come back!"
Xie Xiangcai opened his mouth slightly, speechless.
After pondering for a moment, he looked up at the Sixth Young Master and asked, "Sixth Senior Brother, when will we leave?"
The Sixth Young Master said "hum" twice.
"immediately?"
"Well."
Before Xie Xiangcai had time to prepare anything, he saw the Sixth Young Master walking out with his head buried. A body-length black gold machete tied behind his back attracted the young man's attention.
The young man just glanced at it and felt cold all over his body, as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar. He trembled quickly and immediately took steps to follow the Sixth Young Master.
Xie Xiangcai put the wooden sword away and put it into a small bag called "Ten Thousand Treasures Blessing Bag" that the Seventh Young Master had given him not long ago.
This kind of kit is very strange. Although it is only the size of a palm, it can hold a whole room of things.
The Sixth Young Master was carrying what looked like a very heavy black gold machete and was walking forward. Xie Xiangcai tried his best to catch up with him, even activating the original power in his body, but he could not catch up with him.
According to the distance on the previous map, Yishan is a thousand miles away from Qingmeng City, and Dongfeng City is also more than a hundred miles away from Qingmeng City.
Xie Xiangcai had the courage to follow the Sixth Young Master. Several times he gritted his teeth and caught up, wanting to have a few words with his Menghulu Sixth Senior Brother, but unfortunately he was always interrupted by "Uh-huh" words from the other party.
The young man couldn't help but wonder in his heart, was his sixth senior brother mute, or did he not want to speak?
According to the attitude of the seventh and fifth senior brothers towards me, it’s impossible for the sixth senior brother not to want to say a word to me, right?
With this doubt in mind, Xie Xiangcai and the Sixth Young Master hurried forward, finally stopping in front of an imposing city gate.
He stopped and raised his head, looking at the eight-foot-tall city gate in front of him, which stretched to both sides to the end of his sight. The whole body was like mutton-fat jade and glowed with a soft color. He couldn't think of words to describe the scene in front of him.
The Sixth Young Master turned his head, smiled at Xie Xiangcai, raised his finger and pointed at the three characters "Qingmeng City" carved on the city gate, and kept saying "Uh-huh" in his mouth.
From these "Hmms", Xiangcai roughly guessed that what the other party meant was that he would be able to enter Qingmeng City in more than half a year.
The Sixth Young Master only stopped for a moment in front of the city gate with Xie Xiang, and then led him to continue heading north.
three
The brothers did not stop and headed north all the way.
After leaving Qingmeng City, there is a five-level official road, which is very spacious.
Xie Xiangcai followed the Sixth Young Master and hurried forward along the right side of the official road.
The further forward you go, the more pedestrians you encounter on the road.
Most of the people rushing on the road were in groups, wearing long robes and robes with similar patterns and colors. It was obvious that they came from the same sect or the same force.
When Xie Xiangcai passed by them, he could faintly hear them talking about the word "King Wu".
They must also be rushing to Yishan to participate in the king-conferring ceremony.
The young man quietly released his spiritual consciousness, detected some of the young men in Chinese attire at the front of the team, and nodded slightly.
The strength of these young people is not weak, and the most inferior ones have the strength of the middle stage of the Four Realms. Judging from their expressions, it seems that they are sure of winning this competition.
However, several times, when Xie Xiangcai explored his spiritual consciousness, he was blocked by several extremely thick aura barriers.
The old guys standing at the front of the team all looked shocked, whispering to each other about the young man who was obviously "at a disadvantage" among the two people who were rushing one behind the other.
None of them knew when such a young Four Realm warrior appeared in the southeastern region of Daqing.
On Mount Yi, the Taoist temple that has been passed down for hundreds of years, hidden in the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, is now heavily guarded.
The old patron, who had lived for nearly two hundred years, held a fly whisk in his hand, and his cloudy old eyes were unusually sharp, staring closely at the white-haired boy who was walking cross-legged in front of him, playing chess with a twist.
"Old guy, why don't you leave?"
Hu Jie put the sunglasses down and raised his head to look at the old temple master opposite with interest.
The old Celestial Master of Yishan, a very senior immortal in the land of Daqing, exhaled a long breath and said with an ugly face, "Hujie, you suddenly went up the mountain this time, it must be because of the matter of your closed disciple?"
Hujie nodded noncommittally.
The old temple master took a deep breath and said, "Don't worry, I will give you what you have to give. He is indispensable for that opportunity."
When the white-haired boy heard this, he raised a finger, waved it left and right, and then raised one finger.
Two fingers.
The face of the old temple master became more and more ugly, "Hujie, don't go too far. Two chances, this will harm my luck in Yishan for a hundred years!"
Hu Jie chuckled, "Why, how long can you survive in Daqing? With two good fortunes, could it be..."
The white-haired boy's expression suddenly changed, and he stood up suddenly. A wave of air spread out from his body, shattering the whisk in the hand of the old contemplator in front of him into pieces.
The old temple leader looked shocked and stepped back. Then more than ten middle-aged Taoist priests in purple robes appeared together. They flicked the dust in their hands at the same time, and a mountain sealing formation took shape.
Hu Jie sneered and took a step forward, causing the mountaintop to tremble.
Taking another step forward, all the tiles on the roof of the Taoist temple were shattered.
Taking another step forward, more than a dozen Yishan elders, whose strength had already reached the Tiancheng realm or even the Soul realm, all spat out a mouthful of blood, and the whisks in their palms turned pale.
Just when the old temple master, who had not made a move for a long time, was getting ready to attack, Hu Jie waved his hand, collected his breath, and sat down cross-legged again.
"Old man, the fortunes of my immortal family and Daqing complement each other. In times of crisis, I will naturally not push myself too far. Two opportunities are not too much."
The old patron's expression relaxed slightly, he took a deep breath, and finally nodded, "The person who came with the Eighth Young Master this time should still be the stubborn Sixth Young Master, right? Didn't he already take away the share of what he deserved three years ago? If you have good luck, why do you need another good luck?”
Hu Jie had a meaningful smile on his face. After a long time, he stood up and pointed to the sky above.
"There is a dragon spirit in the north, and it will arrive in a moment."
When the old temple master heard the word "dragon energy", his eyes suddenly changed and he wanted to kneel down and kowtow.
The white-haired boy raised his hand to support his body and sighed.
"The ones in the capital are considered fucking real dragons..."
