The mountains in the distance are like black clouds, and the water near is silent.
Shang Qingyun, who was wandering back to the stream, had a look of haggard on his face and had no intention of admiring the lush scenery of the secret realm.
After many years of practicing and accumulating good deeds, he failed to pass the test one day.
She felt very bitter in her heart. Her husband had advised her to slow down for a few years, accumulate more time, and refine her state of mind. She wanted to fly with her husband and never fall behind, but she fell short of success.
The path of cultivation was almost cut off at this point, and she suddenly felt at a loss. There was no one to talk to at this time.
Walking aimlessly along the stream, I came to the circle where the viewer had warned me. Suddenly I looked up and saw an enchanting woman with a peach blossom leaning against a tree in the nearby mountain. Her figure was graceful. Wearing a pink but not greasy palace dress, her eyes were full of smiles, like a deep pool with no bottom, attracting her to step forward to find out.
About to wade out of the circle, Shang Qingyun suddenly woke up, and the jade pendant hanging around her waist emitted a misty white light.
"Little girl, you can actually continue on your spiritual path."
Tao Niangzi uttered a word in a lazy manner, causing the round-faced woman over there to fly back quickly as if facing a powerful enemy. She froze in place, unable to move forward or retreat for a moment.
She didn't use any powerful means at all. She just cast a charming look and it was not surprising that the protective jade pendant was broken. She said with a smile: "For us, there are roads everywhere below us, some are big, some are small, some are wide and some are narrow." , you stand so low, of course you can’t see other cultivation paths that are blocked by the mountains.”
Shang Qingyun cupped his hands and saluted: "Senior, please tell me what price I need to pay for giving me guidance."
"You don't have to pay the price. You can tell Guanzhu Zhang afterwards. It's a very simple matter."
Mrs. Tao couldn't care less about the price the little girl paid. Getting Zhang Guanzhu a favor was her purpose. Anyway, she was idle.
Shang Qingyun thought for a long time, then suddenly handed over his hand: "Junior, please retire!"
He turned around and flew back the way he came, mist filling his eyes.
She was already satisfied that she could have four hundred years to live in this world, give birth to a few children for her husband, leave blood descendants, and accompany her husband to return to dust for a hundred years before the spiritual energy ebbs away. I hope I won’t be too old and ugly by then.
The temple master has done enough for their first batch of disciples, and the conditions for the great monster are certainly not simple.
Time is destiny, so why force it?
Lady Tao's smile remained unchanged, but she didn't expect the little girl to be so determined and able to see clearly at the critical moment of life and death.
Mangong, as thin as a monkey, appeared nearby, with a sarcastic look on his face and exclaimed: "Ms. Tao, you are so good at making fun of a frustrated junior! Be careful, you will backfire and make fellow Daoist Zhang evil again. How will you end up? In your wine cellar." There isn’t much left of the 800-year-old wine.”
"I want you to take care of it!"
Lady Tao glared at the nosy old guy and turned into a bird of pink mist and disappeared into the sky.
Mr. Mang shook his head: "I don't know the heart of a good person. I'm afraid that I'll be implicated by you, otherwise I won't bother to care about your mess."
In the days that followed, Shang Qingyun never left the fifty miles outside the stone castle. Once she looked away, she no longer felt sad about spring and autumn. She returned to her former happy self, catching fish and shrimp in the stream, digging for wild vegetables and collecting spiritual fruits. She enjoys the long-lost mortal life with a spoon in her delicate hands, and decorates the stone house where she lives with beautiful flowers.
With a different mood, time passes easily.
More than half a month later, Wei Jingjie, who successfully broke through and was promoted, opened the door and saw the condition of his wife. He quickly concealed the sadness in his eyes and pretended to be happy and relieved.
Under the setting sun, a pair of shadows nestled together cast long shadows on the ground.
It shows a bit of desolation in the afterglow of the setting sun.
The half-year period has arrived, and the temple owner entered the secret realm on time. He had no choice but to face such a difficult problem.
Three to four is a watershed on the road of spiritual practice. After overcoming the difficulties, not only can the soul be able to condense a trace of spirituality, and the next life can be expected, but also because the road of spiritual practice will no longer lead to a dead end, and the life span of six to eight hundred years will be long. During this period, if you fail to break the level once, you can continue to try next time until you succeed or your life span comes to an end.
Shang Qingyun's indifference in life and death and his calm attitude toward his nature impressed the viewer and saved him a lot of words of consolation.
When You Meng Chang wakes up from the water droplets, you can ask for advice. Maybe you can get one more chance?
After returning to the sect, news spread about Shang Qing's failure in passing through the pass, which made many disciples who were preparing to escape from the mortal world, such as Shi Nanguan, quietly give up the idea of acting too hastily. To be on the safe side, it is better to practice for a few more years.
The road to spiritual practice is long, so why be anxious?
On this day, Guanzhu Zhang received a regular guest in the west hall.
Rong Shu returned to the fourth level in the past few years. He polished his cultivation to a solid level, and his whole person looked like a scholar. He adjusted his chubby face to be as gentle as jade, giving him a bit of the appearance of his previous life.
"I originally wanted to live a peaceful life for a few years and live in seclusion in the city. I didn't want to pay attention to the fighting with those barbarians from Nanyuan Continent. However, we suffered heavy losses. In just over two years, two fourth-order people died one after another. Confucianism cultivator, my already weak family background is even worse. I have been personally invited to attend the academy's grand ceremony, so I can only make this trip."
"You, Lu Zijin and Lu Huan are all familiar with each other. When you go to Dongyue Island, you have to take care of each other. Don't show off."
"Don't worry. People who have died several times should cherish this life very carefully."
Rong Shuzhi didn't stay long. Half an hour later, he hurried to Liuzhi River. He visited all the places along the way. He hadn't left Daying for several years.
With Zhuang Yu's message, Zhang Guanzhu has a clearer understanding of the battle situation. The war between the forces in the East and West Continent and the Nanyuan Continent is in a stalemate, with some losing and some winning. Generally speaking, the East and West Continent have the upper hand and keep fighting within a certain range. .
However, fighting deep into the complex environment of the Nanyuan Continent, the East and West Continents suffered considerable losses.
Now we have retreated to Dongyue Island and will go out to fight after we are fully prepared.
Zhang Guanzhu has no idea of participating in the war for the time being. It is enough to have Lu Zijin and Lu Huan who are physically strong and powerful to fight on behalf of Xianling Guan.
He was worried that the Eastern Continent would be empty at the rear and would be attacked by a team of monks sent by Nanyuan Continent. Although Da'an was in the middle and neither side was close to the other side, the current situation was that several kingdoms were connected by the same spirit, and both suffered losses and prosperity.
Zhuang Yu was specially arranged to pay attention to the movements of the sea in the southwest and guard against attacks by monks from Nanyuan Continent.
Unlike the Duxian Islands, where the territory is scattered and their skills are radical, Nanyuan Continent is very united when facing foreign enemies. Moreover, those monks have been tempered for a long time in the chaos and blood, and their combat power is extraordinary.
When they robbed Dongyue Daofang City the year before last, the monks from Canglingxu City and Misty Demon City performed poorly, like a ragtag group of people. First, they cooperated temporarily, and secondly, He Guangjun and Shi Yin became famous.
Humans and demon cultivators join forces to fight alone. How can there be any concerted efforts? The result of mutual distrust holding back is that the treasure will be gained but the troops will be lost.
Another half year passed, and at the end of the year, Yan Jing, who had returned from the mortal world, was sent to Moling for seclusion.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Zhang Guanzhu received a message from Yang Shuilan asking for help.
A force from Nanyuan Continent entered from the southwest of the Eastern Continent and swept across the territory of the Daliang witch clan. Mulihua and two other fourth-level witch cultivators defended the city and tried their best to resist, and the situation was extremely dangerous.
"Wei Jingjie, come with me to fight!"
"yes!"
After raising troops for a thousand days and using them for a while, two figures flashed in the sky and disappeared in the southwest sky in an instant.
Yue Anyan sent out multiple messages one after another, calling for help for the warriors who went to battle, and summoned the distant earth protectors to return to the sect.
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(After all, Lao Yan still has a fever. He feels sore and uncomfortable all over. His body temperature fluctuates from high to low. He will have to resist it for a few days. Please try to keep it updated during the rest period. Please take care of your health.)
