"There are countless mystical gates in Qianshan Realm, and only a handful of people have ascended to immortality. Looking at the Shangyuan Sect's ten thousand years of history, there are only a few people who have successfully ascended. Most of them died in the Mahayana period...and your disciple Qing Le is one of them."
Venerable Chang Hao raised his head suddenly and took two steps forward: "Did there be an accident?"
Lord Tianming slowly lowered his head and said, "Your master and I have calculated several times. Qingle was supposed to be a bright path to immortality, but now it is full of fog and the future is unknown."
What he didn't say was that this algorithm almost cost him most of his efforts.
Venerable Chang Hao's expression changed drastically, and he was completely confused. He murmured: "How could it be possible?"
He couldn't help but think of the woman with a happy posture in the main hall, holding Qing Le's identity plate in her hand. She knew everything about Shangyuan Sect, and she was not afraid to enter the sect alone.
Who is this person?
After thinking this way, I asked this question.
Venerable Tianming and Venerable Changling looked at each other and shook their heads: "We don't know either. But what we do know is that this woman is unfathomable and we cannot provoke her at will."
The great road is fifty, Tianyin is forty-nine, and one of the people escapes.
He single-handedly changed the destiny of the world. Is this kind of change something that a simple monk can achieve? The origin may be extraordinary.
Venerable Changling said: "Judging from all the previous incidents, this woman is not a ruthless person, and she has no ill intentions towards our Shangyuan Sect. Changhao, you must treat her well. As for your disciple..."
"Since your life is not in danger, don't worry about it."
They are old guys with a life span of tens of thousands of years, and their minds are inherently indifferent. If they had not been passionate about the sect, they would have been free and happy long ago.
To confront a disciple with an unknown future and a person of unknown origin? Not worth it.
Venerable Changhao was anxious: "Uncle Master!"
The strongest relationship in the world of cultivation is the master-disciple relationship. Qing Le is his youngest disciple, how can he just give up? Lord Changhao was panicked.
"Uncle Master, Qing Le is my disciple. No one knows her character better than me. She will never abandon the entire sect. Didn't she say something unexpected? Maybe she was framed by someone? The top priority is , let’s rescue her first…”
"Changhao!"
A thunderous sound exploded in my ears.
Venerable Changling looked at him calmly: "Don't forget your identity! You are the head of the Shangyuan Sect. Every move you make is related to the lives of countless disciples. Every word and action should be thought carefully before speaking."
Lord Changhao was stunned.
Venerable Changling softened his voice: "This woman is not a murderer. Qing Le will not be in danger under her hands."
Venerable Chang Hao clenched and unclenched his fingers. After a while, he put his hands on his chest and bowed his head in salute: "I will follow the teachings of my great uncle. If Chang Hao knows this, he will be careful in his words and deeds."
Venerable Changling waved his hand and let him go down.
As soon as the person left, Lord Tianming couldn't help but ask: "Why didn't you tell him?"
Venerable Changling sat back on the recliner, looking up at the dome decorated with huge dragon beads, and said in a deep voice: "Changhao looked at the details of the layout, but he was particularly stubborn. If he knew, he was actually killed by himself in his original lifeline. My disciple took his life, I am afraid he will go crazy."
Who in the entire Shangyuan Sect doesn't know how much the sect leader cares for his young disciple?
Tianlinggen has been practicing for thousands of miles, and the most important thing is to win the support of all the disciples. Not to mention Chang Hao, even these old guys have high hopes for him, hoping that one day this child will lead Shangyuan Sect to a higher level. ,who knows……
Lord Tianming stroked his beard: "It's strange to say that it was obvious that nothing could be predicted by the hexagrams before, but now every prediction is accurate."
"I guess it has something to do with that woman."
"I think so too... Do you think we should pay a visit? After all, they all came to visit."
"Of course I want to go."
Although he said before leaving that he didn't like to be disturbed, it shouldn't be ok if he looked outside the door, right?
Just as they were told, the two old guys stood up, waved their sleeves and disappeared from the room. In an instant, they arrived at Fangshi at the foot of Shangyuanzong Mountain.
There are stone roads, wooden houses, and small stalls on the roadside.
There are ores, spiritual herbs, elixirs, spiritual swords, and all kinds of small things at different prices at the small stalls. The stall owner sits cross-legged on the ground and meditates without greeting the customers, choosing at will.
At a glance, most of them were Shangyuan Sect disciples in fluttering white clothes.
The two Masters of Tianming lowered their cultivation level to Foundation Establishment, and walked around the city in white clothes. After a while, they felt the familiar atmosphere in a small courtyard, but they accidentally discovered that there were still mortals!
"this……"
"Go to the teahouse next door."
One after another, they entered the nearby teahouse, ordered a pot of tea, and looked down from the window.
Creak, the door opens.
As soon as their eyes lit up, they saw a skinny old man walking out of the door.
He was wearing a blue short shirt and his sparse white hair was tied into a bun. He was obviously frightened when he saw the scene in front of him, but he suppressed his fear and walked into a nearby store and bought a lot of daily necessities.
The two Destiny Masters said: "..."
Not long after, the door opened again, and this time a dark-haired young man walked out of the door.
Wearing a black robe, he has a handsome appearance, without a trace of spiritual energy fluctuations on his body, and his eyes are very calm. Hanging on his waist is the lowest storage bag in the world of cultivation, which can be used without spiritual energy and only requires a drop of blood.
The young man did not buy anything, but wandered on the street with his hands behind his hands, looking around.
"How to sell this thing?"
"Mortal? If you want it, take a hundred spiritual stones."
The stall owner looked up and down, then closed his eyes without interest.
Fan Xiu touched the talisman pen in his hand and glanced at the other things on the stall, animal skins, talisman papers of various materials... He took out five hundred spirit stones and bought a talisman pen and several animal skins.
Venerable Chang Hao raised his eyebrows: "Are you trying to draw a talisman? Judging from his bone age, he must be in his twenties."
In the world of cultivation, if you haven’t become an immortal at the age of twenty, there is basically no hope of becoming an immortal.
Tian Ming counted with his fingertips, and suddenly frowned. He loosened his fingers and continued counting. As a result, after going back and forth for several times, he still found nothing. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Poof——
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
Changhao was shocked: "Destiny!"
Lord Tianming wiped his mouth, closed his eyes and breathed calmly. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "This person can't be calculated."
Changhao was suddenly surprised: "Isn't he a mortal?"
After saying that, I felt that I had asked a stupid question. If she was really a simple mortal, how could that woman be with the other person? Maybe they have the same origin as the other party, but I don’t know who they are?
Fairies, demons, gods?
Lord Tianming drank a cup of tea: "Go back."
At this point, if you continue to toss without paying attention, you might really annoy the other party and teach them a lesson, which would be no joke.
The two stood up and prepared to leave, but they never thought that the courtyard door across the street corner would open again.
The woman in green looked straight over: "Since you're here, why not come in and sit down?"
Two people: "..."
