On the side of a deep pool.
"I'm sure of the direction of Mysterious Butterfly."
Zhao Jinxu opened his eyes and said.
The other two disciples were overjoyed when they heard this.
"Great, without further ado, we will report back to the sect immediately."
Zhao Jinxu said hello.
And when he revealed his location, both of them were stunned.
"I remember that place..."
"Desert? Have they gone this far?"
The two looked at each other and saw a look of surprise on each other's faces.
"Why are you going to the desert? It's full of sand ants now... Could it be?!"
"Don't think so much now, the first priority is to report to the sect."
While the two were discussing, they activated the secret method of communicating with the sect.
Zhao Jinxu put away the formation silently.
The news was sent back to Taichu Temple, which meant that their mission was successful. One of them said with a smile: "Thanks to Junior Brother Zhao this time, Junior Brother Zhao has such attainments in the formation method at a young age, and he will definitely have great achievements in the future!"
"That's right. Compared with Junior Brother Zhao, we can only say that our years are wasted. If we encounter obstacles in the formation path in the future, I hope that Junior Brother will not hesitate to give me some advice."
The two of them complimented each other with every word, which was very different from their previous attitudes.
Zhao Jinxu responded with a smile, then showed a bit of uneasiness and said: "The climate in the desert direction is hot and dry, and water sources are scarce, so the formation has been affected to some extent and it has taken a lot of time. I don't know if it will be too late."
The two people quickly comforted him and said: "What did my junior brother say? He can grasp the traces of the Mysterious Butterfly from thousands of miles away. This kind of ability is beyond the reach of human beings. Who can blame you?"
"That's right, besides, the Wufeng Sword Sect is now in charge of that side of the desert. If there is an accident, it's their business. Oh, by the way, there are still Di Rong clan there. Can the Di Rong clan survive the sand ant disaster? It has been preserved to this day, which has to be admired.”
"Speaking of this, I once heard that an ancestor of the Di Rong clan was favored by Dao Zun. It is said that when that person held a marriage ceremony with his Taoist couple, Dao Zun was also present as a guest."
The two chatted casually and did not notice the glint in Zhao Jinxu's eyes when the Di Rong clan was mentioned.
…
Desert.
The black sea of smoke hanging upside down in the sky is already in sight.
The leading sand ant stopped moving forward, and the mysterious butterfly on its head twitched its antennae slightly, sending out some kind of secret signal.
The huge army behind him surged up like a tide, wrapping up the leader layer after layer, building higher and higher like a wall.
With the leader as the core, the mutated sand ants reunite into a huge "egg". Then, the egg began to release pink mist.
The faint pink mist diffused in the yellow sand. Wherever it passed, ordinary sand ants seemed to have received instructions, and they changed their directions and swarmed towards the giant egg.
They climbed onto the giant egg, hugged each other tightly, and transformed into precise parts of some gigantic creature.
More and more sand ants gathered, and no one noticed that in the rolling yellow sand, a terrifying giant was taking shape.
…
Qingsha River.
The river flows endlessly, dividing the former Heyu Prefecture into two parts. Helian and Changyu have since faced each other across the river, connected by the wind and rain covered bridge.
A large ship sailed slowly in the center of the river, guarded by many monks. Judging from their clothing, these monks belong to several camps. They are not so much guarding against foreign enemies as they are guarding each other.
In the hall inside the cabin, several monks were sitting in rows, discussing in a lively manner.
The woman sitting upright looked calm and calm, with no anger or authority in her eyes. She rarely participated in the conversation, but every time she spoke, everyone fell silent.
The ship sailed across the covered bridge. There are a lot of pedestrians on the bridge. When people pass by the tallest bridge pavilion in the center, they always unconsciously slow down and walk lightly, for fear of disturbing the beautiful lady leaning on the railing and looking into the distance.
Jing Yingrong watched the big ship from far to near, and then watched it gradually move away. The ripples of the river shone in her slightly curved eyes, reflecting the soft curve of her lips.
Ji Yanzhu: "Aren't you going to see her?"
"There's no rush," Jing Yingrong stood up and walked toward the bridge in the direction of Helianzhou, "She's busy."
Ji Jie Bi: "What is her current level of cultivation?"
Jing Yingrong: "Early stage of becoming a god."
Jijiebi: "Hey, even though you taught Li Chengkong's cultivation techniques to her, the fact that she was promoted to spirit transformation so quickly shows that she has worked hard."
"Um."
Helianzhou is more prosperous than before, with wide streets and stacked houses. Along the way, many shops, schools, and mansions had signs with Qin characters on them, which shows that the roots of the Qin family have now penetrated deep into the entire state.
Jing Yingrong stopped in front of a group of towering, solemn buildings, and looked up at the plaque.
The Qin family is Pingwu.
During her stay, the people entering and exiting the gate all looked at her with curiosity and amazement. These people are all old and young, all of them are steady and powerful, and a few of them have meager cultivation.
In this land that is not controlled by the sect, her identity token and appearance are equally eye-catching. She only stopped for a moment before a foundation-building monk walked out quickly, came to her and bowed in salute.
"Senior, is there anything I can help you with?"
Jing Yingrong: "No, just taking a look. Is this the place where the Qin family cultivates reserve talents?"
Monk: "You can say that."
According to the monk, the Qin family has opened a total of more than ten such martial arts schools in various places in Helian Prefecture. No matter who you are, as long as you don't have a bad reputation, you can enter the martial arts hall to practice. The training time limit is three years, and the teaching content includes physical fitness, fighting and fighting techniques, and even basic techniques during the Qi refining period. In addition, different skills courses such as business, appreciation, calligraphy and painting, and music theory are also offered.
People do not need to spend money and spiritual stones while practicing in the martial arts hall, but as a condition, those who practice for more than half a year must become a registered disciple of the Qin family before they can continue to practice. Once you become a registered disciple, you will need to work for the Qin family for five years. After five years, you can come and go freely.
Although the salary during the five-year period is very small, and the work content is subject to deployment without the right to choose, the fact that they can learn a skill for free still attracts many mortals to join. And with the Qin family's current reputation in Helianzhou, there are many people who choose to stay with the Qin family to get better treatment after the five-year period expires.
After listening to the monk's explanation, Jing Yingrong slightly tilted his head and said nothing.
She stared at the plaque again for a moment, then looked away and asked, "Is the Qin family's mansion moved?"
The monk replied: "The address of the mansion has not changed. However, if the senior visited many years ago, he may not know something. The Qin family has owned the land as a city. If you want to go now, you must first enter Qin City."
"Qincheng?"
The monk immediately informed Jing Yingrong of the direction of entering Qin City. Jing Yingrong nodded, thanked him and then drifted away.
Places such as Helian Prefecture and Chang Yu Prefecture originally had no cities, or in other words, one state was originally one city. Various resources in the city were controlled and divided by several major monastic families, and some scattered cultivators struggled to survive.
Later, the Qin family rose up and gradually surpassed other aristocratic families. The current head of the family ordered that the Qin family built a city to gather all the scattered branch clan members and also attracted many talented outsiders.
Today's Qin family is no longer the Qin family in the simple sense, but a well-established power organization, the overlord of Helianzhou.
Mirror Yingrong stood in front of the city gate, looking up at the majestic city wall.
"Like a prototype," she said.
Ji Yanzhu was puzzled: "What kind of prototype is it?"
Jing Yingrong did not answer. She turned her eyes and landed on a figure that suddenly appeared in front of her.
The ancestor of the Qin family is also in the early stage of becoming a god. He bowed deeply to the reflection in the mirror and said:
"How lucky the Qin family is to have their senior come again."
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