Qing Mingju holds the position of peak master and holds a high position of authority. Also, as a close friend of Luo Wangshu's boudoir, he is naturally familiar with everything in the garden.
Looking back many years ago, Lin Hancheng, an unruly talent, appeared from the sky. This son has a free and easy temperament and has many successful friends. With his excellent qualifications, understanding and adventures, he first realized the great path in just a hundred years and practiced to the perfection of the infant stage.
Luo Wangshu cherished talents and appointed him to lead Qifeng Peak. His status in the garden was second only to the headmaster Yuan Muyun.
Lin Hancheng and Qing Ming are in love with each other, and their relationship is particularly deep. As a fanatical admirer of Luo Yinzhu, he has been obsessed with searching for fairy beads to please the beautiful woman as a token of marriage.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Although Lin Hancheng was lucky enough to find the fairy pearl, he was surrounded and killed because of it, and no body was left.
Tongchenyuan has conducted overt and covert investigations for many years. Although there is a lack of evidence, it has been initially determined that the attacker has an unexplained relationship with the Xuanyuan family.
It's just that the Xuanyuan family has been extinct for many years, and no one in the world has ever been able to find its secluded place.
Day after day, the truth is still far away from being revealed. Moreover, Qingyan betrays his friends and turns to the enemy. This incident is a thorn in the hearts of Luo Wangshu and Qingming.
Recalling the past, Qing Ming's eyes were full of sadness, and he said quietly: "If you want to smooth out hatred, the perfect revenge is not self-deception and self-abasement, forbearance and forgiveness, but an eye for an eye."
She paused briefly and continued: "The Xuanyuan family is in full swing. This is an opportunity that cannot be missed. The owner of the garden agreed to discuss the marriage. He originally intended to let Han Bing go undercover to investigate the truth inside his old enemy, hoping to untie the knot. Moreover, according to secret Observation shows that Xuanyuan Feng has a good character, excellent qualifications, and a smooth path. He is a good match worthy of being entrusted to him for life."
Yan Ci was filled with jealousy upon hearing this, thinking that the Xuanyuan family was indeed a noble family, but it was a pity that the current person in power was not upright. How could Xuanyuan Feng be on his own under the influence of his eyes and ears? Maybe it's also gold and jade on the outside, but ruined on the inside.
Qing Ming changed his words and said bitterly: "Things are planned by people, and things are accomplished by God. It was not until recently that my master suddenly discovered that there were other hidden dangers in Han Bing's consumption of the Suxin Sacred Fruit, so the Garden Master had to reconsider countermeasures."
Yan Ci said in surprise: "Master, what do you mean by this?"
Qing Ming said: "A cultivator understands movement and stillness, existence and non-existence, and traces the origin of the Tao to realize the Tao and its fruits. The Tao meanings contained in it are endless, but each has its own priority. The Suxin Sacred Fruit that Han Bing took contained hidden The owner of the garden received advice from an expert about the unparalleled thunderbolt idea in the world, saying that if it is not resolved, it will cause endless disasters."
Yan Cideng immediately panicked and hurriedly asked for the solution.
Qing Ming said: "The only plan now is to find the Chunlin Green Lotus Root, refine the Tianji Fusion Spirit Pill as soon as possible, reshape the meaning of Tao, return the image of the Dantian to a state of chaos, and reconcile Yin and Yang, so that we can continue to absorb the remaining medicinal power of the Holy Fruit. "
Yan Ci looked at Han Bing, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "How does this conflict with the marriage proposal?"
Qing Ming's voice gradually turned cold, and his lips parted slightly as he said, "I heard that a similar case had occurred in the Xuanyuan family. Xuanyuan Yi must know the method of treatment. However, this thief pretended to be sincere, and the central government used matchmaking to keep this matter secret. It can be seen that It was with bad intentions and not a genuine desire to resolve old grudges.”
Yan Ci pondered for a long time and murmured: "Xuanyuan Yi did this bad thing that harmed others and was not beneficial to himself. It will definitely deepen the hatred between the two families. Could it be that Lao Buxiu already knew that our court was investigating the mystery of Uncle Lin's death, so he spread the mystery. Formation, to deceive the owner of the garden, in an attempt to cover up the shady conspiracy in the past."
Qing Ming exhaled and said, "The same is what Master Liu Peak saw. He once warned that we need to be careful of the old thief Xuanyuan from behind."
Xuanyuan Yi can be called an old tortoise who has lived forever for ten thousand years. He may have crossed more bridges than Qing Ming has walked, and his calculations are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Qing Ming thought hard to no avail, so he turned to reveal the mystery of his trip and said: "Thousands of miles further east, you will find the Tufun Islands. The islands are inhabited by descendants of Qin alchemists who went to sea to look for fairy mountains. Mu Lei said that when he traveled in the past , I once witnessed some cultivators trading Chunlin jade lotus root, and we are here just for this."
Because of his physical illness, Han Bing had already taken Qing Ming on many adventures. He felt very guilty, so he advised: "Qin Alchemist ran away from his master and never came back. Ancient books often say that the Yin and Yang skills he taught were at their peak and were strange and changeable. . This trip is too risky, so it’s better to think about it in the long term.”
Qing Ming said lightly: "Imagine a cultivator with real talent and knowledge, who is willing to bend his knees to find food and clothing under the imperial power? From this point of view, it can be seen that the Qin alchemist is just a person who seeks fame and reputation, and only relies on his clever tongue to gain fame. Even if there is a talented and arrogant genius on the island who inherits his mantle, there is nothing to be afraid of."
Yan Ci murmured: "As the saying goes, swords match heroes, and pink powder is given to beauties. Yu Xian said that the Sword of the King, the Holy Treasure of Chaos, once changed hands with the Qin Alchemist. It is probably because the Alchemist himself is not worthy of possessing such a magical weapon."
This guy has been teased and hunted by the Ho Luo fish demon many times. He has long regarded the Qin Alchemist who gave him the sword as the same as the fish demon. With his broken mouth, it would be a crime not to take the opportunity to make a few derogatory remarks.
Qing Ming said: "The divine weapon is waiting for the time when it is channeled. It cannot show its full power without encountering a wise master. If Qin Alchemist is really knowledgeable, he will definitely not leave the King Sword to the fish demon to act as a disaster star."
As she spoke, she moved her eyes to look at the night sky, then grabbed a handful of dead branches and burned them in the fire pond. She said calmly: "Uninvited guests are coming. For the time being, we will recall all the spiritual beasts and watch the show in peace."
This island is isolated in the deep sea and is difficult for ordinary people to reach. Anyone who comes here must be a Buddhist monk.
The moon and stars were sparse, and the blazing bonfire on the isolated island was very conspicuous. When I was waiting for a cup of tea, I saw the brilliant light flickering in the dark night, and two shadows of Yin Qi flying across the body and hurriedly escaping, both of them suspended in the air at the stage of transformation Standing on the east side of the isolated island, he watched silently and coldly.
Yan Ci's Taoism is low and his eyesight is poor. Only by releasing his spiritual thoughts can he detect clearly.
The visitor was wearing wooden clogs and a wide robe cut from large cloth. His nose was slightly flat and his hair style was weird and a little funny.
The older ones are short in stature, and the younger ones have drooped eyes, but their expressions are indifferent, and there is a sense of sadness that they don't know whether their father or mother is dead.
Yan Ci never judged people by their appearance, but he always felt that this monk from the Tufun Islands was born with an unreasonable and arrogant nature. It was an arrogant and arrogant sense of superiority that he had no idea about.
Qing Ming remained calm, hiding the empty aura around him, waiting to see how the person performed.
The visitor was slightly surprised when he caught Han Bing's aura, and suddenly realized that Yan Ci was only in the fusion stage, and seemed a little relaxed.
When the spiritual thoughts rolled around Qing Ming, they could only sense nothingness. The two were surprised and couldn't help but look at each other, secretly wondering who this beautiful woman was?
Jili Gulu discussed it for a few words, and the visitor finally decided to be on the safe side and ask for help quietly.
Yan Ci made a cross-eyed look at Han Bing inexplicably, and suddenly said with sadness: "The two guys are so sneaky that they don't look like good people. I'm afraid they might have encountered pirates."
Han Bing suddenly became interested, wrinkled his nose and said, "Although the attire is a bit unconventional, it can still be considered clean and tidy. It shows that he is diligent in grooming and does not fit in with the sloppy and sloppy image of a pirate."
Yan Ci shook his head and retorted: "There are also pirates who love stinky beauty, so we can't generalize them."
Han Bing chuckled and asked, "You come and go from sea to sea every day, who do you show your stinky beauty to?"
Yan Ci said: "There are many people who are self-admiring. A little bit of narcissism is not a sin."
The visitor's behavior was very rude, and he looked at him so unscrupulously, which made Qing Ming feel displeased, and naturally he was happy to let Yan Ci and Han Bing make nonsense.
After a while, the older monk suddenly issued an order to expel the guests, waving his hand and saying: "The surrounding area is thousands of miles away from the Broken Blade River. Outsiders are not allowed to approach, and they will not be sent far away." His pronunciation was very vague, and there was a strong flavor of foreign land in his voice.
The host did not want to entertain, and the guests should be more sensible. Qing Ming did not want to cause trouble, and said calmly: "The vast sea is vast, and travelers on the road are looking for a place to stay and rest for a while. There is no harm in visiting this precious place."
Qing Ming's kind words were taken as a sign of weakness by the man. He immediately said with a sullen face and a scolding tone: "If you have malicious intentions, how can we not pursue it? Leave immediately and don't come back again in the future."
With a tone full of shouts of war, Qing Ming smiled solemnly and said: "Uncivilized barbarians, even if you give him a little face, they still dare to slap you on the nose."
Yan Ci couldn't bear the curiosity and asked Han Bing to approach him for a fight, saying he wanted to learn about the two broken knives.
Qing Ming looked relaxed and said with a smile that it would be a good idea to go see the world, and also warned that the battle should be resolved quickly.
The Duan Dao style monk murmured in his heart, secretly thinking that Qing Ming was so conceited. Could it be that he was really hiding something? Could this be a cultivator at the peak of the infant transformation stage who is hiding in a certain place and practicing hard behind closed doors?
To make complex things simple often requires resorting to violence. Yan Ci and Han Bing were too lazy to waste time and jumped into the air to challenge.
The Duandao style monk looked solemn, and at the same time he held up a slightly curved, sword-like light curved sword magic weapon.
Yan Ci said in surprise: "Liar, where is the broken knife you promised?"
The young monk disdained to pay attention to this idiot and directly chanted the incantation, causing a thick mist to spread out from his body.
The figure was swimming around, and the mist suddenly gathered and dispersed, instantly covering his figure and making him invisible. Suddenly, around the fog, countless light arcing sword shadows were seen flying, and the sword light was wrapped in white clouds and slashed rapidly.
Yan Ci moved his fingers, and the iris sword danced like a sword curtain to reject them.
The shadow of the sword and the light of the sword were about to move away. Yan Ci seemed to fall to the leeward as soon as he met his face. His figure sank, trying to use the momentum to relieve his strength, and then he swam against the waves and hurriedly escaped.
The young monk burst out laughing when he saw this, mocking Yan Ci for speaking so loudly that he dared to call the battle with a silver-like wax spearhead!
To strike while the iron is hot, he rolled after him in the mist, locking Yan Ci's movements with his spiritual thoughts, and waved a looming black flame spider silk towards Yan Ci.
Suddenly, I saw the waves surging under my feet, and a treasure from the sea suddenly floated up. The waterfall water shield with a radius of several feet spread its wings of clear waves and leaped into the air. It gently and skillfully swallowed up the mist.
The force of pulling was born out of thin air, and he was unable to break through the struggle for a moment. The young monk was stunned for a moment, and was immediately wrapped up in a weather-proof package. The man put away the mist, but when he saw the water rippling around him, he felt dumbfounded.
The shield slowly pressed inward, moving slowly against the current, and thousands of water spikes crisscrossed. Yan Ci laughed and said, "No matter how cunning you are, you still have to show your true colors."
The young monk panicked but did not panic. His thoughts spurred on his magic power, and several hazy figures appeared one after another. Various strange spells emerged one after another. It's a pity that even slashing and slashing with the strength of the sword are ineffective, and water escape, mist escape and concealment are all ineffective.
Yan Ci was dazzled by what he saw, and said with lingering fear: "My dear, it's a good thing that a shield showed you such a ghost, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to defeat this thief."
The Lost Pearl greedily sucked in the seawater to replenish its losses, and with Yan Ci's blessing of mana, the waterfall shield became thicker and thicker. If the young monk lacks unique means to break the ban, this battle will undoubtedly be lost.
Seeing that his companion was trapped, the older cultivator was eager to get rid of Han Bing's entanglement and help him, but unfortunately he was unable to do so.
Even Qing Ming was full of praise for the magic of Han Bing's Taoism. The sword in her palm moved both fast and slow, which was exquisite and wonderful. The long blue light rose and fell, forcing the opponent to be distracted.
Older cultivators are proficient in the art of concealment. Whenever the sword energy approaches, they can use the clouds and mist to hide themselves. It seems that they are surrounded by danger, but in fact they are not in any serious danger. The light arc knife he used was overflowing with the cold flames of the forest, and the slashes and stabs were agile and moving, just like flying clouds.
It's a pity that if a person is unlucky, he will encounter ghosts even if he wears Taoist robes.
The Kuyang Spiritual Flame is pure and unmixed, it is the alienated fire of the sun's essence flame. There are few people in this world who can match it. Ordinary fire types competing with it are completely humiliating themselves.
The spiritual flame suddenly appeared between Han Bing's fingers, transforming into a blaring song, and a dazzling firebird flying gracefully.
The elderly monk sensed an unusual aura, turned his head and took a look, and was so shocked that his soul came out of his body.
The firebird channeled the spirit, spread its wings and swooped down, suddenly opened its beak and pecked the tip of the light arc knife, devoured the cold flames unscrupulously, and blew out a spark.
Just like dry wood that meets a strong fire, it ignites at a moment's notice. The older cultivators are unable to avoid it, and the yin energy around their bodies becomes an aid to the fire and is instantly burned to ashes.
Yan Ci was also shocked and dumbfounded. The Suyang Spiritual Flame was indeed the nemesis of ghosts. Killing monks of the same level was as easy as eating tofu!
Han Bingzhen tilted his head and said with a smug look, "Is this an eye-opener?"
Yan Ci clicked her tongue and said blindly: "This girl is really a scorpion-hearted girl. Please move away from that strange fire."
The young monk felt that the body of the Dharma was flat. He never expected that one day the boat would capsize in the sewer and he would be at the core of the waterfall shield. It was like he was carrying a weight of ten thousand kilograms. The violent water was squeezing his chest hard, and strands of blood had soaked out of his seven orifices. .
Death is not to be feared. What is to be feared is waiting for death. The young monk is heartbroken, especially when he sees his companions being ignited by a spark, and the courage to resist is completely drained.
The night sky in the distance lit up with a few more strange lights, and the reinforcements were belatedly arriving.
Three infant-transformation cultivators happened to see their fellow disciples die in a strange way. Thousands of water surged, and the dignified infant-transformation cultivator was squeezed by the water pressure into a cloud of blood mist, which completely exploded. Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked beyond description.
The helpers were immersed in trembling and had not yet woken up. The robes of Qingming were fluttering, and they descended on the wind at the speed of stars, with a momentum like a tiger trying to sweep away the sheep.
"Monk Kong Ming!" One person screamed, the fear was palpable.
The one who came to help was out of his mind and suddenly became a bird missing in the forest, flying away in all directions.
Qing Ming snorted with extreme disdain, twirled the six pure bamboos on the edge of his palm, transformed into three misty green clouds, and chased away.
The flowing clouds are brilliant and swift, and will never fail. The surging murderous intention is so strong that there is nowhere to vent it. Almost no Yin Transformation cultivator in the world can survive under this killing staff.
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