The sun rises from the east, and the journey to the secret realm of the Eight Sects of the Three Kingdoms is coming to an end.
At this time, many cultivators walked out of the jurisdiction of their sects and slowly surrounded the restricted exits into a fan shape.
The cultivators whose enemies are still in the secret realm wish that the exit would be closed in a moment, while those of the same sect who are suffering from life and death are on the contrary, hoping that their figures will appear soon.
The sun shines on the forest, which is desolate and desolate. As we walked up the mountain and the wind changed, swarms of flying insects crossed hundreds of miles and stopped to rest on a large pile of withered yellow weeds.
Seen from a distance, they are insignificant, as if they have never existed in this world.
The sunlight is shining on the faces of these waiting monks. There is tension, anticipation, excitement, fear, and numbness that cannot be summed up in one word.
There were several other people walking out with Lin Yuqin, but they were all male cultivators. Compared with her rough appearance, the latter seemed more outstanding.
"Haha, this girl is so pretty..."
"good!"
"It turns out they are disciples of the Fuyun Sect. They must have the most monks leaving the secret realm this time!"
"My fellow Taoist, this is wrong. There are also many people from the Underworld Cult..."
When Lin Yuqin heard the sporadic words of praise, she felt a little proud. She looked around, and the prying eyes around her were obviously restrained. In the past, she could only get things that a few sect nuns who loved to dress up could get. Obtaining it so easily gave her a little more confidence.
"It seems that I am not ugly in their eyes..." Lin Yuqin thought with some disappointment.
But in the Fuyun Sect area, Lin Yuqin didn't see Chen Mo and Ye Lantian, and she felt nervous again.
Before she could adjust for a moment, Liu Changqing came to her side.
"Disciple... I have met my master." Lin Yuqin was startled and hurriedly saluted.
Liu Changqing could tell with a quick glance that Lin Yuqin's cultivation level was average among the Qi Refining disciples. According to his estimation, it would be enough to produce about ten elixirs.
"No gifts, hurry up and take out the harvest, we will set off immediately." Liu Changqing said casually, without any thought of how big a surprise the woman in front of him could bring him.
Lin Yuqin nodded excitedly, and with the same movement as the others, she turned the storage bag upside down in her hands. In an instant, a dazzling array of herbs were spread all over the table, and many even slipped to the ground because they couldn't fit.
".......you?!"
Liu Changqing was astonished. He was surprised to lose his composure given his status, let alone the cultivators who were watching this way.
"Look! Over there at Fuyun Sect, what is that little girl doing?"
"Why so many elixirs?!"
These sudden shouts attracted the attention of other ancestors. The originally smiling face of Elder Ye from the Beast Control Sect froze for a moment, and his whole person froze for a few breaths: "Brother Liu, you... ...?"
Master Wang frowned. His focus was different from the others. His consciousness hurriedly scanned Lin Yuqin's cultivation. She was only a slightly more qualified Qi Refining disciple. How could she collect so many elixirs?
"Master, I...I still have some, the table can't fit..." Lin Yuqin said cautiously.
She was nervous and excited, and at the same time she was also afraid of her master. These things were not hers in the first place, and if she got to the bottom of it, she would definitely find out.
"Okay... okay... you guys, move the wooden table over there too!!"
Liu Changqing was also shocked by the twists and turns of the scene, but he quickly recovered his emotions, suppressed his excitement, and immediately ordered his foundation-building deacon to go to Daxue Mountain and Jiusha Palace to move and inventory the wooden tables.
The former had long since been eliminated, while the latter, Han Zhu, had a close relationship with Liu Changqing, so naturally he would not stand in the way of trivial matters, but now it has piqued the interest of both of them.
Cheng Yaojin showed up halfway, and the key to this contest lies with this female cultivator in the Qi refining stage!
"This little girl is very lucky. She must have discovered a medicine garden that she has never set foot on."
The middle-aged scribe of the Yungang Sect pushed aside a few elixirs on the table, pointed at a spiritual ginseng and said:
"Look at the appearance of these medicinal materials, they are already a little bit dried. If Qin is not mistaken, you picked them as early as two months ago, right? Little girl."
"Senior has a sharp eye!" Lin Yuqin quickly called her with her hands in hand.
At this time, two more counting wooden tables were moved over. Lin Yuqin once again poured out a lot of elixirs given to her by Chen Mo. Three tables full of heavenly materials and earthly treasures were placed in front of them, which shocked everyone more than Meng Qianqiu. What it looks like when you take it out!
"How is this possible?!" someone exclaimed repeatedly.
An old Qi-refining man with white hair and beard was stunned. He rubbed his eyes and said doubtfully: "Is this me dazzled?"
"Who is this woman?" Someone was also asking Lin Yuqin's name.
"It seems that the surname is Lin..."
Liu Changqing laughed loudly, no longer concealing his inner joy. The more he looked at it, the more beautiful the girl in front of him became. However, Elder Ye from the Beast Control Sect poured cold water on him: "Brother Liu, isn't this against the rules?"
Liu Changqing knew what he meant, and he had already seen that the methods for sorting the elixirs in these storage bags were completely created by two different people. In other words, at least one monk was behind the scenes. Secretly help this female disciple win the championship.
But Liu Changqing doesn't care about these details. As long as he can win, even if he gathers the resources of all his disciples to build one person, he won't say anything. Then he asked:
"Brother Ye, please clarify where my disciple violated the rules. Did she snatch your elixir, or steal the storage bags of other sect disciples?" When Liu Changqing said this, he snorted coldly: "If not, Please don’t make wild guesses!”
"Haha, it doesn't matter whether they live or die in the secret. Even if they are robbed, they only blame themselves. But I think this girl has a beautiful appearance, and she can barely be regarded as a little beauty waiting to bloom. The word "stealing" is too much, but if you don't protect it, you will be confused. Which sect's disciples make them obsessed..."
Liu Changqing did not answer immediately. He glanced at the other ancestors first. The three of them were silent. The two of them stared at the herbs intently. They made it clear that they did not want to participate in their fight, and they knew what was going on.
He added: "Oh? Even if everything is true as Brother Ye said, it is still a matter for their juniors. We will only look at the results. Now that my disciple has gained here, Brother Ye, do you want to check it out?"
"No need."
Before Elder Ye could speak, Grandmaster Wang answered for him: "After cultivating to our level, we must all know how much the spiritual herbs in these three tables are worth. There is still more than an hour before the end of the secret realm, so why not When the next disciples come out, if the result still cannot be changed, the first place this time will belong to Brother Liu, what do you think Brother Ye?"
"Very good." Although Elder Ye was unwilling to do so, he couldn't say anything alone. He also knew very well that this was just his wishful thinking. They didn't steal or rob. Even if someone is willing to give, what does it have to do with them?
So in front of many Qi Refining disciples, Elder Ye asked Lin Yuqin with a serious face: "Little girl, what is your name?"
...
A brilliant light shrouded everything, and everything became scorched under the scorching heat. At three quarters of noon, all the foundation-building monks withdrew from the restricted space, and with the combined efforts of several ancestors, headed for the Land of Forgotten The passage was completely destroyed.
"—Boom!"
Looking at the debris and debris on the ground, some people shouted loudly to go back, while others were silent and seemed to be thinking about something. The monks had different joys and sorrows. Chen Mo returned to the area where Fuyun Sect belongs, and he also I heard this earth-shattering roar.
"it's over."
Chen Mo sighed. This place almost cost him his life several times, and saved him several times. If he could do it all over again, he would definitely not choose a place like this again. Although the reward was great, the price he had to pay was to be a cultivator. unbearable.
Take the Fuyun Sect as an example. There are only sixteen disciples out of a hundred, and most of them are monks at the top of the Qianxun Ranking. One general has made thousands of bones dry. Although Chen Mo has never experienced a secular war, the scene in front of him is... It also gave him a deeper understanding of this sentence.
"When does the green sun first shine, and when does the red sun first shine on people?"
"Practice goes back and forth endlessly, only sighing for the new couplet to replace the old spirit."
Ye Lantian composed a poem in four steps and chanted it in a long tone, which attracted the attention of others. The eyes of those monks who felt they had some literary talent immediately shone and they recited it several times and called it a masterpiece in their hearts!
Even though they were from different sects, they looked at Ye Lantian with a bit of admiration.
Chen Mo didn't speak. He was just reading a poem. There were many female cultivators around who looked at Ye Lantian with strange expressions. This kind of gaze felt both familiar and unfamiliar to him.
"Using the replacement of Spring Festival couplets in the secular world as a metaphor for the change of cultivators after the great waves, Ye Lantian... is somewhat capable." Chen Mo thought to himself.
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