A total of four sailboats set off from the Nanshan Sect's Patriarch's Hall and flew to the places agreed with the Mengze Sect, Donghai Sect, Huanling Sect, and Moyuan Sect.
Yan Yun was arranged to compete with the tall and strong monks of the Moyuan Sect. This giant sail carried a total of twenty-one disciples from the first to seventh levels of the Qi Condensation Realm.
I don’t know why Fairy Ziyuan pays special attention to the duel between Nanshan Sect and Moyuan Sect, but she actually leads the team herself.
Probably this sailboat was driven by Fairy Ziyuan. There were especially many female cultivators, many of them beautiful.
Like butterflies, they emerged from the luxurious cabin and brought spiritual tea to the twenty-one disciples. For a while, the fragrance filled the air and made people feel happy.
However, this kind of joy for the eyes and ears could not last long, and the entire front of the deck fell into silence.
Among the twenty-one Qi Condensation Realm monks, except for Yan Yun, who was relatively calm, the others had serious expressions and deep frowns.
Among these twenty-one disciples, only Yan Yun is an ordinary disciple of the Nanshan Sect, and the other twenty are all from the direct lineage of Tianzhu Peak.
It can also be seen from this that Nanshan Sect is a sect that pays great attention to family background. It is more superior than the secular world, and ordinary disciples have no chance to get ahead.
Yan Yun was an accident, but this accident was also imprisoned in the Zhanshi Hall and became a "tool" instead of an object of cultivation within the sect.
As for the treatment given to the disciples of the Battle Master Hall, it is a means for the sect to stabilize the disciples of the Battle Master Hall, and it is just to appease people's hearts.
Yan Yun is an outlier among this group of disciples. He is alone and no one pays attention to him. Even if his eyes accidentally touch his, they will quickly slide past him.
But on this giant sail that Yan Yun had desperately longed to appear, his mind had already flown far away.
In the spring of this year, the monks led by Master Yuzhenzi and Fairy Chunhe launched a counterattack against the Menngling Sect monks.
On the boat, the white fox held the white jade lute in his arms and sat on the mast with him.
Below the mast, Yu Zhenzi frowned under the nagging of the octogenarian woman. At the driving seat, there was a resentment on the bright pink surface of the peach petals of the Spring Lotus Fairy, and she was looking at Yan Yun with a historical gaze.
There were more monks from lower sects gathered together, all of them high-spirited and vowing to take revenge.
Everyone was waiting, no one backed down, they were as happy as heroes, rushing towards their mission.
Yan Yun realized the way of heaven and already felt a bit of compassion for heaven and humanity. Looking back on the past, he couldn't help himself.
He walked slowly to the front deck of the sail, looked at the vast wasteland, and suddenly sang:
A pure heart is like water, and pure water is the heart.
There is no breeze and no waves.
Youhuang sits alone, whistling and playing the piano.
When Zen falls into tranquility, the poisonous dragon disappears.
My heart is ignorant, but God rewards those who work hard.
My righteousness is so awe-inspiring that all ghosts and ghosts are frightened.
My love is overflowing, and heaven and earth return to my heart.
I am ambitious and prosperous!
The sky is vast, the sky is high, the water is flowing and the clouds are flowing.
Treat the root cause with freshness and find a straight way to find a career.
The most perfect nature, the most perfect path!
No one responded to Yan Yun's solo recitation, and he didn't care about the reactions of his fellow disciples. In his opinion, his happiness stayed in this brave but sad spring.
There are many joys and sorrows in life. I was disappointed at the time, but when I thought of them accidentally, it became a rare memory in life.
Life is not always full of surprises. When the prosperity is gone, looking back, you will see the vicissitudes of life!
"Yan Yun, right..."
Suddenly, a female voice sounded in Yan Yun's ears that he was familiar with but disapproved of in his heart.
Yan Yun's face was straightened, and he buried his thoughts deeply, then slowly turned around and faced the huge cabin.
"I have something to ask you." Fairy Ziyuan said again.
Therefore, Yan Yun no longer hesitated and walked towards the cabin.
There was a bead curtain separating the inside and outside of the cabin. As soon as Yan Yun arrived, a lithe female cultivator rolled up the bead curtain to greet him.
Qi Condensation Realm disciples can enter the cockpit of Juyuan Realm monks who are direct descendants of Tianzhu Peak. This kind of treatment is unprecedented, and even those who are dismissive of Yan Yun can't help but look sideways.
Inside the cabin is a world similar to a mustard seed space, with winding paths, rockeries, ponds, pavilions and pavilions built along the hills.
Yan Yun, led by a young female disciple, climbed up the steps.
Not long after, he was standing by a shallow stream.
The bluestone path meanders through the dense forest.
There is a spring that originates from the mountains, and merges with the water in the forest. It gradually gathers momentum and gathers into a small pool in a low-lying area at the foot of the mountain. It is no more than five feet wide and the water is only knee-deep.
Lingling waves, crystal clear, green water and green grass, and swimming fish.
A low thatched cottage stands beside the shallow water.
The thatched cottage is only eight feet square, with low eaves, and is made of ordinary fir wood. It has rather exquisite railings. A young woman is sitting in front of the Yaoqin, resting happily.
There is no doubt that this girl is Fairy Ziyuan.
"Your Majesty, Yan Yun will bring you here." The female disciple bowed and said.
"Well, you go down." Fairy Ziyuan said.
Yan Yun glanced at him with his spiritual consciousness and felt that the other party was unfathomable, then he bowed: "Junior Yan Yun, pay my respects to senior."
"Come here." Fairy Ziyuan's tone was calm, which was very different from when she was in the martial arts field.
Yan Yun said yes and strode forward. Although it was his first time to meet a Juyuan Realm monk, he could feel her overwhelming power of oppression, but he was indifferent.
Soon, Yan Yun was standing outside the thatched cottage.
Fairy Ziyuan turned sideways, revealing her true face in Lushan.
This woman has a better face, no less good than any woman Yan Yun has met in his life, and with her full spiritual energy, she seems to be even better.
Describing this woman as beautiful and fragrant does not mean to praise her, it is just a straightforward statement.
The only thing that surprised Yan Yun was that the Nanshan Sect was the so-called Middle-earth righteous way, but the foxy look in this woman's eyebrows made him a little uncomfortable.
Fairy Ziyuan's red lips parted slightly: "Have you ever seen a monk of the same level as me before?"
Yan Yun lowered his head and said, "I met Senior Liao Sheng once in the martial arts field."
"Haha, that's true." Fairy Ziyuan smiled and said, "Sit down."
"Thank you, senior."
After Yan Yun finished speaking, he sat on the ground.
Fairy Ziyuan nodded and said: "You know the rules, but why are you not as good as you are now in the martial arts field?"
Yan Yun said sternly: "Nothing but, I just serve the sect diligently."
"Isn't it duplicity?"
"The heart of the younger generation can shine through the sun and the moon."
"Hmph, even those who have lived and died for the sect are not as shameless as you."
"It takes time to see people's hearts, and given time, seniors can understand it themselves."
Fairy Ziyuan has a special status and is above all cultivators. She has developed the habit of bossing around. But after a few brief conversations with Yan Yun, she was unable to embarrass Yan Yun with coercion. Every word she said was neither humble nor overbearing. She couldn't help but be surprised. .
Fairy Ziyuan changed the subject and suddenly said: "Do you understand music?"
Yan Yun was stunned for a moment, and then said: "This junior once lived in King Yu's city and knows a little about music."
Fairy Ziyuan stretched out her five fingers like green onions and stroked the Yao Qin, and a series of notes sounded.
"I am in Beiyuan, and I came across a piece of music. I played it several times, but I couldn't figure it out. I wonder if you can give me some advice."
"Juniors don't dare. If seniors really have such elegant ideas, juniors are all ears."
"Very good."
Fairy Ziyuan looked solemn and sat upright, raising her jade arms. After a brief pause, she plucked the strings with her right hand and pressed the strings with her left hand to pick up the notes.
But I can see that her fair right hand holds, breaks, wipes, picks, hooks, ticks, beats, picks, wheels, pinches, plucks thorns, rolls and brushes; her left hand chants, 猱, Chuo, Zhu, bump, advance and return, retreat and return, rise, etc. The techniques are presented one by one, and in just a moment, a desolate world is outlined.
Just as he was intoxicated by this moment, he suddenly felt his head sink, and he was in a trance, as if he was in an illusion and confusion.
Soon, he felt that he was back at Longtou Pass, standing on the city gate, looking at the land swept by yellow sand, and the camel caravan slowly passed by.
Immediately afterwards, the scene changed, and groups of Qiang people swarmed in!
The fireballs thrown by the trebuchets, the shouts of killing, and the painful groans of the sergeants all filled my mind...
Yan Yun's shirt was stained with blood, he bent his bow and shot an arrow at the enemy...
This situation is exactly the same as when Yan Yun and Gong Zheng were facing each other and were enveloped by the maze disk!
He was startled and tried to get rid of the psychedelic entanglement, but to no avail.
This was more dangerous than that day in the labyrinth circle, because at that time it was just the vision that blinded the eyes, but today, Fairy Ziyuan started with the auditory hallucination and gradually invaded the mind.
There are many secrets in Yan Yun's heart, such as the Great Wilderness Nebula Art, the Netherworld Soul Flag, the Great Wilderness Sect's Ancestor's Cave, and the Peerless Resting Land...
He remembered these things passively and under the deliberate provocation of a Juyuan Realm monk.
With Fairy Ziyuan's ability, it may not be possible to break through Yan Yun's self-protection barrier and unknowingly make him reveal all his secrets.
The moment his vigilance rose, a clear spring rose from the pool of mana in his Dantian, passed through the body in a straight line, and reached his eyes.
With this coolness, a protective barrier was created in the depths of his eyes.
The longitude and latitude formed by the power of creation awakened him from the chaos. He found that he was sitting opposite Fairy Ziyuan, and she was looking at him with cold eyes.
"You can beat the direct descendants of Tianzhu Peak. Obviously you have some special skills. Yu Zhenzi taught you?" Fairy Ziyuan said.
Yan Yun's heart froze, and he thought to himself, could it be that in this short period of time, his past events at Longtouguan were recalled by her through verbal inquiries?
In other words, she had already interrogated him about his origins, but now she was starting to delve deeper.
"Half yes, half no." Now that Yan Yun's mind is clear, he will no longer be bewitched by Fairy Ziyuan.
"What's the explanation?" Fairy Ziyuan raised her eyebrows.
"Master Yu Zhenzi is just showing me how to get started. I can defeat Senior Brother Gong Zheng only because of Master Yanhe's gift." Yan Yun did not show any signs of abnormality and spoke with a straight tone, like a puppet.
"Hmph! Yanhe? Does he have such ability?" Fairy Ziyuan was obviously not satisfied with this answer.
"Everything junior said is true."
"Then how do you break through the confusion of the Dharma Disk?"
"Maybe senior didn't notice it at the time, but it was Master Yanhe who suggested it..."
"He? He's so arrogant!" Fairy Ziyuan turned pale and felt quite angry.
Yan Yun's move of putting the responsibility on Yan He was against the virtues of a disciple and was really a last resort.
Even if Yan Yun was telling the truth, Fairy Ziyuan was not caught at the scene, so she would not be able to hold Yan He accountable, let alone confront Yan He.
"How did you obtain the human-faced vulture?"
"When we were in Lianyun Village..."
Yan Yun briefly recounted the situation in Lianyun Village. The process of taming the human-faced vulture was attributed to luck.
"How did you come up with the idea of making a bet with Gong Zheng? Are you coveting the orthodoxy of our sect?"
"I didn't think much about it at the time. I just wanted to take a gamble and cheer myself up."
Fairy Ziyuan wanted to explore Yan Yun's privacy by using the charm of the piano's music. Unexpectedly, his answer was like a blank piece of paper and she couldn't find any flaws.
However, she was too confident and thought that Yan Yun, a first-level low-level disciple, could not resist her auditory hallucination technique, so she did not take it seriously.
"You are good at using bows and arrows. Are you a spy sent by the Moyuan Sect to our Nanshan Sect?" Fairy Ziyuan's words went straight to the core.
"Bows and arrows have been used by this junior since he was a layman. The name Moyuan Sect was first heard by this junior after he joined the Nanshan Sect..."
