One in front and one behind, two streams of light rushed out of the atmosphere very quickly, chasing back and forth in the deep universe.
But the white streamer in front flew faster and faster, and the ball of fire that was constantly chasing behind quickly reached its extreme speed. We could only watch the distance between the two grow rapidly.
Wang Sheng gritted his teeth and forcibly activated the Red Feathers and the three-legged golden crow in the fire closed its wings like a sharp arrow, increasing its speed again!
In the Chunyang Sword Sect, in the hall, everyone was stunned to look at the shrunk stone statue in surprise, and felt the ancient words that had appeared in their hearts...
The first thing I realized was Xilian, who originally knew how to talk about the ancient tune.
She pursed her lips, sighed softly, staring at the stone statue, not knowing what she was thinking.
Qing Yanzi slowly sat down with a seat, his eyes a little sad.
What the ancestor said was:
‘I am a frustrated person in the path of immortality, so why do you need to add incense to worship?
Those who inherit my immortal path must remember not to ask about the past and practice with peace of mind. After the flying immortals in the Ming Dynasty, you should not show off yourself or investigate the wars of that year.
The heaven has passed away, and I have no contribution to protecting you or taking care of you. If there is nothing to do, I can live in a corner with peace of mind.
What is the use of immortality?
What's the use of free luck?
If you step to the end of the path of immortality, you will only feel at a loss, and all the underworld will be injustice.’
The hall was a little quiet. The Taoist priests from other Taoist priests who witnessed this scene were also in a complicated mood at this moment.
In addition to being shocked, Dao Xin felt the pessimistic words he had just heard, and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Then I thought that the ancestors of the Chunyang Sword Sect could still appear. Their family inherited the truth, and so many disciples, after so many years of worship, did not even have any similar situations. Could it be their ancestors...
But then, they realized that the problem did not seem so simple.
The Taoist inheritance that worships Chunyangzi is not only the Chunyang Sword Sect, they have never received such a precept as the ancestor?
What exactly is "talking" here, it is really hard to figure out for a moment.
Qing Yanzi sighed softly, stared at the three little apprentices in front of him, and raised his hand to wave them to come forward.
Mu Wanxuan walked to the sculpture of the ancestor, picked up the gravel, then wrapped it with a ball of magic power, sent it back to the location where the stone statue was damaged, filled the gravel, and sealed a slowly rotating Tai Chi diagram outside.
Wang Xiaomiao blinked and couldn't help but walk to Xilian and asked what the ancient tunes that the ancestor just said meant. Xilian translated it in detail.
"Sister," Wang Xiaomiao held Xilian's arm and whispered, "Don't worry, this is at least good news. The immortal in the Heavenly Court still survives."
Xilian, who was originally sad and sad, couldn't help but smile, snuggled up with Wang Xiaomiao, and continued to be in a daze towards the sculpture.
How should this matter be viewed?
What can Chunyangzi say if he survives?
Taoist Master Qinglin was at the bottom of the battle between the two sides. With the counterattack of the Heavenly Court, even though Taoist Master Qinglin improved, the probability of survival in the last battle was not high.
He was just a symbol of the earth's Taoist world in ancient times. It was very common to see the entire force of the Heavenly Court.
The pessimistic meaning revealed in Chunyangzi's words and the negative emotions expressed seem to prove that the heaven no longer exists...
"Master, I'm a little tired," Xi Lian said, "Go back and rest first."
Qing Yanzi nodded with a smile, and Wang Xiaomiao hurriedly followed Xilian and left.
"cough!"
Qing Yanzi cleared his throat and said, "Jing'an, Liu Ji, you two will burn incense. When your second senior brother comes back later, I will set a name for you for you."
“Yes, Master.”
The fourth and fifth brothers lowered their heads and responded. They had no idea what had happened at this time, but they just obeyed the order and inserted the burning incense in their hands into the incense burner.
The smoke in the hall was curling, but it always made people feel that something was missing.
After waiting around, Wang Sheng still did not return. After a few hours, seeing that the three little guys were really unable to hold on, Qing Yanzi said that the ceremony would continue, and gave him a Taoist name, and at the same time, the parents, relatives and friends of the three new disciples had dinner together.
As time passed, the atmosphere in the hall gradually became more lively. Several Taoist priests and Qing Yanzi exchanged cups and talked about the latest news in the Taoist world;
The three new apprentices also sat with their families, nagging and being nagging, asking and being told.
Chunyang Sword Sect couldn't help but the disciples' families went up the mountain to visit their children, but they would also remind them that this would affect the Taoist heart of the monks.
If you want to step on the path of immortality, you should leave the mortal world.
At night, the three parents stayed on the mountain to sleep with Wei Lin and the other two overnight. The Taoist priests had already said goodbye and left. Later, Qing Yanzi would send his disciples' relatives down the mountain to leave.
That night, there was a little more warmth and reluctance above the Chunyang Sword Sect.
Parents all hope that their children can have a good future, live longer, have stronger abilities, and can protect themselves in an uncertain environment in the future; and at the cost, they are entrusting their children to the Chunyang Sword Sect in the future...
The rules of the Chunyang Sword Sect state that disciples in the Foundation Establishment Period can only go down the mountain to visit their parents every two years, except for those who suddenly have major events at home.
The next afternoon, after the three couples were sent down the mountain by Qing Yanzi and Jingyun, the Chunyang Sword Sect finally officially got on the right track.
The three little apprentices were led by Chi Wen to practice a simple swordsmanship. From today on, it will be difficult for the three of them to be idle again.
However, Wang Sheng disappeared after he left, and there was no news. It made people feel a little worried, and I don’t know where he chased him.
Compared to the planets, the universe is too vast.
On the 23rd day after Wang Shengfei left, in Mu Wanxuan's attic, female cultivators from the Sword Sect gathered together to have tea and chat.
Qing Yanzi was teaching three little apprentices to recite Taoist scriptures in the forage cottage. Chi Wen was ordered to go over and listen together. The scene... It was always like a funny Chinese teacher in middle school class doing classical Chinese analysis.
"Oh, will my brother fly out of the immortal forbidden area directly? Don't let us?" Wang Xiaomiao blinked, then felt sobbing, and took the opportunity to run to the senior sister's arms for comfort.
Mu Wanxuan sighed and patted Wang Xiaomiao's back gently, but she was just worried about Wang Sheng's safety in her heart.
Xilian sneered, "Your Highness Yaoyun said that with your brother's current foot strength, you can't fly to the edge of the immortal forbidden area in a few years. Don't think about it. After eating snacks, I went to play games with my elder sister. The team lacked milk these days."
"I'm not thinking about it, but now the various families have spread this matter, saying that our ancestors have appeared and taken my brother away," Wang Xiaomiao sighed quietly, "This rumor has become so fast, and it was clearly circulating at the beginning. "
Jingyun said: "Probably, people in the world want to hear what they want to hear, and monks are no exception."
Xilian opened her phone and opened a model picture of the starry sky. She seemed to be calculating something, but she quickly rolled her eyes and threw the phone to Wang Xiaomiao.
"Think about it, when will your brother come back?"
However, Wang Xiaomiao threw the phone back directly and said with a smile: "If I infer that right, it should be half a year later."
"Half a year?" Mu Wanxuan was stunned.
Wang Xiaomiao nodded slightly and said seriously: "If my brother chased the box, he would have caught up now. If he couldn't catch up at the beginning, he would probably not be able to catch up later.
Then my brother's worried nature must have wanted to go around the cover array located in the asteroid belt and see what arrangements the immortals left there.
Based on the flight speed of my brother calculated by my master and the direction my brother left, it may take at least three months to reach the asteroid belt.
That's not going to the moon, the asteroid belt is between the orbit of Mars and Jupiter.
Moreover, after taking a comprehensive consideration, my brother will not waste too much time flying to the entrance and exit of the Immortal Forbidden Land. After ensuring that the barrier is still running, he will think about coming back and taking his senior sister and elder sister to the Moon Palace to practice and quickly improve his strength.
I can even imagine now... When my brother comes back, he will definitely have a gloomy face. He will first join the head and mutter a few words, and then he will give us a passionate speech to inspire us to practice faster."
Speaking of this, Wang Xiaomiao couldn't help but complain: "Please be sure to cooperate at that time and don't tear my brother's station."
Xilian immediately sneered, Mu Wanxuan raised her hand and patted Wang Xiaomiao's head, with a little blame in her eyes.
So, half a year later...
...
The world of Taoism has been very peaceful in the past six months. The news that Wang Sheng was taken away by Master Chunyang was only spread for a few days and then it disappeared.
The official convened a meeting of various schools. Qing Yanzi was busy teaching his disciples, and Jingyun attended the meeting as the deputy head.
At the meeting, the official proposed to "regulate monks to enter the secular world" and let each family propose their own opinions and discussions.
Then the official proposed the idea of ​​gathering spiritual veins near Kunlun Mountain and using a large array to build a truly "small plane in the world of cultivation". The formation provided by the Diyin Sect, and the underworld immortals will also help.
But again, this is just a suggestion to solicit opinions from various schools of thought.
The changes within the Chunyang Sword Sect are not very obvious.
The disciples were diligent in practicing, the kitchen was busy cooking, and the traitors were also very leisurely.
However, the senior sister will not last too long every time she meditates. She will stand by the window a few days later, watching the direction Wang Sheng left that day.
The three little disciples all grew taller, entered the late stage of the breath condensation realm, and also mastered a set of basic sword techniques.
Qing Yanzi taught his disciples very fulfilling. Perhaps he suddenly became idle and didn't have to run around in the secular world. This Taoist priest's progress in practicing Taoism is like a staggering momentum.
However, in half a year, Qing Yanzi has made three small breakthroughs.
On the 192nd day after Wang Sheng left, a meteor that quickly passed by appeared in the sky, hovering directly above the Pure Yang Hall, releasing his own aura.
Of course, it was Wang Shengbensheng.
For a moment, the Chunyang Sword Sect was alarmed. Mu Wanxuan, who was in seclusion, stopped to understand the way of Yin and Yang, dispersed the surrounding Taoist rhyme, breathed a little relieved, opened the window and flew to the direction of the hall.
Wang Sheng was covered in dust at this time, his eyes were a little dark, and his face could not hide his fatigue.
Looking at the senior sister who flew first and hovered in front of him, Wang Sheng felt a little guilty; but Mu Wanxuan shook her head slightly, and a hint of peace of mind appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Just return safely.
"Xiaosheng? Are you catching up?" Qing Yanzi's voice came from the hall.
Wang Sheng shook his head with a serious expression and said, "Master, let me speak with you."
"Okay!" Qing Yanzi immediately opened the barrier of the hall, and Wang Sheng pulled Mu Wanxuan into it.
Chapter completed!