Chapter 139: What a good life

Chapter 139: What a good life

With the protection of the token, the two of them went down the mountain very quickly, and it took them less than half a day to reach the bottom of the mountain.

Walking out of the fog restriction at the door, Li Chuyi looked back at the mountain road that was once again submerged in the fog.

He couldn't help but want to cry when he thought about how he had to be well prepared every time he went up and down the mountain. He didn't dare to leave until he was fully prepared.

What a cheat!

If he had known that this token had such a function, how could he dare to come down only once every ten days and a half!

Xiaoyu saw her face and knew what he was thinking, and couldn't help but feel amused again.

"Okay, don't look. Let's leave quickly. If we're late, we won't be able to catch up."

An unsympathetic girl.

Li Chuyi curled his lips and couldn't help but be startled when he turned to look at the sword-asking platform in front of him.

Every time he went down the mountain, he was used to seeing the bustling crowds on the sword-asking platform. Now looking at the empty sword-asking platform made him feel uncomfortable and very puzzled.

"Isn't that some kind of laxative competition held here?" Li Chuyi couldn't help but ask.

Xiaoyu wrinkled her nose: "Why are you so disgusting? What a laxative contest, it's a Babel contest! Babel contest!"

Then she explained with a smile: "The Tongtian Competition was held here at the Sword Asking Platform, but it was the final of the top ten. The ten strongest people from each realm in Taixu Palace competed in this showdown! As for the previous competitions They are distributed in various small martial arts arenas in Shenjian Peak.”

Li Chuyi suddenly realized.

He was thinking about it before. Although the sword-asking platform is big, there are more disciples below the god-refining stage in Taixu Palace. They are all huddled here, let alone competitions. They can't even stand apart. He understood when Xiao Yu said this. .

"Let's go, let's just find a martial arts arena to participate in the selection. The top three in each arena will be promoted, and they will compete all the way until the top ten are determined." Xiaoyu pulled Li Chuyi forward.

Following her, Li Chuyi couldn't help but feel a little amused as he thought about this grand competition.

Although he had few contacts with monks in the past, the Taoist priest once told him about the differences between monks.

The succession of disciples among monks is extremely strict. Even within the same sect, there are many factions. After a monk joins one of the factions, he cannot change factions, otherwise he will be regarded as a traitor and be hunted down.

Like Taixu Palace, the Nine Peaks are nine factions. If it were someone else, the disciples under each peak would not be able to switch to other peaks even if they die of old age. This is a rule recognized by most monks in the world.

But Taixu Palace is not like that.

Except for the main peak of Lingxiao, the disciples of the other eight peaks of Taixu are not allowed to change their sects unless they are named as disciples by an elder. The other disciples can come and go between the peaks at will. It can be said that there is no distinction between sects and factions.

Li Chuyi had seen disciples from other peaks come to practice at Shenjian Peak more than once, and listened to the explanations of the scriptures by the preaching elders at Shenjian Peak. Many disciples of Shenjian Peak also go to other peaks to study scriptures and discuss Taoism, and they travel frequently.

This always made Li Chuyi feel very magical, and made him feel that what the Taoist said was a bit exaggerated, and that there might not be such darkness among the monks.

When he told Xiaoyu his thoughts, the latter smiled slightly and looked proud.

"That's natural. How can our Taixu Palace compare with those brainless sects! The founder of our Taixu Palace once said, 'There are thousands of avenues, but different paths lead to the same destination.' Any path of cultivation will be the same in the end. It’s just that the process is different. Since the result is the same, why should we have any opinions?”

Li Chuyi's heart moved, and he felt that this was somewhat similar to the ideas that Taoist priests had been preaching.

Taoist priests have also said that those who make distinctions between good and evil, between humans and monsters, between living beings and ghost cultivators are all idiots, and those who are beaten and killed for this purpose are the idiots among the idiots, and are idiots.

His experiences since the Wuyang Tomb, especially the brotherhood shown by the five evil cultivators in the Huoyun Pit when they were about to die, convinced Li Chuyi of the Taoist priest's words.

As I was thinking about it, I heard Xiaoyu next to me continue to say:

"The founder of the sect once said that monks' cultivation depends on communication. Only communication can make us progress. The life span of a monk seems to be very long, but in fact it is also very short. He may die on the road of cultivation one day. Many of these monks died not because of the battle of life and death or against the catastrophe, but because of themselves. "

"What do you mean?" Li Chuyi frowned.

Sighing, Xiao Yu said quietly: "Because they themselves practiced the wrong method, took the wrong path, and practiced the method that was not suitable for them, they either went crazy or made no progress until their life span was exhausted and they died. die."

"Human life is too short, and the same is true for monks. If you choose the wrong path just because of your ignorance when you were young, and it turns out that you are unable to change because of those rules and you die, that would be a pity."

Li Chuyi felt deeply and sighed deeply.

He has the help of the "Tao Canon" and has never encountered any exercises that he cannot practice, so he has never experienced the distress and pain caused by inappropriate exercises.

But it was also because of the existence of "Dao Canon" that he could understand that feeling.

With the help of the "Tao Canon", his fellow practitioners seemed to be doing well, but no one knew the trouble in his heart. The increase in mana did not make him happy at all. What he cared about was the progress of the "Tao Code" and the increase in the magical aura.

Whenever he spent a long time thinking about the ten scriptures without making any progress, he felt like he wanted to go crazy. This feeling of wanting to vent but having nowhere to vent made him extremely uncomfortable.

Thinking about himself, and then thinking about the monks who were very similar to him because of inappropriate skills, and thinking about how they even died because of it, Li Chu suddenly felt very much admiration for the ancestor of Taixu Palace.

This ancestor broke the closed barriers between monks, gave his disciples more opportunities to choose, and made their possibility of becoming enlightened greater.

If the idea of ​​​​Taixu Palace can be promoted, maybe one day everyone in the entire human world can practice cultivation, everyone will have the opportunity to ascend, and there will be fewer and fewer fights among monks due to factions. , or even disappear completely.

But thinking about the greed of human nature, the limited resources, and the various desires and human nature such as power, selfishness, evil, etc., Li Chuyi laughed at himself and shook his head gently.

This is just a wishful thinking and it will never come true.

With their own thoughts on their minds, the two of them walked forward in silence.

Suddenly, a slight noise came from afar, and gradually grew louder as they walked.

Looking at the direction from which the sound came, Xiaoyu smiled slightly.

"Coming!"

"It's not too late, is it? If it's too late, will I not be able to participate?" Li Chuyi looked hopeful.

"Don't worry, the primary election lasts three days and today is only the second day. There is still plenty of time! Even if it is really over, I will still have a way for us to participate. Don't worry!" Xiaoyu knew what he was thinking, with a narrow-minded look on his face.

Am I worried? ! ! ! ! !

Li Chuyi's face instantly drooped, causing Xiao Yu to chuckle.

Not long after, the two arrived at the martial arts arena.

Looking at the sea of ​​people in front of him, his ears were buzzing with the roaring sound, and Li Chuyi was stunned.

Oh my God, everyone from Bafeng is here, right?

Xiaoyu was already used to this kind of scene, so she pulled Li Chuyi into the crowd and squeezed inward.

On the road, a dissatisfied monk frowned, and Xiaoyu glared back fiercely. Seeing that she was a little girl and seeing the token on her waist, she immediately understood her identity and hurriedly stepped aside. , Li Chuyi shook his head with a wry smile on his face.

Although he can be arrogant sometimes, he is still gentle and low-key most of the time. The Taoist priest once said, "Don't show off your talent, keep a low profile." Xiaoyu's approach was completely different from his principles.

How can you be so arrogant and still be so low-key!

In this way, Xiaoyu "killed" a bloody path out of the packed crowd. Li Chuyi followed behind and "smoothly" walked to the front. What caught his eye was the martial arts arena that was divided into three parts.

Looking around, Xiao Yu saw an old man with a white beard hanging an elder's token. His eyes suddenly lit up and he pulled Li Chuyi towards him, shouting as he walked.

"Grandpa Song, Grandpa Song, this way, this way!"

Song Maoxing is the elder of Taixu Peak. In his Taoist stage, he was sent to the branch venue here as a supervisor elder during this competition.

Just now, he was watching the competition between the two foundation-building disciples on the field with great interest. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice calling him. He turned around in confusion and was shocked when he saw the person clearly.

"Why is it this little ancestor!"

He is the elder of Taixu Peak. He naturally knows Xiao Yu and is quite familiar with her. He likes this quirky and smart girl very much.

But just because of his familiarity, he knew very well how naughty this little girl with the title of "Little Witch" was, especially in such a crowded and lively scene, she might cause some trouble.

Looking at Xiao Yu walking towards him, Song Maoxing was confused and felt a little headache, but with a smile on his face, he looked at Xiao Yu gently.

"Xiaoyu, hehe, do you want to see the fun? Come on, come on, sit next to me, you can see clearly from here."

Xiaoyu had already pulled Li Chuyi closer and smiled sweetly when he heard this.

"No, we are not here to watch the competition, we are here to participate in the competition!"

Song Maoxing's heart skipped a beat, knowing something was wrong. He knew there must be something wrong with this girl smiling so sweetly.

He couldn't figure out what this girl wanted to do, but Song Maoxing had already made up his mind that he would never let this girl participate in the competition. As long as she couldn't participate in the competition, she wouldn't be able to implement any evil ideas she had.

With this thought in his mind, Song Maoxing smiled gently, with a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"Girl, it's not that I don't let you participate, it's just that the sword has no eyes, and you are a disciple of a master. It is unreasonable for you to participate in the competition to compete with other disciples for places!"

Xiaoyu frowned when he heard this: "Grandpa Song, how can we, the monks, be timid in fighting? Do you think any of the great masters in the sky didn't come up through a battle of swords and swords? Naturally, I, Lu Shiyu, am no exception! Besides, I don't have any masters. I don’t even have a master, okay?”

"Why not? You are the head's daughter, and you also learned the head's sword skills. The head is naturally your apprentice!" Song Maoxing stroked his white beard and smiled.

"Nonsense, that's my father and not my master, how can he be considered my disciple?! I don't care, I want to participate in the competition! I have to participate in the competition!" Xiao Yu protested repeatedly, waving her little hand to grab Song Maoxing's beard .

Song Maoxing quickly dodged and looked at the reluctant Xiaoyu with a wry smile on his face.

His beard is his treasure. He grooms it carefully and takes great care of it. If any outsider dared to touch his beard, he would have slapped him to death. Only Xiaoyu, a fearless little girl, dared to attack him, and he had no choice but to smile bitterly.

Not daring to use too much force for fear of hurting her, Song Maoxing finally managed to control the crazy girl. He was both angry and amused when he saw her angry look.

"Girl, it's no use for you to cheat. This is our rule. Let's do this. Go back and ask your father. As long as the head of the sect agrees to let you participate, I will never say no!"

Looking at the frustrated Xiaoyu, Li Chuyi secretly laughed in his heart, and at the same time felt a little happy, muttering in his heart.

It seems that he may not have to participate in this useless competition.

What a good life!