Chapter 842: A Century-Old Knot
Patriarch Fentian and Master Tiancheng each achieved their own goals and did not stay here longer. They said goodbye to Ye Chunyang and left separately.
Only Ye Chunyang, Hua Yun, and Hong Ji were left in the living room.
"The name of Fairy Qingcheng in the Taoist world is famous far and wide. Even though we live in the border area, we have heard of this fairy's name. It is said that this woman is extremely talented and she has cultivated the golden elixir after only practicing for more than a hundred years. One point better than Lingyun Sect’s Su Xueyuan.”
After the Fentian ancestors left, Hua Yun couldn't help but praise.
"Yes, although Luo Qingcheng rarely appears in the world of immortality, her reputation is not small. Junior brother Ye, are you an old acquaintance with her?" Hong Ji noticed Ye Chunyang's strangeness and couldn't help but ask.
"It's true that we have a lot of connections." Ye Chunyang pondered for a moment and said with a face as clear as ancient water.
Hua Yun and Hong Ji looked at each other for a while, and seemed to hear something unusual, but they did not make any rash guesses.
"Junior Brother Ye, the Taoist world is the largest sect in East Continent after all. After wiping out the Demonic Tao, it has become even more popular. I guess you still need to come forward for this Dual Cultivation Ceremony." Hua Yun's eyes flashed, and he didn't know it had another meaning. Or something else, he said to Ye Chunyang after thinking for a while.
Ye Chunyang frowned slightly and said, "Senior brother, don't worry, Chunyang has his own sense of proportion."
After hearing this, Hua Yun nodded with relief, then said no more and left with Hong Ji.
Ye Chunyang didn't try to persuade him to stay, he just sat quietly in the hall, holding the invitation in silence for a long time.
In his mind, that windy and snowy night appeared involuntarily. Ye Chunyang asked himself that he had never had any distracting thoughts since he started cultivating Taoism. He only wanted to pursue immortality. However, over the past hundred years, a knot in his heart had been planted since that night.
In fact, decades ago when Lingyun Sect received the Holy Pattern Cauldron, he knew that Luo Qingcheng and Ao Qingyun were about to become a Taoist couple. He had wanted to go to the Taoist world to meet this woman in person several times to unravel this mystery. The knot that has been entangled in his heart for hundreds of years, but for some reason whenever he thinks of this woman, he unknowingly feels a little bit like escaping. Or maybe I had never thought about how I wanted to face her, so I put it on hold for many years.
Ye Chunyang raised his head, as if he saw the figure in white clothes fluttering on the western mountain ridge again, like an immortal figure, so profound!
He didn't know if the memories he had remembered for more than a hundred years were love, and he didn't know what kind of view she had of him, but he couldn't stand this woman becoming a Taoist couple with someone else.
a long time.
He glanced sideways at the invisible subject beside him, a wry smile flashed through his heart, and then the figure moved and walked into the secret room to calm down.
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Lingyun Sect Huixian Palace.
There were only two figures in the huge palace at this time, a middle-aged man with a majestic face and a handsome young monk. They were the sect leaders Huang Ying and Ao Qingyun. The two looked at each other silently, as if they had other thoughts on each other.
After a long time, Huang Ying's eyes narrowed slightly, staring closely at Ao Qingyun in front of him, and said: "Now it has been determined that the place of Immortal Tribulation is in the Western Region. Unfortunately, the entrance is hidden. Only the blood of two descendants of Immortal Tribulation can be gathered. I feel that this time you and Luo Qingcheng become a Taoist couple, Junior Brother Qingyun, you must do your best for me. "
Ao Qingyun frowned slightly and remained silent. After a long while, he nodded lightly: "Don't worry, Brother Headmaster, after the Double Cultivation Ceremony, Qingyun will try to find the entrance to the Land of Immortal Tribulation, allowing our sect to lead the heroes."
"You think so, I'm very happy for you."
Huang Ying showed a satisfied smile.
"The bloodline of the descendants of the Immortal Tribulation can sense the entrance. This is true for both you and Luo Qingcheng. If you two work together, you will definitely be able to find the entrance to the Immortal Tribulation in the shortest time. This is the place where the ancient monks died in ancient times. , there are important treasures hidden inside, and obtaining any of them may be of great benefit to the Condensation of Nascent Soul. As long as this sect can condense the Soul, no one in the world of immortal cultivation in Dongzhou can compete with me, the Lingyun Sect."
After saying these words, Huang Ying couldn't help but raise his head and laugh, as if he had seen a bright future.
Ao Qingyun looked indifferent and stood silently, but after hearing Huang Ying's words, a dark light seemed to flash in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
"By the way, after so many years, is there any news about Xue Yuan?" After a moment, Huang Ying laughed and asked as if he remembered something.
"No, the spiritual talisman left by Junior Sister Su is still there, but there has been no news in the past few years." Ao Qingyun shook his head, spread his hand, and revealed a talisman.
This talisman is the divine talisman that left the imprint of Su Xueyuan's spiritual consciousness when Zhengdao invaded the Demonic Sea of Purgatory. At this time, his spiritual consciousness is still there, but his person is nowhere to be found, as if he has disappeared from the world.
"Forget it, life or death is a matter of fate. Although the loss of Xueyuan will cause some damage to our faction's strength, as long as you and Luo Qingcheng hold a double cultivation ceremony and lead us into the land of immortal calamity, the situation will be completely different." Huang Ying He waved his hand and said with narrowed eyes.
Ao Qingyun looked vague, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he had no words.
"There are less than ten days left until the sixth day of next month. You can go down and have a good rest. You don't need to worry about other things in the sect these days." Huang Ying gave the last order.
Ao Qingyun nodded when he heard this, clasped his fists and retreated from Huixian Hall.
After a while, this huge palace became quiet, lifeless, and there was an invisible feeling of depression. But not long after such calm, a voice suddenly sounded from behind Huang Ying: "It seems that your work efficiency is good, and you have actually found a way to enter the land of Immortal Tribulation."
Huang Ying frowned, but his face remained unmoved, as if he was not surprised by the sound.
But he did not answer, just looked at the place where the voice came from with a gloomy face.
"You don't have to look at me like that. Didn't you save me to get the secret of the immortal tribulation? Now that you are about to achieve your goal, do you have any doubts?" The voice laughed sinisterly, as if mocking.
"I did save you to get the secret of the immortal tribulation, and you told me some of it, but you Huangquan Ancient Demons were vassals of the extraterritorial demons after all, so I can't trust you completely." Huang Ying replied coldly.
"Really? Whether you believe it or not is entirely up to you, but there are many treasures left by ancient cultivators in the land of immortal tribulation, including methods of condensing the Nascent Soul. If it weren't for this, why would you have taken so much trouble to use Ao Qingyun for so many years, and tried your best with Gu Xuan to match him with Luo Qingcheng for dual cultivation?" The voice in the dark sneered again.
As the words fell, a black light flashed in the hall, and a black shadow slowly emerged, wrapped in a phantom that looked like a human but not a human, like a demon but not a demon, with an extremely ferocious face.
"Use?"
Huang Ying glanced at the phantom, sneered and shook his head.
"Do you think Ao Qingyun is a person without any scheming? Although I want to borrow his power to find the entrance to the Immortal Tribulation Land, doesn't he want to rely on my power to achieve his own goals? Don't forget, he is the descendant of Lingxiao Immortal Venerable, who left a treasure house before disappearing in the Immortal Tribulation Land. If I'm not mistaken, Ao Qingyun has already known about this, so he tried every means to enter the Immortal Tribulation Land."
"Hehe, Lingxiao Immortal Venerable, that was once a great figure. As far as I know, in ancient times, this person could be ranked among the top five among your human cultivators. The treasure house he left behind must be extraordinary." The phantom chuckled twice.
"Hmph, let's not talk about the Lingxiao treasure house. You once said that you knew where the Immortal Plant Mansion was located. This mansion contains the Nine-orifice Mystic Ginseng, which is a must-have for our sect. You'd better not lie." Huang Ying's eyes were deep, and he suddenly raised his hand to interrupt the shadow's words.
The shadow paused and fell silent.
"Don't worry, since I promised you to take you to find the Immortal Plant Mansion, I will naturally do it as promised. After all, you still have something I want. It's no good for me to lie to you. But there is one thing I have to remind you. The Immortal Plant Mansion has a deep history, and it was split into pieces due to the impact of the ancient war. Most of it was involved in the void space. All I know is some incomplete places. I can't guarantee that there must be Nine-orifice Mystic Ginseng inside."
After confronting Huang Ying for a long time, the shadow said faintly.
Huang Ying frowned and said, "Only if I get the Nine-orifice Mystic Ginseng can I have a chance to condense an infant. No matter what, our sect will give it a try."
"It's up to you. Anyway, I only promise to help you find the ruins of the Immortal Plant Mansion after entering the Immortal Tribulation Land. Whether you can find the Dragon Spirit Fruit is your own business. But don't forget the agreement between you and me. Give it to me after the matter is done." The shadow sneered without comment.
"Don't worry, our sect is not a villain who doesn't keep his word. After you and I get what we need, we will owe each other nothing." Huang Ying replied indifferently.
Seeing this, the shadow said no more, and disappeared like a ghost after a flash.
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More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and there were less than three days left until the sixth day of the first lunar month.
The Dao Realm and the Dongzhou Orthodox Dao are second to none, and the disciples under the sect are the most numerous among all sects. Because a major day is approaching, the atmosphere in the Dao Realm has been hot in the past few days, with red lanterns and colorful decorations everywhere, and each disciple is busy with the arrangement.
Chen Yun is a disciple in the Daojie Canteen who is responsible for delivering spiritual food to various peaks. This person has average cultivation, but he is very clever. He is good at sweet talk and knows people's hearts well. Therefore, the senior leaders in the sect like him very much and reward him with some benefits from time to time, and Chen Yun is also happy about it.
For him, the road to immortal cultivation is endless, and it is impossible to achieve anything. It is better to enjoy the joy of the world before the life span is exhausted.
However, since an order came down from the top more than 20 years ago, Chen Yun's life has begun to be unsatisfactory. Since then, he has been ordered to be responsible for the food and daily life of a master uncle in Lingzhongju. Every day, he has to go down the mountain to purchase daily necessities for him. Not only did he lose rewards, but he was also isolated from other fellow disciples, and his life was very boring.
This morning, he went down the mountain to purchase as usual, and was returning to the mountain gate depressed on his flying sword.
When he was passing through a dense forest, he suddenly realized something and a cold look flashed in his eyes. But before he could say anything, the flying sword under his feet suddenly lost control and he fell headfirst into the woods and passed out.
Then a young man in black clothes slowly walked over.