Eternal Tranquility

When Mingyangzi saw Liu Qinghuan kneeling down, the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He slowly walked a few steps in front of him, lowered his head and asked, "What's going on?"

Looking behind him, Ming Yangzi's expression became serious, with a hint of low pressure: "Where is your second senior brother?"

Liu Qinghuan couldn't raise his head in shame: "Second Senior Brother, in order to save me..."

Before he finished speaking, Mingyangzi took a staggering step back, his old face seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

Liu Qinghuan was shocked, rushed over to support him, and said quickly: "Second Senior Brother, in order to save me, his body was destroyed by the Nascent Soul cultivator from another world, but his soul and golden elixir are still there."

As he spoke, he reached into his clothes and carefully took out Ji Yue's golden elixir: "However, senior brother seems to have fallen into a deep sleep."

Ming Yangzi took a breath and said angrily: "You little bastard, can you speak without hesitation? Do you want to scare me to death?"

As he spoke, he slapped Liu Qinghuan on the head.

He screamed and hugged his head: "Master, I was wrong, I was wrong, stop fighting!"

On the other side, Ming Yangzi had already picked up Ji Yue's golden elixir, looked at the soul sleeping in the golden elixir with regret, turned over his hand and took out a box carved from misty ice, put it into it and put it away. Then he shouted: "Come in! Tell me everything that happened in your line of work!"

Liu Qinghuan followed him reluctantly and walked to the house.

The master and the apprentice talked behind closed doors for a long time. After understanding everything, Ming Yangzi looked at his little apprentice with burning eyes, and was greatly shocked by the secret he knew.

Liu Qinghuan's whole body tensed up. If he could, he would certainly not tell anyone about the Sanmulberry tree. It's not that they don't trust Mingyangzi or Jiyue, but that Sanmulberry wood is extraordinary. The more people know about it, the less they know whether it is a blessing or a curse.

But now that Ji Yue has seen the roots of the Sanmulberry tree extending from his Dantian, he doesn't want to find other reasons to deceive or prevaricate. At least his senior brother and master are trustworthy.

Ming Yangzi tapped the table next to his hand, lost in thought, and said after a while: "I remembered one thing... Back then, Old Man Tianji used prediction techniques to calculate that the sealing war was extremely dangerous, but there was only one way to A glimmer of hope.”

Liu Qinghuan was confused. This was the first time he heard this statement: "A... glimmer of... life?"

After speaking, his eyes widened in surprise and he said, "Master, you are not talking about me, are you?"

Ming Yangzi said: "Yes, at that time he calculated that a glimmer of hope existed at the Immortal Ascension Conference when you first entered. However, our various factions secretly observed but found nothing unusual at all, and we don't know what this glimmer of vitality refers to. . Now it seems that it will probably fall on you."

Liu Qinghuan felt a big stone hit his head and was stunned: "Wha, what? How is that possible!"

Ming Yangzi twirled his long beard with satisfaction and said with a smile: "If I tell Lord Ling Yang that my apprentice is the only chance of survival, the old guy will definitely be so angry that he vomits blood."

After laughing, Ming Yangzi quickly said seriously: "I think you should know that it is very difficult to improve the level of an interface, and the appearance of a sacred tree is the fastest, but also the rarest. One. Sacred trees generally grow in the interface above the middle world, and even in the middle world, they are very rare. Although I don’t know how it will affect the sealing war in our interface, there is no doubt that it will. Yes, this can definitely be called a ‘line of hope’.”

He patted the still dazed Liu Qinghuan on the shoulder comfortingly: "You are indeed my disciple. The sacred tree will choose you. It really has vision! This is your great opportunity. You will go further than us!"

"Master..." Liu Qinghuan felt mixed emotions in his heart, feeling that the responsibility on his shoulders was suddenly so heavy that it could crush him.

"Okay, don't be squeaking." Mingyangzi said: "For us monks, every step we take is filled with dangers and opportunities."

He stood up and paced back and forth in the room, considering various pros and cons, and said: "This matter cannot be known to others for the time being. I will find a way to cover up the matter of the Karasuba Qiu mine. And since you have reached the late stage of Jindan , let’s not worry about other things for the time being, return to the sect and start retreating, and prepare to attack Nascent Soul.”

Liu Qinghuan thought for a while and said: "Master, although my cultivation has reached the Great Perfection, I have no premonition of having a baby..."

"Not now, maybe after a few decades of seclusion." Ming Yangzi interrupted him, walked to the desk and sat down, picked up a pen and started writing a letter, saying: "Don't be in danger now. On the front line, I will explain this matter to the sect.”

Liu Qinghuan was filled with gratitude and bowed down with great respect: "Thank you, Master!"

Mingyangzi raised his head and glanced at him while writing: "Monkey, why don't you come quickly and sharpen your ink for me?"

Liu Qinghuan quickly got up and picked up the ink stick: "Master, are you writing a letter to senior brother?"

Mingyangzi snorted and said without raising his head: "Yes, those old guys! They sent my apprentices all over the world. Your senior brother has been out there for a long time! Now your second senior brother has suffered such a big disaster. Difficult, this old man is heartbroken and in urgent need of the comfort of my disciples!"

The corners of Liu Qinghuan's eyes twitched, she suppressed her laughter and cried, and said worriedly: "Second Senior Brother..."

"Don't worry about Yue'er. He will be returned to you as a complete senior brother after a short period of time."

"oh."

When Liu Qinghuan walked out of the house, she felt much lighter all over. With his master standing in front of him, he would have the courage to fight even if the sky fell.

After returning to his small courtyard and sleeping soundly for two days, the exhaustion was finally gone. He opened the door full of energy and saw Di Rou waiting at the entrance of the courtyard.

Seeing him come out, Di Rou muttered: "Master, you finally came out."

Liu Qing said with a smile: "Little girl, how long have you been waiting?"

Di Rou only shook his head, then smiled again and began to talk about his experience during this period.

Speaking of which, to this day, Liu Qinghuan has not officially accepted Di Rou as his disciple. The war was busy before, and he rarely had free time every day, so this matter has been delayed.

Since Di Rou got over her relationship with her father, she often stayed by Yan Jing's side to make up for the missing father-daughter love for many years.

Now that he has time, he should find a time to formally let her perform the apprenticeship ceremony.

The two of them chatted and laughed and went to the front. Ming Yangzi was not there. They probably went to the headquarters of the Immortal Cultivation Alliance. There were a few letters on the table.

Liu Qinghuan picked them up and found that they were all his own.

Turning over the letters, there was a letter from Mo Qianli telling him that he had left Jade Dragon City and now went to Eagle's Nest City. There were also letters from other acquaintances telling him or asking some questions.

At the bottom, there is a letter from Sao Feng Continent, which is quite thick.

Di Rou asked curiously: "Master, who sent this?"

Liu Qinghuan tore open the envelope and said casually: "It's a good friend of mine in Sao Feng Continent."

He glanced at it, his brows furrowing more and more.

The letter was written by Lele and Yanhua.

The situation on Xiaofeng's side is very bad now. Gangfeng Prefecture, where the Ten Thousand Demons Valley is located, has basically been occupied by people from the Yinyue Blood Realm, who have begun to invade Damochuan.

There are many mortal kingdoms on Damo River, and most of them are mortals. Mortals are the foundation of the world of cultivating immortals. Without mortals with a huge base, the number of new cultivators will decrease sharply.

However, the world of immortal cultivation in Xiaofeng Continent is not like Yun Mengze's side. It cannot compare with this side in terms of overall scheduling, mobility, and execution.

There are four sects in Yunmengze that integrate the entire world of immortality like a monolith, but the Sao Feng Continent is often a mess, falling into separate battles.

This is also the reason why Yin Yue Blood Realm can gain a foothold there so quickly. In the letter, Lele expressed his dissatisfaction with those sects and worries about the current situation in a roaring tone.

There is another page in Yan Hua's handwriting, describing the situation in very simple and calm words, explaining that the recent offensive in the other world has become more and more fierce, and finally making a request.

It was this request that made Liu Qinghuan frown.

Di Rou asked cautiously: "Master, what's wrong?"

Liu Qinghuan pondered for a moment and said, "Rou'er, how do you think we, Yunmengze and Sao Feng Continent, will handle each other's relationship in this war?"

Di Rou blinked her clear spring eyes and said, "Is it your friend asking you for help?"

"Yes. They want us to send people over to help them resist the invasion of other worlds, but we are too busy taking care of ourselves, and the alliance probably doesn't agree, so my friend hopes that I can help them deal with it."

Di Rou is not an ordinary woman, her intelligence is incomparable. She said: "We and they belong to the same interface, and of course we need to help each other. But we ourselves also have to resist the invasion, and we don't have enough manpower, so we can't send A large number of monks have come over. Rather than letting them count on this help that will not be of much use, it is better to let them stand up on their own!"

Liu Qinghuan's eyes lit up and he said with interest: "How do you say that?"

Di Rou clasped her hands behind her back, shook her head and said: "It is better to teach a man how to fish than to teach him how to fish. What the Sao Feng Continent lacks is not people, but a general. There is a saying in the mortal military manual: A general is the auxiliary of the country." If Zhou is assisted, the country will be strong, and if it is supplemented, the country will be weak. Therefore, there cannot be a decision-maker to coordinate the overall situation and issue orders in a war. Otherwise, the country will be like scattered sand, doing its own thing without any rules. You can't live without a king, and you can't live without a family for a day. Our world of immortality naturally has no king and no owner, but when facing a large-scale war, we also need an effective organization, such as our alliance of immortality. "This is something we can help them build, much better than just sending a few people over."

Liu Qinghuan said thoughtfully: "This is not easy. There are no sects over there that are as prestigious as the four sects and can convince the public. If they could be established, they would have been established long ago, and they would not be as scattered as they are now."

Di Rou had a cold look on her face, but her delicate body exuded a strong and confident aura: "But we do! In this life-and-death situation, they have experienced the horror of the Yin Moon Blood Realm and know the cruelty of war. , then we will send capable people over, and their acceptance will be much higher than at the beginning. Then through step-by-step guidance, we will slowly establish their own immortal cultivation alliance and command hub, although this is time-consuming. It will take longer and cannot be solved overnight, but it is the most fundamental way to solve the problem. "

Liu Qinghuan had known that Emperor Rou had great wisdom, but now he looked at her with admiration again. She was indeed Yan Jing's daughter.

However, a general who can strategize and have prestige is not so easy to find.

As the cultivators improve their cultivation, their spiritual intelligence will also improve. No cultivator is a fool or idiot. But to be truly wise and resourceful, only some extremely talented people can do it. When wisdom reaches its limit, it is not just about the aura of the mind, but also about the overall situation, knowing what one can do, etc. Even one's temperament will affect the display of wisdom.

No matter how smart a person is, how far can he see? Those who plan for the overall situation are not enough to plan for a region, and those who do not plan for the eternity are not enough for a certain period of time.

The people sent to Sao Feng Continent must be able to handle complex sect relationships, balance the interests of all parties, and even gain a foothold step by step on their own, which is not something ordinary people can do.

Liu Qinghuan thought about the feasibility of this matter, shook the letter in his hand, and sighed slightly: maybe he should make an effort just for the sake of the friendship between Lele and Yan Hua.

The two masters and apprentices discussed some small details again. As for the subsequent meeting with Yan Jing, negotiations and communication with the alliance, etc., that is a matter for later, and will not be mentioned for the time being.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Liu Qinghuan let Di Rou go, got up and walked out.

Di Rou chased after her and asked, "Master, are you looking for Aunt Mu?"

Liu Qinghuan slapped her feet and said with a smile, "I still have other things to do. I'll see you later, Aunt Mu."

Di Rou stamped her feet and pouted: "You are so cold to Aunt Mu. Aunt Mu is even sad. Master hates it!"

Liu Qinghuan sighed and made a stern look: "What do children know about adults' affairs?"

He continued to walk forward when he heard Emperor Judao behind him: "Huh! I'm not young anymore. Master, you think too much and are confused."

Liu Qinghuan smiled bitterly, but did not stop walking. He only waved his hand and said: "I know, I will go see your Aunt Mu later."

Yes, he has a lot of worries now. As the war continues, he has no time to talk about the love between his children.

The sealing war came too suddenly, hitting everyone on the head like a bolt from the blue. The bloody and fierce battles in Qianye Mountain day after day made him no longer sure about the future.

In today's world, he will live today and die tomorrow, and he is often at the cusp of the storm, struggling on the edge of extreme danger. If he died accidentally, why should a woman bear the pain and separation?

So wouldn't it be better to end everything before it really starts?

He was also hesitant and unable to make a decision.

However, some things cannot be avoided for a long time. After all, he was the one who provoked the situation in the first place, and now he is the one who is holding back, so what should be said clearly should be made clear as early as possible.

Liu Qinghuan swallowed the bitterness and walked out of Yandang Fort.

At this time, the setting sun was like blood, and a desolate mist floated on the Qianye Mountain in the distance. The huge space crack in the sky looked ugly and terrifying.

The plain was covered with desolation, and the uninterrupted fighting continued. The people coming and going looked tired and numb, and most of them had expressionless faces.

The smoke and dew are heavy with frost, and the wind howls, the sad sound invades Zheng's robe.

According to the saddle, there are sand and moraine, and the white bones are left and burned.