Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan has not felt this kind of peace for many years.

He is always busy practicing, busy fighting, busy doing one thing or another, and has no time to stop and enjoy a quiet sleep every night. During the day, he stays in the corner of the tea house and watches the sun slowly shine through the bamboo curtains. Then he changed the angle, chatting all over the place with a high-spirited guest, or urging Jiang Nianen to practice, or immersed himself in the weapon refining room to practice his talentless weapon refining skills.

Although, those dangers were still happening around him, and news of the war came every day. Some people died while he was quietly sipping tea, and some people bled while he was taking a nap out of boredom.

However, he was trapped in this small teahouse. There are people who have been looking for him secretly. Those people were not diverted by the incident of washing the treasure pool, nor were they confused by the still fierce war.

His master Ming Yangzi only wrote a few words in a cryptic secret letter, asking him to hide in the dark until he informed him that he could move.

So he slept with one eye half-open, and when he drank tea his consciousness surrounded him like an alert hound.

He was waiting for a sudden spell or a sword, no matter what it was, he kept his mind tense, not to be confused by this seemingly peaceful life, not to be corrupted by the illusion of laziness.

And this time, it will be ten years in the blink of an eye!

For immortal cultivators, time is just a moment in a year, and ten years and a hundred years are just a snap of the fingers.

It's not long, but it's not short either. At least it's enough for him to persevere in improving his several magical powers.

He has cultivated the "Nine Heavens Dividing Art" to the fifth level and reached the bottleneck again. This technique will be greatly improved at even-numbered levels, and it will be accompanied by an extremely powerful spiritual consciousness spell, so the difficulty will be greatly increased accordingly. Don't expect to suddenly bottleneck before reaching the Nascent Soul stage.

He has mastered the four-character formulas of Huan, Break, Divide, and Return in the "Eight-Character Sword Art", and its power has been increased by one level. The other four missing words were still nowhere to be found, and Liu Qinghuan barely made any guesses about how they could be found.

Although other techniques such as the Destruction of Illusions and the Art of Transplanting Flowers and Trees have been improved, the one that has improved the most is the Qiankun Zhi, which he did not pay much attention to before.

This technique was the specialty of the old demon Wen Dao who had tricked him back then. It was said to be able to determine the universe, split mountains and rivers, control life and death, etc., but it never got much attention from Liu Qinghuan. Because he usually uses swords, the Sword of Life and Death and the Jingwei Sword can already handle most battles. No matter how advanced he is, he has to use the scabbard of the Tainan Immortal Sword, Qinglian Yehuo, or even Sanmulberry. After Qiankun was pointed into his hand, it has always been a useless existence without embarrassment or embarrassment.

If he hadn't had too much free time, and if he couldn't practice any other magic skills or was stuck at a bottleneck, he wouldn't have picked up this technique and practiced it again.

Facts have proved that it can become the famous attack spell of Wen Dao Lao Yao, and Qian Kun Zhi lives up to its reputation.

"Wow, ah, ah, ah..." An extremely angry roar came from the heart of the mountain. Liu Qinghuan retracted his evil finger, and at first glance, the power of Qiankun's finger was huge, but he accidentally deflected it in a direction, and exploded a large area. Mountain rocks. Then he smeared the soles of his feet with oil and ran towards the top of the mountain, quickly opening the protective array in the courtyard.

The soul with blue and black veins on his face had arrived like a whirlwind, angrily hitting the magic circle, staring at Liu Qinghuan with eyes that wanted to bite him twice!

Liu Qinghuan couldn't hide her smile, but she still bowed and said: "I'll forgive you, I just made a mistake. I made a mistake just now!"

The fat kid didn't listen at all, and still made a loud bang, and the light curtain of the magic circle kept shaking.

The soul of the pulse now lives in the heart of Daqing Mountain. Where it has stayed all year round, a small piece of ordinary rock has been transformed into a spiritual stone, which makes Liu Qinghuan extremely happy.

At this time, the five-tailed fire fox with dazzling fiery red fur walked past him with elegant steps and proud head held high, not forgetting to cast a look of contempt in the middle.

Liu Qinghuan touched his nose nonchalantly and took a step away in an unreasonable manner.

Because of the rarity of the soul-melting Fu Shenmu, he still hasn't found even a single seed, so he always has little confidence when facing the five-tailed fire fox.

Finally, he decided to temporarily stop practicing the Qiankun Finger and go back to his weapon refining room to continue his struggle.

What is gratifying is that after ten years of hard training, and after consuming a large amount of spiritual materials that would make ordinary Jindan monks impoverished, his weapon refining skills were finally brought to a level that is pretty good.

Liu Qinghuan was heartbroken and lost a lot of money, took out the forging recipe of Jiuqu Hongchen Pu, and sighed: "I have worked hard for so many years just to make you, but I don't know if it's worth it."

Having said that, at least judging from the instructions on the forging side, he still thinks it is worth it.

The Nine-Tune Red Dust Spectrum uses red dust as bones and nine kinds of spiritual water as flesh. The idea is very bold and wonderful. If it is successfully refined, this object will be a treasure with spatial properties.

However, if it were just like this, the Jiuqu Hongchen Pu would be just a powerful magic weapon, not worth Liu Qinghuan's effort.

In addition to the refining method, the forging method also mentioned an idea at the end, an idea that seems immature, that is, during the refining process, one's own influence on the way of heaven, on life, or on the way of nature. The integration of nine kinds of insights into it can make this treasure no longer just a magic weapon, but a Taoist tool.

Taoist artifacts are a type of spiritual treasure and the most unique type of spiritual artifacts. They are as unique as the elixirs that contain elixirs in alchemy.

Because it is necessary to integrate one's own understanding of the way of heaven, each Taoist tool is unique and must be refined by the monks themselves, so that it can reach the most suitable state.

This is the reason why Liu Qinghuan is obsessed with Jiuqu Hongchen Pu. He is now full of cultivation and lacks mental state. In the process of refining Taoist tools, he is also condensing his mental state.

Since ancient times, it has been easy to practice cultivation, but difficult to cultivate the state of mind. When it comes to the state of mind, it is empty and misty, looking but not seeing, hearing but not hearing. Should I just let nature take its course and do nothing, or should I know the good, know the bad, and be compassionate?

From the golden elixir stage to the Nascent Soul stage, the monks can truly enter the threshold of cultivation. The so-called truth refers to the elimination of mortal bodies and the construction of the true self. Not only is the power of magic greatly increased, the lifespan is doubled, but also the ability to initially communicate with heaven and earth, understand the laws and evolution, and use this to deduce the beginning of all things, until the Yang Shen emerges. Qiao, the wandering mind is too weak.

Every Nascent Soul monk who follows the right path needs to be unswerving, abandon distracting thoughts in the ups and downs of life, and realize the Taoist heart. And all this starts before the baby is born, so that the true self can be born. baby.

Therefore, even though Liu Qinghuan was cultivated by Sanmulgmu General to the perfection of the golden elixir stage, he would not be able to conceive a baby if his state of mind did not reach it. And the method he chose to cultivate his state of mind was to refine a Taoist weapon of his own.

The road of life is full of twists and turns, with sweetness, bitterness and bitterness like a big river, washing away day by day. So the world of mortals became the bones, the joys and sorrows became the flesh, and the Taoist heart became the soul, composing a song of mourning. After that, get rid of the false and keep the true, and forget about yourself.

He has collected almost all the materials for the Jiuqu Hongchen Pu, leaving only the last two kinds of spiritual water that he has yet to find.

What made him difficult was the nine perceptions and how to choose. And these nine kinds of insights should be consistent with the properties of the spiritual water he collected.

For example, the Wangyou cold water taken from the Xibao Pond back then was bone-chilling and never frozen. It could wash away evil and evil. Which kind of perception is best?

Liu Qinghuan thought about the past, and gradually cleared away the fog that blocked his eyes, and his eyes became clear.

Perhaps, he should walk around the major trading houses in the city to see if he can find the last two spiritual waters he needs. In addition, the preliminary preparations for refining the Jiuqu Hongchen Pu can also begin.

On this day, when he walked into the teahouse in the early morning rain, he was confused to find that there were already two guests in the teahouse this early in the morning.

Both of them have been regular visitors in the past few years. One is Zhou Shanwei, who is good at music, and the other is Cheng Ming, both monks in the late stage of foundation building. Judging from the close relationship between the two, they should be good friends.

At this time, the two people were talking in a low voice. Judging from their expressions, it was obvious that their conversation was about something heavy and mixed with deep worries.

Seeing Liu Qinghuan, the two of them raised their heads to say hello, and Zhou Shanwei couldn't wait to say: "Master Zhang, news just came from the front last night, saying that Damochuan on the Saofeng Continent was defeated and completely lost! "

This news did not surprise the three people present.

In fact, if Yun Mengze hadn't sent a large number of monks there, this defeat might have been several years earlier.

Since ten years ago, the Yin Yue Blood Realm has been unable to attack Yandang Castle for a long time, so it has gradually shifted its focus to the Sao Feng Continent.

Gangfeng Prefecture had long since fallen into the hands of the outside world, and once Damochuan was lost, only Izumo Prefecture was left in the entire Sao Feng Continent.

Liu Qinghuan opened his mouth, but was speechless for a moment.

Due to his own situation, many news could no longer be known as soon as before. The news of Sao Feng's defeat had reached the Eagle's Nest City, indicating that the matter was a foregone conclusion two or three days ago.

The other two people also sat facing each other in silence, and the deep sadness of the rabbit's death and the fox's death filled the small teahouse.

Finally, he said to Jiang Nian'en, who was standing dumbly in the corner: "Go to Xiling Commercial Bank and have a look. They should issue an urgent newspaper today. Buy one and bring it back."

The young man, who was already a monk in the early stages of foundation building, nodded silently and responded.

Liu Qinghuan turned around and said, "The two fellow Taoists who came here early in the morning probably didn't just come to tell me the news, or did they have other plans?"

The two looked at each other, Zhou Shanwei coughed slightly, and said, "Actually, we are here to bid farewell to the host. We have decided to go to Yandang Fort."

Liu Qinghuan was secretly surprised. He had to know that since the alien invasion for so long, he had seen many timid monks in the Eagle's Nest City. Most of them were casual cultivators who had no one to control them. There were also monks who simply escaped from the sect and were willing to hide. He wanted to live in hiding and was unwilling to go to the Eastern Wasteland.

To put it bluntly, these people are greedy for life and afraid of death, but to put it mildly, they are wise and protective. So what was the reason that made these two people suddenly willing to stand up?

But what they are talking about is not Saofeng Continent, but Yandang Castle?

After pondering for a while, he said: "You...are you going to Yandang Fort?"

The two of them did not realize what Liu Qinghuan meant. After all, in their opinion, Liu Qinghuan was the same person hiding in the Eagle's Nest City as they were.

Cheng Ming showed a bitter smile and said: "Yes. To be honest with the poster, we are actually very conflicted. Even after making this decision, we are still hesitant in our hearts. But to choose the lesser of two evils, I will go to Yandang first. Fort is better.”

Zhou Shanwei said: "The poster should have made plans early. Do you still remember the analysis when we got together?"

Liu Qinghuan said calmly: "Oh?"

"The Immortal Cultivation Alliance has never forced loose cultivators to resist the people of the Yin Yue Blood Realm - the closure of the Eastern Wasteland to external transmissions does not count, because the current situation is still under their control, and the main continent Yunmengze We also need to ensure that there is a certain amount of manpower available.”

"So you think we've reached the point of forced conquest now?"

Cheng Ming stood up and walked around anxiously, while Zhou Shanwei seemed much calmer and said in a calm tone: "Yes. The battle at Damochuan on the Saofeng Continent was said to have extremely serious casualties, and those who survived were Less than 20%. So now they only have the continent of Izumo Province, which they can no longer lose. But their cultivation world must be extremely short of people after such a huge damage, and our Yunmengze side will definitely not. If the entire Sao Feng Continent is allowed to fall into the hands of the outside world, it is very likely that a forced conquest will begin.”

He said to Cheng Ming: "Brother Cheng, it is much better for us to take the initiative to go to Yandang Castle than to be forced to go to Sao Feng Continent. The initiative is also in our own hands. You should also know that there is a bridge in the Eagle's Nest City. The mainland teleportation array leads directly to Izumo Province, and the situation in Qianye Mountain is very stable, and Yandang Fort is even easier to defend and difficult to attack, so our chances of survival are even greater."

Cheng Ming nodded with difficulty and sat down in frustration: "I understand, Brother Zhou doesn't need to say more."

Listening to Zhou Shanwei's succinct analysis, Liu Qinghuan felt as if blood was clogged in his throat, and surges of anger and intense sadness surged through his chest.

His disciples and friends were fighting with their lives against monks from other worlds on the front line, just to protect this place where they were born and raised and called home, but what about these people?

Look, who are they protecting?

Yes, he had known what these people were before, but he had never felt so disgusted as now.

How can they deserve to be called monks when they only care about themselves when faced with the difficulty of overturning the world? !

At this moment, Liu Qinghuan desperately wanted to escape from the Eagle's Nest City and return to his brothers.

He would rather face people from another world than see these rats again!

Liu Qinghuan's face was extremely ugly, but Zhou Shanwei realized that he was going in the wrong direction and comforted him: "Zhang Louzhu, you don't have to worry too much. With your superb weapon refining skills, as long as you are willing to go to the Immortal Cultivation Alliance to receive the task of refining weapons, Then you don’t have to go to the front line.”

He also reached out and patted Liu Qinghuan on the shoulder, sighing: "We casual cultivators can only survive if we make plans early."

Liu Qinghuan's eyes were cold, and he said lightly sarcastically: "I feel pity for those sect monks who are forced to go to the battlefield."

"Haha." Cheng Ming laughed out loud: "Who told them to eat two more bowls of rice than us on weekdays. As the saying goes, the more you get, the greater your responsibility. I am extremely lucky now that we have four major sects If we are in the Immortal Cultivation Alliance, we will end up in a situation like that of Sao Feng Continent, so we can be tolerant and generous to forgive those sect monks for their arrogance.”

Liu Qinghuan lowered his head and said sadly, "Yes, you should be forgiven."

The two stood up, Zhou Shanwei cupped his hands and said: "No more words, we have decided to leave today. Mr. Zhang, when we return to Eagle's Nest City one day, we will come to your teahouse again."

Liu Qinghuan chuckled and said: "That may disappoint you. I have just decided that from today on, Qingfeng Teahouse will be closed!"