Eternal Tranquility

It is too common for fights to occur in the world of immortality. Wherever there are people, there will be grievances. Even if there are no grievances, there will be disputes because of interests.

"What's wrong?" Liu Qinghuan asked.

Yan Zhengfeng looked worried and said: "I suspect that there are remnants of the Wanhu Demon Sect who are secretly targeting the disciples I sent out for training."

Liu Qinghuan raised his eyes, pondered for a moment and then said, "Is there any conclusive evidence?"

Yan Zhengfeng frowned even more: "Not yet. However, the disciple has questioned the injured disciple in detail, and has also seen the body sent back by the murdered disciple. The wounds all have the characteristics of magic cultivators."

After the Yin Yang and Fu Tu sects failed in their previous attempt to invade Yunmengze, due to Liu Qinghuan's tough tactics and using the prestige of Banshan Academy to exert pressure, the two demon sects finally became the target of public criticism. After compensating the disaster-stricken Yunmengze with a large amount of supplies, The remaining forces were quickly divided by Wanhu's various factions, and the disciples fled in panic.

The demon cultivators of these two sects must now hate him and Wen Shipai to the core!

Liu Qinghuan lowered his eyes, covering up the coldness in his eyes, and said calmly: "Then go and investigate, find out. The so-called teacher has a reputation, and if there is evidence, I can go find someone to tell him."

Yan Zhengfeng hurriedly responded "Yes": "I have been told to go downstairs and ask the disciples to reduce their trips to Wanhu in the near future. Even if they go out, it is best to hide their identities or go with others."

Liu Qinghuan nodded and asked: "When I came back, I saw a lively atmosphere in the door and all the disciples were very happy, but what's so good about it?"

"Tai Zun has forgotten that this year is the first time since the disaster that our various sects in Yunmengze will recruit new disciples on a large scale."

Speaking of this, Yan Zhengfeng finally smiled a little: "A few days ago, Elder Lin, who went to the Eagle's Nest City to take charge of this matter, came back from the summons. This time there were many children who came here to join our sect. After testing, The number of people who have reached the entry level is about 40% more than the last ten-year recruitment before the tribulation, and there are still many good prospects among them, so the disciples in the sect were very happy after hearing the news. "

I see. The inheritance of a sect is a top priority. If you want to survive for a long time, you must not only have great monks who support the sect, but also need to constantly have new blood join.

However, in the past few years, the mortals in Yunmengze also suffered a lot from this catastrophe. From the Wenshi sect in the east to the Shaoyang sect in the west, many prosperous mortal cities gathered along the way, but they were destroyed by the passing demons. Xiu killed and destroyed many people wantonly.

Liu Qinghuan became interested, asked in detail, and said happily: "This is very good, and it is not in vain that we have devoted all these years to restoring the rest and recuperation of the secular world. Although it is easier for a cultivating family to give birth to children with spiritual roots, the base is too small, and tens of millions of All mortals are the true foundation of the world of immortality.”

"Yes!" Yan Zhengfeng sighed, thought for a while, then bowed and asked: "Tai Zun, the entrance ceremony for new disciples will be held in about half a month. Do you want to host it personally?"

Liu Qinghuan felt a little emotional for a moment and said: "Since it is the first time since the disaster that the mountain gate is opened, and I happen to be inside the gate, it would be nice to see the children."

Yan Zhengfeng was overjoyed, obviously he did not expect that he would agree, and quickly said: "Disciple, go make arrangements now!"

He left happily, making Liu Qinghuan laugh. He returned to the backyard to tell Mu Yinyin the news.

Mu Yinyin thought for a while and took out the communication talisman: "In that case, I will postpone my departure for a few days and stay to watch the new disciples get started before leaving."

In the next few days, the atmosphere in the Wenshi Sect became more and more lively. The entire sect paid great attention to this event, and the news that he would attend the initiation ceremony spread like wildfire, causing a sensation among the disciples. Many disciples outside hurriedly went there. Rush back.

Qingjian Peak was quieter, and Liu Qinghuan was able to spend time with Mu Yinyin, but it was just a peaceful and warm day by the stream in the mountains, under the wind of pines and the moon.

During this period, he took the time to visit Songxi Tu. The cave was taken care of by Chu Yi and Xiao Hei, so there was nothing to worry about. What he wanted to see were the two fairy seeds planted earlier.

One has begun to take the shape of a bamboo. The bamboo body is as thin as a thumb and has grown to its second section. The branches and leaves are as green as swords, and the momentum is natural.

"Master, what kind of fairy bamboo is this?" Chu Yi asked curiously.

Liu Qinghuan stared for a long time and said helplessly: "I don't know. Your master doesn't know everything in heaven and earth. At present, he can only confirm that among the thousands of bamboo species in the mortal world, it does not belong to any one."

The other amethyst-like fairy seed is even more mysterious. It is always shrouded in a dense purple light, and only two thick crystal-like leaves can be vaguely seen.

Liu Qinghuan went to the top of Daqing Mountain again and saw that the Hunyuan Lotus had opened a round of sapphire-like petals and was growing quite well. What was unexpected and surprising was that before, he had thrown a shriveled and dead fairy seed beside the Hunyuan Lotus Pond, and now it seemed to have a little life.

Liu Qinghuan took out the map with satisfaction and decided to go back and focus on collecting information about Xianzhi. Otherwise, he would be a little frustrated if he could not recognize the treasure now.

Time flies, and soon the day comes for the initiation ceremony for the new disciples.

On that day, the Immortal Peak was crowded with people. All Wenshi sect disciples gathered here, but no one made a loud noise. The atmosphere was solemn and solemn, and the law was clear.

Liu Qinghuan stood in front of the Taiyi Hall with his hands folded. Behind him stood various elders and peak masters. He glanced at the crowd, but found that only one out of ten familiar faces were there.

Dayan retreated, Yun Yi did not return, Kong Wu guarded the boundary bridge from Yunmengze to Wanhu Realm, and his disciple Jiang Nianen also traveled and never returned.

Many more people have turned into handfuls of loess, or their cultivation has stagnated and their life span has expired, or they have died in unknown places, or they have died on the battlefield with the ill-fated Yun Mengze...

After seeing Ji Yue, whom he had not seen for a long time, Liu Qinghuan's eyes flashed with surprise, but then he thought of his master Ming Yangzi and his long-dead senior brother Zuo Zhishan, and couldn't help but feel sad.

When the brothers met, they were speechless for a while.

There were four masters and disciples, and now he was the only two left. After all, the further we go on this avenue, the more lonely it becomes like snow...

Fortunately for him, Mu Yinyin was always by his side and never left him. And when I saw the young new disciples lining up and walking out of the side hall like timid and curious little turtle doves, I felt a little relieved.

He recalled the scene when he first entered the Wenshi Sect many years ago. At that time, he was also at the same age and was led in by Mingyangzi. He was full of expectations and longing for a career in cultivating immortals. He felt that the world was huge and there was nowhere he could go.

The loud bell rang, interrupting Liu Qinghuan's thoughts. He frowned, put away all the emotions in his heart, straightened his clothes, turned around and walked into Taiyi Hall.

Worshiping ancestors, reciting sacrificial texts, and going on stage to worship heaven were all the same as before, except that he changed from a person listening in the audience to a person teaching on the stage.

And time has passed quietly for more than 1,600 years.

The azure spiritual energy flows down from the high platform offering sacrifices to the heavens like light clouds, flowing over the dedicated and devout disciples, over the halls and halls carved with the traces of time, and over the mountains full of green sycamore trees.

At this moment, vegetation is flourishing, people's hearts are clear and calm, Taoism flows naturally, and the heaven and earth are vast and boundless.

Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes and walked down the platform amidst the joyful sounds of the disciples exclaiming for breakthroughs and growth in cultivation.

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"Senior brother, do you dare to get drunk?"

Ji Yue raised his hand to catch the thrown wine jar, covered a corner of the mud seal and smelled it, and couldn't help but smile: "Okay!"