Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan took a sip of the fragrant tea and squinted her eyes in enjoyment.

For many years in Zhuoyuan, he drank only turbid and bitter tea. Even a person like him who did not attach great importance to food and drink could not help but take a few more sips at this time.

He turned his head slightly, and the monk in yellow who ran over to take a look at the person at the table was still talking relentlessly.

"Friend Wuwo, I don't have any other intentions. I just haven't seen the true form of the Feixuan Ling until now, and I want to see it. Even if there is a Feixuan Ling hidden in your scabbard, we can't steal it. Bar?"

After his words, there were echoing voices in the teahouse.

"Fellow Taoist Huang Jue is right. Take it out and let everyone see it."

"These are troubled times. My fellow Taoist Wushu, you'd better do something convenient to avoid getting into trouble, right?"

"Otherwise, it would be hard to explain clearly."

"Even if you don't draw the sword, you can just put the sword back into the storage space."

Everyone's eyes were focused on this table. Those who were watching, those who were implying coercion, and those who were aggressive, all focused on the sword on the table that was slightly longer than the ordinary spiritual sword.

Liu Qinghuan stayed away from the incident, playing with the tea cup and looking at the monk opposite.

The opponent's right hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword, and his expression hidden behind his messy beard and hair was as cold as iron. No matter how strong the current surged around me, I stood still.

The yellow-clothed monk who was the first to speak stood aside, with a faintly proud expression that he couldn't hold on to: "Friend Wuwu, if you don't speak, does it mean that there is something wrong with the sword?!"

Wuwo finally raised his head, and as soon as he spoke, a voice that sounded like gold and stone immediately cooled down the lively atmosphere of the entire teahouse.

"My sword will be stained with blood when it comes out. Are you sure you want to see it?"

Liu Qinghuan, who was sitting opposite, smiled playfully. It seemed that this person must have had a great reputation in the past, otherwise it would not be possible at this time. People in the whole building still maintained restraint, only using words but not using hands.

The yellow-clothed monk froze and said angrily: "Fellow Taoist Wuwu, even if you once dominated the Sangu Mountain Fighting Stage, it was three hundred years ago! I advise you to think clearly. All the Taoist friends present today are If you are not an idle person, there is still room for discussion, otherwise... Huh!"

Wu-Se glanced at him inexplicably, without saying a word. He just tapped the scabbard with his fingers, making a soft "ding" sound.

It seems to be saying: If you want to fight, fight, there is so much nonsense!

The yellow-clothed monk was obviously wary, with some hesitation on his face. But everyone in the building was looking at him at this moment. If he showed timidity, how could he still hang out in the world of immortality in the future?

He couldn't find the steps for a moment. When he turned around and saw Liu Qinghuan, he suddenly slammed the table!

"Where does this wild Xiu Mao Dao come from? How dare he sneak around and snicker!"

Liu Qinghuan raised his eyes, speechless at the sudden disaster that affected his body.

The mocking smile at the corner of his mouth only got worse, and he said lazily: "No, I am obviously smiling openly. Since you want to check the sword of the friend across from you, the sword is on the table, so why don't you reach out and pick it up to look at it? ? Haha, I’m afraid you don’t dare to extend your hand.”

Want to use him as a raft? Then he doesn't have to save any face for the other party!

"you!"

The monk in yellow was furious, and a scorching spiritual light suddenly appeared on his body. He stepped over and raised his hand to grab him!

Liu Qinghuan's face turned cold, and he threw the teacup in his hand backhand. A sharp light lit up, and he screamed sharply!

With a "click", the other party caught it, the cup broke into several pieces, and the warm tea immediately spilled out.

The monk in yellow raised his dripping palms with a long face.

Seeing that a conflict was about to happen, a skinny old man suddenly emerged from nowhere. A gentle breeze spread among the crowd, and then he squeezed in between the two of them with a smile on his face.

"Friends, the place here is small, and it can collapse if you move a little too much. If you don't like to sit quietly and drink tea, there are many places in the town where you can relax, why don't you please move?"

Liu Qinghuan's heart trembled secretly. The old man's cultivation level could not be seen, but a trace of coercion leaked from his body silenced the entire hall.

He said expressionlessly: "I am drinking my own leisure tea, but some people are greedy and looking for trouble, which makes people unable to have a moment of peace."

The monk in yellow frowned and opened his mouth to refute, but his face changed slightly when he saw the warning smile on the corner of the old man's mouth.

"Haha, I was reckless. I just wanted to say hello to this brother, but I didn't want him to misunderstand."

"That's good." The skinny old man nodded at the table again: "It's better to put things away."

Wuwo hesitated for a moment, and with a flick of his hand, the sword on the table disappeared.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the building immediately relaxed, but the monk in yellow still said something mean: "Wouldn't it be better if we had done this earlier? Look at what happened, tsk tsk!"

Liu Qinghuan frowned, and saw a flash of murderous intent in Wuwu's eyes across from him.

After this small interlude, most of the monks who originally didn't care about drinking tea felt bored, and soon left in twos and threes.

Wu-Self did not leave immediately, but was like a clay or wood sculpture, meditating on something unknown.

Liu Qinghuan didn't say anything, sat there for a while, then got up and left the teahouse.

From beginning to end, neither of them exchanged a word.

There was still some time before the opening of the Treasure Mirror Palace, so he was not in a hurry. He stayed in the town for a few more days and finally waited for Yun Mengze's cross-border communication talisman.

However, after reading it, Liu Qinghuan couldn't calm down.

His senior brother Zuo Zhishan passed away decades ago.

His apprentice Dirou also died after leaving behind a son.

The Wenshi sect has also been replaced by new generations, and many older generation monks have exhausted their lifespan because they could not break through the realm.

However, a new generation also grew up and continued to pass on the glory and immortal tradition of the Wenshi Sect.

The frenzy of cultivation many years ago has now yielded results. In addition to the large number of low-level monks, Yunmengze also had several more god-transformation monks.

What made him feel better was that when his life was approaching, his respected master Ming Yangzi finally broke through the bottleneck of Yuanying realm and advanced to the level of transformation.

At the same time, Wen Dao and Hong Li of the Shaoyang Sect were both empty-level monks.

But the balance of the four sects was not broken because Dayan and Zhenji returned to their respective sects.

In terms of the overall situation, Yunmengze has now been taken back, and the current situation is not bad. Although the Eastern Wasteland has become a paradise for monks from the Wanhu Realm, the other two continents are protected by large formations and have not been invaded for the time being.

At the end of the letter, Mu Yinyin wrote that she was going to the Mingshan Battlefield to see if there was any way to get to Qingming.

Liu Qinghuan was greatly surprised. He couldn't go back for the time being. It was a great thing for Mu Yinyin to come to him, but the gate to Qingming might not be so easy to pass.