Eternal Tranquility

Hearing Fu Bao talk about opening a dojo, Liu Qinghuan slapped him with his backhand: "Forgot how we got here? Have you forgotten why I even changed my Taoist name? There is a Mahayana monk behind me who is ready to ask for help at any time. My fate, if he discovers his whereabouts, how can I find such good luck to escape again? "

As a Mahayana monk, Yujiu can't tell when he will appear in Qingming, so he can't do anything too public.

Like opening a dojo, it is largely necessary to continuously accumulate reputation and prestige in order to attract more people to listen to his sermons, which is very inconsistent with his usual low-key style.

"But..." Liu Qinghuan mused: "Although you can't open a dojo, you can still do other things, such as going to a few fights."

In Jiutian Yunxiao, if you want to obtain the various rare cultivation resources here, in addition to using expensive spiritual stones, you can also exchange them through other methods. Opening a dojo is one of them, and going to the fighting platform is another.

Compared with other ways, the fighting stage is obviously a way that ordinary monks are more accessible and more enthusiastic about. They go up to the stage to fight, and those watching the fight can place bets according to their wishes. As long as they win, they can divide the money according to their own odds. Get a dividend.

Of course, there are generally not many people watching the small arena, and the dividends will not be too much, but if you participate in the life and death arena, the income will be extremely considerable.

After weighing things up, Liu Qinghuan made a note in his mind: "Don't give me blind ideas here. There is no rush to increase revenue and reduce expenditure. Anyway, I am going to be in seclusion for a while, and I will make plans later."

He patted Fu Bao on the head and walked into the house while ordering: "The first year of the junior high school is now in charge of the affairs inside Xiaodongtian, and the outside affairs will be left to you and the incarnation. Don't run around on weekdays. This place is undergoing major repairs." Come on, don’t cause trouble outside.”

Leaving behind Fu Bao who was dissatisfied and muttering, Liu Qinghuan came to the outside of the Ruyi Palace in the cave, put his hand on the stone door, and then closed his eyes and concentrated.

When the door was opened again, the originally empty palace had turned into a vast world. Under the clear sky, thousands of bamboo poles rustled in the wind, and a stream of water bypassed the edge of the forest and merged into the lake not far away. .

Liu Qinghuan, who was born in Zhulin Mountain of the Wenshi Sect, transformed the Ruyi Palace into the environment he was most familiar with. He sat cross-legged on a flat stone in the forest clearing, and at the same time, a stone ash wood crystal the size of a human head appeared in his hand.

Liu Qinghuan began to practice the art of body refining in seclusion. On the other side, the golden puppet Xue Yi, who had been missing all day, came to the foot of a mountain peak.

"Please stay!"

A monk appeared in a flash. Although he said the word "please" in his mouth, he directly blocked his way in an extremely rude way.

"This peak is where Wuwei Mountain Master sits. Today my master has something to do and the Taoist temple is temporarily closed. If you are here to listen to Taoism, please come back in three days."

"Haha, it seems that you are doing well, and you have already entered the dojo..." Xue Yi laughed hoarsely twice, and said to the monk guarding the mountain: "I am not here to listen to the sermon. You go and inform He Niu. It’s just that his benefactor has arrived, and it’s time for some of the promises he made back then to be fulfilled.”

The monk guarding the mountain looked at him suspiciously and saw that he was wearing a thick black robe that covered his head and face. His cultivation level seemed not to be high. In addition, he moved furtively and spoke vaguely, so he felt secretly unhappy.

"Who is He Niu? My master's real name is Xia Hou. He is the chief disciple of Suhua Tianqingwei Dao Ancestor. He is highly respected and well-known in Qingming. You, a wild Taoist who doesn't know where you came from, dare to come to my Xianglu Peak and talk nonsense. ! I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise I will be rude!"

But he saw the other party suddenly raise his hand, and a black light flew towards him.

The monk guarding the mountain shook suddenly, but when he saw that the flying object was just a token, he couldn't help but said in shock and anger: "How can you have my master's private order?!"

Two cold rays of light shot out from under the black robe, and a powerful momentum spurted out: "There are some things that you shouldn't know. It's best to keep your mouth shut."

Seeing the monk escaping up the mountain in a hurry, Xue Yi laughed maliciously twice, but the light in his eyes kept flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Not long after, the monk guarding the mountain came back. This time his attitude became extremely respectful, and he asked him to come up the mountain with a low eyebrow.

There are waves of pines, gurgling streams, and under the big sun, I don’t know how many secrets are buried in the years. Those who know know it, and those who don’t know may not have the chance to know it in the future.

Most of a day later, Xue Yi appeared again, his figure was as light as the wind, and it could be seen that he was in a very good mood, but he was seen flying towards the Sangusan Mountain hanging in the air.

If Liu Qinghuan were here at this time, he would be surprised and envious, because unless Sangusan Mountain is open to the public during major Dharma gatherings or special days, only a few people can go up on weekdays, and the conditions for entry are also extremely strict. .

I don’t know what tricks Xue Yi used, or what happened after seeing the Wuwei Mountain man, to get the qualification to enter Sangushan so easily.

Let’s put Xue Yi aside and talk about it later.

For a monk in seclusion, time sometimes passes extremely quickly. They will spend countless time cultivating, forgetting all things in the world, and only focus on the Tao.

Five years later, on an inconspicuous little fighting platform in Jiutian Yunxiao, a physical cultivator with an ordinary face appeared.

This man was so thin that he didn't attract anyone's attention when he first appeared on the stage. Only those who fought him noticed something was wrong when he received a punch.

"boom!"

The light curtain covering the fighting stage shook violently, and the monk who was thrown away covered his chest with blood surging, with surprise and dissatisfaction on his face.

"You are cheating!"

With a flick of his sleeve, a ray of yellow light flew out.

The hidden edge drew a long mark in the air as deep as a mud wave, and the buzzing scream made people feel upset, but all they saw was a huge fist slamming towards him.

In another loud bang, the power that almost turned into substance exploded with a rumble. Ripples spread out like a river boiling and a sea boiled. A small sword shot back from the chaotic whirlpool, "Pfft." With a "chi" sound, it was inserted into the specially reinforced hard stone ground.

Looking carefully, the little sword was actually covered with spider marks, and it let out a gentle cry before breaking into pieces.

"You, you, you..." The monk was stunned for a moment, wiped his face, and reluctantly chose to give up: "I lost."

"Concession!" The person on the other side raised his hand and was about to step down to find the monk supervising the battle to settle the few dividends, but he was stopped again.

"You are the physical practitioner who appears on the fighting platform every once in a while recently without a single defeat, right?" The monk jumped up from the ground and said, "I have heard of you. I wonder what you will do next time. When the time comes, I’ll make a bet!”