Eternal Tranquility

"Yin Yang Xutian?" Mo Qianli asked in surprise: "Where is that place? Aren't we in Haoyuan City?"

Liu Qinghuan looked out the window and suddenly discovered that the street scene outside was indeed Haoyuan City. However, he had not been to Haoyuan City for many years, so he had long forgotten what the city looked like.

He suddenly stood up and walked out without saying a word.

"Eh?" Mo Qianli quickly caught up: "What are you doing?"

Liu Qinghuan said without looking back: "I'll go take a look outside the city."

Mo Qianli followed him out of the city in confusion, flew into the air, looked at him in all directions, and then heard him murmur: "You actually moved the entire Yunmengze here? This is..."

"Ah? What do you mean, can we move or not?"

Liu Qinghuan turned around, thought for a while and said, "I have something to do and am going back to the sect. What are your plans next?"

"I don't have any plans, no!" Mo Qianli looked confused and circled around him twice: "Why do I feel that something is wrong with you today? I always feel that something is weird."

Liu Qinghuan was speechless and thought for a long time. Faced with this boyhood friend, even though the person in front of him was most likely a lie, he decided to tell the truth.

He relaxed his cultivation a little, and the extremely weak pressure made Mo Qianli, who was only at the Golden Core stage, retreat suddenly with a horrified expression: "What's going on with your cultivation? Why can't I see through your cultivation now?" ?”

"It's a long story." Liu Qinghuan said: "I can only tell you that this is not the real Yunmengze, but a place called Yin Yang Xutian..."

He wanted to explain what kind of place Yin Yang Xu Tian was, but suddenly he found that he couldn't open his mouth, as if his throat was blocked and he couldn't say even a single word.

Liu Qinghuan was stunned, and an astonishing guess came to his mind: speech and spirit restriction!

The word spirit ban is a ban set up to prevent certain secrets or information from being known to people who should not know it. The specific manifestation is like this. He wants to explain to Mo Qianli the existence of Yin Yang Xutian and the difference from the outside world. But he couldn't open his mouth or speak.

This kind of restriction involves the application of the laws of heaven and earth, and is as difficult as magic. It is definitely not something ordinary monks can use. Liu Qinghuan even suspected that many Mahayana monks would find it difficult to come into contact with this aspect.

And if you forcibly violate the restrictions set by the word spirit prohibition, you are likely to suffer backlash or punishment, and the consequences are unpredictable.

"What are you talking about?" Mo Qianli next to him looked at him with a look like "You are crazy": "This is Yin Yang Xutian? Brother, are you okay? We just came out of Haoyuan City, and there are people behind us Qushang Swamp, where else could this be if it weren’t Yunmengze?”

Liu Qinghuan tried a few more times, but in the end she could only look at Mo Qianli with some pity.

No matter if you don't know the truth, if you know that you are actually dead in the outside world, your spirit will be greatly shocked, and it is hard to say what will happen next.

He looked back at the crowded Haoyuan City, wondering if there were any Yin Yang Xu Tian who entered from the outside like him, and how many people were like Mo Qianli.

It exists between yin and yang, ends on the other side of life and death, and coexists with the past and present.

Liu Qinghuan suddenly understood the meaning of these words, and also understood the warning of the stone sculpture outside: Those who enter the Yin Yang Xutian may not be able to distinguish between reality and illusion, and get lost in the gaps of time.

Even if it was an illusion, he should be satisfied to be able to return to Yunmengze, see his young friends again, and make up for the regret of missing the last time.

Liu Qinghuan sighed, patted Mo Qianli on the shoulder and said, "Let's go back to the city. I won't come back until I'm drunk today!"

"Hey, you haven't made it clear yet!" Mo Qianli protested: "What Yin Yang Xu Tian, ​​what do you mean by what you said before, and what's going on with your cultivation... He, you haven't been promoted to Yuan Dynasty..." It’s a baby!”

Low-level monks can't see through the cultivation of high-level monks. Liu Qinghuan can't say that he is now an empty-level monk in the Yang Reality Realm, so he can only hesitate.

"It's a joke, but you take it seriously! As for my cultivation - Nascent Soul, if it were so easy to break through, I would still be here? It's just that I had an epiphany in the past two days and improved it slightly, so I wanted to scare you. . Let’s go, go have a drink, I will go back to the sect after drinking..."

The two of them walked side by side towards Haoyuan City, when Mo Qianli's persistent questioning came from the way.

It's rare to meet again in life, so let's put aside all the thoughts and worries and get drunk, and let the joy of today stay in our memory forever.

A few days later, Liu Qinghuan appeared alone in the Wenshi Mountains of Donghua Prefecture, took out his identity token, and waved it in the air.

However, the light hole that should have appeared did not appear, only a few faint ripples that seemed to be disturbed flashed past.

Liu Qinghuan was stunned and looked at the token in his hand: "Did they modify the mountain protection formation?"

"Who are you and why are you lingering in front of my mountain gate?"

Turning around, he saw a young monk in the foundation-building stage, wearing a Taoist robe with the sect's logo, but the style was something he had never seen before.

Liu Qinghuan was a little surprised. Even if he was a new young disciple who had never seen him in person, he should have seen his portrait. But now this disciple not only had no respect in his attitude, but also looked at him with a completely unfamiliar look.

"you do not know me?"

The young disciple stopped and looked at him with a strange expression: "Who are you? Everyone should know you? Wait!"

He glanced at the identity token in his hand and immediately took two steps forward warily: "What is that in your hand? Why is there a sign from me!"

Liu Qinghuan finally realized that something seemed different from what he expected. He quietly covered the token with his sleeve and said tentatively: "Excuse me, little friend, is this the Wenshi Sect?"

"Yes!" The young disciple looked unabashedly defensive: "Who are you and why do you come to our sect?"

Liu Qinghuan pretended not to see the hand hidden behind his back and took out a communication talisman, saying: "My Taoist name is Qingmu, and I came to... to come to see Senior Brother Kongwu. I wonder if Senior Brother is in the sect now?"

"Kong Wu?" The young disciple tilted his head in confusion and said, "Who is Kong Wu? I know all the people in our Wenshi sect, and there is no senior with this Taoist name."

"What!" Liu Qinghuan was shocked: "How can a young disciple like you... wait, what year is it now, who is the current head of the sect, and who are the god-transformation monks?"

"What are you talking about? You just finished seclusion and were born, right?"

The young disciple looked at him with the same look as when Mo Qianli looked at him at that time. However, his defensive expression became a little less guarded and he said patiently: "It is now the 763rd year since the founding of the mainland, and the current leader of our Wenshi sect is here." Of course, the master is Uncle Xumei, and the Patriarch of the Transformation God is Master Wen Shi who is known to everyone in Yunmengze!"