The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

After getting the map and power distribution points along the Li River from Chu Feng, Xuan Yuan did not say much to him, and directly took the white bird away from the huge spirit ship without staying for too long.

No matter what Chu Feng said when he sent the message back to the sect, Xuan Yuan did not care, so he did not ask much. Anyway, this matter about the white bird is a good thing, and Tianxing Palace will only be happy and not angry.

Moreover, the matter of the white bird choosing its owner cannot be controlled or influenced by anyone. He does not have to worry about what Tianxing Palace will do to Xie Xingge in the future because of greed. I think Tianxing Palace is not so short-sighted that it will take action against its loyal disciples.

Besides, when he leaves, he will take this ball of luck away with him, so Xie Xingge will naturally not be recognized as the master and favored by the white bird. Without the temptation of the white bird, even if the people in Tianxing Palace have doubts about this and cannot find the truth, they can only let it go. They can't attack Xie Xingge for a white bird that can't be snatched away and has disappeared, right?

If Tianxing Palace really does such a thing, wouldn't it make the disciples of Tianxing Palace extremely disappointed? You must know that Xie Xingge is a direct disciple of Tianxing Palace and also a pill cultivator. As long as the headmaster and elders of Tianxing Palace are not stupid, they will only pay attention to Xie Xingge who has been favored by the white bird, instead of being suspicious of him and pushing him further away.

The sky is high, the Li River is clear, and the scenery is extremely beautiful. However, what is inconsistent with the beautiful scenery is that this area is very noisy. The chirping sound of everyone's heated discussion makes the Li River, which used to be very quiet, noisy and has a bit more fireworks.

The surface of this section of the Li River is very wide, more than ten miles wide, with rippling waves and clear water. There are hundreds of spirit boats of all sizes floating on the Li River, gathering in one place, as if they are looking for something.

These spirit boats have different origins and backgrounds, and the monks on these spirit boats are either powerful or extraordinary. They are all passing through this area of ​​the Li River. They happened to encounter the appearance of the white bird, so they gathered together.

At this time, on these hundreds of spirit boats, the monks who came later were anxiously asking each other about the news of the white bird, asking those who had seen the white bird with their own eyes, on the one hand, asking them whether the white bird is as beautiful as the legend, whether it is a good omen, and on the other hand, asking who is favored by the white bird.

Many people have very complicated views on this monk who appeared again after a long time and was favored by the white bird. There are those who are curious, those who yearn for it, those who are envious, those who are jealous, and those who are even more maliciously hateful and dissatisfied. Each of them is different.

At this time, they are asking about this lucky person favored by the white bird, asking who he is, whether anyone knows his origins, or whether anyone knows him and knows why he is favored by the white bird... Obviously, these people who are asking are not necessarily just curious, but have good intentions in their hearts.

Because this is really an opportunity and adventure that is too amazing and too enviable. Not all monks can rationally understand that this is an opportunity for each person and cannot be forced. You can envy but don't need to care too much, because you have your own opportunities, and not everyone can be open-minded and calm to bless the monks who get this opportunity.

Compared with blessings, more ordinary monks will resent, be unwilling, and be resentful. They will think: Why didn't I get this opportunity? Why didn't I get this adventure? Why didn't I get the recognition of the white bird?

These are all normal emotions, but when these emotions emerge, they also mean that they can no longer bless the person who has received this good luck with a normal heart - unless the person who receives this heaven-sent joy is themselves, otherwise it is really difficult for most ordinary people to congratulate sincerely. This is human nature. After all, everyone is not a saint.

The legend of the white bird has a history of thousands of years in the world of cultivation. Which cultivator who has heard of this legend has not dreamed that one day he will be favored by the white bird and soar into the sky and ascend successfully? Just like which ordinary person in modern times has not imagined that he will win 100 million in the lottery and become successful from then on?

For thousands of years, all the cultivators favored by the white bird in the world of cultivation have finally ascended successfully. And what does ascension mean? It means leaving this world and going to a higher level of fairyland, and it also means that the cultivation level is the best in the world of cultivation, and almost as long as the sky.

And this is the ultimate goal of the cultivator's cultivation. Whether it is sword cultivators, magic cultivators, alchemy cultivators or martial cultivators, whether it is good or evil, the biggest dream of all cultivators after embarking on the path of cultivation is undoubtedly to become an ascended cultivator who lives as long as the sky and can turn clouds and rain with a flip of his hand. Therefore, their attention to the white bird is understandable.

While everyone was discussing lively, above the noisy Li River, suddenly a cultivator raised his hand and pointed to the southern sky, shouting: "Look! Is that a white bird? It's going to fly away!" The man's tone was surprised and happy. He was surprised that the white bird was going to fly away, and he was happy that he saw this auspicious bird with his own eyes again.

On the horizon, under the orange-red and golden light of the setting sun, above the clear Li River filled with the bright sunset light, the beautiful bird with pure white feathers but incredibly gorgeous flapped its wings, moving gracefully and quickly across the sky.

The brilliance of the setting sun shines on its rich and slender feathers, reflecting a gorgeous color on the pure white feathers, making it seem to be covered with a layer of dreamy and wandering brilliance, which is eye-catching and dazzling. The big white bird flew farther and farther under the golden sunset, flying higher and higher, and finally disappeared from everyone's sight.

The white beetle flew away, leaving only monks all over the Li River staring at the southern sky in a daze. Their expressions were blurred and dazed, as if they were immersed in a magnificent and invisible dream, or as if they were sitting under the Bodhi tree and heard something. Lang Huan was as fascinated as the sound of Taoism.

It wasn't until a long time later that they finally woke up from their daze. They didn't know why, but on the sparkling clear blue water and under the golden sunset, they were full of regret and dejection. He sighed lightly, with lingering regret in his sigh, as if he was nostalgic for that dreamlike experience.

Just now, the white beetle flew past and shed its unique brilliance under the setting sun, causing all the monks who witnessed its graceful flight across the sky to fall into a state that was almost like enlightenment. , and after breaking free from this state, these monks will find that their state of mind has increased by an incredible amount.

This is the unique ability of the white beetle, but few people know about it, and few people have actually experienced it. Firstly, the son of luck who has been recognized by the white beetle may not be willing to let the white beetle help other monks; secondly, it is because... this ability can only be used when the white beetle is full of food and drink. of.

Speaking of a sad thing, before meeting such a generous (?) owner as Xuan Yuan, the white beetle had not had enough to eat for a long, long time. The people it followed in the past were only willing to give it a little bit of luck to do things, but they had to rely on its natural ability to practice every day. It, it was starving and thin.

"Eh? The white beetle flew away. Where is the monk who was favored by it and made it recognize him as its master?" After many monks were in a daze for a while, one monk finally reacted and asked blankly. With some doubts.

His words reminded all the monks present that they all began to look for Xuan Yuan who had just brought the white beetle into the cabin. However, they saw Chu Feng, the helmsman of the spirit ship, coming out, but they did not see the appearance of the lucky monk. .

"He left." Faced with the looks of many monks, especially the surprised look of the monk who once stood next to Xuan Yuan, wore dark blue robes, and saw with his own eyes how Xuan Yuan easily subdued the white beetle. , Chu Feng replied.

"I don't know where he went." This sentence was really the greatest truth. He really didn't know where Xuan Yuan had gone. After he presented the map to Xuan Yuan, he immediately saw Uncle Xie disappearing into the cabin, and then the white beetle flapped its wings and flew directly out of the cabin.

There were traces of the white beetle on the Li River, and the news that the white beetle seemed to recognize its owner finally inevitably spread in the world of cultivation. A large number of monks already knew about it. Everyone had different reactions, most of them were envious. This matter finally attracted widespread attention in the cultivation world.

But the protagonist of this matter had already flown away, left the waters of the Li River, and appeared at the foot of Tianqing Mountain. It is conceivable that Xuan Yuan used his unique shortcut again this time, and in an instant He arrived at the foot of Qingtian Mountain in time, and he also brought the white bird with him.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Zhang Xian looked at the steep peak that towered straight into the sky in front of him. He couldn't help but feel a bit of surprise in his eyes. Tianqing Mountain is recognized as the sacred mountain that supports the sky in this world of cultivation. From this point, we can know This mountain must be so high that it can hold up the sky.

Tianqing Mountain is not only high, but also steep. Xuan Yuan took a closer look and found that there was no mountain road at all on this mountain, only a primitive forest. In other words, if a monk wants to go up the mountain, he must either fly with a sword, or he can only trek up the mountain in the forest.

But monks flying with swords are not without limits. After reaching a certain height, they will no longer be able to fly, because the strong wind at higher places is powerful enough to tear apart monks in the Nascent Soul stage, and the Tianqing Mountain is steep. Trying to hike up the mountain is a pipe dream.

Therefore, for so many years, no one in the entire cultivation world has actually been to the top of Tianqing Mountain—and no one knows whether there are any spiritual plants growing on the top of the mountain.