There is a towering ancient banyan tree on the island. Under it, the wooden Taoist man sits quietly at the stone table, with the sunspots in his hands shining like stars.
His eyes were fixed on the chessboard, as if he was pondering the mysteries of heaven and earth.
Opposite, Nangong Xian'er sat gracefully and dignified. Her eyes followed the changes in the chess game and she did not dare to slack off at all.
"...It is said that Taoist Qi Po's soul collapsed, and the Fire Wing Immortal and the Four Killing Gods all fell into the hands of Yuan Ming. Later, he even killed Zhong Tuhu, and then..." Next to him, a monk in soap robe whispered softly.
The words were used to report the information sent back from the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range.
At this moment, a flash of light flashed in Taoist Mu's eyes. He raised his hand and gently dropped a piece. The piece touched the chessboard and made a crisp "click" sound, like jade beads falling on a plate, which was crisp and sweet.
Nangong Xian'er stared at the chessboard, her delicate eyebrows like willow leaves frowning slightly, as if she was thinking about how to deal with this wonderful move.
"Senior's chess skills are superb, and this piece's layout is far-reaching. It's really hard for Xian'er to resist." After a long time, Nangong Xian'er sighed softly, shook his head, and gently threw the chess piece in his hand back into the chess basket.
Taoist Mu smiled slightly, turned his eyes to the disciples standing aside, and said slowly: "The Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals is newly established, and Changqing Island should also express its intention, so I will prepare a generous gift and send it to you."
"Senior, if we are going to the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, do we need Xian'er to lead the team in person?" Nangong Xian'er heard this, her beautiful eyes turned, and she lightly opened her red lips and said.
Mu Taoren shook his head, his eyes were deep, as if he could penetrate the void: "No need, since Yuan Ming has shown his talents, let him handle the affairs of the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountains. We only need to wait and see what happens."
"Senior Mu has not valued someone so highly for many years." Nangong Xian'er's bright eyes flashed and she thought to herself.
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Inside the Taixuan Gate, in a small pavilion built against the mountain, several monks were sitting around, whispering, as if they were talking about something.
"Everyone, have you ever heard about the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain Range?" One of them sighed softly.
"Oh? You're talking about what the Lord Baidi did in Beihan City, right? He defeated Taoist Qipo and many other strong men with just one person's power. This man's strength is truly astonishing." Another person said.
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"Isn't that right? There are even rumors from the outside world that he is called the first person under the Mahayana. It is not groundless when you think about it." Another person agreed.
"Hmph, the first person under the Mahayana? Isn't that too exaggerated? In my opinion, no matter how powerful he is, he may not be able to match the young master or the senior brother." A monk with a thin face did not take it seriously.
, curled his lips and said.
"Elder brother may still be able to fight, but young master..." The other person shook his head and said no more.
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps. Everyone looked up and saw Mr. Queyue slowly walking towards this side with several attendants.
Everyone's discussion suddenly came to a halt, and they were all silent.
Young Master Queyue had a stern look on his face, as if he didn't hear the comments, he just glanced at everyone indifferently and continued to move forward.
It's just that his ears are very good, and he has already heard those words in his ears, and he can't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart.
After returning to his residence, Master Queyue waved his hand away and sat alone at the table, taking out a book and flipping through it.
The more he read, the more upset he became, and finally he couldn't help but smash the book on the table, smashing the objects on the table to pieces.
"Trash!" he yelled angrily, his face so gloomy that it looked like he could drip water.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the house.
Young Master Queyue was stunned for a moment, then regained his composure and asked in a deep voice: "Who?"
"it's me."
A familiar voice came. Master Queyue was stunned when he heard the words, and then stood up and opened the door.
I saw a man wearing a green gown standing at the door. He had a slender appearance, long hair tied high, and three strands of long beard. His clothes were elegant and his eyes were calm.
"Senior brother, why are you here?" Young Master Queyue asked, although he felt a little uneasy, but still pretended to be calm on his face.
The man in green shirt did not answer his question, but asked directly: "Queyue, is Zhong Tuhu yours?"
Master Queyue's heart tightened, knowing that this matter could no longer be concealed, so he had no choice but to admit it: "Yes, he is mine."
Hearing this, the man in green shirt frowned and his tone became serious: "Queyue, although you were domineering in the past, you didn't do anything extraordinary. Master and I are willing to protect you. But if you dare to collude with the Three Realms Cult
Those remnants, let alone me, not even Master will spare you!"
"Senior brother is joking, how could I collude with those remnants? You must have misunderstood." Young Master Queyue said with a smile.
The man in green shirt looked at him deeply, said nothing, just nodded, turned and left.
Just after he left, Master Queyue's expression turned gloomy again.
He pounded the desk in front of him hard, a look of anger and fear flashing in his eyes.
"What a waste!" He cursed angrily in a low voice, but his heart was full of fear and resentment towards the man in green shirt.
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Half a year later, Baidi City.
Yuan Ming slowly walked out of Shura Palace with a faint smile on his face.
After half a year of seclusion and meditation, he has initially understood the true meaning of the Fire Emperor, which can be said to have achieved remarkable results.
Although he still wanted to continue his hard training, he was just counting the days and found that the day of the alliance opening ceremony was approaching. Wang Fulong sent many messages to urge him, so he had to suspend his training and leave to participate in this grand ceremony.
In the city lord's mansion, Yuan Ming found Wang Fulong.
When he saw Yuan Ming, Wang Fulong's eyes immediately showed a look of relief, as if he had found his backbone.
"Sir, you are finally out of seclusion!"
Wang Fulong let out a long breath, with a bit of excitement in his voice: "The teams from all the major sects coming to participate in the ceremony have basically settled in Baidi City. This is the list. Please take a look."
With that said, he respectfully handed over a jade slip.
Yuan Ming took the jade slip, swept it lightly, and asked at the same time: "Who is the leader of the Tianpeng Chamber of Commerce?"
In the past six months, although Xiying did not take the initiative to contact him, she said last time that she wanted to go back to Baidi City, and she might take this opportunity to bring people from the Tianpeng Chamber of Commerce.
Wang Fulong understood Yuan Ming's concern, shook his head and said: "The leader is Xu Na, the fifth elder of the Tianpeng Chamber of Commerce. Lord Xiying is not in the list of visitors reported."
When Yuan Ming heard this, he frowned slightly and felt uneasy in his heart.
He was wondering whether he should take the initiative to contact Xiying and ask her about her situation.
At this moment, Wang Fulong's voice sounded again, interrupting his thoughts: "Sir, I have to report something to you. The leader of the team sent by Taixuanmen this time is Qingping Swordsman. When he arrived, he specified
See if I meet you..."
"Oh? Where is he now?" Yuan Ming came back to his senses and asked.
"I live in Tianjian District." Wang Fulong replied immediately.
"Can you tell me why he wants to see me?" Yuan Ming thought for a moment and asked again.
"No, after I told him that you were in seclusion, he didn't force you anymore, and he never left the house after you settled in." Wang Fulong shook his head.
Yuan Ming lowered his head and pondered, thinking about Qingping Swordsman's intention.
After learning that Master Queyue was hostile to him, he deliberately collected a lot of information about Taixuan Sect.
Among them, apart from the Taixuan Sect Master in the Mahayana period, the one who caught his attention the most was the Qingping swordsman.
It is said that Qingping Swordsman is a swordsman genius. As the saying goes, "The wind starts from Qingping's end." This person also came from a humble background. When he first entered Taixuan Sect, he was just an outer disciple, majoring in martial arts.
It's just the introductory sword technique of Taixuan Sect.
It was precisely with this mediocre sword technique that he helped him overcome obstacles all the way, from refining qi to achieving the Dharma. He never changed his major skills, and even learned and innovated on his own, deriving this sword technique to a superb state.
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Later, the master of Taixuanmen accepted him as his direct disciple, and from then on, the sword technique passed down in Taixuanmen was named after him, and was called "Qingping Sword Jue" by Taixuanmen disciples.
No matter in terms of status or strength in Taixuan Sect, Swordsman Qingping is above Young Master Queyue.
There were even rumors that one of the defenders, the number one player in the drama, had fought against him. In the end, the two of them were indifferent, and neither of them could do anything to win over the other.
Yuan Ming secretly deduced that the purpose of Qingping swordsman's visit was probably for Zhong Tuhu.
However, judging from his posture, it seems that he is not here for accountability.
However, no matter what his intention was, Yuan Ming was not afraid.
"Since he didn't come to look for me again, then he disappeared." Yuan Ming quickly made a decision.
Wang Fulong nodded in agreement and said no more.
Yuan Ming glanced at the list again and saw that the people from Mingyue Palace and Tiansheng Academy were only elders from the early stage of Dharma, so he didn't read any more.
He ordered Wang Fulong to continue preparing for the ceremony, and then left alone to try to contact Xiying.
To his surprise, as soon as the summons was sent out, he received a response from Xiying.
"Are you finished in seclusion?" During the Taixu communication array, Xiying's face gradually became clearer, and the softness and perseverance between her brows made Yuan Ming feel warm in his heart.
"The opening ceremony of the alliance is just these two days, and I went out to deal with some affairs. Where are you? Didn't you say you wanted to come back last time? When was it specifically?" Yuan Ming asked softly.
Xiying shook his head slightly, with a look of helplessness on his face: "I originally wanted to take the opportunity of the alliance opening ceremony to come back, but some accidents happened some time ago, which caused the plan to be shelved. Now, I can't determine the time to go back."
"What's the accident? Do you need my help?" Hearing this, Yuan Ming frowned slightly, his tone revealing worry.
"You have helped me a lot. Ever since your heroic deeds in Beihan City spread, my life has become much easier. No one bothers me anymore about the Destiny's Daughter, which allows me to save a lot of energy.
." Xiying looked at him with a smile in her beautiful eyes.
"You haven't told me yet what kind of trouble you have encountered." Yuan Ming's lips curved slightly, still thinking about her troubles in his heart.
"Actually, it's nothing serious. It's just that the people from Mingyue Palace found out that I practiced the Ming Yue Jue and wanted to take me back for accountability. Fortunately, Taoist Mu came forward to guarantee it. Now I have officially become a disciple of Mingyue Palace and will be here soon.
Being able to obtain the eighth level of Ming Yue Jue is a blessing in disguise." Xiying took a deep breath and slowly told the whole story.
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