The Qingyi Xiushu was communicating with the Shi Meiren and told some secret things.

Zhang Ruochen sat aside and listened quietly.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Luo."

Zhang Ruochen took the purple bamboo tea cup handed over by Luo Shuihan and drank it.

The tea was very sweet. After drinking it, the blood actually started to flow rapidly, and a feeling of comfort spread throughout the body.

Obviously not ordinary tea.

The feeling of weakness in Zhang Ruochen's body has been relieved a lot, and even his injuries are recovering soon.

Originally, using the power of the relics, Zhang Ruochen would have a period of weakness for three or four days, and his cultivation would fall to the bottom. After drinking this tea, Zhang Ruochen felt that it would take only one day at most to get through the weakness for the period of weakness.

On the opposite side, the old man in Confucian clothes, half white and half black, kept staring at Zhang Ruochen and snorted coldly: "The tea leaves of this holy ancient tea were picked from the ancient tea tree planted by Confucian ancestors. They were originally given to the owner of Luoyuan, but unexpectedly, they would be cheaper for you."

Zhang Ruochen always felt that the old man in Ruoyi was a stubborn person, with a high opinion of himself and a great emphasis on seniority. Moreover, he showed off and showed off in front of him at any disagreement.

Is it necessary?

However, the words of the old man in Confucian clothes still made Zhang Ruochen a little scared.

Eight hundred years ago, Zhang Ruochen heard that there were four ancient tea trees from Confucianism and Taoism, planted by four Confucian ancestors. They have grown for more than tens of millions of years and are very ancient.

However, the great disaster in the late Middle Ages has caused three ancient tea trees to be damaged and turned into ashes, leaving only one ancient tea tree to survive to this day.

Moreover, only a small amount of tea leaves ripen every thousand years after ancient tea trees.

Only the saints of Confucianism and Taoism are qualified to get a few pieces.

The old man in Confucian actually claimed that Zhang Ruochen was picking tea leaves from the ancient tea tree himself, so he naturally didn't believe it, thinking that he was raising his own value and deliberately pretending to be respectful.

The old man in Confucian clothes shook his head and sighed: "The power of the ancient holy Taoist tea can help monks understand the rules of the holy Tao, improve their mental power, consolidate their mind and holy souls, and refine their holy source. A ignorant young child, if you drink a sip of tea, you can become a child prodigy in an instant. The ancient holy Taoist tea is the most useful for spiritual cultivators, and it is really a waste to let you drink it..."

Before the old man in Confucian style could completely fall, a "pop" sound came from Zhang Ruochen's body.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful spiritual force surged out of Zhang Ruochen's body.

Drinking the ancient Holy Dao tea actually allowed Zhang Ruochen's mental power to break through the bottleneck and reach the level of level 47.

The old man in Confucian clothes naturally noticed the powerful fluctuation of mental power, and his face froze slightly. Obviously, he did not expect that a junior who practiced martial arts would actually cultivate his mental power to such a deep level.

When Zhang Ruochen was at his age, he had just become a semi-saint of mental power, and was far away from the strength of the forty-seventh level.

However, the old man in Confucian clothes quickly returned to nature, pretending to be calm, and said, "Your mental power is barely worth it. Compared with my disciple, there is still a big gap. My disciple has reached the forty-ninth level and is about to become a saint."

"That new student is the second best in the new subject?" Zhang Ruochen said.

“That’s right.”

The old man in Confucian clothes raised his chin and stroked his beard lightly, looking graceful and contented.

"It's not the top scorer." Zhang Ruochen said softly.

The old man in Confucian style felt that Zhang Ruochen did not understand the weight of "the second place", so he glared and turned his face, too lazy to talk to this boy who disrespects his teachers and respects his principles.

A young man in his twenties did not salute him respectfully and showed a humble look when he saw him. He was still on par with him, which naturally made him very angry.

Originally, he was reminding Zhang Ruochen everywhere, implying that Zhang Ruochen was more respectful to him, but he didn't expect that Zhang Ruochen was not very upright and still sat opposite him with a swagger.

The old man in Confucian thought to himself that such a junior who is not polite must find an opportunity to beat him, so as not to go astray and embark on the evil path in the future.

Zhang Ruochen naturally did not expect that older people like the old man in Confucian style would even be petty. At this moment, he was thinking secretly.

Just now, the old man in Confucian style called Qingyi Xiushi "The Lord of Luoyuan", which undoubtedly confirmed Zhang Ruochen's conjecture.

Qingyi Xiushi is one of the top ten courtyard owners of the Holy Courtyard of the East Region, Luo Xu.

Two hundred years ago, the number one hero in Kunlun Realm reached the supreme realm of the Heavenly Realm. At the same time, he was also the first saint who was famous all over the world after leaving Tianmo Ridge.

As beauty Shi continued to talk with Luo Xu, Zhang Ruochen gradually understood the grudge between them.

This matter has to start two hundred years ago.

At that time, the Demon Cult wanted to expand its power and enter the Eastern Region on a large scale, competing for interests with the Wushi Money House, the Black Market, and the imperial court.

The Demon Cult chose the "Qijia" in the Eastern Region as a bridgehead. By controlling the Qijia, he gained a foothold in the Eastern Region as fast as possible.

So, the leader of the Demon Cult ordered Lin Suxian, the saint of the Demon Cult at that time, to marry the eldest son of the head of the Qi family, Qi Xiangtian.

However, Luo Xu and Lin Suxian have long been a couple.

For this matter, Luo Xu single-handedly killed the Demon Cult's main hall and killed many Demon Cult masters. He bleed for twelve miles, and even killed a Demon Cult's saint with his semi-saint's cultivation.

After all, Luo Xu was weak and ultimately failed to regain Lin Suxian. He watched his lover marry into the Qi family in the East Region.

At that time, the person who took action to suppress Luo Xu was Ling Feiyu, who was the saint.

Zhang Ruochen also understood that the woman in the palace dress I saw at Zhuguang Pavilion last night must be Lin Suxian, the number one beauty in the world two hundred years ago.

Of course, Lin Suxian is now the deputy palace master of the Demon Sect Saint Palace, with a high position and a powerful position. His status in the Saint Palace is second only to Ling Feiyu.

Zhang Ruochen sighed, it is difficult to tell who is right and who is wrong in this matter.

After all, Ling Feiyu had already shown mercy in that battle and tried his best to save Luo Xu's life.

If so, if another powerful man from the Demon Cult takes action, Luo Xu would have died at the headquarters of the Demon Cult two hundred years ago.

From the perspective of the bystander, Ling Feiyu did not do anything wrong, and even had some kindness to Luo Xu and Lin Suxian.

After all, with Luo Xu and Lin Suxian's ability at that time, they could not fight against the entire Demon Sect. After Luo Xu died in battle, Lin Suxian might also die in love.

The ending is now the best.

However, as the person involved, Lin Suxian would not think so, and blamed Ling Feiyu for all his hatred.

She named her daughter "Feiyu", but did she remember this grudge deeply?

Ling Feiyu's cultivation is too high, and Lin Suxian is no match for her at all, so she has been waiting for the opportunity. It was not until Ling Feiyu fought with the Qingtian Blood Emperor and suffered a severe injury that Lin Suxian finally took revenge.

Killing Ling Feiyu is not enough to relieve her hatred.

She wanted to torture Ling Feiyu and let Ling Feiyu be doomed.

In the end, how many grievances and disputes in the world are just because of the word "love".

Luo Xu was able to forgive Ling Feiyu, which not only had time to fade hatred, but also had a broad mind. He was not distorted by hatred and could see the right and wrong clearly.

After getting Luo Xu's forgiveness, Ling Feiyu's mood seemed to have recovered a little, and an elite light appeared in his eyes.

Luo Shuihan handed over a cup of Holy Dao Ancient Tea, but Ling Feiyu did not refuse. He took the tea cup and took a sip.

Luo Xu said: "With the ancient Holy Dao Tea and the "Seven Life and Seven Death Map", it should also help Lord Ling to completely restore his mood and will. I just hope that Lord Ling will not hate her for this matter. It is all blamed for me. I can help her make up for any wrong things she did."

The old man in Confucian clothes looked at the scroll on the table, and suddenly realized it. He quickly rolled it up and said, "Luo Xu, Luo Xu, I misread you. It turns out that you are also a liar, and you still want to study the "Seven Life and Seven Death Map" with me. It turns out that you want to use it to save people. Do you know that "Seven Life and Seven Death Map" is the treasure of the Huazong's sect, and I will take great risks before bringing it out."

Luo Xu smiled and said, "Brother Ju..."

"Don't call me that. Although I am one of the four saint gentlemen of "Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum", I was plotted against by the other three!"

The old man in Confucian clothes gritted his teeth and hated him so much.

"This old guy is actually the Painting Saint of One of the Four Saints gentlemen?" Zhang Ruochen felt very surprised.

There are not only one person in Kunlun world who can become a saint by painting, but only one person can be called a saint of painting.

This person is the leader of the Hua Sect, Chu Siyuan, also known as "Mr. Ju". He is also known as the Four Saints of the Qin Sheng, Chess Saint, Book Saint, and "Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, Chrysanthemum".

Plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemums mean noble qualities and noble morality. The sages and saints of Confucianism and Taoism like to use them to express themselves.

However, at that time, Chu Siyuan had a little thoughtfulness and felt that the name of the Four Gentlemen was very consistent with his identity, so he agreed.

After returning to the Huazong and thinking carefully, he realized something was wrong.

It is naturally impossible to change it back.

Luo Xu said seriously: "Brother Chu, the battle between the Palace Master Ling and the Qingtian Blood Emperor has made great contributions to the entire human race. If it weren't for her, it would be very likely that the Qingtian Blood Emperor had released the King of Hades. Now, the Palace Master Ling was seriously injured because of that battle. How could a noble and noble person like you not help?"

The old man in Confucian nodded, thinking that Luo Xu's words made sense, especially the sentence "high moral character" did indeed talk about the point.

The old man in Confucian clothes stroked his beard and said leisurely: "The Palace Master Ling entered the "Seven Life and Seven Death Map", and must go through seven generations in the scroll, complete the seven reincarnations. Moreover, there must be another person who enters the scroll with her, guides her, helps her regain her will, corrects some of her mistakes, and takes her on the road of cultivation."

Luo Xu asked: "What conditions do the guide need?"

"First, the guide must be someone she can trust. Otherwise, choosing a guide will likely cause her to secretly attack in the scroll, leaving some fatal impact."

"Secondly, the guide's mental power must reach level 45 or above."

Immediately, the old man in Confucian style explained: "After all, they want to experience seven generations in the picture scroll and encounter various human feelings. People who are not strong enough will be unable to withstand so many memories in a moment, and they will definitely be mentally broken."

"Third, that man's sword-like realm must reach the state of unity of man and sword."

"You must know that the most important spiritual will of the Palace Master Ling is the will of the sword. Only those with a sufficiently advanced sword realm have the ability to guide her and regain the will of the sword."

The old man in Confucian style sighed: "Only those who meet the above three conditions are qualified to become her guide and help her pass through seven generations."

Even Luo Xu frowned. It was too difficult to find someone who met such three conditions at the same time.

At this time, the sky above the blue wooden ship was completely covered with blood clouds, revealing the dense figures of the undead blood clan soldiers.

Both sides of the river were surrounded by the army of the Immortal Vampire clan and several layers of formations were arranged, for fear that Zhang Ruochen would escape.

The few people in the cabin naturally knew the situation outside, but they didn't take it seriously and were still thinking about the right person for the guide.

Zhang Ruochen noticed something, so he raised his head and stared at Ling Feiyu.

The two of them looked at each other.

Does Ling Feiyu think he is a person who can trust him?

Zhang Ruochen felt a little incredible. After all, he and Ling Feiyu had not known each other for too long. Ling Feiyu was relieved and handed him completely to him?

Not tolerate Zhang Ruochen thinking too much, a heavy voice sounded outside the cabin: "Zhang Ruochen, I came to take the thunderous sword under the order of the Blood Emperor. Why don't you come out and see me?"

As the cold sound rang out, a shocking cold air fell from the sky, completely freezing the wide Ancient River into a glacier.
Chapter completed!