As the wooden door slowly closed, Liu Qing had already exited the Emperor's Palace.
Liang Yan looked at the leaving girl and felt filled with emotion.
"I didn't expect that our Liu family would be able to produce a pseudo-spiritual root after a thousand years. However, this spiritual root is too incomplete and it is impossible to build a foundation."
Liang Yan sighed softly. It was impossible to say that he didn't feel any guilt towards Liu Wanrou. But Liu Wanrou was only a mortal after all, and was destined not to embark on the path of spiritual cultivation, so his guilt also included
A trace of helplessness.
After many years, she met a descendant of the Liu family again here. Although she was just a pseudo-spiritual person, it also made Liang Yan love her and help her.
Today, Liang Yan's cultivation has reached the golden elixir realm, and he is as good as he was when he first entered the capital.
He had just used his great supernatural power to help Liu Qing clear his meridians and complete the process of introducing Qi into his body. With just a stick of incense, he allowed his junior to cross several realms and directly reach the seventh level of Qi refining.
Although this method is too crude and is not conducive to future cultivation, the pseudo-spiritual roots in Liu Qing's body are too incomplete. If he cultivates normally, he may not be able to reach the seventh level of Qi refining in this life, so how can he talk about the future?
"I have sent you on the path of cultivation. As for how far you can go, it depends on your own luck." Liang Yan looked at the direction in which the girl was leaving and said to himself.
In fact, he didn't place much hope on his descendant. He gave her a chance today, just hoping that she could be free and live her life according to her own wishes.
After all, not everyone can build a spiritual foundation and embark on the road to immortality. Being able to learn some Taoism, be disease-free for a hundred years, and have an everlasting appearance is considered a happy life for an ordinary woman.
Liang Yan sighed with emotion for a while, then threw all these distracting thoughts out of his mind and began to meditate in the room with his eyes closed.
He had just used his great supernatural power to help Liu Qing draw Qi into his body, but his own losses were also huge. At this moment, he was sitting on the floor in the room, silently recovering his energy.
Two days passed in a flash.
Liang Yan stayed in Liu Wanrou's palace for the past two days, never leaving even half a step.
On the one hand, he is meditating here to recover, and on the other hand, he also wants to spend the last two days with his old friend.
At noon on the third day, Liang Yan finally stood up and took one last look at the statue in front of the desk. Without looking back, he turned around and opened the wooden door of the Emperor's Palace and walked out.
The sun fell on him, and there was actually a hint of desolation in the warm spring breeze.
Liang Yan's face was neither happy nor sad, with no expression at all. He raised his hand and pinched a spell, then closed his eyes for a while and finally determined the place he was looking for.
The next moment, his figure turned around, and his entire body turned into a streak of gray light, and disappeared in just an instant.
The Royal Palace of Yue State occupies an extremely large area, almost comparable to a large city.
At this moment, a high arena was set up in the square northwest of the palace, and the area around the arena was already crowded with people and the seats were full.
Today is the day when the princess of the Yue Kingdom chooses her husband-in-law. In this arena, the young talent with the best martial arts skills will be decided, who will be the future prince-in-law of the Yue Kingdom.
At this time, standing on the ring was a young man with an elegant temperament wearing a Confucian robe.
He held a folding fan and smiled brightly on the high platform. From time to time, he slightly bowed his hands to the people in the audience and said some polite words.
This person is none other than Shen Xiuwen, the great disciple of the current Imperial Master.
He had just defeated dozens of martial arts talents in a row, and almost all of them were overwhelming victories. He was the most popular in the arena held by the palace.
At this time, there was a lot of discussion under the ring, and a young man in linen clothes exclaimed: "This man is so lucky. He fought with more than a dozen masters in a row, and he was still not blushing or out of breath. Just now, the "Hundred Rivers Quick Sword" left
Qiu Mu, in his hands, he didn't go through thirty moves?"
"Hmph, what do you know!" A middle-aged man who looked like an elder beside him shook his head and said, "This man is the chief disciple of the National Master, and he has learned all his true martial arts skills!"
"What? Imperial Master? Isn't he a monk? Can a monk's disciples get married?" The young man in sackcloth seemed a little confused and asked several questions in a row.
"You are really a piece of wood. Don't monks have any lay disciples? This Shen Xiuwen is the chief disciple who has been trained by the imperial master for many years. It is said that his martial arts attainments are extraordinary. Even several masters from the Yue Kingdom can barely get by with a few moves.
"
"Can you fight against a grandmaster at such a young age?" The young man in Mai asked in surprise: "Then in today's competition in the ring, I'm afraid no one can beat him, right?"
"That's not true!"
The middle-aged man sneered in his heart: "Today's arena match is, to put it bluntly, to serve as a foil for him, Shen Xiuwen. The national master proposed a martial arts competition to recruit a consort. In fact, he wanted his eldest apprentice to marry the royal family."
He only dared to think about these words in his heart, but he would never say them out loud.
At this time, in front of the arena, there was a young man wearing a yellow robe sitting on a dragon chair, and behind him, there was a short, fat monk with a fat head and big ears.
"National Master, your apprentice is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also humble and polite. He is truly the best among men! If my Qing sister can marry him, it will not be considered an insult to the royal family." The young man in yellow robe said with a smile.
.
"Amitabha."
The short and fat monk behind him chanted the Buddha's name and said: "Love between men and women is just a kind of worldly practice. Your Majesty does not need to pay too much attention to it. Although Xiuwen is my lay disciple, he has deep roots in wisdom.
If Fan gets married to the princess, he will definitely take the princess with him to practice together."
The yellow-robed man's face became solemn when he heard this, and he nodded and said: "What the master said is absolutely true! Even if we are ordinary people, even if we are a noble person, we will still have to face life, old age, illness and death. Only by dedicating ourselves to the Buddha and cultivating the Dharma can we gain
Enjoy eternal life.”
While the young man in yellow robe was chatting with the short and fat monk, the battle situation in the ring was already showing a one-sided crushing.
At this time, Shen Xiuwen lost five more masters in a row. At this point, the entire square was silent, and no one dared to challenge on stage.
This young man in Confucian robes still maintained a polite smile. He stood on the stage and cupped his hands to everyone and said: "I have given up to you all. If no one comes on stage to challenge again today, then Shen will be lucky enough to get the first place."
As soon as he said this, a voice in the crowd immediately shouted: "Young Master Shen is too humble. Among the young peers in the Yue Kingdom's martial arts world, who is your opponent? I think you are destined to be your consort today." !”
"Yes, yes! Mr. Shen's character and martial arts are all top-notch. We are convinced that you will win the position of consort!"
"Anyone who dares to disobey Mr. Shen is an enemy of our Iron Horse Hall!"
Everyone in the crowd spoke highly of Shen Xiuwen. Obviously there were many veterans who had been around for many years. Knowing that Shen Xiuwen was already winning, they couldn't help but start flattering her.
Shen Xiuwen was admired by many stars at such a young age, and she couldn't help but smile and narrow her eyes at this moment. She stood on the stage in high spirits, and from time to time she even raised her hands to everyone to thank her.
At this moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded from behind the crowd:
"I don't accept it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man wearing a white robe jumped onto the high platform. Everyone was slightly stunned when they heard this, and looked towards the ring almost at the same time.
I saw that the man who came here had beautiful features and was obviously dressed like a handsome young man, but his steps were light, his figure was graceful, especially his fair skin, which even most women would be ashamed of.
"Where did this pretty boy come from? How come we have never heard of such a famous figure in the world?" someone in the audience asked doubtfully.
After hearing this, the people next to him burst out laughing: "We are competing to choose a prince-in-law, not a pretty boy. It doesn't matter how handsome you are. Don't be beaten until you cry later!"
Everyone was laughing at the young man who had just appeared on the stage.
The young man seemed to be very thin-skinned. After listening to everyone's comments, his face was as red as a ripe apple.
He gritted his teeth, suddenly gave a full meal, and said angrily: "Should we fight or not? These idiots below are so annoying to me!"
"Nonsense!"
At this time, on the dragon chair under the stage, the young man in yellow robe had stood up and was glaring at the young man on the stage angrily.
As the emperor of the Yue Kingdom, how could he not see that the young man running onto the ring at this moment was his own sister, Liu Qing, who was disguised as a man!
"Get down here!" the man in yellow robe shouted angrily.
"No!" Liu Qing curled his lips towards the audience and said, "Since it is a competition to win the championship, anyone can go on stage to compete, why can't I?"
"you!"
The man in yellow robe seemed to be choked by her and was speechless for a long time.
"Haha, there is no need for the emperor to be angry. After all, the princess is still young and has an out-of-the-box temperament. Since she likes to play, let her go on stage and have fun. Sooner or later, we will all be a family." The pudgy monk said from behind him.
After hearing this, the man in yellow robe's anger subsided a little, and finally waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, I usually spoil her too much, so I will let this girl suffer a little today."
"Your Majesty, don't worry. Xiuwen knows the importance of taking action. After all, she is the future wife. How could she be so harsh?" the short and fat monk chuckled.
"Yes." The man in yellow robe nodded, seeming to agree with his view.
On the stage at this time, Shen Xiuwen was also slightly surprised.
But he reacted immediately and couldn't help but said with a smile: "I didn't expect that Your Highness the Princess would have such a taste. Don't worry, after we get married, my husband can always spar with you."
"Bah! Who wants to marry you?" Liu Qing said angrily: "I came on stage today just to beat you into a pig head so that I will never see your disgusting face again."
"Tsk, tsk, it turns out that the princess also likes to play hard-to-get tricks!" Shen Xiuwen said with an "I understand you" expression, and laughed: "How do you know that the more you resist, the more excited you will be for your husband? The two of us are really meant for each other.
right!"
"Pooh!"
Liu Qing didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he moved his whole body and rushed directly towards Shen Xiuwen.
"Hey, since you are so proactive, I will play with you and let you have three moves first!"
Shen Xiuwen stood there and smiled slightly, clasping her hands behind her back, looking calm and unhurried.
However, as soon as he spoke, Liu Qing rushed in front of him, and then a strong wind hit him and rolled up all his limbs.
"What?"
Shen Xiuwen's expression changed, and she no longer cared about her chic image. She hurriedly stamped her feet on the ground and jumped up into the air.
Liu Qing narrowed her eyes, and pinched the magic techniques with both hands hidden in her sleeves. A strong wind followed Shen Xiuwen like a shadow, chasing after Shen Xiuwen.
Her technique is called "Wind Locking Technique" and it is one of the three secret techniques recorded in the bamboo slips given to her by Liang Yan.
Liang Yan killed a lot of people in Hell, including some low-level monks. Naturally, he also took away their storage bags. There are at least hundreds of low-level spells like this in the Qi Refining Period.
"Wind Locking Technique" is one of the easiest methods to perform quickly. Once it is successfully performed, it can summon strong winds to lock the opponent's limbs, making it impossible for the opponent to cast spells, let alone attack with their own brute force.
Liu Qing's eyes were fixed on Shen Xiuwen, her hands were hidden in her sleeves and she kept kneading. Waves of invisible wind surged out, locking Shen Xiuwen not far away.
Everyone in the audience couldn't help but be surprised when they saw them standing motionless on the stage, thinking that the two were competing in internal strength.
"Is this pretty boy really a master? He can actually compete with Shen Xiuwen in terms of internal strength and still not fall behind?"
Naturally, Shen Xiuwen would not pay attention to their thoughts. He now knew that he was suffering.
Because his limbs were locked by a strange strong wind, no matter how amazing his martial arts skills were, he couldn't display any strength at this moment.
"Could it be that this little girl has practiced magic?"
Shen Xiuwen was horrified, and there was a hint of sweat on her forehead.
While he tried his best to use his internal strength to resist the strong wind, he secretly observed the other party.
I saw that the corners of Liu Qing's mouth turned white and his eyes were a little panicked. It was obvious that the situation was no better than his own.
"It turns out that this little girl has only learned a little bit. I don't think she can hold on for long. As long as I use my skills to withstand this strong wind, I will be able to get out of trouble in a short time." Shen Xiuwen saw through this and felt calm in her heart.
, made up his mind to continue the stalemate with the other party.
However, the next moment, he felt a slight vibration under his feet, as if something was running towards him from the ground.
"What?!"
Shen Xiuwen was horrified, and instinctively sensed a hint of crisis. He hurriedly used all his internal strength to maximize his potential, trying to break free from the force of the wind locked on his limbs.
At this moment, Liu Qing, who was not far away, suddenly swayed. It seemed that he finally couldn't bear it anymore and took a step back involuntarily.
As she retreated, the power of the strong wind locked on Shen Xiuwen immediately weakened, allowing him to regain his freedom instantly.
Shen Xiuwen was overjoyed and did not dare to be careless at all. She quickly started her Qing Gong and jumped forward.
boom!
A loud noise came, and Shen Xiuwen was in mid-air. Looking back, she couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
I saw a huge wooden thorn piercing out from the ground and thrusting upward into the air. If I had been half a minute slower just now, I might have been stabbed all the way through now!
