Qiu Xuanjing couldn't directly say, nephew An Qingli, the sect has been thinking about Patriarch Qi Wu's nine-story pagoda for a long time. Your master has great reputation and rich family background. Why don't you ask your master to come forward and lend the pagoda to the sect disciples as soon as possible?
Give it a try.
Although Patriarch Qiwu may return to dust three to four hundred years later, and the pagoda will most likely belong to the sect, borrowing it hundreds of years ago can benefit a large number of disciples in advance.
Although three or four hundred years may not seem that long, it is the most critical few hundred years for many younger monks.
A group of young disciples every ten years, these three to four hundred years, is a major event that affects dozens of generations.
"There is no need to be so angry." An Qingli sent a message to comfort Xiao Huzi, "Sect Master Qiu is not talking about a plan, he is just borrowing us. It is good for both parties, and he just proposed a plan according to the trend.
Whether we want to participate in it or not is up to us. Besides, he didn't expect that we would come up with the extraordinary idea of going to Wanjian Sect. He can give us a clear path, which can be regarded as thoughtful."
Xiao Huzi snorted: "I don't like this kind of tortuous thing. Qiu Xuanjing is really scheming. He looks serious on the surface, but he is actually very thief."
However, An Qingli praised: "He is also calculating and able to stand up for his master and block thunder and punishment. This is the character that a sect leader should have."
The little tiger snorted a few times, but he couldn't fault An Qingli's words.
After Patriarch Qi Xian confirmed that An Qingli wanted to borrow the pagoda, he took out the jade slip to send a message to Qi Wu.
However, Patriarch Qi Xian sent messages several times, but Patriarch Qi Wu did not respond.
"what happened?"
Ancestor Qi Xian felt a little worried. He was worried that Ancestor Qi Wu knew that his life was short, so he found a secluded place, sat quietly, and died.
Ancestor Qi Wu had no heirs, so it was not surprising that he chose this way of sitting.
Good monks in the world of cultivation are willing to choose this way of sitting without being disturbed.
Mu Sheng couldn't help but worry: "Could it be that Ancestor Qi Wu really completely ended the world of mortals and went to a no-man's land?"
Ancestor Qi Wu is a figure who is as powerful as the sea god in the sect. It would be a pity to choose this quiet way.
"Hey, let's realize him together"
Ancestor Qixian stroked his beard and sighed, feeling as if the rabbit had died and the fox had died.
Those who have cultivated to the realm of transcending tribulation, especially those who have cultivated to the later stage of transcending tribulation, have no shortage of talent, spiritual roots, understanding, character, and luck. They are the best among thousands of people in the world.
However, the spiritual energy is getting thinner and thinner day by day. They have lived for thousands of years and can feel it most clearly.
This thinness of spiritual energy not only makes their bodies far inferior to those of monks of the same level tens of thousands of years ago, but also prevents them from enjoying the abundant high-level resources of their predecessors.
The thinness of spiritual energy is like the infertility of soil. The same seeds grow grass plants in different states.
If Mahayana is compared to flowering, ascension is compared to bearing fruit.
So it is a good thing that flower buds can grow on this barren soil, and except for the only one or two flower buds that can bloom, the rest of the flower buds have no time to bloom, so they wither and wither.
Qi Wu was very sad, perhaps so sad that he was desperate. After many years of tribulation, he had been looking forward to seeing what he could do and tried every means, but he still couldn't wait for the opportunity for the flowers to bloom.
"Why!"
Ancestor Qi Xian, who was in the middle of the tribulation, looked at Mu Sheng who was tired of erysipelas, thinking about Qi Wu who had most likely escaped from the world, and sighed heavily.
"Well," An Qingli said softly, "Ancestor, I may know where Ancestor Qi Wu is now."
"You know?" Mu Sheng said with suspicion on his face, "Didn't you say that you were separated from Ancestor Qi Wu when you were in the East China Sea?"
An Qingli smiled and said: "We separated, but then we met by chance. My ancestor had his pursuit and asked me to keep it secret, so I didn't say anything."
Mu Sheng said with a long face: "You unworthy disciple, how many things are you hiding from me?"
An Qingli smiled and said: "These are all insignificant matters. The apprentice feels that there is no need to tell the master. Moreover, when the apprentice became a disciple, master, you also said that apart from the matter of alchemy, master, you don't want to worry about anything else."
Mu Sheng snorted and said disgustedly: "You don't have enough trouble to be a teacher."
An Qingli hurriedly smiled and said: "So the master's kindness to the apprentice is completely remembered by the apprentice. Master, please don't argue with the apprentice. You will also trouble the master this time."
Mu Sheng took advantage of the situation and said: "I can help you, and give the master the remaining spiritual plants to match."
An Qingli was stunned for a moment, then sent a message and replied: "Master, you are too fussy with your apprentice. Master, don't be too anxious about the Ascension Pill. Without you, the sect will not have the Mahayana realm Thunder Winged Tiger to suppress the black dragon."
And the Serpent King, what should we do?"
Mu Sheng said willfully: "Anyway, if you don't help me, I can also match the spiritual plants myself. But the ones I match will definitely not be as accurate as yours. But even if they are not as accurate as yours, when I want to refine the Ascension Pill, I still have to
You can refine it at any time. However, there is only one ingredient for the Ascension Pill. If the refining fails, you don’t want to see your master die of heartache because of this."
"Master." An Qingli couldn't laugh or cry, "You are threatening your apprentice."
Mu Sheng had a sullen face, glared at An Qingli, and continued to say: "What's wrong with threatening you? You are my apprentice, shouldn't I threaten you?"
"Hey, Master, you're like this." An Qingli said helplessly, "Master, please make a big oath from your inner demons and not refine the Ascension Pill for three hundred years."
"Evil disciple!" Mu Sheng looked ugly, "You dare to threaten your master? If you ask me to swear, aren't you hoping that my inner demon will backfire on me."
An Qingli said: "That means that within three hundred years, Master will definitely try to refine the Ascension Pill?"
"Then there's no need to ask!" Mu Sheng flicked his sleeves, "Fifty years at most. After fifty years, you will definitely have to give it a try to become a master. Anyway, it is ironclad that you will become a ninth-grade alchemist."
"Fifty years is too short, it will take at least two hundred and fifty years!" An Qingli said in a tough tone, "Otherwise, there is no need to talk about it. At worst, I won't enter the tower and practice swordplay in the ring, which is also a good thing."
Mu Sheng stood up suddenly and sent a message to An Qingli: "Two hundred and fifty years is too long. Sixty years is one year. After sixty years, I have to refine the Ascension Pill."
Ancestor Qi Xian was still sipping tea on the side, watching the master and disciple argue with their eyes wide open.
An Qingli shook his head in disagreement, straightened his back, and said sternly: "Master, if you don't talk about anything else, your physical strength and reaction speed, and your ability to withstand the thunder calamity of the ninth-grade elixir, are all frightening, let alone the elixir.
It’s better to take more 300-year medicated baths and take more Jasper Pills. It’s best to advance to the late Nascent Soul stage and then consider refining the Ascension Pill.”