The scholar in green clothes and the beauty in stone were communicating and told some secret things.
Zhang Ruochen sat aside and listened quietly.
"Thank you, Senior Sister Luo."
Zhang Ruochen took the purple bamboo teacup handed over by Luo Shuihan and took a sip.
The tea is very sweet. After drinking it, the blood starts to flow rapidly, and a feeling of comfort is exuded all over the body.
Obviously this is no ordinary tea.
The feeling of weakness in Zhang Ruochen's body has been reduced a lot, and even his injuries are recovering quickly.
Originally, using the power of the relics, Zhang Ruochen would have a weak period of three or four days, and his cultivation would hit rock bottom. After drinking this tea, Zhang Ruochen felt that it would only take one day at most to get through the weak period.
Opposite me, an old man in Confucian clothes with half white hair and half black hair kept staring at Zhang Ruochen and snorted coldly: "The tea leaves of this Holy Dao Ancient Tea were picked by me personally from the ancient tea trees planted by Confucian ancestors. They were originally given as gifts.
Dean Luo, I didn’t expect that I would take advantage of a junior like you.”
Zhang Ruochen always felt that the old man in Confucian clothes was a stubborn old man who thought too highly of himself and valued his seniority too much. Moreover, he would bluster and show off in front of him whenever he disagreed.
is it necessary?
However, the words of the old man in scholarly clothes still frightened Zhang Ruochen.
Eight hundred years ago, Zhang Ruochen heard that there were four ancient tea trees in Confucianism and Taoism. They were planted by four Confucian ancestors. They had grown for tens of millions of years and were very ancient.
However, the great disaster at the end of the Middle Ages caused three of the ancient tea trees to be damaged and turned into ashes, leaving only one ancient tea tree surviving to this day.
Moreover, only a small amount of tea leaves from ancient tea trees mature every thousand years.
Only saints of Confucianism and Taoism are qualified to get a few pieces.
The old man in Confucian clothes actually claimed that he personally picked tea leaves from the ancient tea tree. Zhang Ruochen naturally didn't believe it and felt that he was exaggerating his own status and deliberately pretending to be virtuous and respectable.
The old man in Confucian clothes shook his head and sighed: "The power of the ancient tea of the Holy Way can help monks understand the rules of the Holy Way, improve their spiritual power, consolidate their state of mind and holy soul, and refine the holy source. An ignorant child, taking a sip of tea, will instantly
, can turn into a child prodigy. The ancient tea of the holy way is most useful to spiritual monks, so it is really a waste for you to drink it..."
Before the words of the old man in Confucian clothes could be fully finished, a soft "pop" sound came from Zhang Ruochen's body.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful spiritual power surged out of Zhang Ruochen's body.
Drinking the Holy Ancient Tea actually caused Zhang Ruochen's mental power to break through the bottleneck and reach the forty-seventh level.
The old man in Confucian clothes naturally noticed the powerful fluctuation of mental power, and his face froze slightly. He obviously did not expect that a junior who practiced martial arts could cultivate his mental power to such a profound level.
When he was Zhang Ruochen's age, he had just become a semi-saint of spiritual power, and was far away from the forty-seventh level of strength.
However, the expression of the old man in Confucian clothes quickly returned to his natural state, and he pretended to be calm, and said: "Your mental strength is barely adequate. Compared with that of my disciple, there is still a big gap. My disciple
, his spiritual power has reached level 49 and he is about to become a saint."
"The second in the new department?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
"Exactly."
The old man in Confucian attire tilted his chin up and stroked his beard lightly, looking contented.
"It's not like he's the number one scholar." Zhang Ruochen muttered in a low voice.
The old man in Confucian clothes felt that Zhang Ruochen didn't understand the importance of being ranked second in the rankings. He glared angrily and turned away, too lazy to talk to this guy who didn't respect his teachers.
When a young man in his twenties saw him, he didn't salute respectfully or show any humility, but he was still on an equal footing with him. Naturally, he was very angry.
Originally, he was reminding Zhang Ruochen everywhere, hinting that Zhang Ruochen should be more respectful to him, but he didn't expect that Zhang Ruochen was very dishonest and still sat across from him arrogantly.
The old man in Confucian clothes secretly thought that for such a junior who does not understand etiquette, he must find an opportunity to beat him to prevent him from going astray and embarking on a wrong path in the future.
Zhang Ruochen naturally didn't expect that an older person like the old man in Confucian clothes would be careless. At this moment, he was thinking secretly.
Just now, the old man in scholarly clothes called the scholar in green clothes "Master Luo", which undoubtedly confirmed Zhang Ruochen's suspicion.
The scholar in green is one of the ten masters of the Eastern Territory Holy Academy, Luo Xu.
Two hundred years ago, the most outstanding person in Kunlun Realm reached the supreme realm of Tianji Realm. At the same time, he was also the first saint to emerge from Tianmo Ridge and become famous all over the world.
As Shi Meiren and Luo Xu continued to talk, Zhang Ruochen gradually understood the grudges between them.
This matter must start two hundred years ago.
At that time, the Demonic Cult wanted to expand its power and march into the Eastern Region on a large scale, competing for interests with Wushi Bank, the black market, and the imperial court.
The Demon Sect selected the "Qi Family", a medieval family in the Eastern Region, as a bridgehead. By controlling the Qi Family, Lei established a foothold in the Eastern Region as quickly as possible.
Therefore, the leader of the Demon Cult ordered that Lin Suxian, the Holy Maiden of the Demon Cult at that time, be married to Qi Xiangtian, the eldest son of the head of the Qi family.
However, Luo Xu and Lin Suxian have been a couple for a long time.
For this matter, Luo Xu single-handedly went to the main altar of the Demon Sect and killed many masters of the Demon Sect. Blood flowed for twelve miles. He even killed a saint of the Demon Sect with his semi-saint cultivation.
After all, Luo Xu was single and weak, and in the end he failed to win back Lin Suxian, and watched helplessly as his lover married into the Qi family of the Eastern Region.
At that time, the person who took action to suppress Luo Xu was none other than Ling Feiyu, the chief saint.
Zhang Ruochen also understood that the woman in palace attire he saw in Zhuguang Pavilion last night must be the most beautiful woman in the world two hundred years ago, Lin Suxian.
Of course, Lin Suxian is now the deputy palace master of the Demon Sect's Holy Maiden's Palace. He holds a high position and his status in the Holy Maiden's Palace is second only to Ling Feiyu.
Zhang Ruochen sighed, it was hard to tell who was right and who was wrong in this matter.
After all, in that battle that year, Ling Feiyu had shown mercy and tried his best to save Luo Xu's life.
If it had been another strong man from the Demon Sect, Luo Xu would have died in the Demon Sect's main altar two hundred years ago.
From the perspective of a bystander, Ling Feiyu did nothing wrong and even had some kindness towards Luo Xu and Lin Suxian.
After all, with the abilities of Luo Xu and Lin Suxian at that time, they were simply unable to fight against the entire demon sect. After Luo Xu died in battle, Lin Suxian would probably die for love.
The current ending is already the best.
However, as a person involved, Lin Suxian would not think so and blame all the hatred on Ling Feiyu.
She named her daughter "Fei Yu", so why didn't she remember this grudge deeply?
Ling Feiyu's cultivation was too high, and Lin Suxian was no match for her, so she kept waiting for an opportunity. It wasn't until Ling Feiyu suffered heavy losses in the battle with Qingtian Blood Emperor that Lin Suxian finally took revenge.
Killing Ling Feiyu was not enough to relieve the hatred in her heart.
She wanted to torture Ling Feiyu and make Ling Feiyu irrecoverable.
In the final analysis, there are so many grievances and disputes in the world because of the word "love".
Luo Xu was able to forgive Ling Feiyu because he had time to downplay his hatred, and at the same time he had a broad mind. His heart was not distorted by hatred, and he could see right from wrong.
After receiving Luo Xu's forgiveness, Ling Feiyu's state of mind seemed to have recovered a little, with a sharp light shining in his eyes.
Luo Shuihan handed over a cup of Shengdao ancient tea. Ling Feiyu did not refuse, took the cup and took a sip.
Luo Xu said: "With the ancient tea of the holy way and the "Seven Lives and Seven Deaths", it should be able to help Palace Master Ling to completely restore her mood and will. I just hope that Palace Master Ling will not hate her because of this matter. Everything is my fault. She
I can help her make up for any wrong she did."
The old man in Confucian clothes looked at the picture scroll on the table, and he suddenly realized it. He quickly rolled it up and said: "Luo Xu, Luo Xu, I misjudged you. It turns out that you are also a liar. You also said that you want to study with me.
"Seven Lives and Seven Deaths". It turns out that you are going to use it to save people. Did you know that "Seven Lives and Seven Deaths" is the treasure of the painting sect, and I took a great risk to bring it with me.
come out."
Luo Xu smiled and said: "Brother Ju..."
"Don't call me that. Although I am one of the Four Saints of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum, I was plotted by the other three!"
The old man in scholarly clothes gnashed his teeth and hated him so much.
"This old guy is actually a painting saint, one of the Four Saints?" Zhang Ruochen felt very surprised.
There is more than one person in the Kunlun world who can become a saint through painting. However, there is only one person who can be called a painting saint.
This person is the leader of the Painting Sect, Chu Siyuan, also known as "Mr. Ju". Together with the Qin Sage, the Chess Sage, and the Calligraphy Sage, he is also known as the "Four Saints of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum".
Plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum symbolize noble quality and noble moral character. Confucian and Taoist sages like to use them to express themselves.
However, at that time, Chu Siyuan had a better idea and felt that the title of Four Gentlemen was very suitable for his status, so he agreed.
After returning to Huazong and thinking carefully, he discovered something was wrong.
It is naturally impossible to change it back.
Luo Xu said seriously: "Brother Chu, the battle between Palace Master Ling and the Blue Sky Blood Emperor has done a lot for the entire human race. If it weren't for her, it is very likely that the Blue Sky Blood Emperor would have released Hades. Now,
Palace Master Ling was seriously injured in that battle, how could a noble and upright person like you not help?"
The old man in Confucian clothes nodded, feeling that what Luo Xu said made sense, especially the sentence "high moral integrity" was indeed on point.
The old man in Confucian clothes stroked his beard and said leisurely: "To enter the Seven Lives and Seven Deaths, Palace Master Ling must go through seven lives and complete seven reincarnations in the scroll. Moreover, there must be another person with her.
Enter the scroll together, guide her, help her regroup her will, correct some of her mistakes, and lead her on the path of cultivation."
Luo Xu asked: "What are the conditions required for a guide?"
"First of all, the guide must be someone she trusts. Otherwise, if you choose a guide at random, it is very likely that he will secretly attack her in the scroll, leaving some fatal effects."
"Second, the leader's spiritual power must reach level 45 or above."
Immediately, the old man in Confucian clothes explained: "After all, they have to experience seven lives in the picture scroll and encounter all kinds of people and worldly things. People who are not mentally strong enough will find it difficult to escape from the picture scroll in an instant.
To accommodate so many memories would definitely lead to a mental breakdown."
"Third, that person's swordsmanship must reach the state where man and sword become one."
"You must know that the most important spiritual will of Palace Master Ling is the will of swordsmanship. Only those with a high enough level of swordsmanship can guide her and regain her will of swordsmanship."
The old man in Confucian clothes sighed: "Only those who meet the above three conditions are qualified to be her guide and help her through seven lives."
Even Luo Xu frowned. It was too difficult to find someone who met such three demanding conditions at the same time.
At this time, the sky above the blue wooden boat was completely covered by blood clouds, revealing densely packed figures of undead vampire sergeants.
Both sides of the river were also surrounded by an army of undead vampires, and several layers of formations were arranged to prevent Zhang Ruochen from escaping.
The few people in the cabin were naturally aware of the situation outside, but they didn't take it to heart and were still thinking about the suitable person to lead.
Zhang Ruochen noticed something, so he raised his head and stared at Ling Feiyu.
The two people actually looked at each other.
Does Ling Feiyu think he is a trustworthy person?
Zhang Ruochen felt a little unbelievable. After all, he and Ling Feiyu had not known each other for a long time. Ling Feiyu actually felt relieved and completely handed herself over to him?
Zhang Ruochen didn't allow Zhang Ruochen to think too much. A deep voice sounded outside the cabin: "Zhang Ruochen, I, under the orders of the Blood Emperor, have come to get the Monstrous Sword. Why don't you come out and see me?"
As the icy voice sounded, an astonishing amount of cold air fell from the sky, completely freezing the wide ancient river into a glacier.
(Something has happened in the past two days, so there have been a few updates. Updates can be resumed tomorrow.)