Returning to Bilanzhou again, breathing in the air filled with spiritual energy, looking at the bamboo forest outside the window and the Qingyun Sect disciples coming and going, Ning Chen had an inexplicable feeling of nostalgia.
Ever since he learned that Feng Zisong had returned to Nanwan, Ning Chen finally had a rare and peaceful few days, and his graduation thesis was on track. After just a few days, when the stone ball finally felt like he could travel through time, Ning Chen didn't
After a delay, he immediately started traveling and returned to Bilanzhou again.
Ning Chen walked around his small courtyard, drew a few talismans to practice his skills, and saw a Qingyun Sect disciple coming to Ning Chen's small courtyard, "Envoy Ning, King Yun invites you to go to the hall to discuss Qingyun."
Conference matters.”
"I understand, just wait a moment." Ning Chen nodded, returned to the bedroom to get the magic bag, and then followed the disciple to the hall of Prince Yun's Mansion.
Ning Chen heard Yan Wuxun talk about the Qingyun Conference. It is a triennial gathering of the Qingyun Sect. The eight Cloud Kings and many elders scattered in various places will return to Qingyun Mountain to report on their work, present gifts to the leader, and discuss their merits.
There are rewards and punishments, as well as disciple competitions, etc. It is an extremely important gathering of the Qingyun Sect, so it is called the Qingyun Conference.
"What do you want me to listen to about the Qingyun Conference?" Ning Chen wondered in his heart, "I am not yet at the Ning Yuan stage, so I am not qualified to go to Qingyun Mountain to participate in the conference. Is it that I am asked to provide more talismans to the disciples of the sect so that they can
Did they win when they competed?"
After thinking all the way to the hall of Prince Yun's Mansion, he saw Huang Ying, Yan Wuxun and several elders sitting there. Ning Chen hurriedly bowed his hands and sat at the bottom to listen to their words.
"King Yun, our Southern Yun Prince's Mansion is going to be in the limelight this time. The "Peeping Sky Treasure Mirror" is a prefecture-level skill that can rival "Qingyun Dafa". How can other Yun Kings compare with us?"
The elder laughed.
Huang Ying's acquisition of the "Peeping Sky Treasure Mirror" is still being kept secret. Even the leader has not been notified. Only the elders and disciples who participated in the Shangqing Pavilion matter that day know that they are preparing to win the first place in the triennial Qingyun Conference.
Xingyun City is located in the south, with a small area and few resources. The treasures presented in each meeting are not conspicuous. They can only gain some face in the performance report and disciple competition. This time, I accidentally obtained the "Peeping Sky Treasure Mirror".
It was enough to earn back all the face they had lost before and still make some money. No wonder everyone here was excited.
Except for Huang Ying, no one else has read "Peeping the Sky Treasure Mirror". They know their own weight and dare not covet him, so they look at Ning Chen with unconcealable envy. This young man
However, a monk who had seen the earth-level skills and was summoned by Huang Ying to join the Qingyun Sect had a bright future. However, his own reserve still kept them at a distance from Ning Chen. Except for Yan Wuxun, no one could
I have never looked for Ning Chen alone.
Huang Ying had a smile on his face. According to the rules of Qingyun Sect, he was qualified to practice the techniques he presented, so Huang Ying had no scruples. He had gained a lot from studying "Peeping the Sky Treasure Mirror" in the past few months, and his cultivation had reached great heights.
Taking a step further, although it is still far away from the golden elixir, it is also a big step closer to the goal.
"Exactly, I already want to see Old Man Zhao's face. Hahaha, what I said three years ago is that I want to get back my capital with interest." Another elder said.
The Qingyun Sect has a large scale and sits on a country. Naturally, like other big forces, it is full of various factions and disputes. The most obvious ones are the eight cloud kings who are divided into eight directions. Although they are all disciples of Qingyun Mountain, they are not familiar with each other.
The relationship between them is not harmonious. On the contrary, it is not uncommon for each other to scheming and scheming with each other, but it does not affect the operation of Qingyun Sect. It is just a small fight within the sect. Everyone knows that they are under the influence of others.
No one on the big ship of Qingyun Sect would go too far, so even though Wu Changfeng knew about their little tricks, he just turned a blind eye.
"This is a good opportunity for our southern Yun Palace to be proud, so I am calling everyone here to discuss arrangements for going to Qingyun Mountain. Let's see who will come with me this time and who will stay behind in Xingyun City." Huang Ying said with a smile.
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"I'm going!"
"You went there last time, it's my turn this time!"
"I didn't go last time, so you must take me with you this time!"
"King Yun must take me with him. At worst, I won't go there a few times in the future."
"Go away, you old fool. If you don't go there a few times in the future, how many more opportunities do you have to participate in the Qingyun Conference?"
As soon as Huang Ying finished speaking, several elders started making noises. They showed no restraint of the Ning Yuan Stage monks. They must have lost face in previous conferences and wanted to get it back this time.
"Okay, okay, what's the point of making noise? You are not wandering loose cultivators." Huang Ying clapped his hands, "This time, in addition to Wu Xun, Ning Chen will also go with me to see the world. In addition, I decided
Bring three more elders, since we can’t decide, let’s stick to the old rules and draw lots.”
"Drawing lots?" Ning Chen's eyes were stunned, and he thought he heard wrongly. Why is this method of trying to win luck on earth also available in Bilan Continent? Moreover, everyone is a monk in the Ning Yuan stage. A quick look at his spiritual consciousness revealed that
What lot can be hidden from them?
Several elders glanced at Ning Chen with some envy, then looked at each other with fierce eyes, and then nodded together and said to Huang Ying, "Please ask King Yun to draw lots."
Huang Ying nodded, stretched out his right hand, and a ball of cloud condensed half a foot above his palm. The cloud turned white with a few strands of blue hair, and then the cloud rolled and wrapped those few strands of green inside.
The clouds rolled faster and faster in Huang Ying's hands, and Ning Chen's eyesight could no longer see the speed of the flow. There was a faint sound of thunder during the rolling, and Ning Chen's mind was shocked, and then the clouds turned into pure white.
The color is divided into seven, floating in front of the yellow shadow, fluctuating.
"Okay, there are seven lots in total, and only three of them contain Qingyun silk. Which of you will come first?" Huang Ying asked.
The corner of Ning Chen's mouth twitched. The lottery in Bilanzhou was indeed very different from that in China. They were all masters of the Ning Yuan stage. He did not dare to release his spiritual consciousness, but he must not be able to penetrate deep into the clouds even if he released his spiritual consciousness.
You can only rely on luck to win Qingyun silk.
"Congratulations to King Yun for your further advancement in cultivation. The technique of this Jiuzhongyun is becoming more and more pure." One of the elders who looked to be the oldest shook his head and sighed, "They are all the same, so let me choose one first.
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The elder who spoke casually pointed towards a cloud of gas, and the cloud of gas floated towards him obediently, and then floated on his fingertips.
"Disperse!" As soon as the elder's true energy moved, the cloud of energy was instantly dispersed, and then turned into nothingness.
Seeing that the clouds dispersed but no blue clouds appeared, the elder couldn't help but feel a trace of disappointment in his eyes.