The mountains in the distance are like black clouds, and the water near is silent.
Shang Qingyun, who was wandering by the stream, had a haggard look on his face and had no intention of admiring the lush greenery in the secret realm.
After practicing for many years and accumulating good deeds, I failed to pass the test one day.
She felt very bitter in her heart. Her husband had advised her to slow down for a few years, accumulate more time, and refine her state of mind. She wanted to fly together with her husband without falling even half a step, but she fell short of success and failed.
The path of cultivation was almost cut off at this point, and she suddenly felt at a loss. There was no one to talk to at this time.
Walking aimlessly along the stream, I walked to the circle that the viewer had warned me about. Suddenly I looked up and saw a beautiful and enchanting woman leaning against a tree on the mountain nearby.
The pink but not greasy palace dress, the smiling eyes, like a deep pool with no bottom, attracted her to move forward in a trance to find out.
About to wade out of the circle, Shang Qingyun suddenly woke up, and the jade pendant hanging around her waist emitted a misty white light.
"Little girl, you can actually continue on your spiritual path."
Tao Niangzi uttered a word in a lazy and careless manner, causing the round-faced woman over there to fly back quickly as if facing a powerful enemy. She froze in place, unable to move forward or retreat for a moment.
She didn't use any powerful means at all. With a casual look, it was not surprising that the protective jade pendant was broken. She said with a smile: "For us, looking down, there are roads everywhere, some are big, some are small, some are wide and some are narrow.
, you are standing so low, of course you can’t see other spiritual paths that are blocked by the mountains.”
Shang Qingyun bowed his hands and saluted: "Senior, please tell me what price the junior will have to pay for giving me guidance."
"You don't have to pay the price. You can tell Guanzhu Zhang afterwards. It's a very simple matter."
Mrs. Tao couldn't care less about the price the little girl paid. Getting Zhang Guanzhu a favor was her purpose. Anyway, she was just idle.
Shang Qingyun thought for a long time, then suddenly handed over his hand: "Junior, please retire!"
He turned around and flew towards the road he came from, mist filling his eyes.
She was already satisfied that she could have four hundred years to live in this world, give birth to a few children for her husband, leave behind blood descendants, and accompany her husband to return to dust for a hundred years before the spiritual energy ebbs away.
I hope I won’t be too old and ugly by then.
The temple master has done enough for their first batch of disciples, and the conditions for the great monster are definitely not simple.
Time is destiny, why force it?
Mrs. Tao's smile remained unchanged, but she didn't expect that the little girl had such a firm mind and could see clearly at the critical moment of life and death.
Mangong, who was as skinny as a monkey, appeared nearby and exclaimed with a sarcastic look on his face: "Ms. Tao, you are so good at making fun of a frustrated junior! Be careful that you will backfire and offend Daoist Zhang again. How will you end up? You are in the wine cellar."
There isn’t much left of the 800-year-old wine.”
"I want you to take care of it!"
Lady Tao glared at the nosy old guy, then turned into pink mist and disappeared into the air.
Mr. Mang shook his head: "I don't know the heart of a good person. I'm afraid that I'll be implicated by you, otherwise I won't bother to care about your mess."
In the days that followed, Shang Qingyun never left the fifty miles outside the stone castle. Once she looked away, she no longer felt sad about spring and autumn. She returned to her former happy self, catching fish and shrimps in the stream, digging wild vegetables and collecting spiritual fruits.
She enjoys the long-lost mortal life with a spoon in her delicate hands, and decorates the stone house where she lives with beautiful flowers.
With a different mood, time passes easily.
More than half a month later, Wei Jingjie, who successfully broke through and was promoted, opened the door and saw his wife's condition. He quickly concealed the sadness in his eyes and pretended to be happy and relieved.
Under the setting sun, a pair of shadows nestled together cast long shadows on the ground.
It shows a bit of desolation in the afterglow of the setting sun.
The half-year period has arrived, and the temple owner entered the secret realm on time. He had no choice but to face such a difficult problem.
Three to four is a watershed on the path of spiritual practice. After overcoming the difficulties, not only can the soul be able to condense a trace of spirituality, and the next life can be expected, but also because the path of spiritual practice will no longer lead to a dead end, and the life span of six to eight hundred years will be long. During this period, if you fail to break the level once, you can continue to try next time until you succeed or your life span comes to an end.
Shang Qingyun's expression of being indifferent to life and death and facing his nature calmly impressed the viewer and saved him a lot of words to comfort him.
When You Meng Chang wakes up from the water droplets, can you ask for advice? Maybe you can get one more chance?
After returning to the sect, news spread about Shang Qing's failure in passing through the pass, which made many disciples who were preparing to take the ordinary path, such as Shi Nanguan, quietly give up the idea of acting too hastily. To be on the safe side, it was better to practice for a few more years.
The road to spiritual practice is long, so why be anxious?
On this day, Zhang Guanzhu received a regular guest in the west hall.
Rong Shu returned to the fourth level a few years ago. He polished his cultivation to a solid level, and his whole person looked like a scholar. He adjusted his chubby face to be as gentle as jade, giving him a bit of the appearance of his previous life.
"I originally wanted to live a peaceful life for a few years and live in seclusion in the city. I didn't want to pay attention to the fighting with those barbarians from the Nanyuan Continent. However, we suffered heavy losses. In just over two years, two fourth-level people died one after another. Confucianism cultivator, my already weak family background has become even worse. I have been personally invited to the academy’s grand ceremony, so I can only make this trip."
"You and Lu Zijin and Lu Huan are both familiar with each other. When you go to Dongyue Island, you have to take care of each other. Don't show off."
"Don't worry. People who have died several times should cherish this life very carefully."
Rong Shuzhi didn't stay long. Half an hour later, he hurried to Liuzhi River. He visited all the places along the way. He hadn't left Daying for several years.
With Zhuang Yu's message, Zhang Guanzhu has a clearer understanding of the battle situation. The war between the forces in the Eastern and Western Continents and the Nanyuan Continent is in a stalemate, with some losing and some winning. Generally speaking, the Eastern and Western Continents have the upper hand and keep fighting within a certain range. .
However, fighting deep into the complex environment of the Nanyuan Continent, the East and West Continents suffered considerable losses.
Now we have returned to Dongyue Island and will go out to fight after we are fully prepared.
Zhang Guanzhu has no idea of participating in the war for the time being. It is enough to have Lu Zijin and Lu Huan who are physically strong and powerful to fight on behalf of Xianling Guan.
He was worried that the eastern continent would be empty at the rear and would be attacked by a team of monks sent by the Nanyuan Continent. Although Da'an was in the middle and neither side was close to the sides, the current situation was that several kingdoms were connected by the same spirit, and both suffered losses and prosperity.
Zhuang Yu was specially arranged to pay attention to the movements of the sea in the southwest and guard against attacks by monks from Nanyuan Continent.
Unlike the Duxian Islands, where the territory is scattered and their skills are radical, Nanyuan Continent is very united when facing foreign enemies. Moreover, those monks have been tempered for a long time in chaos and blood, and their combat power is extraordinary.
When they robbed Dongyuedaofang City the year before last, the monks from Canglingxu City and Misty Demon City performed poorly, like a ragtag group. First, they cooperated temporarily, and secondly, He Guangjun and Shi Yin became famous.
Humans and demon cultivators join forces to fight alone, how can there be any concerted efforts? The result of mutual distrust is holding back treasures and losing troops.
Another half year passed, and at the end of the year, Yan Jing, who had returned from the mortal world, was sent to Moling for seclusion.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Guanzhu Zhang received a message from Yang Shuilan asking for help.
A force from Nanyuan Continent entered from the southwest of the Eastern Continent and swept across the territory of the Daliang witch clan. Mulihua and two other fourth-level witch cultivators defended the city and tried their best to resist, and the situation was precarious.
"Wei Jingjie, come with me to fight!"
"yes!"
After raising troops for a thousand days and deploying troops for a while, two figures flashed in the sky and disappeared in the southwest sky in an instant.
Yue Anyan sent out multiple messages one after another, calling for help for the warriors who went to battle, and summoned the distant earth protectors to return to the sect.
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(Lao Yan still has a fever after all. He feels sore and uncomfortable all over. His body temperature fluctuates from high to low. He will have to resist it for a few days. Please try to keep it updated during the rest period. Please take care of your health.)