Chapter 254: Guest

In a flash, seven days passed in a hurry.

Above the extreme sky, the gale flowed in layers, like a whirlpool in the sea, raging everywhere.

The great sound shook the eardrums, and the wind was shrill!

At such a height, it was already difficult for a lone swan to cross, and even cultivators with Daoist practice would find it extremely difficult to climb to this point.

A moment of carelessness would result in the protective spiritual light being shattered by the gale, falling from the boundless height, resulting in being smashed to pieces.

However, a great bronze palace stood safely here, treating these fierce gales as flowing rivers, restraining and driving them for its own use.

In the blink of an eye.

It didn't know how many hundreds of mountains and rivers, and layers of water and sky it had drifted past...

This palace's style was strange and ancient, divided into two layers, green bronze in color, and very spacious, as wide as several tens of miles.

There were mountains and water, birds and beasts, and pavilions and terraces appearing and disappearing between the mountains and water; from time to time, maids or children walked through them, holding trays and cups.

With this scale and shape, it was more appropriate to call it a small bronze city than a palace.

At this time, in a quiet room, Chen Hang was flipping through a predecessor's notebook, and when he studied the critical points, he occasionally used his fingers as a pen, wielding a few sword qi, practicing in the air.

This was a Daoist book that Yuanshu Zhenjun Ding had casually taken out of his sleeve.

According to him, it should be able to help Chen Hang cultivate to the fourth realm of Sword Dao and realize the mystery of the body and sword as one.

However, after Chen Hang read the whole book, he only felt that this Daoist book was completely blowing hot air; although it sounded flowery, it was not on track.

It was also interspersed with some strange anecdotes and wild histories of romance.

To say it was a Daoist cultivation book.

It was more like strange tales.

However, although this book had ninety-six percent nonsense, the remaining three or four percent were somewhat useful, and when reading it, there was no lack of flashes of inspiration.

Because of this reason.

Chen Hang also endured his temper and repeatedly pondered the few useful sentences.

Since he had ambitions for the Four Academies Competition and wanted to fight for a ranking in the battle five years later, the trip to the East Sea Long Gong was indispensable!

The Dragon Lord choosing a son-in-law had existed since ancient times.

This move was not only to marry off his daughter, but also to befriend the heroes of the Nine Prefectures and Four Seas in advance.

Before they truly made their mark, he would bestow favors upon them.

When they met again in the future, whether as enemies or friends, there would always be some old incense and friendship...

Although this move was a good calculation, the cost was not small.

Even if others had the heart to imitate, I'm afraid they wouldn't have that kind of financial resources.

Only the Dragon Clan of the East Sea had a big family and a big business to be able to afford it...

And it was precisely because of this wide-ranging friendship that the East Sea Dragon Clan's connections were almost spread all over the world; famous great cultivators of the Nine Prefectures and Four Seas had almost all received their favors when they were young.

Several times when heaven and earth were overturned and the killing robbery arose.

The East Sea Dragon Clan relied on this to preserve its vitality.

Without suffering major injuries to its muscles and bones...

And according to what Chen Hang knew.

Anyone who won the top spot in choosing a son-in-law, whether they wanted to marry the Dragon Lady or not, could make a request to the Long Gong.

Regardless of whether it was magic treasures, precious materials, spiritual pets, or any dual cultivation cauldrons and superior profound arts.

The Long Gong would generously agree without any stinginess.

So much so that in the previous few times, it was rumored that a hero from the Lower Academy of the Blood River Sect, after winning the top spot, boldly asked the Long Gong for a piece of excellent blessed land; this kind of sky-high price actually unexpectedly received an agreement.

Not only that, the Long Gong also gifted that Blood River Sect disciple five hundred monster warriors to help him manage the various chores of the blessed land and distribute spiritual energy.

The handwriting was truly generous.

Making people dumbfounded!

And although the Long Gong's rewards were abundant, for ordinary cultivators, it was enough to make them reborn and ascend to the sky in one step.

But the top spot.

Was not so easy to get.

When the various cultivators were competing and fighting, although there was a top spot for the Purple Palace and a chief for the Cave-Mystic, there was no situation of bullying others with a higher realm.

But the Dragon Lord choosing a son-in-law was truly a grand event.

Not only would the heroes of the Eight Sects and Six Schools within the Xudu Heaven personally enter the field.

Even from the universe outside the sky, there would be people who would not be afraid of hardship, just to attend this excitement.

Although Chen Hang prided himself on his extraordinary means, he dared not be certain that he could truly suppress the prestige of the various cultivators in the Purple Palace realm and win the top spot.

The Daoist methods of the Eight Sects and Six Schools each had their own mysteries and were by no means vulgar, so they could not be underestimated!

And the ten thousand heavens and ten thousand Daos were not just the orthodox immortal Dao.

Since those people from outside the sky who cultivated external methods rushed here, they must also have one or two means to rely on.

When facing them, it was inevitable to be careful.

Thinking of this, although Chen Hang was determined to win the top spot and wanted to use this as an excuse to borrow the mystic realm from the East Sea for cultivation.

He still needed to practice a few more powerful means to protect himself in order to have a few more chances of winning.

But like the Southern Bright Departing Fire and the Purple Clear Zi Qing Shen Lei, although he had obtained the cultivation methods, there was no external medicine supply, making it difficult to enter the door.

Like the Yin-Eroding Red Water, although it was in the medium completion realm, if he wanted to refine this water method to the ultimate limit, he needed to find any one of the three child waters, the Dark Night Black Water or the Passing White Water, and choose to cultivate them together to harmonize the qi.

Only then could he condense a Dharma seed within his body, thereby reaching the ultimate limit of the Red Water.

And like the Four Mountains Fighting Decision and other superior Daoist techniques, although powerful, they were difficult to use as a trump card to settle the matter.

Thinking this way.

If he wanted to improve his fighting ability in a short time.

He could only raise his Sword Dao realm again and cultivate the fourth realm—body and sword as one!

However, these few times he entered the Formless Lie Sword Cave, he didn't see any good luck; either he went up one or two layers and couldn't get any realization.

Or he went down eight or nine layers and suffered a thousand cuts, dying and living.

Only once did he luckily enter the fifth layer of the sword cave; although he had realization, it was not enough to make him break through the barrier and ascend to another world...

And just as Chen Hang was pondering, he heard a crisp bell ring, and then a child's knocking sound arose, saying that Yuanshu Zhenjun Ding was summoning him.

He raised his eyebrows slightly; in the seven days in this bronze palace, Yuanshu Zhenjun Ding did indeed summon him and Qiao Rui to listen to Daoist methods, but it was usually at the Mao hour, and it had never changed.

Now, judging from the daylight and qi machine, it was already sunset, which should be the time for Yuanshu Zhenjun Ding to drink and seek pleasure.

Seeing him at this time.

It shouldn't be a lecture, I'm afraid there was something else.

Chen Hang didn't delay, pushed the door, and followed the child, turning left and right, until he arrived in front of a hall with an open door.

Looking up, the hall was extremely spacious and open, with fresh green walls and emerald stairs.

Every three feet, a bright pearl was embedded on the wall, shining brilliantly, like stars, making people feel as if they were in a vast ocean of stars, full of colorful sights.

And two little white apes were guarding the incense burner, holding cattail fans, occasionally waving them gently toward the bottom of the furnace, making the fire high or low, and the incense thick or thin.

At the end of the hall, on a three-layered jade staircase, there was a cloud bed a zhang wide, and Yuanshu Zhenjun Ding was sitting on it; behind him, on the left, the attendant was in green clothes with red collars, holding a lion to ward off evil, and on the right, the attendant was in black headscarves and silk clothes, holding a dragon-tiger ruyi.

His qi penetrated the sky, his divine appearance was detached, and he truly had the state of a carefree immortal!

And in the hall.

Besides Yuanshu Zhenjun Ding.

Besides Yuanshu Zhenjun Ding.

There were also Qiao Rui and another strange female Daoist.

At this time, seeing Chen Hang bow and step into the hall, Yuanshu Zhenjun Ding stopped his words with unfinished interest, smacked his lips, but finally couldn't help but say to the female Daoist:

"In short, if it weren't for this Yuanshu Zhenjun's kind heart and great compassion, bringing your Qiao Rui onto this palace, the little girl's life would be hard to protect! You owe me a favor, a great favor, don't forget it!"

The female Daoist's willow eyebrows stood up slightly, she smiled coldly, and shouted:

"A favor? Who owes you a favor! I had long been waiting outside Crane Cry Mountain, but that mountain was full of your Yuchen people, so I couldn't get close... You, on the other hand, took Little Qiao away without a word, making me search for a long time, and now you have the face to say I owe you a favor?

Ding Hepu, I'm curious, where exactly did you get the face?"

"Without merit, there is still hard work, right?" Yuanshu Zhenjun Ding, whose real name was called out by the female Daoist, was not embarrassed, smiled slightly, and said:

"I heard that you recently obtained three Luoyang Great Elixirs, I wonder—"

"The daylight is already dusk, it is indeed time to sleep and dream." The female Daoist interrupted with a cold smile.

Ding Hepu's face collapsed, and he suddenly pointed to Chen Hang on the side, saying:

"It was this kid who made me bring Qiao Rui! If you want to blame someone, blame him!"

Seeing the female Daoist look over, Chen Hang also bowed to show his respect.

From the words just now, he already knew that this female Daoist was a member of the Qiao clan.

Although he didn't know whether the internal strife of the Qiao clan had been quelled now, having someone come to welcome her at least meant that Qiao Rui was not isolated and helpless in the clan...

And the female Daoist looked Chen Hang up and down a few times, nodded slightly, a trace of satisfaction flowing in her eyes, and smiled:

"This time Little Qiao was able to survive, thanks to you; just now I heard her tell the whole story, and she praised you highly, she—"

Speaking of this.

Qiao Rui suddenly pulled the female Daoist's sleeve shyly.

The female Daoist smiled slightly, understood in her heart, and stopped her words.

"Your sister is still waiting for you at Mi Mountain, so don't delay too long; go, I'll wait for you here."

The female Daoist said to Qiao Rui, and then turned to Ding Hepu, without saying much, raised her hand and threw something at him.

"Good treasure... not in vain for my hard work!"

Ding Hepu took the object, brought it to his eyes to see, and grinned, laughing happily.

The female Daoist's expression was faint, as if she was too lazy to answer.

The evening clouds hung low, and the moon was as bright as ice.

After walking out of that hall, the wind in his ears seemed to be much colder.

Qiao Rui listened to the wind in her ears, stunned for a moment; she blinked, looked up at Chen Hang not far away, and suddenly smiled earnestly:

"Xiao Xiao Shixiong, thank you."

"It was just a small effort, no need to be so polite."

Chen Hang replied.

The five-colored lamp hanging at the corner of the eaves swayed gently with the wind, casting mottled shadows.

Qiao Rui saw Chen Hang standing a few steps away, looking back peacefully.

A pair of long eyebrows were light and quiet, like jade in the cold water, cold bamboo in the forest; the blurred halo poured down from his shoulders like water, falling all over his sleeves, detached from the world.

Like a banished immortal from heaven who drank dew and ate wind, and like a solemn jade statue in a temple.

"Sister has already discussed with the clan head; everyone doesn't want to shed blood. I heard from my aunt that Qiao Wendun will be exiled to the world outside the universe and will never be allowed to return for the rest of his life, and Qiao Jingyi is the same, resigning from her position in the Baishang Academy..."

The two stood side by side, Qiao Rui said a lot of things aimlessly, intermittently.

Finally, she slowly began to stutter, her tongue was a bit knotted, and her head lowered.

After a brief silence.

She looked up suddenly, looked at Chen Hang, a short flash of light passed through her eyes, and she said wistfully:

"Xiao Xiao Shixiong... will we still meet in the future?"

"This is a separation in life, not a separation in death."

Chen Hang paused, smiled calmly:

"You will eventually return to the Lower Academy, and we will have our own time to meet again."

The voice was low and cold, just like in the past.

But after hearing this answer, Qiao Rui felt inexplicably happy in her heart, which was unclear and unspeakable.

"Then can I still ask Xiao Xiao Shixiong for Daoist methods in the future? Like in Zhao State... I won't delay Xiao Xiao Shixiong much time, I will only choose when Xiao Xiao Shixiong is free?"

Qiao Rui felt a bit guilty, as if afraid of being rejected, but still said in a low voice.

Chen Hang glanced at her, was silent for a moment, said "um" faintly, and then tried to add as warmly as possible:

"Yuanshu Zhenjun Qiao has the grace of rebirth for me; no matter how I repay it, it is not too much. When you return to the mountain, if you have time, you can come to find me, as long as you don't dislike my clumsy tongue and delay your cultivation time."

"No! No!"

Hearing this answer, Qiao Rui's eyes dimmed slightly.

But she still raised her face quickly and smiled at Chen Hang, like a well-behaved cat.

And at this moment.

The female Daoist also paced out of the hall and gave Qiao Rui a slight look.

"... Xiao Xiao Shixiong."

Although she was filled with words, she was hesitant, and only this sentence came to her lips:

"I will definitely cultivate well! And achieve the Upper Realm!"

Chen Hang's expression was slightly solemn, and he bowed and smiled:

"The immortal path is rugged, and the Great Dao is difficult to walk; since Qiao Shimei has this ambition, I am willing to encourage you together!"

"..."

Seeing this, the female Daoist was silent for a moment, her eyes had a strange look, but she didn't delay much.

After nodding slightly to Chen Hang, she raised her hand, and a seven-colored star smoke immediately emerged, wrapping her and Qiao Rui, breaking through the gale, and disappearing instantly.

"This escape method is flashy and has no substance! The noble clans are all flashy goods; I can fight three by myself!"

At this time, Ding Hepu also walked out of the hall, glanced at the sky, smacked his lips, and shook his head with a sigh.

"Yuanshu Zhenjun Ding."

Chen Hang bowed.

"Now that Qiao Rui has been picked up, the Masters and disciples who went out from the Four Academies have also returned to their respective mountain gates one after another; now it should be peaceful."

Ding Hepu smiled.

"I must thank the Yuanshu Zhenjun for protecting me."

"Protecting you is as it should be; you did very beautifully in that Flowing Fire Honghua Cave. Such a good talent, if it weren't for Chen Chen Shidi Luo Yu telling me, I would have almost missed a good seedling."

Chen Hang knew that the Chen Chen Shidi Luo Yu he spoke of should be the Master surnamed Luo who gave him the "Purple Clear Zi Qing Shen Lei," and bowed again, another salute.

"No need to be like this; the reason I protect you is half for public interest, and half for private interest. Public interest is naturally because you are a disciple of our Yuchen, and it's not good not to care; as for this private interest..."

Ding Hepu waved his hand, his voice sank slightly, his face solemn:

"If you can worship into the Upper Sect, would you be willing to enter my Fifth Chen Chen Shidi's blessed land to cultivate and be his guest?"

Chen Hang's eyes couldn't help but freeze slightly, his heart moved, but he still asked one more question:

"Disciple is bold, I wonder what the name of that senior is?"

"You must have heard of him; my Fifth Chen Chen Shidi has been very popular recently."

Ding Hepu said:

"His surname is Cang, and his name is Taichu... he is the current master of the Xuanzhu Xuanzhu Fudi!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 255 =====