Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 810 Negotiation Between Two Worlds
After talking about the Myriad Spirits Realm, several people began to study the formal consultation with the Myriad Dendrobium Realm in a few days. After a while, Dayan also arrived, and the door was closed for several hours, and no one came out.

As Liu Qinghuan and his group returned to Xianding City, the entire Xianding City became lively, and the streets and alleys were discussing the negotiations between the two worlds in the near future. The sects and families of various realms in the Ten Thousand Dendrobium World all sent people over. Some people from the outside world even ran through the boundary gate to watch.

After the results of the first round of negotiations came out, it caused an uproar even more.

"The first one, if Yunmengze returns to... Hey! Do you still want to hear it? If you don't listen, I won't talk about it!"

In a restaurant open only to senior monks, a monk dressed in brown stood on the stage, holding a piece of paper in his hand, very dissatisfied with the buzzing crowd below.

"Everyone be quiet! Be quiet! Fellow Daoist Chuanhua is a member of the Immortal League, and he knows best what requests Yunmengze made this time."

When the building finally calmed down, the brown-clothed monk held up the page again and read:
"First, if Yunmengze returns to our realm, then within 5000 years, the sects or forces in this realm shall not intervene in all its affairs, let alone forcibly occupy and compete for its resources."

As soon as the words fell, the monks in the house were in an uproar.

"5000 years? Did I hear correctly?"

"5000 years... Hehe, I don't know if I will live to that time."

"Wait, this is the first article, there will be more!"

The brown-clothed monk read again: "Second, Yunmengze requires our world to build a boundary wall for them, leaving only one passage to communicate with the outside world. Those who want to go to Yunmengze must have the Immortal Alliance and Yunmengze. The pass issued by Mengze at the same time, and the people of Yunmengze can freely enter and exit the main interface."

"The wall of the realm?!"

"A boundary wall like Qingzhi Barren Island? That consumes too much material."

The brown-clothed monk ignored the people below, and continued to read: "The third rule..."

Someone shouted: "There is a third one!"

"...The Immortal Alliance can only be stationed and defended outside the boundary wall, and monks above the Spirit Formation and above are not allowed to enter Yunmeng Lake unless there are special circumstances."

Everyone was shocked, and the whole room was shocked. After a while, the building exploded!

"Are those people in Yunmengze crazy!"

"That's right, empty rank monks are not allowed to enter, they really think of themselves as uncles!"

"They really dare to mention it!"

"I think, just send someone to kill all the people in that world, and take back the land. We don't want people!"

For a while, the crowd was passionate and there were many discussions.

In the corner, a black-clothed monk slowly turned the teacup in his hand, but kept silent.

The person sitting next to him was making a high-spirited speech, and when he finished speaking, there was a lot of echoes, but he was the only one who remained silent, which seemed a bit abrupt, so someone walked over and slapped his table with a "bang".

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by not speaking?"

The black-clothed monk raised his head, but it was a pair of bewitching and cold purple eyes. The man couldn't help but feel cold when he saw it, and said with a smile: "Friend Daoist, I want to ask your opinion, that Yunmengze..."

The monk in black said indifferently: "It's none of my business, I'm just here for tea."

The visitor was a little annoyed, but just as someone wanted to talk to him, he turned away.

The purple-eyed cultivator listened for a while and saw that there was nothing new to talk about, so he left the restaurant, wandered around the city for a while, bought some things, and went all the way to Xianlaiju in the east of the city.

Changing his face in a secluded corner, he walked around the guards of the Immortal League as if nothing had happened, and entered a certain courtyard familiarly.

Liu Qinghuan was sitting in the room reading a book, when he looked up, he saw the avatar coming in, and he didn't speak. The Nascent Soul in the dantian disappeared into the body of the avatar without showing up.

The two merged into one, and soon returned to their respective places.

Liu Qinghuan smiled: "Sure enough, it caused an uproar, but it's nothing."

Don't ask for a price at this time, when will you ask for a price?Do you want it after Yunmengze is taken back? I'm afraid he will really be slaughtered by then.

No matter what happens outside, everyone in Yunmengze is very at ease anyway, they put forward their own appeals, if they can't be achieved, they should take their time, and it's best to delay as long as possible.

However, Liu Qinghuan did not participate in the previous negotiations. Before the negotiations, he suggested that it was enough for the Wenshi faction to be a representative if they were free, and he only wanted to help out later.

Everyone else guessed whether he provoked enemies outside, so he suddenly avoided everywhere.

Liu Qinghuan didn't explain, even when Kongwu and Dayan asked, she even accepted it.

The others were busy negotiating with the people of Xianmeng, and the Nascent Soul cultivator below also seized the opportunity to go shopping in Xianding City. Only he seemed to be free, flipping through books and jade slips all day long.

In fact, Liu Qinghuan has been looking up the information of Xiangenrong these days. Although he is not good at going out, he can go out with his incarnation.

And after looking through countless classics, he finally determined that the wisp of misty air that caused him serious injuries and was absorbed by the seeds was most likely the air of a fairy!
Cultivators like them breathe in and out the aura of heaven and earth, and the fairy world above is not filled with aura, but the aura of fairy spirits.

When Liu Qinghuan guessed this possibility, she was taken aback, but combined with the experience of transforming the seeds into bottles that day, she felt that it was likely to be the case.

If it wasn't for the spirit of the fairy spirit, the dharma body he had tempered in the chalcedony pool would not be so easily injured, and the green wood spirit could not repair the injury.

Since the fairy spirit is a thing of the fairy world, it is naturally not something that a monk like him in the mortal world can bear. He was not killed on the spot, but fortunately he has a bottle of nectar on his body.

Of course, it was also because of the ten thousand wooden bottles that he suddenly suffered this catastrophe.

Liu Qinghuan closed the book and sighed: "I didn't expect that the fairy root banyan actually contained fairy spirit, but since it's called a fairy tree, it's probably not surprising."

He took out the storage bag with the tree roots, but he was in trouble for a moment, and he didn't dare to touch it with his hands, so he finally put it away, ready to go back to Yunmengze.

As for Wan Muping, Liu Qinghuan tried to summon him a few times, but the other party didn't show up.

Most of the high-grade treasures have extremely high spirituality, but his cultivation base is too low to be able to lower the Xuantian Treasure, so he has no choice but to let it go temporarily.

For several days, after several rounds of negotiations between the two worlds, they fell into a stalemate.

In the end, Wanhu Realm reluctantly raised the protection decree's time limit to 500 years, and then refused to make any concessions. As for the boundary wall, it directly rejected it because of the huge cost.

If the talks cannot go on, naturally they can only be put on hold for the time being, and the two sides will go back to negotiate and talk again.

So everyone in Yunmengze was going to go back home, but several Huashen asked to stay, wanting to take a stroll in the world of ten thousand dendrobium, and if possible, they would also like to visit the Battlefield of Mingshan.

Xianmeng considered it for two days and agreed, and then only Liu Qinghuan returned with a group of Nascent Soul monks.

Liu Qinghuan was very careful not to use his real body to show up, but sent an avatar instead.Although the incarnation and Liu Qinghuan were different in Dharma body and appearance, the Nascent Soul in the body was exactly the same, so with just a little concealment, they were able to hide it from everyone and returned to Yunmengze through the gate.

"Okay, I'm back." Liu Qinghuan looked at the surrounding environment, and encouraged the Nascent Souls: "Go all, practice hard, and strive to become a god as soon as possible."

Everyone bowed to him, and then dispersed, and soon only Lu Enming and Bai Ningshuang were left in place.

Liu Qinghuan took out a Dharma boat: "You guys also come up, this place is quite far from the sect, I'll take you back."

Lu Enming smiled and said, "Tai Zun, I'm going to visit the Realm of the Broken Sword in the Eastern Wasteland, and I won't be returning to the sect for the time being."

"The Domain of the Broken Sword?"

Liu Qinghuan remembered that he got that Jingwei sword back then in the Domain of Broken Swords. It was a sword mound with countless sword souls inside.

"Do you want to go inside to practice?"

Lu Enming nodded and said, "It suits me there."

Liu Qinghuan said: "Then you go."

Lu Enming left, and now there were only two people left in place.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward, Liu Qinghuan looked at Bai Ningshuang, but the other party lowered her head, as if she didn't intend to leave.

(End of this chapter)