Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 981 Inverted Time and Space
"Yinyang Market?" Mo Qianli asked in surprise, "Where is that place? Aren't we in Haoyuan City?"

Liu Qinghuan looked out the window, and suddenly found that the street scene outside was really Haoyuan City, but he hadn't been to Haoyuan City for many years, so he had long forgotten what the city was like.

He stood up suddenly and walked out without a word.

"Eh?" Mo Qianli hurried to catch up: "What are you doing?"

Liu Qinghuan said without turning her head, "I'll go outside the city to have a look."

Mo Qianli followed out of the city in a daze, flew into the air, watched him look around, and then heard him murmur: "You actually moved the entire Yunmengze here? This is also..."

"Ah? What do you mean, why move?"

Liu Qinghuan turned around, thought for a while and said, "I have something to do, I'm going to go back to the sect, what's your plan next?"

"I don't have any plans, no!" Mo Qianli looked puzzled, and walked around him twice: "Why do I feel that something is wrong with you today? I always feel that something is weird."

Liu Qinghuan was speechless, thinking for a while, facing this childhood friend, even though the one in front of her was very likely to be fake, she decided to tell the truth.

He let go of his cultivation base a little, and the extremely weak trace of coercion made Mo Qianli, who was only at the golden core stage, back away suddenly, showing a horrified expression: "What's the matter with your cultivation base, why can't I see through your cultivation base right now? ?”

"It's a long story." Liu Qinghuan said: "I can only tell you that this is not the real Yunmengze, but a place called Yinyang Market..."

He wanted to explain what kind of place Yin Yang Market was, but suddenly found that he couldn't open his mouth, as if his throat was blocked, and he couldn't speak a word.

Liu Qinghuan froze in astonishment, and an astonishing guess surfaced in her mind: Word Spirit Restriction!
The prohibition of words and spirits is a prohibition set up to prevent certain secrets or information from being known to people who should not know. The specific manifestation is like this. He wants to explain the existence of Yinyang Market and the difference from the outside world to Mo Qianli. But he couldn't open his mouth or speak.

Because this kind of restriction involves the application of the laws of heaven and earth, it is as difficult as fairy art, and it is by no means something that ordinary monks can use. Liu Qinghuan even suspects that it is difficult for many Mahayana monks to come into contact with this aspect.

And if one forcibly violates the restrictions set by the Spiritual Restriction, one may suffer backlash or punishment, and the consequences are unpredictable.

"What are you talking about?" Mo Qianli next to him looked at him with eyes like "you are crazy": "This is the Yinyang Market? Brother, are you okay, we just came out of Haoyuan City, and there are people behind us Qushang Swamp, if this is not Yunmeng Swamp, where is it?"

Liu Qinghuan tried a few more times, but in the end she could only look at Mo Qianli with some pity.

It doesn't matter if you don't know the truth, if you know that you are actually dead in the outside world, then your spirit will be greatly shocked, and it is hard to say what will happen next.

He looked back at Haoyuan City, where there were so many people walking around, and wondered if there were Yinyang Markets that entered from the outside like him, and how many people were like Mo Qianli.

It exists between yin and yang, and the end is on the other side of life and death, and it is with the past and the present.

Liu Qinghuan suddenly understood the meaning of these few words, and also understood the warning from the stone sculpture outside: Those who enter the Yinyang Market may not be able to distinguish between reality and illusion, and get lost in the gap of time.

Even if it was illusory, he should be satisfied to be able to return to Yunmengze, see his young friend again, and make up for the regret of missing the last time back then.

Liu Qinghuan sighed, patted Mo Qianli on the shoulder and said, "Go, go back to the city, if you don't get drunk today, you won't return!"

"Hey, you haven't made it clear yet!" Mo Qianli protested: "What Yin Yang Ruo Tian, ​​what did you mean by what you said before, and what's going on with your cultivation... Hey, you won't have advanced to Yuan Babies!"

Low-level monks can't see through the cultivation of high-level monks, and Liu Qinghuan can't say that he is now an empty-rank monk in the Yang Realm, so he can only hesitate.

"Just kidding, you're serious! As for my cultivation——if Nascent Soul is so easy to break through, I'm still here? It's just that I had an epiphany two days ago, and I improved a little, so I want to scare you .Let's go, go drink, I will go back to the sect after drinking..."

The two walked side by side to Haoyuan City, and Mo Qianli's persistent questioning sound came from the way.

It is rare to meet again in life, and temporarily put aside all kinds of thoughts and worries and get drunk, so that today's joy will remain in memory forever.

A few days later, Liu Qinghuan appeared alone in the Wenshi Mountains in Donghua Prefecture, took out his identity token, and waved it towards the sky.

However, the light hole that should have appeared did not appear, only a few faint ripples that seemed to be disturbed flashed by.

Liu Qinghuan was taken aback, and looked at the token in his hand: "Could it be that they modified the mountain protection array?"

"Who are you, why are you lingering in front of my sent mountain gate?"

Turning his head to look, it was a young foundation-building monk, wearing a Taoist robe with the logo of the sect, but the style was something he had never seen before.

Liu Qinghuan was a little surprised, even if he was a new young disciple, he should have seen his portrait if he had never seen him in person, but now this disciple not only showed no respect, but also looked at him completely strangely.

"you do not know me?"

The young disciple stopped and looked at him strangely: "Who are you, everyone should know you? Wait!"

He glanced at the identity token in his hand, and immediately took two steps forward vigilantly: "What are you holding in your hand, why is there a logo sent by me!"

Liu Qinghuan finally realized that some things seemed to be different from what he expected, so he quietly covered the token with his sleeve, and said tentatively: "Excuse me, my friend, is this Wenshi faction?"

"Yes!" The young disciple showed an undisguised defense: "Who are you, and what are you doing in our sect?"

Liu Qinghuan pretended not to see that he took out a message talisman with his hand hidden behind his back, and said, "My name is Aoki, I'm here to find... I'm here to find Senior Brother Kong Wu, I wonder if Senior Brother is in the sect now?"

"Kong Wu?" The young disciple tilted his head in doubt, and said, "Who is Kong Wu? I know all the members of our Wenshi Sect. There is no brother with this Taoist name."

"What!" Liu Qinghuan was startled: "How can you little disciple... Wait, what year is it now, who is the current head of the sect, and who are the cultivators who transform the spirit?"

"What are you talking about, isn't it just finished retreat and was born?"

The young disciple looked at him in the same way as when Mo Qianli looked at him at that time, but his defensive expression was a little bit less, and he said patiently: "It is now [-] years since the beginning of the mainland's calendar, and the current head of our Wenshi Sect The door is of course Uncle Xumei, and the ancestor of Huashen is the real Wenshi who is known to everyone in Yunmengze!"

(End of this chapter)