Tao and Heaven

Chapter 227: Seeing the Old Friend's Name Again

Inside the thatched hut, three beings that were powerful enough to move mountains and fill the sea, and overturn the earth with a single move, looked at each other, and there was silence for a moment.

Wukong glanced at the demon pill at his feet, and he twitched his fingers slightly, resisting the urge to pick it up. This subtle movement made the fox fairy come back to his senses, and he quickly rushed out and took it back into his mouth.

Her eyes were full of suspicion, and her voice was filled with uncontrollable disbelief: "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"How old is he? Less than nine hundred years, right? How could he become a saint? To become an immortal is just a breath of a saint. Could it be that the Emperor of Heaven is so amazing that he can create a saint in one breath?"

That's the right reaction.

Wukong was very satisfied and asked with a smile:
"Why isn't it his own talent? Was there someone who became an immortal eight hundred years before Qingcang?"

He was surprised for a long time before coming, and it took him several days to gradually accept the fact that Gu Wen had become a saint, so he came a few days late.

The fox fairy suddenly fell silent and was speechless for a long time.

That's what she said to Qing Cang back then, and then she watched him go from a human prodigy whom she admired to an immortal in just a few hundred years. Then he fought his way into Jianmu and pulled the high-ranking demon ancestor off the altar.

Wukong continued to ask: "Before Gu Wen, there was no one who had perfected the Ninety-Nine Dao Foundation at the age of forty, and naturally there was no one who had become a saint in eight hundred years."

“Why don’t we feel the movement of his sanctification?”

The fox fairy's tone became a little more uncertain, but she still insisted.

"If becoming a saint can let you know, can it still be called becoming a saint? Little fox, you might not have been born when I became an immortal."

Wukong refuted as a matter of course, and the pride with which he raised his head slightly made the fox fairy grimace.

In fact, he didn't know what was going on. When the Heaven and the Underworld still existed, there were records of the two saints becoming lesser saints. The Emperor of Heaven floated up into the sky with a breath of pure air, leaving only pure air in the sky. The Lord of the Underworld had a great wish, and hundreds of millions of dead people returned to the Underworld.

Wukong was standing at the door and didn't hear anything, but he saw Gu Wen push the door open and walk out.

But the person was standing right in front of him alive, and this was the most difficult thing for Wukong to understand.

"What about others?"

Qingcang's red lips moved slightly, and his voice became more emotional.

"I have already left Liangjie City and should have just arrived in Taiyi City not long ago."

Before Wukong finished speaking, just as he said the word "city", an incomparable wave of divine consciousness came like a tsunami and rushed out of the Sanqing Taoist sect.

The clouds in the sky were pushed back a hundred miles, and the sky became clear. Hundreds of thousands of Three Pure Ones disciples looked up, not knowing what had happened.

Qing Cang frowned as he released and retracted his divine consciousness. His eyes turned colder as he asked, "Why didn't I find it?"

Wukong replied as if he had expected it: "You haven't become a Lesser Saint yet, how can you spy on a Lesser Saint? Besides, Taiyi City is three million miles away from here."

The universe is so vast that a mountain can be placed within it like a grain of sand. A powerful person moving mountains and filling the sea is just like an ant moving a grain of sand. Even an immortal cannot see the end.

"You can ask someone to verify it. I remember he boarded the ship and left using the Feihong Order."

Before he could finish his words, a breeze came back and a handsome Taoist priest with sleepy eyes and loose and tattered robe was lying on the ground.

Wukong could see that Fellow Daoist Qingcang was very anxious.

Yun Miao Tianzun blinked and looked at the three people present in a daze. He said awkwardly, "Master, I was actually working. I just closed my eyes for a while."

The Three Pure Ones rotate every fifty years, and now it is the Taiqing Tianzun who holds the power. But unlike Huayang, Yunmiao is not so concerned about power. If the former is not old-fashioned and unwilling to break the rules rather than power, he would like to give full power to the other party.

Qing Cang said: "Go and investigate whether anyone used the Feihong Order a few days ago."

"What it is?"

"Go check."

"As ordered!"

Yun Miao jumped up with a somersault, then turned into a stream of light and flew out. Not long after, ecstatic shouts were heard from outside.

“Grandmaster! Gu Wen is out! He’s out! Hahahahahahahaha, this is a blessing for our Dao Sect and for the human race!”

He hurried in, his face full of smiles, and described with his hands and feet dancing: "It turns out that the Feihong Order was a strange token issued by the goddess when she borrowed the power of the Yuqing lineage and summoned all the major shipping sects. I was wondering why she bought so many residences in various places, it turned out that they were prepared for Gu Wen."

"How can you be so impetuous and behave like a Heavenly Lord?" Qing Cang scolded him, and then asked, "So it's Gu Wen?"

Yun Miao replied, "It should be. According to the description given by the Yiwei Sect steward, he is a handsome man. They will send the portrait by express shuttle later. It will probably take a day."

Before he finished speaking, a scroll of portrait had already fallen into Qingcang's hands, and Yun Miao's voice stopped abruptly.

While admiring the master's skills, one could also see that he was very anxious.

The scroll was slowly unfolded, and a Taoist in green came into view.

A faint smile unconsciously appeared on Qingcang's lips, and there was a soft light in his eyes.

"When will he arrive at the Sanqing Dao Sect?"

"He got off the boat midway to go to Taiyi City to watch the Tianxuan Conference."

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Qing Cang was silent for a while, and said somewhat dejectedly: "It's not bad to watch the Tianxuan Conference in Taiyi City. After all, he has been in the Immortal Realm since he was a child, and he has not experienced the things of ordinary cultivators."

"Look more, it's better to look more."
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Taiyi City.

A middle-aged woman pushed Gu Wen aside and a quarrel broke out soon after they entered.

"What are you doing, parent?"

"No more practice. Our Dachui will not practice this crappy Qigong technique anymore."

"Mom, I want to practice Qi, I want to be a monk!"

"What the hell, your father has been practicing for more than ten years and he is still a mess. He hasn't even reached the first level of Qi training! You might as well learn arithmetic. It can be a way to make a living in the future."

"Wuwuwuwu no, no, I need to practice my Qi."

The scene was so chaotic that Gu Wen gave up his plan to go in and watch.

In reality, it is not as beautiful as one imagines. Most people practice cultivation just to have a better life, which is understandable. His master does not want everyone to become immortal, at least he gives people a chance to choose.

Even if the chance is very slim.

At this time, Xie Yunan had already caught up, and seeing this scene, she said, "Back then, my father also drove me back like this, saying that practicing Qi was useless and that it would be better to learn the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting and find a good family to marry into."

"The treasure is introverted. The higher the talent, the easier it is to hide one's light and bide one's time, thus not being discovered."

Gu Wen's casual remark immediately made Xie Yunnan feel as if facing a formidable enemy, and her expression became a little more unnatural.

Even her master couldn't see through her physique. If the Immortal Sword hadn't come to find her, Xie Yunan would have most likely remained a mortal for the rest of her life. And this senior from the Sanqing Dao Sect could actually see through it? !
Xie Yunnan looked at the ordinary Taoist in front of him, as if he could see in him the Three Pure Ones Taoist sect that now rules the world.

He is neither Huayang Tianzun nor Yunmiao Tianzun. An unknown person is stronger than Jian Zun, the head of his own sect.

Gu Wen noticed that something was wrong with her expression, so he stopped talking about this topic and asked, "Are you going to the inn next?"

"Taiyi City has the real estate of Zhejian Mountain. Daoist friend, do you want to go to the office of Sanqing Dao Sect, or come with us?"

"I have a small courtyard here, which should be in the inner city, quite close to the Tianxuan Conference venue."

The young disciple of the Sword Sect opened his eyes wide and said, "Brother, do you have a small courtyard in the inner city? That place is very expensive. One high-grade spirit stone only costs one foot. This small courtyard will cost at least one thousand high-grade spirit stones!"

He didn't understand the inexplicable conversation between the senior sister and Gu Wen, but as a local he was well aware of the housing prices in the city.

When Gu Wen heard that it was worth one thousand top-grade spirit stones, he was not surprised at all. He had never had any idea about spirit stones.

But when he heard others praising him, he still smiled and said, "An old friend left it to me."
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Afterwards, Gu Wen followed the disciples of Zhejian Mountain to the inner city.

Due to the recent attack, the inspection at the gate of the inner city was very strict, requiring inspection of bone structure, magic power, and even soul. This undoubtedly caused dissatisfaction among many people, and quarrels broke out one after another.

For cultivators, testing their souls is no different from stripping naked. Not all of those who come to participate are amateurs, there are also many cultivators from prominent sects.

For example, the Sanqing Taoist Sect, Zhejian Mountain, Liuyun Sect, Xumi Mountain, etc. In front of these sects, Taiyi City dares not even fart.

Therefore, after a compromise, some sect monks were able to enter on their own. Gu Wen took advantage of the wind from Zhejian Mountain and entered the inner city unimpeded.

What meets the eye is a vast and prosperous scene, with endless feet of red silk. A spiritual vein is buried deep underground, and the concentration of spiritual energy is several times higher than that of the outside world.

It is magnificent and has a fairy-like feel.

Gu Wen originally wanted to take a walk around, but after a quick scan with his divine sense, he found that the novel things were not as abundant as those in the outer city. Most of them were offices set up by wealthy families and immortal sects, and the few houses were also occupied by some so-called immortal cultivation families.

The cultivation levels of the crowd began to change qualitatively. Mortals became rare, and the average cultivation level was at the foundation-building stage, with a few Jindan cultivators seen from time to time.

Following the avenue all the way to the towering City Lord's Mansion, there is a golden list embedded in the city wall. Like the three lists of the Immortal Realm, this is the list of the Tianxuan Conference.

Xie Yunnan was explaining the knowledge to many Sword Sect disciples at the side. These young people all looked eager and excited, and they all wanted to leave their names on it.

Suddenly someone asked, "What was Sword Master's ranking when he was young?"

Xie Yunan joked: "Why do you also want to be the Sword Master?"

Then she stepped forward and asked the monks from Taiyi City to bring the previous lists. Soon a piece of jade was brought in, and a light screen was projected next to the existing list.

"This is a list from a thousand years ago. Nowadays, most of the people on it have become powerful and fearsome people, including our Sword Master of Zhejian Mountain."

Xie Yunnan projected the name as he spoke.

Immediately, a disciple of the Sword Sect exclaimed, "Sword Master ranks first!"

The first three words that caught the eye were [Xiao Yunyi], followed by [Sanqing Daozi Xi], and then Jun Yan, Chiyuzi, Lan Yongning, Lu Chan, Murong Xue, He Huan, He Qing and so on.

The names of many old friends appeared, including those he defeated, those he killed, and his many good friends.

Just putting their names together will make a sky full of stars.

Xie Yunan introduced it proudly, "Three thousand years ago was called the Golden Age, during which the Immortal Qingcang and three Celestial Lords appeared. And a thousand years ago was also called the Great Golden Age. The top ten on this list are all Celestial Lords now."

"There are more than a dozen Heavenly Lords in an era, and our Sword Lord is at the top of the list in this golden age!"

The Sword Sect disciples were in an uproar, and then they all became excited, wanting to have a place on the list.

Gu Wen continued reading. The list was different from the three lists of immortals. There were only a hundred people on the human and earth lists, and only ten people on the heaven list. The entire list had a total of five hundred people.

It may have something to do with the number of participants.

When he saw the bottom, Gu Wen’s eyes froze.

[No. 500, Yu Hua]

Thoughts come to my mind, and the voice of the old friend is still in my ears.

"I am not a genius. The reason why I am called a goddess is entirely because of my master's foundation. On the contrary, I am quite mediocre. No matter how hard I try, I can only serve as a background for those geniuses."

"Is this an old friend of yours?"

The same soft voice, but a completely different tone, brought Gu Wen back to his senses. He nodded and asked, "What is the level of 500th place?"

Xie Yunan thought for a moment and said tactfully: "The requirement for participating in the Tianxuan Conference is that you must be at the Nascent Soul stage or below. There is no age limit. There are often tens of thousands of people. Anyone who can make the list can be called a genius."

"That's good."

Gu Wen smiled slightly. It was the first time Xie Yunnan saw him smile so gently. She thought that this person named "Yu Hua" should be very close to him.

"Ah? No age limit?"

The young man who had just taken Gu Wen to the training hall had a gloomy face and cried, "If an old fellow who has practiced for hundreds of years comes, how can I compare with him?"

"There are age-divided group matches." Xie Yunan looked at the list with a little more enthusiasm in his eyes, and said, "Also, Master said that age is the measure of a person's talent. The time you missed after winning is your talent."

"Then is the Sword Master Huang Jin Da Shi the number one? Is he a peerless genius?"

This made Xie Yunnan stunned for a moment, because she had asked her master the same question back then.

On top of the Sword Mountain, the man as cold as a sword shook his head slightly but did not give an answer.

It was just the first time that Xie Yunnan saw his master looking so lonely.

Soon, her memories were interrupted by the noise of her fellow junior students.

"Xiao Fan, you idiot, of course it is."

"Okay! I want to be first too."

At this time, Gu Wen had already turned around and left. The Sword Sect boy shouted, "Brother Dao, aren't you going to join?"

"I am going to participate in the Tianxuan Conference a thousand years ago."

Gu Wen left without looking back. The young man was confused and muttered quietly, "What a strange Taoist brother, is he trying to take my first place?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people around burst into laughter.
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In the outer city of Taiyi City, there is a restaurant run by the Qianfeng Sect.

In the private room number 3, the candlelight stretched out two figures, and the table was filled with delicious food and wine, but no one had taken a bite.

The silence lasted for a long time, and the candlelight flickered and illuminated the figure on the right. The head was large and long, with protrusions on both sides of the nose bone. The surface was light blue, and the face looked like a ghost.

A mandrill, a mandrill of the demon saint level.

"We need you to cause a riot at the Tianxuan Conference to lure out Wen Zun, giving us a chance to kill him."

The person sitting opposite him immediately refused and said, "I only promised to help you sneak into Taiyi City. I will not take care of anything else."

"You humans have a saying: be a good person to the end, and send the Buddha to the west. Besides, do you have the qualifications to refuse now?"

The mandrill laughed and pushed the candle towards the other person, letting the flame illuminate his face. His high nose bridge, narrow eyebrows, and a pair of purple pupils looked very strange.

"Ziji Demon Lord, you dared to surround and kill the Three Pure Ones back then, but now you don't dare to kill a Heavenly Lord?"

"Hindering Dao Zong is for the sake of survival, not to help the evil."

Demon Lord Zi Ji shook his head. He was still a human being after all and didn't want to be labeled as a demon.

What's more, he has already made all the preparations. He only needs to take over the body of a genius and use the shell to practice his method again so that he can practice openly.

"Why can't the human race return to Jianmu?"

"how you said that?"

Under the confused eyes of Demon Lord Zi Ji, the mandrill took out a green leaf, which contained a hint of saintly aura.

With just a slight perception, one can see a towering tree rising from the ground, and wisps of enlightenment emerge.

Qingcang is about to die, and when the human race returns, there should be an ancestor of mankind.

The mandrill's voice gradually slowed down, and he said in a bewitching tone: "It is just Qingcang's wishful thinking that humans and demons cannot coexist. The Holy Lord never said from the beginning to the end that he wanted to exterminate all humans."

The Purple Demon Lord was speechless, but not expressing his opinion and his previous refusal was already a change. His greed and desire to become an immortal drove him crazy.

"The Chi Tianzun who claimed to have conquered the world for 8,000 miles has fallen into a disaster. The three immortals of Dao Sect are guarding the border, and the other Tianzuns are busy suppressing unrest in various places. If you take a step forward, the road will be clear. If you take a step back, the human race will not accept you."

"Don't you want to sit on the throne of the ancestor of mankind? Even if you don't get it, as long as you have the merit of surrendering, you will definitely be able to get a good place of blessing."

"We Jianmu absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The spiritual energy is so dense that it can produce rain. Even the air is sweet."

A hoarse voice with a hint of roaring poured into the ears, which was not only charming but also better than any magic spell.

Demon Lord Zi Ji hesitated for only a moment, and after weighing the pros and cons, he resolutely decided to preserve the human race's fire.

Now that Qingcang is half disabled, the demon clan has restored its twelve demon ancestors.

One against twelve, the advantage is on my side!

At the same time, among the countless shadows in the human territory, many powerful people who were labeled as evil cultivators received a green leaf sent by the demon clan.

Everyone shouted and welcomed the Holy Lord. The advantage is mine.

(End of this chapter)