Qingyunxian

Chapter 168: Respect for Thoughts

Gongyang Huan seized the initiative with this move. Liu Xun originally wanted to use poetry and prose to pass this test, but since he was not making progress as a scholar, it was useless for him to recite poetry and prose.

The red spider lily appeared as expected, wrapped around Gong Yanghuan and flew across the river.

Every time someone uses a way to express your true feelings, there will be one less way. If you keep waiting, you will end up helpless.

Everyone seemed to get the idea in an instant and immediately used their own methods.

If you are slow, you will get nothing. Some people here use the same method, so it depends on who is faster.

Liu Xun didn't look at how others did it. When he was stuck in writing poetry, he already had a solution.

Su Huan was about to say something when Liu Xun suddenly grabbed her hand and the two looked at each other.

Su Huan, who was always bold and outspoken, blushed.

"Cao Lang, you."

Liu Xun stretched out his finger and pressed it against Su Huan's red lips, with the corner of his mouth raised: "Sister Huan, do you want to go forward?"

Su Huan couldn't help but blush. You put your finger on my mouth, how should I answer?

She could only nod.

Liu Xun looked at Su Huan affectionately and said, "Then I'll borrow something from Sister Huan."

"What?" Before Su Huan could react, Liu Xun scraped her lips hard with his fingers, wiping off a little lip balm.

The most beautiful thing is the bright red on a woman's lips.

Liu Xun tore off the robe in his left hand, spread it flat with the inner lining of the sleeve, and began to paint on the sleeve with the finger stained with lipstick.

Su Huan was slightly stunned, completely attracted by Liu Xun's actions.

Liu Xun's focused look made Su Huan unwilling to look away.

That little bit of lipstick was naturally not enough for painting. Liu Xun pinched the tip of his finger, and the skin broke instantly, oozing blood.

Su Huan screamed in shock and wanted to step forward with heartache, but Liu Xun stopped him.

The painting continues.

A woman who looked 80% like Su Huan appeared on the sleeves of her robe.

Liu Xun's painting skills were not very good, but there was a certain charm in his paintings. The girl in the painting was lowering her head to smell the green plums with a shy look on her face, as if all of Su Huan's girlish demeanor at that time was captured in the painting.

This painting of a beautiful woman in vermilion color is all red, but under Liu Xun's outline, one can see the green color of the "green plum" and the shyness of the beauty.

When Su Huan saw the woman in the painting, although she could only tell that she was 80% like herself, the meaning of the painting made her face turn even redder.

The lip rouge of a beauty and the blood of a man's fingertips, together they paint a picture that is worth more than a thousand words.

For the last stroke, Liu Xun raised his hand and touched the lips of the woman in the painting, just as he had touched Su Huan’s red lips at the beginning.

Still not satisfied, Liu Xun studied it for a moment and wrote a piece of cloud seal on the blank space of his robe sleeve.

"After playing on the swing, I stand up and lazily straighten my slender hands. The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and my thin clothes are soaked with sweat.

Seeing the guest coming in, she took off her socks and her gold hairpins and ran away. She walked away shyly, leaning against the door and looking back, but she sniffed the green plums.

There is no poetry or lyrics in the wilderness, so the rhythm of this poem seems a bit strange to Su Huan.

When he finished writing the last word, before Liu Xun had time to hand the piece of cloth from his sleeve to Su Huan, countless red spider lilies appeared around him.

The heritage acknowledged Liu Xun’s “sincerity and deep feelings”.

Surrounded by red spider lilies, Liu Xun placed the beauty painting in Su Huan's hands. The woman lowered her head, the shyness on her face faded away, and she became bolder. She stood on tiptoe, pecked Liu Xun on the face, and said generously: "Cao Lang, I like this painting very much, hehe."

Su Huan took the painting of the beauty into his arms and put it away carefully, as if he wanted to keep this affection in his heart.

"Let's go." Liu Xun looked down at Su Huan's face, took up her slender hand, and stepped on the flying invisible flowers.

This poem was not recognized by the great wilderness and therefore failed to attract any talent.

However, the inheritance of the goddess focuses on the love between men and women, not talent. Even if the love is superficial, it can be passed.

But this rule is not very obvious and is far less direct than the five stages of choosing a son-in-law.

Lifted by the red spider lilies, he flew across the turbid yellow river. The scenery above was different from what he saw on the shore. Liu Xun saw that the red spider lilies under his feet turned into a long bridge, which did not connect the two banks. It only continued to extend forward and disappeared behind, without revealing the shape of a complete long bridge.

Seeing Liu Xun staring at the Higanbana Bridge for a long time, Su Huan couldn't help but ask, "Cao Lang, is there anything wrong with this flower?"

Liu Xun shook his head: "No, I just thought that no matter whether I can get the inheritance or not, having you is enough for me."

Hearing this, Su Huan buried her head in Liu Xun's arms and nodded her head like a little animal. Her face was full of sweetness.

Seeing Su Huan like this, Liu Xun sighed in his heart and turned to look at the place where the red spider lily took them.

At the end of the turbid yellow river is the tree that supports the sky. From the outside, there is nothing unusual about it, but as he gets closer to it, Liu Xun discovers its true nature.

This is actually a Taoist treasure!
"Could it be that it is the transformation of the soul?" Liu Xun's eyes flickered slightly. The aura emitted by the wishing tree did not seem like a Taoist treasure forged after birth, but rather like a condensed soul.

The one who is most sensitive to this kind of aura is the Huang Jing in Liu Xunhun Court.

The Taoist treasures are spiritual, and the Taoist rhyme is self-generated, and they can sense each other.

If Liu Xun took out the Wilderness Sutra at this time, I'm afraid there would be a tangle of auras between the two.

However, Liu Xun would not do this. On the contrary, with the cover of the Soul Court and the Wuchao Soul, the Wishing Tree would not trigger the Desolate Sutra.

Liu Xun activated his soul energy and stuck to the wall of his soul court, preventing any trace of the Desolate Sutra's aura from leaking out. His expression also became more cautious.

Something that can cause the Desolate Sutra to react across the Soul Court is probably not an ordinary Taoist treasure.

Could it be the Eight-turn Dao Treasure transformed from the soul of the Five Miao Goddess?
Apart from Dao Zun's Nine Revolutions Dao Treasure, only the Eight Revolutions Dao Treasure could have such an effect!
Liu Xun only thought for a moment and then ignored the wishing tree.

He saw countless balls of light hanging from the wishing tree.

In an instant, Liu Xun understood what was wrapped in those light balls.

Inside is the lifelong inheritance left by the Five Miao Goddesses!
As long as you get close and touch it, you can obtain something of the inheritance.

Maybe it's a martial art, maybe it's a cloud treasure, or maybe it's some precious medicine or cloud plant. I think the collection of the Eighth-turn Cloud Immortal wouldn't be too bad.

With Liu Xun's temperament, he couldn't help but get excited.

In his previous life, he was stopped at the third stage of choosing a son-in-law and was almost imprisoned by the Wu Miao for a lifetime. Moreover, the inheritance of the goddess had already been born during Guo Qingxue's selection of a son-in-law, and he had no access to it at all.

Now that the inheritance of an Eighth-Turn Cloud Immortal was placed before him, how could Liu Xun not be happy?

In his previous life, a path passed down from the underworld allowed Liu Xun to ascend to immortality, but due to the dangers and obstacles on the way back, he was stuck in Baiyun Immortal for hundreds of years.

If one could obtain this eighth-turn inheritance, the path to becoming a seventh-turn Dark Cloud Immortal would be paved.

Liu Xun immediately calmed down. How should he compete with others for this inheritance?

His cultivation had been stagnant because of a series of events that happened after his rebirth, and he was at the bottom among the five Miao new sons-in-law.

Even with the Mandarin Duck Fire protecting me, it would probably be difficult.

Liu Xun placed his hand on Jian Yuan in his arms, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

Maybe we’ll have to sacrifice this disaster beast!

However, this place is the inheritance of the goddess, and mass killing may bring disaster.

You must know that no matter whether it is good or evil, the thoughts of the predecessor will be left in the Yunxian inheritance.

The body dies, but the thoughts live on forever.

Those thoughts are full of obsession, continuing the thoughts about inheritance from the predecessor, and cannot be easily dealt with.

The power of an eighth-turn cloud fairy’s thoughts in the inheritance land is likely to be suppressed even by the cloud fairies, otherwise the cloud fairies outside would not be prevented from entering.

If he wanted to use Jian Yuan to kill the rest of the people, the Five Miao Goddesses would definitely suppress him.

"I wonder which deity the Five Miao Goddesses left behind." Liu Xun began to think about it. He needed to be wary of the obsession of Yunxian that had not yet appeared.

The immortal in the sky killed and subdued five of them. Each one was a turn. There were infinite mysteries in it. When the five were combined, they could ascend to immortality in one step. If they succeeded, they would live; if they failed, they would die.

When one reaches the sixth level of White Cloud Immortal, the five deities have become one, and all thoughts are called Zunzhi Thoughts.

Being revered as a deity, the thoughts interwoven within it are the thoughts of reverence.

(End of this chapter)