The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

One Hundred and Forty. The Long Road to Immortality

The boat floats between the mountains, and the bottomless green pool reflects the pines and cypresses on both sides.

In the north of Dongsheng Shenzhou, the climate is extremely cold, and only pine and cypress can remain evergreen all year round.

On the top of the mountain, endless floating clouds rolled by, blending the emerald mountaintops into the clouds. Occasionally, the calls of bluebirds and monkeys could be heard from the mountains.

The mountains, one upon another, stand on both sides of the river like a painting. The misty scene of Jiangnan is extremely rare in the north. In the distance are endless mountains. Boatmen wearing bamboo hats are rowing their boats in the rippling river.

Mu Yunning was dressed in white, sitting at the bow, slightly hunched over, hugging her calves.

She just looked at the colorful mountains and green waters around her, looking well-behaved and cute, like an exquisite doll.

Mu Yunning held the letter paper in her hand, and she neatly put the envelope away, treating it as a treasure.

The letter in her hand was spotless and had no creases. The girl read it carefully with a serious look on her face.

She should have flown to Qiu Shui with her flying sword.

But last night, when she read the letter written to her by Jingyan and saw the scenery and strange stories he described along the way, she suddenly changed her mind.

She decided to share some of what she saw and heard with Jingyan.

But what does the Qinglan Sword Sect have? Only the aimless, endless snow, the steep peaks and the hiking trails. The days of snowing all day long have never stopped in her memory.

She didn't know what to tell Jingyan.

Tell her about her insights during the retreat?

To express her longing?

These topics were too stiff, but Mu Yunning was deeply attracted by the great rivers and anecdotes described by Jingyan in his letters. She decided to follow Jingyan's journey from Zhongzhou back to Qiu Shui, revisit the path he had walked, see the difference between the scenery he described and the reality, and tell him about the world from her own eyes.

Mu Yunning felt that she was a very boring person. When she was a child, apart from practicing sword, she seemed to have no interest in anything. Now, apart from practicing sword and reading scriptures, she still had no interest in anything.

She is simple, so simple that it might be boring.

Mu Yunning didn't want Jing Yan to get tired of her.

"This is Sanqing Gorge, a fjord that was opened up by the gods and immortals after a great battle in legend."

The old man rowing the boat opened his mouth slowly and introduced himself.

He knew that there were immortals, and he also knew that the woman in front of him was an immortal.

As an ordinary person who has lived in the villages and towns protected by the Qinglan Sword Sect for generations, he is very grateful for the protection of the immortals.

Whenever there is a major disaster in the village, the immortals from Qinglan Sword Sect will always lend a hand to provide assistance, and they will row boats to send the fledgling younger generations of Qinglan Sword Sect to travel around China. This has almost become an unwritten rule between them.

The old man rowing the boat was explaining incessantly. Every disciple of the Qinglan Sword Sect knew the past of Sanqing Gorge, but Mu Yunning was an exception.

She had been trained as the future successor of the sect since she was young. Whenever she needed to go out, she was always accompanied by the elders, riding on the clouds.

By the time she was able to go out and wander around on her own, she had already cultivated to the point where she was able to fly with a sword. Therefore, Mu Yunning had never heard of the past of Sanqing Gorge like other Qinglan disciples.

Mu Yunning felt that she should say something.

So she said it.

"It's so beautiful."

Mu Yunning spoke slowly, without any false flattery. The scenery before her was indeed magnificent and beautiful, and it was all natural. She just didn't know how to express her emotions.

A small boat floats quietly in the scroll of ink and color painting.

After a long, long time, the old man bent his body, put down the oars in his hands, and looked at the road in the distance.

"Immortal, the boat has arrived."

Mu Yunning blinked, looked at the mountain trail in the distance, and calmly placed a few copper coins on the bow of the boat.

When they first boarded the boat, the old man refused to take any reward from her and said it was his honor to row the boat for the immortal. But Mu Yunning didn't understand. Mortals are human beings, and immortals are also human beings. How can immortals be nobler than mortals?

She was just doing what she thought was right.

"Thank you for your hard work, old man."

Mu Yunning put away her letter, jumped onto the shore, waved goodbye to the old man, and set out on the mountain trail.

The old man looked at the figure of the immortal from afar, and was surprised to find the copper coin on the bow of the ship. A smile appeared on his old face.

......

Mu Yunning walked all the way south.

She was not in a hurry, and did not even use her flying sword. She just recorded everything she saw and heard along the way in her mind. In the middle of the night, she would light a candle, record what she saw and heard, write it into a letter, and keep it devoutly in her arms.

She was afraid that she would not know what to say after seeing Jingyan.

So she wrote down what she wanted to say so as not to forget it. When the day came when she met Jingyan, she could open the envelope like cheating, lean in his warm embrace, and slowly tell him what she had seen and heard.

A smile appeared on Mu Yunning's lips.

Now, it was already the middle of the night, and she leaned back in the carriage, closing her eyes to rest.

This is a caravan.

They traveled between various towns in Dongsheng Shenzhou, selling cotton and silk from the south to the north, and purchasing grain from the north and transporting it to the south.

When Mu Yunning first met them, they were fighting with wild beasts in the mountains. Those beasts were not powerful monsters with great cultivation, but were just ordinary ferocious beasts. Even if they had some cultivation, in Mu Yunning's eyes, they were not worth mentioning.

However, in the caravan, ordinary people accounted for the majority, and only a few guards had cultivation, but they were just at the Qi Refining stage - although there were cultivators in this world, only a very small number of people could practice cultivation. There was a difference between immortals and mortals, and cultivators would not interfere too much in the trivial matters of the world, lest their Taoist hearts be tarnished.

Immortal cultivators have their own way of survival, and the mundane world has its own order. The two do not interfere with each other and are independent of each other.

But Mu Yunning still took action.

She only revealed a trace of her breath, and the ferocious beast was scared away. The guards of the caravan who were prepared to engage in a tough battle saw that the beast retreated because of the woman's appearance, and regarded her as an immortal.

Mu Yunning originally thought it was just a trivial matter and didn't want to create any connection with it, but the caravan said they wanted to go south, to the south of Dongsheng Shenzhou.

Mu Yunning, who had never ridden in a carriage in her life, was moved.

"Immortal, we have arrived at the town."

Someone knocked on the door of the carriage, but there was no response for a long time. After a long time, they carefully opened the door of the carriage, but found that there was no one inside, but a few marrow-cleansing pills were placed on the seat.

"Is this... the immortal's reward?"

Someone asked doubtfully.

Some people's eyes sparkled and they put the pills in their arms.

"An immortal is an immortal. You don't need to worry about his decision. But these are marrow cleansing pills, which are more valuable than the goods we brought on this trip."

"so what?"

"So? So this is the gift left to us by the immortal! Quickly take your share and don't let others find it..."

......

......

Not all people are kind and friendly, but that doesn't mean all people are evil either.

There is not so much black and white in this world. Gray is the main color of this world. This is not only true in the mortal world, but also in the world of immortal cultivation.

Mu Yunning landed on the treetop, taking everything in. He didn't do anything, but had some vague insights in his heart.

She continued walking south.

Along the way, she encountered many new and interesting things that she had never noticed before.

She saw big rivers, big mountains and flowing water, strange mountain ranges, and experienced the local customs and people.

She saw many, many landscapes and met many, many people and stories.

Mu Yunning felt that was enough.

She felt that these were enough for her to talk to Jingyan for three days and three nights. She wanted to share with Jingyan what she had seen and heard along the way.

Or.

She couldn't wait any longer.

She couldn't wait to see Jing Yan, wanted to throw herself into his arms, wanted to smell his scent - Mu Yunning really couldn't wait any longer.

She decided to speed up her journey and use her flying sword to travel the remaining half of the distance.

But at the last moment, she looked at the mountains in front of her from afar.

The name of this mountain is very interesting.

I heard from the locals that it is called Qinglan Mountain.

Sounds familiar...

Mu Yunning immediately became interested and decided to climb the mountain before flying on the sword...

So she set out on the hiking trail to Qinglan Mountain.

Qinglan Mountain is so big that it can’t even be called a mountain; it should be called a mountain range.

Mu Yunning walked and walked, and when she reached the depths of the mountains, she found that it was early spring and peach blossoms were blooming all over the mountains.

And deep in the blooming peach blossoms, there is a small gathering place where some mortals live. They work from sunrise to sunset and rest from sunset to sunrise.

The most crowded and busiest place in the town is a tavern.

Mu Yunning stood outside the tavern, staring blankly at the fluttering flag at the door, and for a moment she recalled her own conscience.

In Wenxin Pass, she lived at the foot of Qinglan Mountain and ran a small tavern, and Jingyan was a frequent customer of the tavern.

Everything is so similar.

There really is such a fate in this world.

Well, I hope this fate can be more complete.

Although it is impossible...

The corners of Mu Yunning's mouth curled up slightly, and a smile flashed in her eyes.

Slowly pushed open the door of the tavern.

One hundred and forty-one. You and I met

Jing Yan looked at the layers of white clouds in the distance, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He turned his head and looked at Tang Jiusheng standing beside him.

"By the way, do we Qiu Shui really have something like this?"

Tang Jiusheng looked very proud. He patted the fairy boat that was floating among the clouds and moving fast, and said with a smile: "It was sponsored by the Shanhai Chamber of Commerce."

This line.

Jing Yan was going north to the Qinglan Sword Sect, and Tang Jiusheng was about to leave Qiu Shui to discuss some important matters with the famous sects in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

They happened to be going the same way, and Tang Jiusheng could give him a ride, so the two of them got together and headed north together.

As for why Tang Jiusheng left Qiu Shui and went visiting the various sects in Dongsheng Shenzhou, Jing Yan guessed that it was probably related to the gods and the demon sect.

Now the God King Hongjun has died under Yun Su's sword, and the God King Hongjun has been the stabilizing force that has prevented the Demon Cult from launching a full-scale attack for many years.

But now, the stabilizing force has been removed, and China is now like a turbulent deep sea, with tides rising and falling and storms looming.

Although Jingyan and Yunsu had never told anyone about the existence of the God King Hongjun, there was only so much spiritual energy between heaven and earth. When a cultivator who had cultivated to the peak of Mahayana practice died, it would definitely cause a great resonance of spiritual energy.

Now, the last line of defense in the war has been broken, and the great war between gods and demons that has swept the continent for nearly ten thousand years is about to begin again.

Tang Jiusheng must make preparations in advance.

The reason why the Demon Cult has not yet launched a war is because they are also on guard against the Gods' tricks and want to fake their own deaths to confuse them.

This battle of wits and courage with the air will not last long. The God Clan is now probably in chaos, and the Demon Cult is by no means a place where they can just eat and wait for death. With nearly ten thousand years of new and old grudges overlapping, they have long been enemies with the God Clan.

After the Demon Cult has discovered the true strength of the God Clan, a war will inevitably occur.

And now, there are not only two major races in the world, the gods and the demons. The human race occupying Zhongzhou and Dongsheng Shenzhou, as well as the demon race entrenched in Xiling Hezhou, will be affected and inevitably involved in this protracted war.

The purpose of Tang Jiu Sheng's trip was to discuss with the other sects in Dongsheng Shenzhou who they should support and what they should do if a war really broke out.