Chapter 1009 The Wind Rises

Changqing Qingdao.

Under the towering ancient banyan tree on the island, Taoist Mu sat quietly at the stone table, with the black pieces in his hand flashing like stars.

His eyes were fixed on the chessboard, as if he was thinking about the mysteries between heaven and earth.

Opposite, Nangong Xian'er sat gracefully, her eyes also followed the changes in the chess game, not daring to slack off.

"... It is said that the soul of Taoist Qipo collapsed, and the Fire Wing Fairy and the Four Killing Gods all fell into Yuan Ming's hands. Then, he killed Zhong Tuhu, and then..." Next to him, a monk in a black robe whispered, reporting the information sent back from the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range.

At this moment, Taoist Mu's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, he raised his hand and lightly dropped a piece, the chess piece touched the chessboard, and a crisp "click" sound was made, like a jade bead falling on the plate, crisp and pleasant.

Nangong Xian'er stared at the chessboard, her willow-like eyebrows slightly frowned, as if thinking about how to deal with this wonderful move.

"Senior, you are a great chess player. This guy has a profound plan. Xian'er is really hard to resist." After a long time, Nangong Xian'er sighed, shook her head, and gently threw the chess piece in her hand back into the chess basket.

Mu Daoren smiled slightly, turned his eyes to the disciple standing beside him, and said slowly: "The Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance is newly established, and Changqing Qingdao should also show some appreciation. Let's prepare a generous gift and send it."

"Senior, do you need Xian'er to lead the team to the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance?" Nangong Xian'er heard this, her beautiful eyes moved, and she opened her red lips and said.

Mu Daoren shook his head, his eyes were deep, as if he could penetrate the void: "No need, since Yuan Ming has shown his edge, let him handle the matter of the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range. We just need to wait and see."

"Senior Mu hasn't valued someone so much for many years." Nangong Xian'er's bright eyes moved, and she said in her heart.

...

Inside Taixuan Gate, in a small pavilion built against the mountain, several cultivators sat around in a low voice, as if talking about something.

"Everyone, have you ever heard about the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range?" One of them sighed.

"Oh? Are you talking about the actions of the Lord of Baidi City in Beihan City? He defeated the powerful people such as the Seven Souls Taoist with his own strength. His strength is really amazing." Another person said.

"That's right. There are even rumors in the outside world that he is the first person under the Mahayana. I think it is not groundless." Another person echoed.

"Humph, the first person under the Mahayana? Isn't it too exaggerated? In my opinion, no matter how powerful he is, he may not be as good as the young master or the eldest brother." A thin-faced cultivator didn't care and curled his lips.

"The eldest brother may still have a chance, but the young master..." Another person shook his head and said no more.

At this time, a sound of footsteps came, and everyone looked up and saw that Young Master Queyue was walking slowly towards this side with several attendants.

The discussion among the crowd suddenly stagnated, and they all fell silent.

Young Master Queyue looked stern, as if he had not heard those discussions. He just glanced at everyone lightly and continued to move forward.

However, his hearing was very good, and he had already heard those words in his ears, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart.

After returning to his residence, Young Master Queyue waved his hand to dismiss his men, sat alone at the table, took out a book and read it.

The more he read, the more upset he felt. Finally, he couldn't help but smash the book on the table, smashing it to pieces along with the objects on the table.

"Waste!" He cursed angrily, his face was so gloomy that it seemed that water could drip out.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

Young Master Queyue was stunned, then regained his composure and asked in a deep voice: "Who?"

"It's me."

A familiar voice came, and Young Master Queyue was stunned when he heard it, then got up and opened the door.

I saw a man in a green gown standing at the door. He had a clear face, long hair tied up high, three strands of long beard, flowing clothes, and a calm look.

"Brother, why are you here?" Although Master Queyue was a little uneasy, he still pretended to be calm.

The man in green did not answer his question, but asked directly: "Queyue, is Zhong Tuhu your man?"

Master Queyue's heart tightened, knowing that this matter could no longer be concealed, so he had to bite the bullet and admit: "Yes, he is my man."

The man in green frowned and said seriously: "Queyue, although you were arrogant in the past, you didn't do anything out of line. My master and I are willing to protect you. But if you dare to collude with the remnants of the Three Realms Sect, not to mention me, even my master will not forgive you!"

"Brother, you are joking. How could I collude with those remnants? You must have misunderstood." Master Queyue laughed quickly.

The man in green looked at him deeply, said nothing more, just nodded, and turned away.

Just after he left, Master Queyue's expression darkened again.

He pounded the table in front of him, with a look of anger and fear in his eyes.

"What a waste!" He cursed in a low voice, but his heart was full of fear and resentment towards the man in green.

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Half a year later, Baidi City.

Yuan Ming walked out of Shura Palace slowly with a faint smile on his face.

After half a year of retreat and meditation, he had initially understood the true meaning of the Fire Emperor, which can be said to be a remarkable achievement.

Although he still wanted to continue to practice hard, just counting the days, the day of the opening ceremony was approaching, and Wang Fulong had sent messages to urge him many times, so he had to stop practicing and come out of retreat to participate in this grand ceremony.

In the City Lord's Mansion, Yuan Ming found Wang Fulong.

As soon as he saw Yuan Ming, Wang Fulong's eyes immediately showed a look of relief, as if he had found his backbone.

"My Lord, you are finally out of retreat!"

Wang Fulong let out a long breath, with a bit of excitement in his voice: "The teams from the major sects who came to participate in the ceremony have basically settled in Baidi City. This is the list, please take a look."

As he said, he respectfully handed over a jade slip.

Yuan Ming took the jade slip, glanced at it lightly, and asked at the same time: "Who is the leader of the Tianpeng Chamber of Commerce?"

In the past six months, although Xiying did not take the initiative to contact him, she said last time that she would go back to Baidi City, and maybe she would take this opportunity to bring people from the Tianpeng Chamber of Commerce here.

Wang Fulong understood Yuan Ming's concern and shook his head and said: "The leader is Xu Na, the fifth elder of the Tianpeng Chamber of Commerce, and Lord Xiying is not on the list of visitors reported."

Yuan Ming frowned slightly when he heard this, and a trace of uneasiness surged in his heart.

He wondered whether he should take the initiative to contact Xiying and ask about her situation.

At this moment, Wang Fulong's voice sounded again, interrupting his thoughts: "Sir, there is something I have to report to you. The leader of the Taixuan Sect this time is Qingping Swordsman. When he arrived, he specifically asked to see you. What do you think..."

"Oh? Where is he now?" Yuan Ming came back to his senses and asked.

"He is living in the Tianjian District." Wang Fulong answered immediately.

"Did he say why he wanted to see me?" Yuan Ming thought for a moment and asked again.

"No, I told him that after you were in seclusion, he didn't force it anymore, and he didn't leave the house after he settled down." Wang Fulong shook his head.

Yuan Ming lowered his head and pondered, thinking about the purpose of Qingping Swordsman's visit.

After learning that Master Queyue was hostile to him, he deliberately collected a lot of information about Taixuan Sect.

Among them, in addition to the Taixuan Sect leader in the Mahayana period, the one who caught his attention the most was this Qingping Swordsman.

It is said that Qingping Swordsman is a sword genius. As the saying goes, "the wind rises from the end of the green duckweed", this person is also born in a humble family. When he first entered Taixuan Sect, he was just an outer disciple, and the main technique he practiced was just the entry-level sword technique of Taixuan Sect.

It was with this ordinary sword technique that he helped him to overcome all difficulties and achieve the Dharma from Qi Refining to Dharma Image. He never changed his main technique, and even comprehended and innovated on his own, and deduced this sword technique to a superb realm.

Later, the leader of Taixuan Sect accepted him as a direct disciple, and since then, this sword technique passed down in Taixuan Sect was named after him and was called "Qingping Sword Technique" by Taixuan Sect disciples.

Whether in terms of status or strength in Taixuan Sect, Qingping Swordsman is above Master Queyue.

There are even rumors that Xi Zhuangyuan, one of the defenders, once fought with him, and the two ended up in a tie, and neither could do anything to the other.

Yuan Ming secretly deduced that the Qingping swordsman's purpose of coming was probably for Zhong Tuhu's matter.

However, judging from his posture, he didn't seem to be here to ask for an explanation.

However, no matter what his purpose was, Yuan Ming was not afraid.

"Since he hasn't come to look for me again, then let's just disappear." Yuan Ming made a decision quickly.

Wang Fulong nodded and said no more.

Yuan Ming glanced at the list again, and saw that the elders from Mingyue Palace and Tiansheng Academy were only in the early stage of Dharma, so he didn't read it any further.

He told Wang Fulong to continue preparing for the ceremony, and then left alone to try to contact Xiying.

To his surprise, Xiying responded as soon as the message was sent.

"Have you finished your retreat?" In the Taixu communication array, Xiying's face gradually became clear, and the softness and determination revealed between her eyebrows made Yuan Ming feel warm.

"The opening ceremony is in these two days, and I've come out of the country to handle the affairs. How about you? Didn't you say last time that you would come back? When exactly?" Yuan Ming asked softly.

Xiying shook her head slightly, with a helpless look on her face: "I originally wanted to take the opportunity of the opening ceremony to come back, but some accidents happened some time ago, which caused the plan to be shelved. Now I can't be sure of the time to go back."

"What accident? Do you need my help?" Yuan Ming frowned slightly when he heard this, and his tone revealed worry.

"You have helped me a lot. Since your heroic deeds in Beihan City spread, my life has been much better. No one bothers me about the matter of the girl of destiny, which allows me to save a lot of energy." Xiying looked at him with a smile in her beautiful eyes.

"You haven't told me what trouble you have encountered." Yuan Ming's mouth was slightly curved, and he was still thinking about her troubles in his heart.

"It's actually nothing serious. It's just that the people of Mingyue Palace found out that I practiced the Dark Moon Art, and wanted to take me back for accountability. Fortunately, Mu Dao Ren came forward to guarantee that I have now officially become a disciple of Mingyue Palace, and I will soon be able to obtain the secret formula of the eighth level of the Dark Moon Art. It can be considered a blessing in disguise." Xiying took a deep breath and slowly explained the whole story.

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