Chapter 1027 Returning the Qin
Under Yuan Ming's instructions, Wu Lu and the other four people were busy preparing for the journey they were about to embark on.
Yuan Ming alone found the imprisoned Three Realms Sect monks and found Huo Yixian.
He closed his eyes and concentrated, activated the mysterious Eye of Samsara, and once again went deep into Huo Yixian's memory.
In the previous interrogation, Yuan Ming had obtained a valuable piece of information about the Questioning Heaven Secret Realm from Huo Yixian's memory.
It was a secret realm shrouded in fog. The first leader of the Three Realms Sect, Gong Shu Lingren, had stepped into it and left his own weapon refining heritage, waiting for the destined person to inherit it.
Gong Shu Lingren, this name is well-known among the weapon refiners in the Izumo Realm. He was the first weapon refiner in the Izumo Realm at that time, and the value of his heritage is naturally immeasurable.
After learning about this, Yuan Ming couldn't help but feel a strong interest in his heart.
However, Huo Yixian's memory did not record the specific location of the inheritance in detail.
The map with the location has always been in the hands of the Three Realms Sect Master. The previous master was the Black Emperor. Now it may have fallen into Su Wu's hands.
The entrance to the Questioning Heaven Secret Realm is extremely secret. Even if the Three Realms Sect has the map, it has never successfully obtained the inheritance.
The most intuitive manifestation is that the Three Realms Sect's leader's token, the Three Realms Immortal Order, has never been revealed to the world.
This order is a magic weapon of the Daobao level, with the magical power to imprison everything.
Legend has it that after the refining was completed, Gongshu Lingren had activated it several times, showing its powerful power.
But then, he hid the Three Realms Immortal Order and his inheritance in the Questioning Heaven Secret Realm.
The Seven Emotions Prohibition of the Seven Souls Taoist was refined based on this treasure.
Yuan Ming went deep into the memories of Huoyixian and others for the second time, trying to dig out more detailed information about the inheritance place.
However, after some efforts, he still got nothing, and he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
At this time, Huazhi and others had completed their preparations.
Yuan Ming had to temporarily put aside his thoughts and led them into the Shura Palace.
The group of people flashed and disappeared from the spot, rushing towards Changqingdao.
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On the shore of the South China Sea, the waves are vast, and above the sea, a towering palace emerges out of thin air, like a mirage.
Yuan Ming led Huazhi and the other four out of the palace, with a sharp gaze, identifying the direction ahead.
Then, he waved his hand lightly, and the Shura Palace disappeared without a trace. Everyone turned to fly in their physical bodies and rushed towards Changqingdao.
The place where the Mahayana Patriarch lived was extraordinary, and Yuan Ming did not dare to act rashly.
He knew that flying in the physical body was not only a respect for the Mahayana Patriarch, but also a reverence for the way of cultivation.
After flying for only a few hundred miles, everyone saw a huge flower basket floating on the sea in front of them, as spectacular as an island.
In the flower basket, there are many flowers and fragrance. The elegant fragrance of flowers and the smell of sea breeze are intertwined, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Among the clusters of flowers, Nangong Xian'er walked out slowly, with a light figure, like a fairy descending to the earth.
"The ancestor expected that the Taoist friend would arrive soon, so he ordered me to wait here." Nangong Xian'er flew to the air and smiled sweetly at Yuan Ming, with a pleasant voice.
"I wonder if the other Taoist friends have arrived?" Yuan Ming bowed his hands to thank him, and then asked.
"The Taoist friend is the first to arrive." Nangong Xian'er shook his head and said softly.
Yuan Ming heard this and nodded slightly, feeling a little surprised.
He followed Nangong Xian'er onto the flower basket and continued to head towards Changqing Road.
Along the way, the two exchanged their cultivation experiences. Nangong Xian'er was enthusiastic but not out of measure, and Yuan Ming answered fluently, and the two spoke more unconsciously.
Huazhi and others were silent, watching their eyes and noses, and they did not dare to slack off in the slightest.
After an unknown amount of time, everyone saw from afar that the sea ahead was shrouded in smoke and clouds. In the haze, a huge banyan tree poked out its canopy, like the blazing sun rising in the clouds, emitting a shocking breath.
As the flower basket entered the smoke and clouds, the spiritual energy around it suddenly became dense, as if it was in a sea of spiritual energy.
Yuan Ming took a deep breath and felt the spiritual energy pouring into his body. With each breath, it seemed to be faster than an hour of cultivation.
Hua Zhi and others behind him were even more shocked. They almost subconsciously sped up the speed of swallowing and exhaling spiritual energy. After just walking a distance, their cultivation had improved significantly.
"This is where the ancestors lived. Over time, the concentration of spiritual energy is naturally extraordinary. You are new here, although it is okay to swallow and exhale, remember not to overdo it, so as not to cause stagnation in the meridians and miss important things." Nangong Xian'er saw this and smiled and reminded.
Yuan Ming had great concentration and would naturally not be confused by the spiritual energy in front of him.
He secretly sighed in his heart. When he was practicing in the past, he also worried about his spiritual veins. Now that he saw Nangong Xian'er and others had such a superior practice environment, it was no wonder that many disciples of the Mahayana sect were better than others.
Soon, the flower basket landed, and Yuan Ming and others stepped onto Changqing Island.
In the mist, the island was full of flowers and plants, spiritual mist was everywhere, and a strong breath of life came to his face.
Yuan Ming seemed to be able to feel that his life span was increasing invisibly, but he knew that this was just an illusion after absorbing a lot of life breath. He quickly calmed down and continued to move forward with Nangong Xian'er.
After passing through the mountains and forests and coming to the blue lake in the center of the island, everyone boarded a small boat again.
There had been a returning cultivator waiting on the boat for a long time. After everyone boarded the boat, he gently rowed the boat and the boat slowly sailed away from the shore.
When the boat was halfway through, the mist around gradually dissipated, and a cold wind suddenly blew on the lake.
Yuan Ming was surprised to find that snowflakes were floating in the sky, and the crystal clear snowflakes fell down one after another and landed on his shoulders.
He was amazed, because it was not winter at this time, how could the climate on the island be so strange?
Nangong Xian'er noticed Yuan Ming's surprise and explained: "Senior Binglan is reminiscing with the ancestor on the island at this moment. This sudden snowstorm may be the senior's trick."
Yuan Ming suddenly realized it in his heart, but in a moment of thought, he remembered something, his face suddenly sank, and he felt a little uneasy.
The snow was flying, and when everyone arrived at the island in the middle of the lake, they saw that the island was covered with light snow, and it was covered with silver.
The banyan tree in the center seemed to be blessed by the gods, and there was no trace of frost and snow between the branches and leaves, which was amazing.
When they walked to the banyan tree, they saw Taoist Mu and Patriarch Binglan sitting opposite each other from afar, with the chessboard placed on the stone table, and they were concentrating on playing chess.
Taoist Mu looked calm, while Patriarch Binglan frowned, obviously lost in thought.
Noticing the arrival of everyone, Patriarch Binglan's brows relaxed immediately, smiled lightly, and waved his hand to disrupt the chessboard.
"Xian'er is back." Patriarch Binglan smiled, his voice gentle and kind.
Patriarch Binglan's complexion was ruddy at this moment, and he looked completely different from the one who was seriously injured by the Lord of Samsara before. It was obvious that his injury had healed.
Taoist Mu saw that Patriarch Binglan was playing tricks, and shook his head helplessly, then flicked his finger, and saw the black and white chess pieces flying in the air and automatically falling into the chess pot.
His eyes then passed Nangong Xian'er and fell on Yuan Ming.
"Well, not bad. You can comprehend the true meaning of the Five Emperors and cultivate the Five Elements Dao Fruit in a short time. You really did not waste my kindness to you." Taoist Mu said, with a flash of admiration in his eyes.
"Thank you for your cultivation." Yuan Ming bowed respectfully and said.
Ancestor Binglan also looked at Yuan Ming and nodded slightly, saying: "You are Yuan Ming, right? No wonder Taoist Mu thinks so highly of you. Such talent is indeed rare in the Chuyun Realm. Sima Changqin's defeat to you is not unfair."
"I was lucky to win the battle that day. If we really talk about strength, I may not be able to beat Taoist Sima." Yuan Ming said modestly.
His words showed respect for Ancestor Binglan, but did not reveal hostility towards Sima Changqin.
"The winner is the king, and the loser is the enemy. In the future battlefield, the demons will not talk about fairness with you." Ancestor Binglan shook his head.
Yuan Ming nodded silently, deeply agreeing.
The ancestor Binglan then changed the subject and his tone became gentle.
"I shouldn't have interfered with the grudges between you youngsters. However, the Fengwu Guqin was given to Changqin by me personally. Without it, Changqin's strength will be greatly reduced. Now the demons are ready to move, and the war is imminent. I hope you can return the Guqin to Changqin for my sake."
"Senior, you are too kind. The grudge between Sima Changqin and I is just a joke. When he arrives, I will return the Guqin. As for the one hundred pieces of level six spirit wood, there is no need to mention it anymore." Although Yuan Ming was unwilling in his heart, he pretended to be generous.
The hatred between him and Sima Changqin was very deep. Returning the Guqin would be tantamount to aiding the enemy. Naturally, he would not hand over the Guqin for nothing, and he would definitely exchange it for some benefits.
But the face of the Mahayana still had to be given, and in front of so many people, Yuan Ming believed that the ancestor Binglan would not let him suffer.
At this moment, Taoist Mu spoke: "Knowing shame leads to courage. If Sima Changqin takes back the guqin easily, he will inevitably be mentally deficient in the future."
"What Taoist Mu said is very true. But now the war is tight, and the resources of Tiansheng Academy have been invested in the front line. It is difficult to gather a hundred pieces of level six spiritual wood for a while. How about this, I will make the decision and use a set of exercises as a price. What do you think?" Hearing this, Patriarch Binglan nodded slightly and said.
"It's all up to you, senior." Although Yuan Ming was dissatisfied in his heart, he answered respectfully on his face.
Patriarch Binglan smiled slightly, raised his hand and pointed, and countless words suddenly poured into Yuan Ming's sea of consciousness, quickly converging into an extremely profound exercise.
"This method is called "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones", which ranks seventh on the Fortune Heavenly Ranking. I think it should be enough to pay for the hundred pieces of level six spiritual wood." Patriarch Binglan said lightly.
Yuan Ming's eyes lit up, and his heart was immediately ecstatic.
When he saw Su Wu perform this method before, he was yearning for it. He didn't expect that he could get the complete method from Ancestor Binglan now.
Every method that can be listed on the Creation Heaven Ranking is a priceless treasure. Although the hundred pieces of level six spiritual wood are precious, they are still slightly inferior to "One Qi Transforms Three Pure Ones".
"Thank you for the method, senior." Yuan Ming's resentment disappeared and he saluted respectfully to Ancestor Binglan.
Then, he took out the Fengwu Guqin, presented it with both hands, and handed it to Ancestor Binglan.