Chapter 1 Preface
The Liuguang Sword Sect, which had always been deserted, rarely became so lively.
This is the second time Rong Qing has seen such a lively scene. The disciples of the main sect who were either practicing at home or going out for training began to return to the sect one after another half a year ago, until today, when the ceremony begins.
The Flowing Light Sword Sect is located in the North Pole of this world, where snow falls all year round, and the severe ice and cold prevent ordinary people from entering this realm. But it does not hinder the practitioners. At this moment, the ceremony is welcoming all powerful monks, so this coldness is naturally not worth mentioning.
Rong Qing leaned lazily on a huge exposed black stone. On the top of the stone was a spiritual plant, with huge light golden leaves stretching out wantonly, adding some color to this monotonous place. She was wearing the hood that came with her Taoist uniform, and she did not release any pressure from her body. However, the disciples who passed by were all people with keen senses. There was no reason they didn't notice, so they all bowed down and bowed.
Rong Qing nodded slightly, slightly.
The disciples were also keenly aware of Rong Qing's displeasure, and without saying anything, they just said "I've met Master Yu" and went about their own business. Even those who don't know her know that this female cultivator is a senior of the same generation as the sword master in the Sword Sect after seeing the fixed embroidery pattern on her Taoist uniform and the talisman wandering around the collar of the garment. I dare not come forward to greet you.
Rong Qing's cultivation is under heavy restrictions and cannot be prying at will. But she herself knew that her half-step to becoming a god was nothing in the Flowing Light Sword Sect. Even the disciples who passed by had many higher cultivation levels than her, and they were younger than her. Because this is the Flowing Light Sword Sect. In the world of cultivation, the Flowing Light Sword Sect is a silent behemoth like a whale, making people admire its power and at the same time be wary of it. It has extremely strict requirements for the inheritance of its disciples, and all of them are indispensable such as talent, qualifications, mind, understanding and even luck. It is common to spend hundreds or even thousands of years looking for a suitable disciple. This also led to the fact that non-peerless geniuses could not get ahead in the Sword Sect.
But Chu Yuan is no ordinary genius. Rong Qing knew this from the first moment she saw him. The more we get along with him, the more frightened I become because of the ruthless eyes that are exactly the same as those of previous sword masters. He seemed to be born for ruthless swordsmanship.
Rong Qing stayed with Sword Master Chongyu and spent some time with Chuyuan. Chu Yuan was less than ten years old, only as tall as her waist, and his appearance was rare and beautiful. But she couldn't feel any pity or affection. She only felt a faint anger burning in her heart. Even if she tried her best to restrain it, there was still a trace of anger burning her heart wantonly, causing her to suffer repeatedly.
But she was holding on to her last bit of hope without any hope. Humblely waiting for Sword Master Chongyu to change his mind. She was waiting on the way back to the sect. She was waiting when the Sword Sect recalled its disciples who were scattered all over the world. She had been waiting, but she waited until today!
The aurora filled the sky, and under the witness of countless powerful monks, the rich bells rang one after another, announcing to the world that Zhi Yuan was the new Taoist disciple of the Flowing Light Sword Sect.
Everything is settled.
"What are you worried about? Are you still worried about transforming into a god?" The person who spoke not only had a clear voice, but also had a flawless appearance. He stepped down and stood beside Rong Qing.
Rong Qing has long been accustomed to such fantastic things like people suddenly appearing around her. She even joined the ranks of cultivators with great joy. Moreover, the visitor was very polite. Before arriving, he deliberately caused space fluctuations to prepare Rong Qing.
"Your lifespan is still quite sufficient, and Zhuyuan will be able to half-step into a god in three hundred years at most. You can use him to take a further step when the time comes." He said calmly, as if everything was taken for granted.
Rong Qing looked at his appearance, which was exactly the same as that of Sword Master Chongyu in the distance, and felt the aura that was so similar that she could not distinguish it even now. She laughed and said, "You know what you're asking, I don't want to talk to you." She said. Turn your head the other way.
The Chongji Sword Master's eyes were cold and clear. Rong Qing felt that there was nothing he couldn't see through, but he never said it, or he didn't really care. This is very clever, even ruthless.
Rong Qing had been standing for a long time, and she felt that she had nothing to say to the Master of Chongji Sword, so she quickly turned around and walked away. The man who was left behind didn't have any displeasure, he just looked at his twin brother who had the same description from a distance.
The twins mostly have the same thoughts with each other, and he can somewhat detect some of Chongyu's secret thoughts. But there are always some things in the world that you can only think about but cannot put into action, at least not now. Chong Ji smiled softly.
On the other side, Rong Qing returned to her house and took back all the big and small things into her mustard domain. After a while, the originally exquisitely decorated house became empty. She glued the paper figures that took care of her daily life and cleaned and organized behind the door panel one by one. After doing all this, she walked outside the hospital and quickly placed a ban.
There is nothing to be reluctant to part with. Rong Qing summoned the flying sword in her sleeve. The result of mastering the art of sword control was that the flying sword flew out of his sleeve at an extremely fast speed. Rong Qing just took one step and stepped firmly on the enlarged sword. One person disappeared in an instant with one sword.
Because of the grand ceremony, there were not many people outside the Jianzong, but this did not mean that the Jianzong's guards were empty.
At least Rong Qing's speeding flying sword was stopped by the visitor with just a wave of his sleeve, and it hovered steadily in front of the mountain gate.
"Senior sister, why did you suddenly leave the Sword Sect? Have you told the sword master?" The person guarding the mountain gate was a female cultivator full of fairy spirit.
In the Sword Sect, there are very few female cultivators, and there are even fewer in this sect. Therefore, Rong Qing had a very good relationship with her, and Rong Qing had been taught by her for most of her studies, so Rong Qing never wanted to act like a senior sister in front of her.
"Do I have to tell him everything?" However, Rong Qing was in an extremely bad mood now, and her tone was also much worse.
"That's not the case." Hong Fei sighed with a smile, and then returned to the original topic, "Senior sister left the sect, why?"
"Find someone."
"Who are you looking for?"
"Jingjing." Rong Qing sighed, and she seemed to hear Hong Fei's chuckle in her ears, "Looking for Jingjing again?"
"Then how long will it take for Senior Sister to return to the sect."
"As little as half a year, more...then it's very casual." Sincere eyes.
"That's alright," Hong Fei smiled and shook her head. Only when she smiled did she look more like the sister next door and no longer so ethereal. The talisman paper on the side also recorded Rong Qing's "leave request", and she quickly flew to the miscellaneous affairs hall.
Compared with other sects, the Sword Sect has always been quite pure and unpretentious. Fu Xin has never turned into a bird, a crane, or those fancy things. He only pursues the most essential need, speed.
After Rong Qing sighed, she immediately left the Liuguang Sword Sect with her sword without looking back.
Hong Fei just thought that she had an quarrel with the sword master again, and was impatient with the loneliness and boredom in the sect, so she went out to have some fun. Little did he know that the rainbow light from her sword flew all the way to the coast of the South China Sea. When she landed, her cultivation level And the realm has fallen to the core.
She chartered a spiritual boat and headed to the south of the South China Sea. Very few spirit boats take this route, because it is indeed an extremely poor place. There are no veins of spirit stones, and there are no secret remains worth exploring. Over time, it seemed as if it had been forgotten.
Rong Qing got off the boat and walked all the way towards the city. The ground under her feet ranged from sand and gravel to regular stone slabs. The Taoist uniform she was wearing had long been replaced by a civilian girl's dress, and the flying swords, talismans, and elixirs were all put into the ring. As she passed through the city gate calmly, while the soldiers in the doorway turned a blind eye, the last trace of spiritual energy in her body was finally exhausted. From realm to cultivation level, she has completely become a mortal.
Rong Qing walked into the crowd, just like a drop of water flowing into a river.
(End of chapter)