Chapter 207 Changes in the blue clouds, preparations for the Hidden Dragon Competition of Ten Thousand Sects
Due to the death of a large number of believers, the decline in cultivation level caused by it will take a certain amount of time to make up for it.
Chu Zheng spent another three months and swallowed a lot of elixirs to replenish his soul, and then he restored his cultivation to the level of the five transformations of the divine infant.
But it will take a certain amount of time to fully recover.
Originally, he wanted to continue to retreat, but a letter sent him, so he had no choice but to leave the retreat first.
Now, there are less than two years left before the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition. Many matters need to be prepared. Several major holy places and the True Immortal Family have jointly made an appointment with Chu Zheng to discuss this matter together in more than a month.
Although the top spot in this session is no longer controversial, the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition is Cangyun’s century-old event. The Immortal Alliance issued a message, and it has been prepared for a long time before. The special envoy from Wudian will also arrive as scheduled, so the event will still proceed as scheduled.
And with the changes in the environment of heaven and earth, the cultivation of the geniuses among the various forces has made a lot of progress. The top ten on the Hidden Dragon List are now all divine infant monks.
In addition to the true disciples of several major holy places, there are many young monks in the other major sects who are looking forward to becoming famous in the Cangyun Realm through this competition.
Some outstanding people may get the appreciation of the Immortal Alliance through this opportunity.
In terms of quality alone, this edition of the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition is undoubtedly the strongest, but it is also the one with the least suspense.
As for the position of leader of this Ten Thousand Sect Hidden Dragon Competition, no force or monk thinks that anyone can shake Chu Zheng’s position.
Shang Zuling, the only one who had some possibility, has already been defeated.
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When Chu Zheng came out of seclusion, it was just before dawn.
The sky has not yet brightened, and there are already many Taixuan disciples on the square under the main peak, starting to practice breathing.
Except for Fu Quanliang, the oldest disciple in the sect is already fifteen or sixteen years old. His figure is gradually expanding. Many people have stepped into the spiritual spring, and even several have stepped into it. A person has condensed his immortal foundation and became a monk in the Taoist realm.
The few people who have gathered the Immortal Bones are all the best among the top-grade Immortal Bones.
Chu Zheng stood in the remaining night, looking at the disciples in front of him, with a faint light flowing in his eyes.
Being indifferent is exactly what Taixuan is like now.
Fu Quanliang, who was dressed in red robes, walked among the many disciples, occasionally speaking out to correct the practice of some of the younger disciples.
Nowadays, only Fu Quanliang is in charge of the Taixuan Holy Land. There used to be elders from various churches. Now, those elders have followed Geng Yiyang to the battlefield outside the territory.
Those children with high-grade immortal bones are already almost as good as him in cultivation. If they continue to be taught for a while, they will have nothing to teach and they will all rely on their own perception.
After watching for a while, Chu Zheng called Fu Quanliang to the front.
"Holy Lord, be safe." Fu Quanliang came quickly and bowed: "I happen to have something important to report to the Holy Lord."
Now, Chu Zheng can no longer tell from his body There was no trace of the original impetuousness, and his brows were filled with calmness.
However, at this moment, Fu Quanliang could not help but become nervous, and even the energy and blood in his body began to flow faster.
He noticed the changes in Chu Zheng, as if there was suddenly a superior pressure, which made people feel a little scared involuntarily.
For hundreds of years, he has been a god, living high in the temple, and being worshiped by hundreds of millions of creatures every day. He has naturally developed an air of nobility that is incompatible with this mortal world.
"Tell me about it." Chu Zheng replied casually.
How could there be no change at all after ascending the throne of God? It’s just that Chu Zheng himself has not noticed it yet.
A hundred years has been too long, too long, and he has gradually become accustomed to looking down at others.
"There needs to be a big competition within the sect to select new inner sect disciples." Fu Quanliang replied respectfully.
Nowadays, the inner gate of Taixuan Holy Land only contains the top-grade immortal bones that were screened out when entering.
Among the remaining disciples, there are many middle-grade immortal bones who are fully capable of entering the inner sect and are worth investing more resources in cultivating.
Chu Zheng is the 759th generation of the Holy Master of Taixuan Holy Land, and these disciples are also the 759th generation of Taixuan, and they are all of the same generation as Chu Zheng.
The resources of a sect are limited, and some of them need to be tilted to provide a limited supply of disciples who are more talented or who practice harder. This is the way for a sect to survive and should not be underestimated.
Chu Zheng pondered for a while, nodded and said: "The arrangements have been made, tell me."
After saying that, he raised his hand to help Fu Quanliang repair the disease caused by an overdose of pills. The erysipelas in the body turned and left.
After a while, Fu Quanliang raised his head and stared at the direction Chu Zheng left. He was silent for a long time, with a hint of sadness in his expression.
In just a short moment, his back was soaked with sweat, and it seemed that he was not talking to Chu Zheng just now.
I don’t know when, the Chu Zheng that I first met has disappeared without a trace.
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Chu Zheng slowly climbed to the top of Lingfeng.
The morning glow of the sunrise filled the sky, shining bursts of divine light and tearing apart the dark curtain.
On the martial arts stage at the top of the mountain, Song Lingxue was practicing as usual.
Almost every time Chu Zheng came to this point, Song Lingxue was practicing, like a running machine, not like a flesh and blood body at all, as if she was never tired.
After a while, Chu Zheng stood at the edge of the martial arts arena and stopped.
Song Lingxue turned around and saw Chu Zheng's smile. She suddenly froze and subconsciously took half a step back. For a moment, she didn't even recognize Chu Zheng.
The spiritual light flashed in Chu Zheng's pupils, and the Gang Qi in Song Lingxue's body had been polished and rounded, and she was only one step away from holding the Gang into a pill.
Martial arts Baodan is equivalent to the immortality of condensation, which is the third level of cultivation.
In addition to Song Lingxue’s innate talent, Song Lingxue’s own diligence accounts for a large part of the reason.
“Sorry, I’m still a step too late.”
Chu Zheng spoke first, with a hint of apology in his tone:
“My current strength is still far behind.”
To keep Song Lingxue from Wu Dian, his current cultivation Because, it is simply not qualified.
Now there are less than two years left. Even if he reincarnates into Lijia again and gains a lot, he will only be able to reach the level of Tongxuan at most.
Facing a giant like the Xianmeng Martial Palace that suppresses trillions of stars, it is simply insignificant.
In other words, he does not have the ability to break the rules. "You have done nothing wrong to me, so how can you say sorry?"
Song Lingxue came back to her senses, with a slight smile on her lips:
"The days ahead are long. ..."
Over the years, Chu Zheng has often retreated, and each retreat will take a long time. She knows exactly what it is for.
Sometimes, Song Lingxue would even want to hold Chu Zheng back and ask him to stop and enjoy the little time left between the two of them.
Chu Zheng is already the Holy Master of Taixuan. There is no threat at all in Cangyun, but he still practices hard in seclusion all year round. She knows exactly what this is for.
Therefore, she could only watch Chu Zheng keep moving forward, and watch the little time left between the two of them being spent together bit by bit.
During this process, she could only put all her energy into practice, so that she would not think so much in her mind.
When the people from the Martial Palace arrive, the situation will be completely uncontrollable.
All future developments can no longer be predicted. Whether she and Chu Zheng will have a chance to reunite in this life may also be a question mark.
She does not doubt Chu Zheng's talent, she simply does not have enough confidence in herself. In the past ten years, she has almost been living under the protection of Chu Zheng.
The universe is so vast that it is chilling. The distance between stars, even light, would take hundreds of millions of years, let alone flesh and blood.
Every time she thought about this, she was in extreme anxiety almost day and night.
But when facing Chu Zheng, she couldn't express this feeling at all, and still had to smile, because she really didn't want to put more pressure on Chu Zheng.
Chu Zheng has done enough for her.
After calming down the turmoil in her heart, Song Lingxue walked slowly to Chu Zheng, sat down on the edge of the martial arts arena, swaying her slender legs slightly, and her pretty face seemed to have gained a little more at some point. Maturity over time.
“I have been very talented in martial arts since I was a child, and my father had great expectations for me. Therefore, when I started practicing martial arts, I rarely had contact with those ordinary things that my daughter had. When I was three years old, I could already "Distinguish swords, guns, swords and halberds."
Looking at the rising sun, Song Lingxue looked a little dazed, and a memory flashed in her eyes:
"Do you still remember that when you first entered the Song Mansion? Years.”
"You should have been seven years old at that time. Not long after my tenth birthday, when the New Year was approaching, my father bought a group of servants and maids for the house. You were standing in the crowd, thin and inconspicuous, but I I still saw it at a glance."
"My mother passed away when Lingqing was still young, and she was not talented in martial arts, so her father always had a preference for her, and she had a new slave, too. Let her choose first.”
“To this day, she asked me which one I wanted, and I pointed at you, and then she chose you.”
< br>Speaking of this, Song Lingxue's lips curled up slightly, and she chuckled: "Her temperament is usually not obvious, but I know it. She can't be called overbearing, but she is somewhat domineering, and she doesn't care about others at all. Thoughts."
"I am the eldest sister, so I should let her go, and my father told me not to worry about it too much, that's all."
"At that time, you had a bad temper and acted straightforwardly. You were not very popular in the house, but Lingqing was willing to protect you, so you didn't suffer much."
Chu Zheng listened silently, these memories, It was also in his mind, but at that time, his spiritual wisdom was blocked in his womb and his spiritual awakening was not yet awakened. Naturally, he looked a bit dull and did not know how to adapt.
"Later, Lingqing entered the fairy sect. After she left, I raised your treatment to the same level as the bodyguards in the house. Even if there are few prey in winter and meat is in short supply, I will still stick to your side. "
Song Lingxue sighed softly, with disappointment in her eyes, and seemed to have some resentment:
"I thought you would be more grateful, but unexpectedly, you became more and more distant from me. When you see me every day, you just shy away from me and refuse to let you do things around me. Do I really look so scary?"
Song Lingxue has never understood the reason for this, but Chu Zheng now knows it very well.
A mere slave is treated like an escort who licks blood with a knife. Naturally, he is envied by others. Overtly and covertly, he suffers a lot of oppression and exclusion. In addition, he is not very bright, and he offends many people. Naturally, it was a very difficult time.
At that time, he only knew that these troubles originated from Song Lingxue, so he naturally wanted to stay away from her.
Later, when Chu Zheng regained consciousness, he was too lazy to pay attention to the mess that happened before, and never recalled it carefully at all.
Now that I think about it more carefully, I am afraid that even the accidental break of the jade cup was deliberately planned by someone.
However, these trivial matters have long since dispersed with the wind, and even the Song Mansion has disappeared without a trace.
"Chu Zheng, I have always wanted to ask you."
Song Lingxue hesitated for a while, and finally gritted her teeth and asked:
"If it had been Nothing has happened, Ling Qing has not entered the Immortal Sect, and everything in the Song Dynasty is as before, who would you choose?”
Hearing this, Chu Zheng couldn’t help shaking his head and chuckled: “If nothing had happened, it’s the turn of the wheel?” Do I choose? ”
Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hands to lift Song Lingxue up and walked towards the palace.
"I have been in seclusion for a long time. Let me take a bath and change clothes first."
There is not much new things in the world, it is just a mistake.
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Regarding the sect competition, Fu Quanliang quickly completed the coordination.
After reporting the basic process to Chu Zheng, the methodical screening process began.
Since the number of disciples was not large, and there were still many disciples who were only seven or eight years old, and had just become sensible, it took less than three days for the competition to come to an end.
More than three hundred disciples successfully entered the inner gate. For the top three, Chu Zheng took out three top-quality magic weapons as rewards.
At the same time, Chu Zheng gave all the disciples in the sect an opportunity to give personal guidance.
His cultivation level has reached this point, and his attainments in the Taixuan Shenhuo Sutra are not low. With his spiritual eyes, he can see through the confusion encountered by these disciples almost at a glance, without any effort at all.
In a blink of an eye, the rest of the month has passed.
This month, Chu Zheng did not stay in seclusion anymore, because Song Lingxue became very clingy, pestering him almost all day long, and rarely able to separate.
For this reason, Song Lingxue even gave up her hard work and buried herself on the jade couch all day long, indulging in the relationship between the couple.
It was not until the time when the previous holy places met was approaching that Chu Zheng was able to escape and set foot on the road to the place where the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition was held.
Today is different from the past. As the Holy Lord of Taixuan, Chu Zheng has not yet arrived, and the other major holy places can only wait patiently.
Due to a slight delay, by the time he arrived at the 'Bi Luo Kingdom', the other major holy places, as well as the True Immortal Family, had already been there for a long time.
“It’s only two years since the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition. This is a grand event that happens once in a century in Cangyun. I still need you fellow Taoists to pay more attention.”
“In that case, it’s still a matter of time. We need to decide on the rules for which party will take the lead in this competition."
After a while of greetings, someone soon brought the topic to Chu Zheng.
"Holy Master Taixuan, now that he has taken part in nature, there is no need to compete with those juniors on the same stage. Nowadays, there are only two holy masters, Taixu and Taixuan, in several major holy places. It is better for them to take overall coordination."
(End of this chapter)