The sun dipped towards the horizon as Chen Ping’an turned his gaze towards the distant sea.

To stand upon a mountain and behold the vast ocean – the sapphire waves meeting the azure sky – such a sight could stir even the most stoic heart. Legends spoke of crystalline dragon palaces beneath the waves, and a moon in the ocean brighter than the celestial orb above, visions of such splendor could draw the soul into reverie. Thus, Daoists stressed the guarding of one’s heart, the nurturing of one’s spirit, lest one’s wanderings through ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers and questions of the Dao should be for naught… Chen Ping’an reined in his thoughts.

Gu Can spoke, “No matter, we shall wait. An hour or two makes little difference.”

How a sect celebrates its founding, who but the Sect Master decides? Gu Can admired the freewheeling spirit of Fallen Peak, but the Ascending Cloud Sect would not imitate them.

Chen Ping’an shook his head. “Ancient customs hold purpose. Auspicious times were chosen for reason. You should hold the ceremony on time. Delay not.”

Gu Can retorted, “His character is lax. Whether Liu Xianyang attends or no, he remains Liu Xianyang. It matters little.”

Chen Ping’an smiled. “Dare he be absent, he shall forfeit his place as best man!”

They waited, and as the sun crested the waves, a sword-light pierced the sky. From the sea to the mountain, it traced a brilliant, protracted arc, a display of considerable grandeur and power.

Grandfather Liu had arrived, precisely on time, with but a quarter hour to spare for idle conversation.

Liu Xianyang landed lightly, his blade returning to its sheath, and strode between Chen Ping’an and Gu Can, hooking an arm around each of their necks. “Well? Was I punctual? Was my sword-flight dashing?”

Gu Can shrugged off the arm. Liu Xianyang stretched languidly, his joints popping. “My first time flying so far on a sword, and in such haste… ah!”

Chen Ping’an asked, puzzled, “Did I not bestow upon you the Three Mountains Talisman?”

Liu Xianyang’s eyes widened. “Such talismans are precious, their uses few! Must they not be used sparingly? Attending a ceremony at another mountain sect is no cause to expend one! It is not economical…”

Gu Can glanced at the travel-worn, yet genuine state of the Great Sword Immortal Liu. He said nothing.

Besides the talisman, Chen Ping’an had given Liu Xianyang the “Finger Sword” technique of Mister Three Mountains and Nine Marquis, which could make heavenly boundaries as soft as mud, along with several pages of related martial arts manuals from the Lotus Blossom Blessed Land, for mutual study.

Apart from Ruan Qiong of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect and Liu Xianyang’s senior disciples, plus Chen Ping’an and Gu Can who knew him best, the outside world remained ignorant of one fact.

Liu Xianyang’s swordsmanship and cultivation was almost entirely self-taught and self-realized.

Years ago, Liu Xianyang sought knowledge at the Confucian Chen Clan academy in the Southern Parasol Continent. Upon his return home, as agreed, he joined the Dragon Spring Sword Sect and became a disciple of Ruan Qiong.

Master and disciple, both forthright men, had engaged in a brief and honest discussion.

“Liu Xianyang, I shall be frank. Save for the art of forging, I cannot teach you any superior swordsmanship. You may still recant.”

“Ruan the Blacksmith, you need not be ashamed. I seem to have no need for what you can teach.”

“So much the better.”

“No benefits at all? It feels as though I’ve boarded a pirate ship.”

“The Dragon Spring Sword Sect has one virtue. It is suitable for hammering iron in seclusion, and for concentrating on swordsmanship, so long as one does not become the Sect Master.”

“Don’t, I came here wanting to be the Sect Master!”

“Wait until you are in the Jade Purity realm.”

Liu Xianyang, shameless, rubbed his hands together. “Flying across the sea by sword, so much hardship! I was too focused on the journey, I forgot to bring a congratulatory gift! I had prepared one too, but it was left at the inn. Chen Ping’an, you are a wealthy man. Lend me some coin!”

Chen Ping’an said helplessly, “Cannot even afford two Rain Grain Coins? Friends across the Nine Continents, yet you travel without funds?”

Liu Xianyang was utterly astonished. “Only two Rain Grain Coins? Had I known, I would not have conjured seven or eight elaborate excuses along the way! I was frightened by Lord Wei of the Mountain’s Night Banquet.”

He rummaged in his sleeve and produced two Lesser Heat Coins, for a sect master must possess some private funds. He turned to Chen Ping’an. “Chen Ping’an, do you have a spare red packet?”

Chen Ping’an nodded and handed him a new packet. Liu Xianyang stuffed it with the coins and tossed it to Gu Can. All was settled. He could now drink a few jugs of mountain wine without guilt.

Gu Can silently slipped the packet into his sleeve, unconcerned that Rain Grain Coins had somehow transformed into Lesser Heat Coins.

Chen Ping’an said in a mental whisper, “Those two unique Lesser Heat Coins, their inscriptions are of excellent omen. They are actually more valuable than Rain Grain Coins.”

Gu Can was unsurprised. He said casually, “It seems he does possess some conscience.”

Liu Xianyang smiled brightly, clasped his hands, and announced, “Liu Xianyang, current Sect Master of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect, greets you all! I am deeply honored.”

The Ascending Cloud Sect’s disciples to be, their names not yet inscribed on the register, hastily returned the courtesy.

Gu Can muttered, “Such affectation.”

Chen Ping’an chuckled. “After all these years, are you still not accustomed?”

Liu Xianyang grinned. “Without guest or meat, the feast cannot begin?”

Gu Can said, “You just wait.”

Liu Xianyang immediately moved to Gu Can’s side, kneading his shoulders. “Standing for so long, does Sect Master Gu’s shoulders ache?”

Gu Can sidestepped him, striding towards the ancestral hall.

Gu Lingyan smiled alluringly, offering a deep curtsy. “Greetings, Sword Immortal Chen, Sect Master Liu.”

Liu Xianyang nudged Chen Ping’an’s arm with his elbow.

The familiar faces from Jade Decree Kingdom stood grouped together. Having journeyed across continents to establish a branch sect, they now counted as a small faction. Among them, Shen Ke seemed dispirited. Such frailty was unbecoming of a Martial Artist of the Far-Journey realm.

Old Crone Puliu sneered, “Shen Ke, Grandmaster of the Eighth Realm, how did a single convivial drink rob you of your courage?”

The spirit Guan Kui advised, “Daoist Puliu, we are all in the same boat now. Need you speak so harshly?”

Shen Ke retorted, “Your sufferings were limited to flesh and soul. They pale in comparison to mine.”

Puliu laughed. “Pray, Grandmaster Shen, enlighten us as to the nature of your torment.”

Shen Ke said, “The taste of bile… I dare not recall it. I have no strength to rehash old tales.”

As they travelled further and further from the capital of Jade Decree Kingdom, Shen Ke’s mood gradually improved. Upon settling in Quanxiao Mountain, a land of scenic beauty and immortal cultivation, Grandmaster Shen no longer felt as though everyone he met was a demon during the day. However, last night, the moment Sword Immortal Chen invited them for a drink, Shen Ke reverted to his former state and had yet to recover.

It was fortunate that he was purely a martial artist. Had he been a cultivator susceptible to demons, Shen Ke reckoned he would have suffered a Qi deviation long ago.

Two cultivators of the Jade Purity realm and a group hailing from the old White Emperor City stood apart, their demeanors uniformly composed.

They were, of course, curious about the young Hidden Official who rose to fame from humble origins. But having cultivated for so long in White Emperor City, their Dao hearts were steady. They would not lose composure, nor seek to curry favor.

Liu Chicheng, clad in a pink Daoist robe, stood beside Chai Bofu who was pretending to be dead.

From a distance, from the Mountain of Golden Emeralds, Zhai Guangyun was curious, and could not help but send a telepathic query to his master. “Master, is Sect Master Liu a Jade Purity Sword Cultivator? Why does he possess such presence?”

Zheng Qingjia explained, “Partly it is the natural consequence of Sword Immortal Liu’s character. Open and unreserved, he naturally appears keen and bright. Such a person is hard to ignore wherever he stands. Partly Sect Master Gu has deliberately suppressed his Dao aura and spirit in front of the Hidden Official, as if taking half a step back. Then the Hidden Official steps back in front of Sword Immortal Liu. This creates the current situation. To your eyes, it is as if Sword Immortal Liu is overwhelming Sect Master Gu in terms of momentum. As for why, this is probably some kind of tacit understanding that they have cultivated for a long time. We strangers find it strange, which is normal, but the three of them are probably very comfortable.”

Zhai Guangyun was enlightened, “I see, no wonder, no wonder!”

As a child, Gu Can liked to hide behind Chen Ping’an when he encountered something.

When he was a kiln apprentice, the inconspicuous Chen Ping’an was like standing in the shadow of Liu Xianyang.

Zhai Guangyun was still a little depressed, how heroic was the Hidden Official in Jianqi Great Wall, how could he be weakened when he returned to his hometown?

Zheng Qingjia was helpless, fortunately she had repeatedly told her proud disciple to promise not to embarrass the Hidden Official today.

Xiao Mo and Xie Gou did not intend to participate in the ceremony, and were watching the Ancestral Mountain from the nearby mountain.

Xie Gou praised, “Wow, Daoist Yuan Hu has good eyesight.”

Xiao Mo said, “After all, she is an immortal who manages a city and nearly a thousand named monks, and is never eaten by Yang Zhi and Fei Fei. She has her own unique things.”

Liu Youzhou took the initiative to come to Chen Ping’an and bowed his fists and smiled.

Chen Ping’an returned the salute, smiling, “Congratulations.”

Then both sides fell into a slightly awkward silence.

Liu Xianyang secretly laughed, he had said something before, now Ruan the blacksmith was forging iron, his spirit was very strong.

A celebration that should have been a major affair, without any red tape, was also decent and standardized. In the ancestral hall, there was only a portrait of Master Zheng Juzhong hanging.

Gu Can even omitted the link of the main and guests jointly offering incense and hanging portraits, and directly entered the topic, personally writing down the names on the family tree, everything was simplified.

As the only two viewing guests at this celebration, the seats of Sect Master Chen and Sect Master Liu were very ingenious…

Liu Xianyang stared wide-eyed at the old man opposite him, Chen, are we watching the gate? Did the snotty worm send us away like this?

Chen Ping’an put his hands in his sleeves and looked calm and relaxed. He only paid two immortal money as gifts. It was already considerate of Gu Can not to hold grudges that they were not arranged to stand outside the door.

This celebration obviously took less time than the Dragon Spring Sword Sect, Fallen Mountain, and Qingping Sword Sect.

For the following first internal meeting of the Ascending Cloud Sect Ancestral Hall, the guests who were viewing the ceremony needed to leave first.

Helping to close the gate of the main hall, Chen Ping’an and Liu Xianyang sat on the steps outside the gate, Liu Chicheng, as a cultivator of the Shangzong, took Daoist Longbo, whose name had not been placed anywhere on the register, and stood aside basking in the sun.

With nothing to do, Chen Ping’an took out his tobacco pipe and pouch, and Liu Xianyang asked with a smile: “When did you get this habit? Are you addicted?”

Chen Ping’an thought for a while and said, “I can’t remember the specific time. But there is no addiction.”

Liu Xianyang said: “You like to drink and smoke, and you are full of alcohol and smoke. Doesn’t Ning Yao frown?”

Chen Ping’an smiled: “She doesn’t care about these things.”

Liu Xianyang said with a chuckle: “It’s not like I haven’t been to Jianqi Great Wall?”

Chen Ping’an didn’t change his expression and said: “Those drunken words from the wine jar can’t be taken seriously, they can be taken as the opposite.”

Liu Xianyang patted his cheeks, “Chen Great Sword Immortal, hurry up, while the Ascending Cloud Sect hasn’t created a Mountain Guardian formation yet, add another gift.”

Liu Chicheng only felt confused, but Chai Bofu heard the subtext, in the so-called cultivation in White Emperor City, anyway, besides falling and breaking through and falling again, there was nothing serious to do. When he was bored, he read the mountain and water newspaper and some confidential information from special channels, knowing the funny sayings that were circulating at Jianqi Great Wall, such as what the Second Shopkeeper combined Dao with his face, which was thicker than the city wall of Jianqi Great Wall. Since the Second Shopkeeper fell with one punch, then as long as he put his face on the ground on the city wall, all the barbarian king seat demon clan would attack the city together, I am afraid they would have to stare blankly.

Liu Chicheng has always regarded his senior brother’s words as the standard, but this senior brother almost never said any reason to Liu Chicheng, so when Zheng Juzhong reminded him not to wander around Jianqi Great Wall, Liu Chicheng took it as an imperial decree, not to mention that he never wanted to travel to Jianqi Great Wall, he would not even go to Inverted Mountain and Yulong Sect! So Liu Chicheng went to the territory of Longhu Mountain, and then there was the “going down the mountain to subdue demons” of the contemporary Heavenly Master.

Regarding Liu Xianyang’s teasing words, Chen Ping’an smiled and said nothing, and re-smoked his pipe, and the clouds and mist curled up.

Liu Xianyang said, “Poor Fu Mountain God.”

Fu Dechong, the mountain guardian of Zhongyue Chujun Mountain, used to have a good reputation on the mountain, but after a grand Lishi Imperial Palace meeting, his reputation is now generally average.

Chen Ping’an said, “It’s more realistic to have the inside than the face.”

Liu Xianyang rubbed his chin, and remembered the young Taoist who set up a fortune-telling stall in his hometown.

Chen Ping’an’s mind was as swift as finches flying on branches.

Liu Xiang, Qing Ming, Desolate, Five-color Yuanxiao…

Himself and Ning Yao, Liu Xianyang and She Yue, Fei Ran and Desolate, Xu Yuan and Chaoge, and Xiao Mo and Xie Gou…

Outside the door, there was also a pair of young Taoist couples from Houshan. They were the lowest in cultivation in the Ancestral Hall of the Ascending Cloud Sect today, and had not even formed an elixir, but the order of their seats was not low.

They were all important guest officials personally invited by Gu Can, and they did not have seats in the Ancestral Hall for the time being. Their approximate status was slightly inferior to that of the Fallen Mountain guest official Zhao Zhuo, or Qingping Sword Sect’s Qing Tong.

These two named monks were both heroic spirits, seven or eight generations away from the founder of the sect, Yang Qiangu.

Now Houshan was really bleak, otherwise for things like attending the sect celebration, how could a Taoist temple allow two monks in the middle five realms who were not even earth immortals to come to congratulate?

However, as the founder Yang Qiangu of the Ascending Realm had now left the Gongde Forest, Houshan was different from the past, and Houshan was now the leader of the mountains in the Ascending Clouds Continent.

Encouraged by her Taoist companion, the female monk finally plucked up her courage and came to Chen Ping’an’s side. She was hesitating how to talk to him, but Chen Ping’an had already stood up and wrapped his pipe behind his back.

The female monk breathed a sigh of relief, first reported the mountain gate and her Taoist name, and then asked softly: “Chen Shanzhu, do you know Cao Ci?”

Liu Chicheng was overjoyed, what kind of question was this? The younger generation of Hao Ran’s martial artists had two tops, Cao in white and Chen in green shirt, who would not know who?

Was this open-door remark really a greeting and a courtesy, rather than a provocation in person?

Probably because she was too nervous, the female monk also felt that it was not appropriate to say this, and her face turned slightly red. The second draft that had been brewing for a long time was scared away.

Chen Ping’an nodded and smiled: “I know. I have been losing to him in asking for boxing, so I am embarrassed to pretend that I don’t know him.”

Chai Bofu nearby felt deeply sympathetic, Mountain Master Chen had a good heart and could laugh at himself to relieve thousands of sorrows.

The female monk quickly added: “Mountain Master Chen, don’t misunderstand, it’s just because I have several senior sisters, they are all Cao Ci’s supporters and pay close attention to Cao Ci’s movements.”

Chen Ping’an said: “I haven’t seen Cao Ci since we parted ways in the Merit Forest of the Confucian Temple last time.”

The female monk was even more embarrassed, after all, she was still inevitably nervous, so she said a sentence that was no silver three hundred taels, “Martial artists sparring, there are no eyes in the fists and feet…”

Chen Ping’an kept smiling, “Thank you for your understanding.”

Chai Bofu was full of admiration, Mountain Master Chen was really thick-skinned.

There was really no way to continue the conversation. The female monk, who was annoyed that she was clumsy, reached out and grabbed the arm of her Taoist companion next to her, trying to get him to save the situation. She said: “Mountain Master Chen, my husband has admired you for a long time.”

The young male monk was obviously more calm than his Taoist companion. He bowed and said, “Not only me, but in fact the men in our Houshan admire the Hidden Official very much.”

Liu Xianyang joked, “In this way, aren’t there two camps, clearly defined?”

The young male monk nodded, “Therefore, we Taoist companions in Houshan cannot mention any one person.”

Liu Chicheng finally couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

The night ship was still waiting for Chen Ping’an and his party, and Liu Xianyang was eager to try it when he heard that there was a boat to take.

On the way down the mountain, Chen Ping’an said to Gu Can: “In the past, the mountain road was difficult to walk, but now you have to feel that the flat road is difficult to walk. There is a state of mind in each stage.”

Gu Can nodded, “I remember it.”

Gu Lingyan looked strange, remember what, didn’t you just sigh about this sentence last night, why pretend that you heard this reason for the first time?

At the entrance of the mountain gate, Chen Ping’an said: “Sailing against the current, if you don’t advance, you will retreat…”

Speaking of this, Chen Ping’an changed his words: “You understand the great truths, in short, you should have more experience in the future, and treat gratuitous things with a normal heart. If you participate in the principles, you will have a different taste.”

Gu Can nodded in agreement, hesitated for a moment, and said in his heart: “If you are always dragged down by people like Shen Ke, can you really concentrate on cultivating the Tao, can you really be unstoppable?”

Chen Ping’an smiled: “Every time you stop, it is a bamboo node. Without bamboo nodes, how can you be a bamboo, without bamboo, how can you be unstoppable.”

Gu Can said, “Take care.”

Chen Ping’an thought of Gu Can’s innermost thoughts before, stopped, turned around and helped Gu Can straighten his clothes, and said in his heart: “First of all, Gu Can will definitely not become Xinglou in Qingming World. Secondly, Yu Dou is not so easy to be, in my opinion, he and Zheng Juzhong, Lu Chen, are unique existences in the world for thousands of years, they cannot have two, and cannot have none, regardless of whether they are enemies or friends, the respect that should be there is still there, and it does not delay doing what should be done. Finally, the three of us should cultivate well. Inevitably, we will be separated more and gathered less. I think of you all.”

Gu Can said, “Occasionally, you should also be lazy and don’t have to think about anything.”

Chen Ping’an smiled, “I will.”

The land is vast and thousands of rivers flow into the sea, all returning to peace.

South China Sea, the vast water surface is as quiet as green glazed glass.

A woman with a bun on her head and a white-clothed young man were riding the wind side by side, going to a Guixu passage leading to the wilderness.

She asked with a smile: “Liu Youzhou has sent you an invitation, we can barely count as being on the way, why don’t we join in the fun.”

Cao Ci shook his head and said, “I have already replied to him and declined.”

Dou Fenxia teased: “Are you just not treating him as a friend like that?”

Cao Ci said: “It is not appropriate for me to appear there.”

Dou Fenxia nodded, “When you arrive at Quanxiao Mountain, you must meet that guy, and if you win another game, you will have just enough to make a hand.”

Cao Ci said: “If there is another sparring, it will be boxing in another realm.”

Dou Fenxia asked: “How do you say that?”

Cao Ci said: “It’s hard to say clearly.”

Dou Fenxia did not continue to ask, she suddenly uttered a surprise and put her hand on her eyebrows, “How could Zhang Tiaoxia appear here? Who is that other one?”

About a hundred miles away, someone seemed to be waiting for them to pass by. Could it be a martial arts master who can enter Zhang Tiaoxia’s eyes, who wants to stop him and ask Cao Shidi for boxing?

Cao Ci said: “Senior Sister, you stay here first, I will go over alone.”

Dou Fenxia nodded without hesitation, “Be careful yourself.”

Cao Ci nodded, took a deep breath, and flew away.

Zhang Tiaoxia, the former No. 1 martial artist in Haoran World, switched to cultivating Taoism midway, and also practiced spells. Since then, the old man no longer regarded himself as a pure martial artist.

Zhang Tiaoxia has rarely appeared in various continents in the past hundred years, and is alone. He goes out to sea to fish, and only the alchemists on the sea can occasionally see his traces.

But today Zhang Tiaoxia was standing in a sea of clouds that was only a few feet away from the sea, casting a fishing rod, which was a burly, barefoot man with disheveled hair.

Cao Ci had actually recognized the identity of this person long ago, so he asked Senior Sister Dou to stay behind.

The man smiled and said: “Cao Ci, we meet again.”

Cao Ci landed at the edge of the sea of clouds, cupped his fists from afar and said: “Cao Ci has met two seniors.”

Zhang Tiaoxia waved his hand, signaling Cao Ci not to be polite.

The man held a rod in one hand and gently patted something beside his feet, and said: “In today’s world, everyone says that the Tao is stopped by Lu Chen, the poetry is stopped by Bai Ye, the talisman is stopped by Yu Xuan, and the boxing is stopped by Cao Ci.”

Cao Ci said, “I dare not accept it for the time being.”

Zhang Tiaoxia smiled knowingly. Young people have to have this kind of ambition.

The man nodded, “Your kid’s temper is really more to my liking, unlike someone.”

Cao Ci was quite puzzled, hesitated for a moment, and still asked: “Senior, are you injured?”

The man nodded and said, “A small injury, it doesn’t matter.”

Cao Ci asked: “Did Senior come to me on purpose?”

The man said: “It counts, but it doesn’t count.”

Zhang Tiaoxia was about to speak, but the man leaned back slightly and turned to look at this limit martial artist who had reached the level of the gods, and Zhang Tiaoxia immediately took back his words.

Today is not his turn to speak.

In an instant, Cao Ci came to Dou Fenxia.

Nearby, a figure quietly went above the sea of clouds.

Dou Fenxia’s heartstrings were tense, and her face was gloomy. She actually had a feeling of walking around the gate of hell.

Cao Ci said: “It’s okay.”

The man rubbed his chin, “What a white-clothed Cao, how come I didn’t know that a martial artist can be so… Daoist Longbo, how do you say it, elegant?”

Zhang Tiaoxia smiled wryly and said nothing.

At this fishing spot in the sea of clouds, a woman stood next to the man out of thin air, and she kicked something into the water, complaining: “What are you pretending to be?”

It turned out to be a head.

Zhang Tiaoxia’s eyelids twitched slightly.

The man waved to Cao Ci, “Go do your work.”

Zhang Tiaoxia’s mood was strange, he always felt that this Taoist companion of the man looked at Cao Ci, and always had a meaning of a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law?

Following Cao Ci to continue on his way, Dou Fenxia felt as if she was in a cloud of fog, but she didn’t dare to ask easily, for fear of violating taboos.

Cao Ci explained: “The one who opened the way for the human martial arts to go to heaven.”

Dou Fenxia’s face turned snow white instantly.

Cao Ci said: “Senior has no malice.”

Dou Fenxia said helplessly: “No matter how much there is no malice, I am still nervous.”

Cao Ci said: “It’s useless to be nervous or not.”

Dou Fenxia was stunned for a moment, turned her head and looked at Cao Shidi’s face, and she understood, “Cao Shidi, don’t comfort people if you can’t, really.”

Cao Ci smiled, “Okay.”

Dou Fenxia was a little bolder, “That head?”

Cao Ci said: “I guess it is a new fourteenth realm in a certain world.”

Dou Fenxia was silent for a long time, and began to recite, “Don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous.”

A certain fourteenth realm who had just combined Dao a few days ago was killed like this? His head was twisted off by that person like this?

At the edge of the cloud sea, the woman sat next to the man and said: “It’s a pity that it’s not possible, otherwise it would be a good match.”

The man nodded, “What’s the rush. It’s better not to marry.”

The woman asked: “Bai Jing is over at Ascending Clouds Continent, do you want to see her?”

The man said angrily: “See a fart, we trusted her so much, she is untrustworthy!”

The woman said softly: “In that kind of world, in that kind of war, you can’t blame her.”

The man said sullenly: “I don’t care, if Bai Jing dares to come, I will…”

The woman stretched out two fingers and pinched the man’s arm, twisting it hard, “Tell me, what are you going to do?”

The man said nothing sullenly.

Quanjiao Mountain, Xie Gou grabbed the mink hat with both hands and pulled it down hard, looking like he dared not see anyone for the first time.

Xiao Mo reached out and rubbed the mink hat and said, “I’m here.”

Xie Gou said in a low voice, “After all, I have failed to live up to my trust.”

Xiao Mo said: “Then we can’t hide even more.”

On the sea, Cao Ci and Dou Fenxia rode the wind to a huge island, and were soon stopped by a Jade Purity monk whose figure was hidden in the sea of clouds. They were allowed to pass after they saw the Guan Die.

This island has as many as three layers of mountains and rivers, two bright and one dark, which are used to examine the roots and identities and judge the approximate cultivation.

Dou Fenxia was originally from the top wealthy family of the Great End Dynasty, and her master was a female martial god who also managed the military and political affairs of a country. Dou Fenxia was very familiar with the battlefields of the army, and she felt that these exploration methods were just right.

Between last summer and autumn, the Guixu passage at the Yingtian Mark in the East China Sea was almost forcibly interrupted by a fierce and unparalleled water technique. Once the waterway is broken, it will take time, effort and money to mend it. The cost is incalculable and the consequences are unimaginable.

However, Hao Ran World still doesn’t know which monster clan in the wilderness did it.

At that time, it was Zheng Juzhong who took timely action to prevent the other party from succeeding.

The monk from Liuxia Continent suddenly shouted Cao Ci’s name, and then reported his name and his Taoist name.

Cao Ci stopped.

The monk laughed to himself, “It’s okay, just remember the name.”

Cao Ci nodded, “Okay.”

Landing in the ferry market on the island, Dou Fenxia looked around and said in a secret voice: “Junior Sister Liao should come here to get some fairy energy.”

Cao Ci asked in confusion, “How do you say that?”

Dou Fenxia couldn’t help but smile, “Cao Shidi, you are too ignorant.”

Cao Ci said: “I have been paying attention to the war situation on the wilderness side.”

Dou Fenxia rolled her eyes at him charmingly, and kept her mouth shut with her junior brother, and did not explain the reason.

It turns out that this Guixu exit of the South China Sea Shrine, the wilderness world, according to the earliest arrangement of the Confucian Temple, there are four top combat forces, namely the talisman Yu Xuan, Longhu Mountain Zhao Tianlai, Ba Di Peak Huo Long Zhenren and Sword Immortal Bai Shang.

First Yu Xuan combined Tao at the Outer Galaxy, succeeded in the Fourteenth Realm, and then Bai Shang went into seclusion to prove the Ascension. After that, Grand Master Zhao Tianlai returned to the mountain to combine Tao, with perfection of merit. Later, Zhenren Huo Long returned to Northern Ju Lu Continent, and he also succeeded in combining Tao!

All four monks broke through!

What kind of feng shui treasure land is this shrine?!

Near the entrance of Haoran Guixu, a fairy ferry was built by filling the sea with manpower, waiting for intercontinental ferries to return and depart to and from the two worlds.

The **** is literally escorts. Including the Four Seas Dragon Kings, who are respected and powerful, have to contribute.

Create a series of waterways suitable for intercontinental ferries to break through the water for long journeys.

It’s just that the mountain and marsh monks and irrelevant people, if they just want to come here to visit the scenery, then they can only hope to get close to this mysterious and mysterious vast waterway. The Confucian Temple has long had strict orders. Once their whereabouts are discovered, and there are suspicions about their lineage, they will be dealt with severely. If they dare to resist, the garrison monks can kill them on the spot.

Cao Ci and Dou Fenxia’s destination is in the Shrine, although their master is in the Sunfall, just because Yu Xuan is in the sky, his current identity and location are very special, so it is not appropriate to take action easily, so Cao Ci, to a large extent, rushed to the Desolate battlefield. is a kind of replenishment. The Middle-earth Confucian Temple made this suggestion, and Yu Xuan had no objection, and the Shrine welcomed it up and down.

Cao Ci has a kind of personal charm that makes people trust him.

There were still five hours before the next intercontinental ferry returned and set off again. Dou Fenxia knew that Cao Ci didn’t like socializing, so she planned to pick a elegant room on the top floor of a restaurant.

On the street outside the restaurant, they met a tall, dark-skinned woman, carrying a shoulder bag, with a wooden expression and steady steps.

In the eyes of experts, her breath is long and strange, and there is no clear separation between clear and turbid.

The tall woman may have been out of family etiquette. When she meets pedestrians coming head-on, she will move her steps, and the latter is often forced by the woman’s momentum and will also choose to give way, and it turns into blocking the road again.

Firstly, this kind of “courtesy” scene is quite interesting, and secondly, the woman is much taller than many men, so Dou Fenxia couldn’t help but take a few more glances, only thinking that she was really tall, very similar to her master, of course, the appearance of both sides is definitely not similar.

Cao Ci’s expression was normal, but he was actually very surprised. The tall woman also just glanced at Cao Ci, that’s all, the two of them passed each other.

Dou Fenxia said casually: “Cao Shidi, I think she is either an enlightened person or a well-deserved martial arts master.”

Cao Ci gave an um and said, “The latter is more likely. If Master is here, she will be able to see more accurately.”

Dou Fenxia’s heart was shocked, “That woman, could she be a martial artist who has reached the level of a god?!”

Cao Ci said: “It’s hard to say whether she has reached the peak or perfection.”

Dou Fenxia turned her head to look, and the tall woman had already turned into another street, with a chiseled profile.

To say that in today’s Haoran World, if a new face of a Fourteenth Realm monk popped out on the road, Dou Fenxia would not be so shocked if she happened to meet him.

Dou Fenxia suppressed the surprise and curiosity in her heart, entered the restaurant and sat down, opened the mud seal of a jar of immortal wine, lowered her head and sniffed it, the aroma was fragrant, it was indeed worth the money, Cao Ci didn’t drink alcohol, she only poured herself a bowl of wine, and asked with a smile: “If we fight, what are the chances of winning?”

Cao Ci shook his head and said, “This kind of thing is hard to say, there is no certainty about winning or losing.”

Dou Fenxia finished a bowl of wine and sighed: “One by one, they have all come out of the mountain.”

Seeing that Cao Ci didn’t particularly care about that woman, Dou Fenxia asked: “What are you thinking about?”

Cao Ci said softly: “I’m worried that over in the Great End, Pian Pian and A Xian will not be used to it.”

Dou Fenxia laughed out loud, worthy of being a person who has become a master, she asked tentatively: “Then have some wine?”

Unexpectedly, Cao Ci looked at the wine table and did not refuse, “You can have a small drink, change the big bowl to a wine glass.”

Cao Ci’s move was so abnormal that Dou Fenxia wanted to accept a disciple.

A group of people boarded the night flight.

On board, Liu Xianyang felt everything was new. Traveling through the cities, you all need to get the pass.

The last time he mistakenly boarded the night flight, Chen Ping’an asked the ship owner Zhang if he could open a shop in Tiaomu City, and the old man said there was no problem, and he was very welcome.

It’s just that Chen Ping’an went to the Ascending Clouds Continent this time and boarded the boat at the seashore of the Western Yue territory holding the talisman, only to learn one thing, the woman city owner of Lingxi City in the Middle Four Cities, also known as the First City, has left the night flight, and she has agreed with Ship Owner Zhang before she disembarked, and will hand over Lingxi City to Chen Ping’an to manage. If he is unwilling to waste his energy, he can abandon this city and ignore it. In the future, when he finds someone who is suitable for the position of city owner, Chen Ping’an only needs to let Ship Owner Zhang know.

Chen Ping’an hesitated again and again, but he didn’t dare to really take over a Lingxi City. It’s not a big problem to help take care of it for a while.

Entering Lingxi City, since ancient times, there has been no first in literature, and the former city owner must have the nickname of the First City, so you