Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan had not cooked for many years, and he only practiced cooking haphazardly when he was struggling to survive when he was young. Fortunately, he seems to have some talent in this area, and Yunzheng's ingredients are all top quality, so the taste is not bad.

At this time, there is a cauldron placed in the protective array. If you look closely, you will find that it is a three-burning jade elixir furnace. The furnace is steaming, and the alluring aroma of food fills the entire protective array.

Only Liu Qinghuan can use a spiritual treasure as a potter!

Since Jing Jue was a vegetarian, Liu Qinghuan made a few more vegetarian dishes. He ate happily and kept holding up the wooden sign: "It's delicious!"

Liu Qinghuan drank with Yun Zheng. When they were happy, they sang an ancient song from Yun Mengze's Immortal Realm, arm in arm:

Swinging like a dragon and riding on the clouds,

Stepping up to the heavenly steps.

Sneak through the rivers and seas, soar over the famous rivers.

Breathing in and out of breath, it will make you eat more food.

The misty waves are faintly touching Qianye Mountain,

Flying across Yunmengze overnight.

Ni is the clothes, wind is the horse,

The kings of clouds come and go one after another.

The tiger, the drum, the harp, the luan, return to the car,

The immortals are lined up like hemp.

Holding a sword in the world of mortals is already crazy,

There is wine rising to the sky.

Playing with stars and playing with the sun and moon,

Drunk and lying in the clouds, laughing at the world.

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Qianye Mountain was once the most famous mountain in the Eastern Wasteland. Like Yunmengze, which has now become Qushang Swamp, it was once a holy land for cultivating immortals.

Even though most of the immortal cultivators are busy cultivating, there are also some people who like to hold immortal gatherings, where there are dancing, sheng and drums, and fairy music. This ancient song has been passed down in the immortal gatherings for a long time.

Jingjue was very excited and hummed after hearing it, regardless of the fact that every word he said seemed to carry mysterious mana fluctuations.

After three rounds of wine, the five flavors of food are gone. It was already dark outside. Countless monks had been buried in mass graves. The wind was filled with shrill howls, and the ghosts of soldiers were passing through the mist one after another.

However, as Yunzheng was a genius of this generation from a family of formations, the formations he set up were extremely concealable, and no one was discovered by those ghosts.

Yun Zheng saw Liu Qinghuan's face gradually becoming calm and asked, "What?"

Liu Qinghuan held a piece of meat as thin as a cicada's wings, his eyes were slightly dazed, and his voice was erratic: "When I was a child, all I ate were leftovers. There was no tomorrow after today, and I was often hungry... How could I have imagined that one day I would still be able to eat it? Various kinds of celestial beings, Ganoderma lucidum, and monster meat rich in spiritual energy.”

He paused for a moment, and when he saw Jingjue who tilted his head to look at him with a curious look on his face, he smiled, raised his head and drank a glass of wine.

There was mist and mist outside the magic circle, and wandering souls in armor were wandering around aimlessly. Because of the fog, these wandering spirits wander around day and night.

Probably because he met a good friend when he was young, he suddenly felt a lot of emotion and remembered many things from the past: "...One day, I was waiting at the back door of a wealthy family, waiting for him to come out to take out the kitchen waste. Everyone in that family was there. Someone threw out a gnawed bone with a trace of flesh on it. Old Man Liu was ill at that time, so I wanted to grab the bone and go back to make some bone soup for him. Two beggars also took a fancy to it and beat him. Get up, the servants of that family saw the excitement and stood beside them and clapped their hands."

Jingjue looked at him quietly, twisting the rosary beads one by one in his hand, his childish and youthful face showing compassion like a Buddha statue.

Liu Qinghuan said: "Later, after they beat each other until they were all out of breath, I also jumped in and beat them until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. Finally, I grabbed the bone... I dug a few wild taros by the river outside the city and used I made soup in a broken earthen pot, and I dared not take it back to the beggar's nest until it had cooled down."

Yunzheng patted him and said nothing.

The three of them ate delicious food in silence around the fragrant stove, but they all felt the same.

After a while, Yun Zheng said: "Although I was born in a Yuncheng family and have had enough food and clothing since I was a child, my mother's status is humble. My father's wife could not understand my outstanding talent in cultivation, so she instigated some children from the clan to secretly Bully me. Even with the protection of my father and ancestor, they have many things to do, so how can they always take care of me? Several times, I was almost beaten to death by ignorant children..."

He looked outside the magic circle, as if he was reminiscing, but also seemed to be talking about other people's affairs, as if it had nothing to do with him: "At that time, I understood that relying on the protection of others, I could only cower and hide in the corner for the rest of my life. Only Only when you are strong will others be afraid of you. Until I was ten years old, I tried my best to set up a magic circle, tricked all the children who bullied me into it, and used the power of the magic circle to beat them up. "

Yes, although one of them was poor and the other rich, they both had a hard time when they were young. Although the two never mentioned these past events to each other, it was probably the same hardship that made them feel like old friends at first sight.

Liu Qinghuan put her arm around Yun Zheng's shoulders and said with a smile: "Do you think we are all getting old and we are starting to recall the past?"

Yun Zheng raised a corner of his lips and clinked the wine glass with him: "At our current age, we probably have grandchildren among mortals. However, although your boy's current cultivation level is worse than mine, he has also reached the level of foundation building." The later period shows that he has not neglected his cultivation in these years.”

Liu Qinghuan shook his head. He himself knows his own affairs. Although he is in the late stage of foundation building, he still has a long way to go to reach the Great Consummation. The dual elixirs in "The Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting Immortality" are not so easy to combine and require at least two or three times more spiritual power than other monks.

Yunzheng looked at the sky and scratched his head in distress: "Well, how old am I this year... forty-seven? Forty-eight?"

Monks often stay in seclusion for several years, and sometimes they lose track of their age, including Liu Qinghuan.

Liu Qinghuan said: "You are two years older than me, so I am forty-five or six."

At this time, a clean voice sounded next to him: "I am thirty-one years old."

The little monk Jingjue raised his face with red lips and white teeth and said. There was a struggle on his face, and he suddenly said in a low voice: "I'm going to kill my mother."

Liu Qinghuan and Yun Zheng were startled at the same time and looked at each other in silence.

Jingjue held the rosary in his hand tightly, lowered his head, looked at the ground, and said softly: "From birth to four years old, I didn't say a word. Everyone thought I was mute. All the children in the village bullied me. , so I rarely go out of the house. When I start talking, strange things always happen, sometimes good things, sometimes bad things. One time, everyone in the family went to work in the fields, and I stayed in the yard to feed them. "Chicken, a group of kids came over and threw rocks at me. One of them hit me on the head with a rock, and I was very angry."

Following Jingjue's words, a gust of wind swirled in the magic circle.

Yun Zheng frowned and was about to open his mouth when Liu Qinghuan shook her head at him.

"At that time, I also picked up the stones they threw in, while yelling that you all should die... My mother just came back and appeared behind the group of children..."

Jingjue's voice was very low, almost inaudible, but both Liu Qinghuan and Yun Zheng heard it.

The temperature inside the magic circle dropped sharply, and there was a strange wave surging invisibly. Jingjue seemed not to notice, but he never spoke again, but just sat there like a wooden sculpture.

Everyone has a secret past. Sometimes we think we have forgotten it, but sometimes we just bury it in our hearts. Then, not easily, it appears before our eyes, entangled, changing, and determining a person's life course.

Yun Zheng sighed inwardly and didn't know how to comfort the young monk, so he just patted him on the shoulder.

Liu Qinghuan's face was slightly solemn, and his attention was focused on the adverse bamboo in the sea of ​​consciousness. Just now, the Sword Intent of Life and Death shook again.

The author doesn't know how to compose poetry, so he can only steal ancient masterpieces, cut off the beginning and end, and make up a random poem.

The ancient songs written in this article and the verses in them are all the work of respected ancients. I have adapted them. I also ask my ancestors to forgive the younger generations for such reckless behavior and not to blame them. Because it is combined with this novel, it is not the original poem, and there are many changes. Please don’t laugh at my poor editing, and please forgive me for blaspheming these handed down treasures.

The original poem has several sources, and they are listed as follows: The first four sentences are from "The Legend of Immortals", an ancient Chinese novel collection of supernatural beings written by Ge Hong, a Taoist scholar in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Some people should know that the middle lines are from "Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Farewell" by the poet Li Bai. The next four sentences are from the poem of the Wine Sword Immortal in the game "Legend of Sword and Fairy One".