Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan felt lost, watching the beautiful figure go away step by step, taking away some of his persistence.

Between men and women, there is never peace and joy after they are in love. What we have experienced includes countless helplessness, forced compromises, worries about looking forward and backward, and inescapable responsibilities.

And his responsibility may have been destined from the moment Sansangmu chose him.

As time goes by, one day he will let go.

Or maybe one day they will meet again.

He told himself this, turned around and walked back to his residence step by step.

He had already done his part in reinforcing Sao Feng Continent. As for the alliance's decision, he was not prepared to get involved any more.

Now his cultivation level has been forcibly instilled by Sansangmu to reach the Great Perfection of the late stage of Jindan, but his state of mind has not yet arrived, so the premonition of forming a baby has been delayed.

Ming Yangzi asked him to return to the sect for seclusion, not to let him practice, because his cultivation had reached the point where he could no longer improve, but actually to protect his safety.

Sansangmu appeared in the world before, so it is difficult to guarantee that this matter will not be noticed by interested people. After all, there were many people there that day, and most of the Nascent Soul cultivators from the Yin Yue Blood Realm took advantage of the chaos to escape.

If the fact that he possesses the sacred tree is exposed, it will probably cause a big shock in the entire interface. People from other worlds will send a large number of people to fight for it, and there is no guarantee that there will be no disloyal people on their side.

Therefore, since he came out of the Wuyuqiu mine, he has been opening the mask given by Zhenjun Penghua, hiding his true cultivation level that has soared to the point of doubt.

From the early stage of the Golden Elixir to the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir, if you don't count the more than two hundred years he spent in Qianzhong Departure, it seemed to the outside world that it only took him less than a hundred years. This speed is really astonishing.

But Liu Qinghuan didn't want to go back to the sect for retreat, because he had reached the level of cultivation but not the state of mind, and retreat had little effect on tempering the state of mind.

I really can't explain my state of mind, whether I have an epiphany in one breath, a wasted thirty or fifty years, or a life of hardship.

Liu Qinghuan thought about it and decided to go to Eagle's Nest City with Mingyangzi's consent. It just so happened that there was a group of people on Qianye Mountain who had to rotate with the people on duty there, so he wouldn't look conspicuous among them.

The Eagle's Nest City is a place where you can know all the news on the front line in real time, but it is not involved in the war for the time being.

In the next few days, he took care of the things in his hands one by one, and then drank the tea given by Di Rou.

The ceremony was very simple. No outsiders were invited. In addition to Ming Yangzi, there were also Poison Lady and Yan Jing present.

After the two met, they sat on opposite sides and looked extremely polite, as if they were two strangers.

Poison Lady and Mu Yinyin were sworn sisters, so she was a little dissatisfied with him. If today was not the ceremony for her beloved daughter to become a disciple, she might not be willing to see him.

Yan Jing finally found some time and had to go back soon. It was probably when the father and daughter recognized each other that the aloofness in him had reduced a lot, and he looked at his daughter lovingly.

Liu Qinghuan put the tea cup he took a sip on on the table, took out a jade box, and handed it to Di Rou who was kneeling in front of him: "You are the first disciple I accept, and you may be the only one. Your skills What I practice is the art of the shaman clan. I have never dabbled in this way, so I can't give you guidance. I'm often absent on weekdays, and I can't give you much care. But since you sincerely want to worship me as your teacher, I can't give you any guidance. I also feel that we have a relationship between master and disciple, and I have received your apprenticeship ceremony today. This box is a defensive magic weapon, which is given to you by the master for self-defense."

Di Rou held the box and worshiped it again respectfully: "Thank you Master. Master has given me the grace to regenerate. If Master hadn't treated me that day, I might have turned into a cup of loess today. Therefore, Di Rou has always kept this in mind. I dare not forget Master’s kindness in this life, and I only hope to serve Master all the time.”

Liu Qinghuan smiled happily and said, "Get up and formally worship your master."

Ming Yangzi sat on the other side, watching everything with a smile.

After the simple apprenticeship ceremony, Liu Qinghuan stayed in Yandang Castle for a few more days, and then followed the team of monks on duty to the Eagle's Nest City through the teleportation circle.

Through years of development, the Eagle's Nest City has doubled its size. There are many mountains in the city, and pavilions and palaces can be seen everywhere. Near the southeast is a large piece of flat land with a large number of shops and wide streets, but there are not as many people coming and going as before.

Nowadays, most people from the entire Yunmengze Continent have gathered in the Eastern Wasteland, so the Eagle's Nest City, which used to be bustling with activity, seems much quieter, and the monks flying between the peaks seem to be in a hurry.

As soon as a monk accompanying the team came out of the teleportation circle, he took a deep breath and said loudly like he was venting: "Finally, I came out of that damn place in Qianye Mountain!"

His words immediately attracted echoes: "Yes, we are really lucky not to die there."

"Ha, it's the turn of the guys who have been guarding the safe rear here to taste our experience. Now when I think of Qianye Mountain, I feel the smell of blood in my nose."

Everyone was filled with emotion, looking at the peaceful Eagle's Nest City, they all felt like they were in another world.

Liu Qinghuan did not come here with his true identity this time, but transformed into a middle-aged man with a simple and honest face, standing silently behind the crowd.

The leader was a golden elixir monk from a small sect. He said: "Let's go and hand over the work first. Don't forget that we are not here to hang out. Everyone has a mission."

As he said that, he identified the direction: "Those who are going to the city guard, come with me."

A dozen people stood up from behind and followed that person to the outskirts of the Eagle's Nest City.

After a while, the crowd dispersed, and soon, silence returned in front of the Teleportation Array Hall.

Liu Qinghuan made sure that there was no one behind him, and then he landed halfway up a mountain. He turned to a forest and came out again. His face changed again. He was of medium height, with plain features, and was wearing an inconspicuous blue gown.

Because he hid his identity, he naturally could not go to the Wenshi faction's station in the city. Instead, he walked on the spacious streets while thinking about what to do next.

He doesn't plan to live in seclusion and to sharpen his mind, so he doesn't plan to live in isolation. But suddenly he didn't have to fight with monks from other worlds, and he couldn't practice, which made him feel confused for a while, and he couldn't find his way.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. It seemed that his life was really miserable and boring. Apart from practicing and fighting, he didn't even know what to do.

As he was walking forward absentmindedly, a quarrel interrupted his thoughts.

At some point, he had walked to a small street. The ground was paved with bluestone pavement. On both sides were shops with low facades. The eaves stretched out, making the street appear even narrower.

A group of people gathered in front to watch the excitement, blocking most of the street, and fierce arguments came from the store.

Liu Qinghuan slowly walked over and looked up to see the words "Qingfeng Teahouse" hanging on the lintel. It was just a storefront with a large area. There were eight or nine ordinary wooden tables in the hall, barely separated by curtains. The entrance and cafe space are opened.

In the middle of the door, a wooden sign that was broken in half was thrown there, with two words on it: For Sale.

A short man with a sinister look on his face was shouting loudly: "...I have prepared the spirit stones, but now you say you won't sell them? That's not how business works!"

Two men in Chu clothes behind him echoed: "You yourself said you wanted to sell this teahouse, and you set the price yourself. If you refuse to sell it now, wouldn't it be bullying?"

"If you ask me, it would be great if someone wants this shabby place. If it weren't for the kindness of my brothers, who would buy it!"

Liu Qinghuan had nothing to do, so he simply stood still and prepared to listen to the lawsuit.

The young man on the fifth level of qi training opposite blushed and shouted: "My teahouse offers a hundred yuan for low-grade spiritual stones, but you are only willing to give out twenty yuan. You just want to buy and sell by force. Who is the bully?" ! Get out!"

The onlookers were probably from nearby businesses, gathering together to whisper and point.

The short man chuckled, glanced around indifferently, and said with a trace of sinisterness on his face: "Jiang Nian'en, don't forget that we are from the White Tiger Hall! You'd better take this bag of spiritual stones, if you still want to die If so! You still think that your dead mother is still here, but no one is supporting you now!"

The words of the three people were thrown at them, but they were just insults.

The young man's chest heaved violently, obviously suppressing his anger. He stood there with a gloomy expression, clenching his fists tightly, but did not say a word. Instead, he slowly calmed down and allowed the three people to scream.

Liu Qinghuan nodded secretly: There are countless injustices in this world. If you can't overcome it, you can only endure it.

He didn't know how powerful the White Tiger Hall was, but this young man was obviously powerless and couldn't stand up to it. There were only two ways in front of him, either to the death or to swallow his anger.

Although it is momentary to feel happy when the fish is dead and the net is broken, it may lead to greater disasters. If you swallow your anger and discuss it later, you may not be able to avenge today's insult.

Liu Qinghuan just glanced at him and saw that this young man had quite good spiritual qualifications, and now he seemed to have a very tough mind, much better than the three crooked melons and bad jujubes opposite him. Given time, its future will be bright, but it would be a pity if it suffers from these dirty methods.

Some of the onlookers were angry, some were afraid, and some were indifferent, but no one stood up.

Liu Qinghuan looked around and looked away lightly. Naturally, he was not prepared to stand up and shout for justice. First, there were too many such facts, and he was not a saint, so he couldn't handle them. Secondly, everyone has their own life. He blocked this young man today. If similar things happen to him in the future, can he continue to follow him?

The joys and sorrows of life must be experienced by yourself before you can understand them. And it seems that they can't fight. It's not a matter of life and death. If he interferes, he is nosy.

The young man finally raised his head and glanced at the three people opposite him one by one, as if he wanted to engrave their looks in his heart. He stretched out his hand: "Okay, this teahouse belongs to you, give me the spirit stone. "

The short man was stung by this gaze and stepped back. Then he took a step forward angrily, threw the storage bag behind him, maliciously took out a spiritual stone, and said: "What, you don't accept it? Just because With your disrespectful attitude, I decided to take back my previous words.”

He threw the low-grade spiritual stone in his hand at the young man, smiled proudly and contemptuously: "Take it and get lost!"

Liu Qinghuan shook his head, it was not good to be too close.

As expected, the young man couldn't bear it any longer. A spiritual sword appeared on the ground in his hand, and he said bitterly: "Zheng Shiren, don't bully others too much!"

There was a crash, and the onlookers quickly stepped back, and the three people each took out their magical weapons, and their momentum instantly became tense!

The short man shouted: "Jiang Nian'en, do you still think that in the past, you had the support of your short-lived mother who was in the early stage of foundation building? Come on, offend me, the White Tiger Hall, so that you can't leave the Eagle's Nest City!"

Liu Qinghuan grabbed the person next to him and asked: "Is private fighting allowed in Eagle's Nest City?"

The person he held shook off his hand unhappily, glanced at him warily, and said: "Of course not. But now the defense is empty, and this corner can't be controlled at all. By the time the patrolling monks arrive, the fight will have been long gone. Finished."

Liu Qinghuan frowned, and heard the short man still shouting: "When your mother Wu Yingbao was alive, she didn't dare to mess with our Baihu Hall, who do you think she is?"

Liu Qinghuan said "Hey", and the young man yelled: "Don't you scumbag mention my mother!" Then he rushed forward with his sword.

The three men here also showed their fierce looks. The short man controlled a short dagger with a poisonous blue light shining on it, while one of the other two released a fireball technique and the other shot a string of water arrows.

Liu Qinghuan sighed, it seemed that he had to take care of it even if he didn't want to. However, it had been a long time since he had seen the fighting skills of low-level monks. Seeing these low-level spells, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. With a wave of his hand, all the people on both sides fell backwards, and even the onlookers staggered.

This turn of events caught everyone by surprise, and they looked around in a panic. The short man immediately jumped out and cursed: "What kind of grandson plotted against your grandfather!"

Their eyes quickly focused on Liu Qinghuan, because he was the only one still standing firmly.

Liu Qinghuan walked forward, waved his sleeves again, slapped the three people who got up and threw them out again, and said in a cold voice: "Noisy!"

In an instant, a trace of awe-inspiring aura swept away from him, but this time it was different from just falling out before. How could the three people withstand it and fainted as if they had been hit hard.

He walked up to the young man and said condescendingly: "Your name."

The young man's eyes were full of surprise and fear, and he said with a trembling voice: "S-Senior, my name is Jiang Nian'en."

"What's your mother's name? What's your...grandfather's name?"

Jiang Nianen was stunned for a moment, probably because he didn't expect Liu Qinghuan to ask such a strange question. He calmed down and answered: "My mother's name is Wu Yingbao, and my grandfather's name is Wu Tianyong."

Liu Qinghuan sighed. It seemed that he had heard correctly. This young man was indeed the child of Wu Niuniu whom he had saved with Jixudan.

He has a really deep connection with the Wu family, and he has met three generations of the family.

Jiang Nianen had already climbed up from the ground and asked cautiously: "Senior, who are you?"

Sorry for being late today! Yesterday I asked about the heroine and found that the feedback from readers was very enthusiastic, but the opinions were different. Some people wonder why the male protagonist inexplicably falls in love with the female protagonist as soon as he sees it. Well, in fact, love at first sight does exist. However, the story in my book is not just love at first sight. Careful people can actually tell from some details that they have another origin.

Haha, if you say anything else, it's a spoiler, so shut up.

It can only be said that the heroine will appear later, and the plot about her is relatively late, and it is a big plot. Well, I decided to keep this line, sorry for the readers who like no heroine.

Also, please subscribe! ! ! Tell me, why does anyone know the plot behind it? Is it worth being a fan or a trainee? In this way, the author will be sad and have no motivation to write. If there is no motivation, he will stop updating. If he stops updating, he will become a eunuch. Eunuch... they are all caused by piracy!