Tsing Yi Xiushi and Shi Meiren were communicating and said some secret things.

Zhang Ruochen sat aside and listened quietly.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Luo. ”

Zhang Ruochen took the Zizhu teacup handed over by Luo Shuihan and took a sip.

The tea is very sweet, and after drinking it, the blood flows rapidly, and the whole body exudes a refreshing feeling.

Obviously not your average tea.

The feeling of weakness in Zhang Ruochen's body has been reduced a lot, and even the injury is recovering rapidly.

Originally, using the power of the relics, Zhang Ruochen would have a period of weakness for three or four days, and his cultivation would fall to the bottom. After drinking this tea, Zhang Ruochen felt that it would only take one day at most to get through the weak period.

On the other side, the half-white-haired half-black-haired old man in Confucian clothes kept staring at Zhang Ruochen and snorted coldly: "The tea leaves of this Holy Dao Ancient Tea were personally picked by the old man from the ancient tea trees planted by the Confucian ancestors, and they were originally given to the master of Luoyuan, but I didn't expect that it would be cheaper for you, a junior." ”

Zhang Ruochen always felt that the old man in Confucian clothes was an old stubborn, he thought very highly of himself, he attached too much importance to seniority, and he would show off in front of him if he didn't agree with him.

Is it necessary?

However, the words of the old man in Confucian clothes still made Zhang Ruochen a little frightened.

Eight hundred years ago, Zhang Ruochen heard that there were four ancient tea trees in Confucianism and Taoism, which were planted by four Confucian ancestors and had grown for more than 10 million years, which is very ancient.

However, the catastrophe at the end of the Middle Ages caused three ancient tea trees to be damaged and turned into ashes, and only one ancient tea tree has survived to this day.

Moreover, only a small amount of tea leaves ripen every thousand years of ancient tea trees.

Only the sages of Confucianism and Taoism are eligible to get a few pieces.

The old man in Confucian clothes actually claimed that he personally plucked the tea leaves from the ancient tea tree, Zhang Ruochen naturally didn't believe it, thinking that he was raising his own value and deliberately pretending to be respectable.

The old man in Confucian clothes shook his head and sighed: "The power of the Holy Dao Ancient Tea can help the monks comprehend the rules of the Holy Dao, improve their spiritual power, consolidate their state of mind and holy soul, and refine the Holy Source. An ignorant toddler, taking a sip of tea, can become a prodigy in an instant. The Holy Dao Ancient Tea is of the greatest use to spiritual power cultivators, and it is really a waste for you to drink it......"

The words of the old man in Confucian clothes had not completely fallen, and there was a soft sound of "pop" in Zhang Ruochen's body.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful spiritual force poured out from Zhang Ruochen's body.

Drinking the Holy Dao Ancient Tea actually allowed Zhang Ruochen's spiritual power to break through the bottleneck and reach the level of the forty-seventh order.

The old man in Confucian clothes naturally noticed the fluctuation of that powerful spiritual power, and his face froze slightly, obviously he didn't expect that a junior who cultivated martial arts would actually cultivate his spiritual power to such a deep level.

When he was Zhang Ruochen's age, he had just become a spiritual power half-saint, and he was far away from the strength of the forty-seventh order.

However, the old man's expression quickly returned to his senses, pretending to be calm, and said: "Your spiritual power is barely improvised, compared with my apprentice, there is still a big gap." That disciple of mine has reached the forty-ninth level of spiritual power and is about to become holy. ”

"That new science leader?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"Exactly. ”

The old man in Confucian clothes tilted his chin and stroked his beard lightly, looking smug.

"It's not the champion. Zhang Ruochen said in a low voice.

The old man in Confucian clothes felt that Zhang Ruochen didn't understand the weight of the "list eye", so he glared angrily, turned his face away, and didn't bother to say more to this kid who didn't respect his teacher.

A young man in his twenties, when he saw him, did not salute respectfully, did not show a humble appearance, and even sat on an equal footing with him, which naturally made him angry.

Originally, he was still prompting Zhang Ruochen everywhere, suggesting that Zhang Ruochen was more respectful to him, but he didn't expect Zhang Ruochen to be very unreasonable, and still swaggered across from him.

The old man in Confucian clothes thought in his heart, such a junior who doesn't know how to be polite, he has to find an opportunity to knock him down, lest he go astray and embark on the evil path in the future.

Zhang Ruochen naturally didn't expect that an old man like the old man in Confucian clothes would be careful. At the moment, he was secretly thinking.

Just now, the old man in Confucian clothes called Tsing Yi Xiushi "Lord of Luoyuan", which undoubtedly confirmed the conjecture in Zhang Ruochen's heart.

Tsing Yi Xiushi is one of the ten masters of the Eastern Regions Holy Academy, Luo Xu.

Two hundred years ago, the first person in the Kunlun Realm had reached the supreme extreme realm of the Heavenly Extreme Realm. At the same time, he was also the first world-shattering sage to come out of the Heavenly Demon Ridge.

As Shi Meiren and Luo Xu continued to talk, Zhang Ruochen gradually understood the grievances between them.

This matter has to start from 200 years ago.

At that time, the Demon Sect wanted to expand its power and march into the Eastern Regions on a large scale, competing for interests with the Wushi Qianzhuang, the black market, and the imperial court.

The Demon Sect chose the "Qi Family", an ancient family in the Eastern Regions, as the bridgehead, and gained a firm foothold in the Eastern Regions by controlling the Qi Family as quickly as possible.

So, the Demon Sect Leader ordered that Lin Suxian, the Holy Daughter of the Demon Sect at that time, be married to the eldest son of the Qi family head, Qi Xiangtian.

However, Luo Xu and Lin Suxian have long been a couple.

For this matter, Luo Xu single-handedly killed the main altar of the Demon Sect, killed many Demon Sect masters, and the blood flowed for twelve miles, and even killed a Demon Sect saint with the cultivation of a half-saint.

After all, Luo Xuan was weak, and in the end he still failed to recapture Lin Suxian, and watched his lover marry into the Qi family in the Eastern Regions.

At that time, the person who took action to suppress Luo Xu was Ling Feiyu, who was the head of the Holy Maiden.

Zhang Ruochen also understood that the woman in palace clothes he saw in the Zhuguang Pavilion last night must be the first beauty in the world two hundred years ago, Lin Suxian.

Of course, Lin Suxian is now the deputy palace master of the Demon Sect Holy Maiden Palace, with a high and powerful position, and his status in the Holy Maiden Palace is second only to Ling Feiyu.

Zhang Ruochen sighed, this matter, it is difficult to tell who is right and who is wrong.

After all, in that battle back then, Ling Feiyu had already shown mercy to his subordinates and tried his best to save Luo Xu's life.

If it was, if it was replaced by another Demon Sect powerhouse, two hundred years ago, Luo Xu would have died in the Demon Sect General Altar.

From the perspective of a bystander, Ling Feiyu did not do anything wrong, and even had some kindness to Luo Xuan and Lin Suxian.

After all, with Luo Xuan and Lin Suxian's abilities at that time, they couldn't fight against the entire Demon Sect at all. After Luo Xu's death, Lin Suxian is likely to be martyred.

Now the ending is already the best.

However, as a party concerned, Lin Suxian would not think so, and blamed all the grudges on Ling Feiyu.

She named her daughter "Feiyu", why doesn't she remember this revenge deeply?

Ling Feiyu's cultivation was too high, and Lin Suxian was not her opponent at all, so she had been waiting for an opportunity. It wasn't until Ling Feiyu fought with the Qingtian Blood Emperor and suffered heavy losses that Lin Suxian finally took revenge.

Killing Ling Feiyu was not enough to relieve the hatred in her heart.

She wanted to torture Ling Feiyu and make Ling Feiyu irreversible.

In the world, how many grievances and disputes, in the final analysis, are only because of the word "love".

Luo Xu was able to forgive Ling Feiyu, not only because of the time to dilute hatred, but also because he had a broad mind, he was not distorted by hatred, and he could see right and wrong.

After receiving Luo Xu's forgiveness, Ling Feiyu's state of mind seemed to have recovered a little, and his eyes showed an elite light.

Luo Shuihan handed over a cup of Holy Dao Ancient Tea, Ling Feiyu did not refuse, took the teacup, and took a sip lightly.

Luo Xu said: "With the Holy Dao Ancient Tea and the Seven Lives and Seven Deaths, it should also help the Ling Palace Master to completely recover his mood and will." I only hope that the Ling Palace Lord will not hold a grudge against her for this matter, blame me for everything, and I can help her make up for any wrong things she has done. ”

The old man in Confucian clothes looked at the picture scroll on the table, suddenly realized, hurriedly rolled it up, and said: "Luo Xu, Luo Xu, the old man misunderstood you, it turns out that you are also a liar, and you still say that you want to study the "Seven Lives and Seven Deaths" with the old man. It turns out that you are going to use it to save people. Do you know that "Seven Lives and Seven Deaths" is the treasure of the painting sect, and the old man will also take a big risk to bring it out. ”

Luo Xu smiled and said, "Brother Ju......"

"Don't call the old man like this, although the old man is one of the four holy gentlemen of 'Meilan Zhuju', but, it was calculated by the other three!"

The old man in Confucian clothes gritted his teeth and hated it so much.

"This old guy is actually a painting saint of one of the Four Holy Gentlemen?" Zhang Ruochen felt very surprised.

There is more than one person in the Kunlun realm who can be sainted by painting, however, there is only one person who can be called a saint of painting.

This person is the suzerain of the painting sect, Chu Siyuan, also known as "Mr. Ju", and the sage of qin, chess, and calligraphy, and the four holy gentlemen of "Meilan Zhuju".

Plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum signify noble qualities and noble qualities, and the sages and saints of Confucianism and Taoism liked to use them to express themselves.

It's just that at that time, Chu Siyuan had a young heart, and he only felt that the title of the four gentlemen was very in line with his identity, so he agreed.

When he returned to the painting sect and thought about it carefully, he realized that something was wrong.

If you want to change it back, it is naturally impossible.

Luo Xuzheng said: "Brother Chu, the battle between the Ling Palace Lord and the Qingtian Blood Emperor has made a great contribution to the entire human race. If it weren't for her, it would be very likely that the Blue Sky Blood Emperor would have released the Hades King. Now, the Ling Palace Lord was seriously injured because of that battle, how could a person like you not help?"

The old man in Confucian clothes nodded, feeling that what Luo Xu said was very reasonable, especially the sentence "Gao Feng Liang Festival" was indeed to the point.

The old man in Confucian clothes stroked his beard and said leisurely: "When the Ling Palace Lord enters the "Seven Lives and Seven Deaths", he must go through seven lives and complete seven reincarnations in the picture scroll. Moreover, there must be another person who will enter the scroll with her, guide her, help her reunite her will, correct some of her mistakes, and take her on the path of cultivation. ”

Luo Xu asked, "Guide, what kind of conditions are needed?"

"First and foremost, the facilitator must be someone she can trust. Otherwise, if you choose a random guide, it is very likely that she will be secretly attacked in the picture scroll, leaving some fatal effects. ”

"Second, the spiritual power of the guide must reach the forty-fifth level or above. ”

Immediately, the old man in Confucian clothes explained: "After all, they are going to experience seven lives in the picture scroll and encounter all kinds of human feelings. People who are not strong enough in their mental power, once they exit the picture scroll, it will be difficult to accommodate so many memories in an instant, and they will definitely have a mental breakdown. ”

"Third, the realm of that person's sword path must reach the realm of the unity of man and sword. ”

"You must know that the most important spiritual will of the Ling Palace Lord is the will of the sword. Only someone who is deep enough in the kendo realm has the ability to guide her and find back the will of kendo. ”

The old man in Confucian clothes sighed: "Only those who meet the above three conditions are qualified to become her guide and help her through the seventh life." ”

Even Luo Xuan frowned, it was too difficult to find someone who met such a demanding three conditions at the same time.

At this time, the sky above the cyan wooden ship was completely covered by blood clouds, revealing the figure of a dense group of undead blood clan soldiers.

The two banks of the river were also surrounded by the army of the undead blood clan, and several layers of formations were arranged, for fear that Zhang Ruochen would escape.

A few people in the cabin naturally knew the situation outside, but they didn't pay attention to it, and they were still thinking about the right person for the guide.

Zhang Ruochen noticed something, so he raised his head and stared at Ling Feiyu.

The two of them looked at each other.

Could it be that Ling Feiyu felt that he was a person who could be trusted?

Zhang Ruochen felt a little incredible, after all, the time he and Ling Feiyu had known each other was not too long. Ling Feiyu was actually relieved to hand over himself completely to him?

Zhang Ruochen was not allowed to think too much, and a deep voice sounded outside the cabin: "Zhang Ruochen, this king came to take the monstrous sword on the order of the Blood Emperor." Don't come out yet?"

As the icy voice sounded, an astonishing cold air fell from the sky, completely freezing the wide ancient river into a glacier.

(There is something going on in the past two days, and there are slightly fewer updates, so I can resume the update tomorrow.) ）