On Kyoto East Street, the young Taoist priest sat cross-legged, folding a fan in one hand and supporting his cheek in the other, lazily chanting:

"Three hexagrams a day, hexagrams are like nature, and they are all fateful, but ask for a sign, everyone, pass by, don't miss it!"

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked at the inner castle of Kyoto, his eyes full of surprise.

Ordinary people may not be able to feel it, but he clearly found that in the inner city, suddenly, an extremely rich and pure aura of heaven and earth appeared, and even caused the aura of Kyoto to converge from all directions.

Looking up, in the sky above the place where the aura is the strongest, there are faintly colorful auspicious clouds emerging, exuding colorful glow, looming!

"This is a vision of heaven and earth, who has condensed such a strong aura fluctuation?"

The young Taoist was puzzled in his heart, and hurriedly pinched his fingers, but his face turned bitter gourd-shaped, and he muttered:

"My little ancestor, why are you again, what kind of trouble are you making again!"

He sighed, didn't dare to be careless, felt the divine thoughts that appeared in all directions, and immediately stood up, the long sleeves of the Taoist robe waved violently, and a qi machine turned into a breeze and rolled up, covering the auspicious clouds without ordinary people seeing it.

Then he rolled up his sleeves, and it actually disturbed the qi induction of this heaven and earth in an instant, making it impossible for people to perceive the place where the previous vision was.

After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt an indifferent gaze from the palace thirty miles away.

The young Taoist priest smiled bitterly:

"Poor Dao just helped his friend cover up the heavens, so as not to cause alarm in all directions, and he didn't touch the rules."

In the Linyuan Pavilion of the Imperial Palace, the national teacher Chen Wushuang stood in the attic on the top floor, looking indifferently at the young Taoist priest dozens of miles away, and was silent for a moment before he said slowly:

"Don't take it as an example!"

Then as soon as he raised his sleeves, he also swung out a qi machine to restore the heaven and earth that had been disturbed by the young Taoist priest, but the glow also disappeared into the void.

This method is obviously more powerful than the young Taoist's previous concealment of heavenly opportunities!

From the conversation to the blocking, the two were completed almost instantaneously, without causing much movement.

But after all, the previous movement was too great, and almost all cultivators in Kyoto could feel the fluctuations of the rich aura, as well as the changes in qi formed by the crazy convergence of the aura of heaven and earth.

So there are still many people who notice the abnormality...

In Prince Gong's mansion, the powerhouse of the Tongxuan Realm, who was also quite a status in Confucianism, looked at the disappearance of the aura convergence, and was silent for a long time.

There was also a young man beside him, wearing a cyan robe, with a grim face, holding a scroll, with some doubts in his eyes, and he raised his eyes to look at this gentleman who was him, and said coldly:

"Sir, what was the previous vision?"

The powerhouse of the Xuan Realm, looking at the student in front of him who was only fourteen years old and could read and cultivate his mind, his eyes became much softer, and he said lightly:

"It should be someone who inadvertently released the aura of the strange treasure, but someone quickly obscured the heavenly machine, and I couldn't find out which one it was, but looking at the direction, it should be in this inner city."

The young man bowed slightly, and then smiled:

"It seems that there will be a lot of powerful people in this gathering, so that I can arouse some interest."

The powerhouse of the Tongxuan Realm, who seemed to be Mr. Xiang's teaching, chuckled twice, patted the other party's shoulder and said:

"No matter who appears this time, it will not be my apprentice's opponent, the master has high hopes for you, this competition of the Immortal Battle Platform can also be regarded as a trial before you enter Haoran Academy, as long as you can come out on top, you will naturally have a bright future."

The young man did not speak, but there was a trace of extremely confident and proud look on his face, the fourteen-year-old cultivation state of mind, in the Confucian lineage, his talent can be regarded as among the best, and he naturally has proud capital.

In front of the imperial study in the palace, His Majesty the Young Emperor stood in the courtyard, and beside him, there was an extremely young young man with a sword, who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, and both of them looked up and were silent.

A moment later, a forbidden soldier hurriedly came, knelt on one knee, and said urgently:

"The national teacher has a saying, but someone unintentionally disturbed the heavenly opportunity, and there is no big deal, so Your Majesty does not have to worry."

The young emperor lowered his head, looked at the forbidden army guard, thought about it, and said softly:

"Got it, step down!"

The forbidden army saluted with fists, then bowed and retreated, and it was only then that the emperor looked at the silent young man beside him and said:

"The weather was strong before?"

The young man frowned slightly and said:

"The aura is very strong, rare in the world, as for the vision of heaven and earth, it should be blocked by a master, I can't see it clearly."

The Emperor nodded slightly, then smiled:

"If it was really made by the people who participated in the gathering this time, which one do you think it would be? Prince Gong's Mansion, that new Confucian genius, or my good sister, spent a lot of money to invite the first scholar of poetry from Wuya Academy. ”

The young man thought for a moment and said:

"It doesn't look like it's in the palace, but it shouldn't be far away, it may be in the inner city, it's hard to say who it is. But it doesn't matter, whoever wants to win the championship will have to try to ask if they can ask me about the sword behind me. ”

The Emperor shook his head and smiled:

"It's strange to say, obviously you are a disciple of a Confucian sage, but you love swordsmanship, and now I really don't know whether you are a sword cultivator or a Confucian cultivator."

The young man said lightly:

"It makes no difference, who said that a scholar can't practice a sword? When the sages of our generation were in the ancient flood and famine, and the human race was in trouble, didn't they also hold a book in one hand and a sword in the other, and then they spoke the great truth of that day? ”

The young emperor didn't say anything, but smiled and said:

"Are you confident that you can help me hold this gathering?"

The young man said casually:

"I only hope that in this competition, someone can let me express a sword."

Also located in the palace, the princess's mansion independent of the three palaces, Princess Changyang is still a poem, and she is not moved by the external turmoil that her subordinates came to inform.

And in her study, there is also a young man who is tirelessly reading, his eyes are full of exploration, and every time he reads a good sentence that is refreshing, he will smile leisurely and drink wine.

After Princess Changyang finished writing, she put away her pen and returned, only then did she raise her head, first looked out the window, and then looked at the reader, but there was a trace of complexity in her eyes, which flashed.

I searched for a long time, but I couldn't find that Xie Gongzi, and finally had no choice but to beg Li Lao to introduce this scholar, who is known as the first poet, although I know in my heart that this person's knowledge and cultivation can be regarded as demonic.

But one bad thing is that this person has no desire, and he doesn't like to fight, he only loves to read, so it has become the biggest problem on his side.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a little angry in her heart, because yesterday, when she saw the list of final candidates submitted, she actually saw the news that she was looking for the long-term unsuccessful Xie Gongzi, and he appeared as a martial artist from the Zhennan Palace.

This made her a little puzzled anyway, she had been looking for so long, but she couldn't find the other party, how did he hook up with Zhennan Wangfu.

In the end, Princess Changyang could only explain the matter by saying that her cousin was too lucky.

Because she knew very well that her second uncle had almost monopolized all the monks in Kyoto who might help the Zhennan Mansion in order to lose face for the cousin of the third uncle's family. So much so that they couldn't even find a single person who could help them before.

Perhaps, it was precisely because of this that the somewhat mysterious Gongzi Xie found them.

This cousin of mine is really lucky!

Princess Changyang couldn't help but feel a little hungry, but the matter has come to this, she can't change it, she can only hope that with this scholar, she can compete a little bit when the time comes, even if there is only a little bit of fighting, she is confident that she can win this game.

Even if that Gongzi Xie is here!

And all this, Lin Xiuyuan, who has been immersed in absorbing the aura of heaven and earth and cultivating the innate true intent, knows nothing.

Since the beginning of his practice, he has been absorbing spiritual energy again and again, refining his true intentions, and he has not stopped for a moment.

Time passed quickly, and he was still sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed, without the slightest pause, and he had already entered the deepest level of cultivation, and he had not even noticed the changes in the aura that began to weaken around him.

It wasn't until the multicolored spar suddenly dimmed, dissipated the glow, and fell to the ground again, and the aura around him was scattered, that he felt it and slowly opened his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, it is pitch black, and the full moon hangs high...

Lin Xiuyuan was slightly stunned, he had been practicing for a whole day!

He subconsciously looked at the multicolored spar that fell to the ground, the light on the spar had become dim, and on the half-cut crystal, there was no multicolored color, and it became transparent.

He picked up Xuanjing and looked left and right, feeling slightly relieved in his heart.

The power in the hedron is much weaker, but it has not completely dissipated, that is, it is still useful.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiuyuan finally showed a smile on his face, and even vaguely excited, he couldn't wait to look inside the dantian, and then saw an orange ocean, occupying nearly half of the dantian, slowly floating, exuding a desolate atmosphere that people couldn't look at directly, domineering and powerful.

He never imagined that just one day of cultivation could accumulate so much orange true intent in his body.

He clearly felt that with the accumulation of orange true intent, the strength of his whole person seemed to have reached a higher level, although his cultivation had not broken through the forging realm, the true yuan circulation in his body had far exceeded the level that an ordinary qi cultivation realm should have.

Not only that, he vaguely felt that his body that had already cultivated to the limit seemed to have a slight breakthrough under the shroud of the colorful glow full of spiritual energy this time, and the meridians in his body were more mellow and wishful, as if there was a vigorous evolution.

He even vaguely noticed that he seemed to be able to continue forging again.

Isn't my regressive body at the limit of my physique?

Such a thought suddenly appeared in Lin Xiuyuan's heart......