On the Yinqing Peak of Qingyuan Mountain, an irregular blue water mirror floated in front of a white-robed figure. The reflection of the mirror reflected a thin and weak girl wearing a half-worn floral cotton dress. She was sitting on a mottled drum stool, holding a celadon bowl in one hand and a soup spoon in the other. She kept eating something, and her two calves kept shaking. Looking at her satisfied expression, those who didn't know better would think that she was eating some delicacies. Who knew that it was just steamed locust flower lumps.
Yun Yi had a faint smile on his face, and that smile reached his eyes. Although the little girl's hair was yellow and her small face was thin, as if she had been tortured by hunger for a long time, she was so thin that it made people pity her. However, her eyes were so big that they were shining with intelligence. Especially the satisfaction in her eyes and face at this moment. That kind of happiness made people unable to take their eyes off her.
He had to find her as soon as possible and bring her to Qingyuan Mountain. Although he could not guarantee that she would have a good meal here, at least he could guarantee that she would have enough food and clothing. Yun Yi looked at the little girl's small arms that were as thin as sticks and overturned his decision from last night. A jade talisman appeared in his hand out of thin air and he gently crushed it…
In the main hall of Qingyang Peak, the main peak of Mount Qingyuan, the white-haired sect master of the Qing-Yun Sect was listening to his disciples report on their experience down the mountain. Suddenly, he raised his right hand and interrupted the report of the last disciple he was most proud of. His eyes turned to the forbidden area of the Qing-Yun Sect. That was the place where the Grandmaster of the Emerald Cloud Sect went into seclusion. Normally, no one was allowed to disturb him without his summons. His Master, who had a rather eccentric temperament, rarely summoned his disciples. Not to mention the youngest generation of the Qing-Yun Sect, even the last disciple of the Sect Master had only heard of him. He had never seen an Itinerant Immortal ancestor with his own eyes!
It had been many years since his master had appeared in front of the Qing-Yun Sect. The sudden summoning this time surprised the Sect Leader of the Qing-Yun Sect, Qingxuan, but he was also a little surprised. He did not say anything and stepped on the Pine Pattern Sword and disappeared in front of the disciples. His youngest disciple, Qin Jinghong, looked in the direction where his master had left. That was the place where the old ancestor of the Qing-Yun Sect, who had successfully built his foundation at the age of twenty, formed his golden core at the age of twenty-eight, and transcended his tribulation to become an Itinerant Immortal at the age of one hundred and sixty-seven, lived in seclusion. He could not help but reveal a yearning expression on his face.
Beside him, a Qing-Yun Sect disciple who was about seventeen or eighteen years old asked curiously,""Little Uncle-Master, the Sect Master left in a hurry. Could something have happened?”
Qin Jinghong smiled and shook his head at him. He said in a proud tone,""Master left in the direction of Yinqing Peak. That's the only loose immortal residence of our Qing-Yun Sect in thousands of years.”
"Ancestor? More powerful than the Sect Leader?" The young disciple's face was filled with disbelief.
His master, Qin Jinghong's second senior brother, Li Muran, revealed an expression of how he had accepted such a stupid disciple. He slapped the back of his head and said,"Yang Chunyu, do you even have a brain? Your sect master's grandmaster is in the Aurous Core Stage, but grandmaster has already broken through the fetal movement and transcended the tribulation to become an immortal. Who do you think is stronger?”
Yang Chunyu rubbed his head, which had been hit by his master, and smiled embarrassedly. The smile on his face was simple and honest. Li Muran shook his head. This new disciple of his could only be considered to be above average, but fortunately, he was willing to work hard and was diligent in his cultivation. Although she was a little stupid, she was honest and would not cause him trouble. He was still quite satisfied with this.
" Disciple Qingxuan greets Master…" Qingxuan's voice trembled with excitement. How long had it been since he last came to this simple and unadorned thatched cottage? Ten years or twenty years? After so many years, he wondered if his master was still as elegant as before. His cultivation had improved again, right?
"Come in!" That familiar cold voice did not sound any different from before. However, he, who was familiar with his master's temperament, heard a hint of urgency and lost his usual calmness.
Qingxuan was secretly surprised. How many years had it been? The words and actions of his master that he was familiar with rarely revealed his emotions. Today, what affected him?
After entering the thatched cottage, his master's graceful figure appeared in front of him. Qingxuan's old eyes heated up, and a feeling of admiration arose spontaneously.
Yun Yi sat cross-legged on the stone bed. He slowly opened his eyes that could see through everything and looked at his proud disciple. In his 260 years of life, he had only taken in two disciples. One was Qing Li, who had gone missing after investigating the movements of the Demon Realm, and the other was Qingxuan, who had white hair and a youthful face. Qingxuan was a late-blooming immortal cultivator. He successfully built his foundation at the age of seventy. At the age of 116, he actually withstood the Thunder Tribulation and formed the Golden Core. He became one of the few Golden Core experts in the Qingyun Sect.
Thinking of that past, Yun Yi could not help but shake his head. In order to keep him in Qingyuan Mountain, the sect master's senior brother had very actively passed the position of sect master to Qingxuan, who had just successfully formed his core, and he himself had retired to the position of sect master. If he wanted to leave, how could a disciple hold him back?
Qingxuan saw that his master was staring at him without saying a word. He could not help but feel uneasy. He lowered his head and secretly glanced at his master."Master, you called me here…May I know what instructions you have for me?”
If there were other people in the cottage, they would be surprised. A white-haired old man with white hair and chicken skin bowed respectfully in front of a handsome young man in his twenties. It was indeed very strange.
However, such a situation in the cultivation world was nothing to be surprised about. It must be known that once a self-cultivator succeeded in building their foundation, their appearance would no longer change with the passage of time. The lifespan of the Building Foundation Stage Cultivators had also increased from a hundred years to two hundred years. After successfully forming the Core, one's lifespan would be extended to five hundred years. After successfully transcending the tribulation, one's lifespan would be extended to two thousand years.
Qingxuan only succeeded in building his foundation at the age of 70. Of course, his appearance was much older than Yun Yi, who had broken through to the foundation establishment stage at the age of 20. No one would doubt that Qingxuan was Yun Yi's grandfather.
Yun Yi's slender and well-proportioned hand gently waved, and a water mirror appeared in front of Qingxuan again.
"Look!" Yun Yi pointed at the thin figure in the water mirror who was half-lying in the sunlight, covered with a faded blanket. She squinted her eyes like a lazy cat." Qingxuan, send a few of your most reliable disciples to Fengchi Kingdom in the east. Find this little girl and bring her back as a disciple. I will teach her personally…"
Qingxuan looked at the water mirror in surprise. She was as thin as a cat abandoned by her master, but her expression was as if she had just eaten a small fish. What was so special about this little girl that her master would personally accept her as his disciple and even personally teach her? He believed in his master's judgment. She must have something extraordinary about her. Could it be that she had a rare heavenly spirit root or a strange spirit root? Or a supreme-grade Heaven Spiritual Root with only one attribute?
Yun Yi saw the expression on his disciple's face. After being the sect master for so many years, this disciple still could not keep his emotions hidden. He knew what Qingxuan was thinking, but he didn't point it out. He just reminded him,""This woman will definitely be the target of the cultivation world in the future. Fortunately, I made the first move yesterday and took her into the sect. Your mission is to bring her back and take her under your wing…"
Uh…he seemed to have said that Qin Jinghong was his last disciple during the sect opening ceremony and that he would not accept any more disciples in the future. However, since his master had personally appointed him, he could only destroy his pretense and accept him as his disciple. When Qingxuan left the thatched cottage, he had mixed feelings.
At this moment, the main character in the water mirror, Gu Ling 'er, was lying comfortably under the warm sunlight. She pointed at the blooming flowers and smiled at Little Lian, who was sewing under the locust tree."Tonight, let's eat 'Hibiscus Stewed Pork' to detoxify and nourish the skin. It's most suitable for people who are weak like me!”
This little fellow was addicted to cooking with flowers!
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