Chapter 35 How about you observe the power of my magical weapon? (Please read it again on Tuesday!!)

“That mountain, although ordinary in appearance, is the source of the 8,000-mile Purple Bamboo Mountain spiritual vein. There are thirteen branches extending from Purple Bamboo Mountain… Several of my good friends have dug caves in these branches and practiced hard.”

The panda Kong Mingzi brought the monkey and Ning Xunqiu, pointed to an ordinary mountain a hundred miles away, and introduced it enthusiastically.

Ning Xunqiu responded politely, then used the “Sword Demon’s Eye” to stare at the mountain. He saw the colorful mist around it pouring down from the mountain like a solid entity, like a winding colorful river.

This is a hundred times more exaggerated than the spiritual energy that the “Mysterious Dragon Pearl” exhales…

When the panda Kong Mingzi was about to introduce another lower mountain, the monkey took the lead and interrupted enthusiastically: “Sir, that’s the Spirit Pigeon Valley.”

“Bai Ling’er is very well-informed,” the monkey continued. “She also planted a magical date tree, which blooms every three years and bears fruit every three years. However, I have tasted the dates and they melt in my mouth. I can’t taste anything.”

“If you ask me, the wine brewed by Brother Niu is the best.”

As he spoke, the monkey’s saliva began to flow unconsciously.

This monkey knows all the treasures of each family in Zizhu Mountain by heart and is obviously used to eating and drinking for free. No wonder he wants to go home.

“Over there, look over there, at the foot of the cliff, there lives a little fish…”

Monkey introduced excitedly, “She has a wave sprite. Every summer when it’s too hot to bear, I go surfing there. The speed is amazing.”

When Ning Xunqiu heard the words “spiritual creature” and “water spirit”, his eyes lit up slightly.

Panda Kong Mingzi noticed this and suggested, “Sir, we at Zizhu Mountain will gather together every once in a while to drink tea and discuss philosophy, and share what we have. Then, I will introduce them to you.”

“Thank you, fellow Taoist.” Ning Xunqiu agreed happily.

It was a hundred miles away. A man, a monkey and a panda walked and talked, and it took them about an hour to finally arrive.

“Wizard, what are you doing?”

The panda Kong Mingzi stopped at the foot of the mountain and called out loudly toward the peak, “Disciple Kong Mingzi, I have something important to discuss with you.”

Several people waited patiently for a few breaths.

A sword light descended from the sky and landed steadily beside them.

As the sword light dissipated, Ning Xunqiu looked over and found that the person coming was actually a woman.

She was dressed in a plain Taoist robe, with an ancient long sword tied around her waist, a wooden hairpin casually inserted in her hair, and a red mark between her eyebrows. The breeze blew, and a few strands of hair fluttered gently, adding a bit of unrestrained and free-spiritedness to her.

The woman’s eyes swept across the three people and finally fell on the monkey.

“Little monkey, you still remember to come back? It’s been a hundred years, and I thought you died outside.” The woman said with a hint of sarcasm.

“Big sister…” The monkey turned his head and greeted her.

“Master has found a secret method for you called ‘The Blue Sea Returning Technique’. This method can allow you to return to your original stone form and lock up your spirituality. You should stay in Zizhu Mountain and practice well.” The woman waved her hand.

“Demon Master…” When the monkey heard this, a warm feeling surged in his heart and his eyes became moist.

“All right, all right, be a man, stop crying.”

The woman showed impatience, and quickly stopped the monkey, and taught him a lesson: “In the future, don’t run away from home at every turn. Little monkey, remember, you are a creature of Zizhu Mountain, and Master treats you equally.”

“No, no, no.” The monkey nodded repeatedly.

Ning Xunqiu stood aside, watching the scene quietly.

It seems… the Qigong practitioners in the Qingxu Realm are not that dark? Or is Zizhu Mountain an exception? He couldn’t help but think about living here for a long time.

After the woman finished teaching the monkey a lesson, she turned to look at the panda Sora Akiko, “Panda, what do you want?”

“I’ve met the big sister.”

The panda Kong Mingzi bowed and introduced the woman, “This is Mr. Ning, a human Qigong practitioner. He traveled here and wanted to meet the demon master.”

“My name is Ning Xunqiu, and I am honored to meet you, fellow Taoist.” Ning Xunqiu bowed and saluted, and the more politeness, the less blame will be given.

“Thank you for your courtesy, fellow Daoist. My name is Wenren Hong, and I am the senior sister of Zizhu Mountain.” Wenren Hong bowed in return. “Three years ago, Master was invited to Yuxiao Fairy Island to listen to the Three Immortals’ teachings. It is estimated that he will return in a hundred years.”

“I am now the head of Zizhu Mountain. Fellow Daoist, if you have anything to say, you can talk to me.”

Wen Renhong had a gentle attitude. She had a good first impression of Ning Xunqiu. In addition to his handsome appearance and polite manners, the most important thing was the attitude of the little monkey and the panda.

[Linyuan Region of the East China Sea] Apart from my father and a few true cultivators who treat all spiritual beings equally, there are very few human cultivators who can get along so harmoniously with the “spirits”.

Yuxiao Fairy Island? Fairy?
Ning Xunqiu hesitated for a moment, thought for a moment, and then said, “Fellow Daoist Wenren, I have come here to travel, and would like to build a hut in Zizhu Mountain to practice for a while. Is that possible?”

Wen Renhong remained silent.

Zizhu Mountain does have branches that can be used for cultivation, but why?
“Big sister, you are an alchemist.” Panda Kong Mingzi stepped forward and took out a “Dust Removing Pill” and handed it to Wen Renhong, “This is the Dust Removing Pill…” He said a few good words for Ning Xunqiu. “Alchemist?” Wen Renhong listened, took out a pill and smelled it. “This pill is indeed extraordinary.”

“As long as you provide the necessary precious medicines, I can open a furnace to refine pills for you for free. It can be considered as the rent for my practice in Zizhu Mountain.” Ning Xunqiu took the opportunity to make a suggestion.

“Aren’t you a casual cultivator from the East China Sea?” Wen Renhong stared at Ning Xunqiu with her beautiful eyes, and then she suddenly realized.

This situation is quite common.

The competition for the ancestral bloodline of Shenzhou is fierce, and the laws of the Divine Dynasty are strict. Only a [genuine Qigong practitioner] can get away with it.

The life of the independent cultivators was even more miserable. The gods ordered them to work hard for a hundred years without being allowed to practice. If they disobeyed, the mountains would be destroyed. The independent cultivators did not want to be driven by others, so they could only flee far away to find a place to practice.

There are usually only two or three independent cultivators like Ning Xunqiu in a lineage. Their caves and spiritual veins have been taken away, and they are not good at fighting. They have no choice but to choose to flee far away to seek a chance of survival.

But it could also be that the murderer has escaped here…

Accept? Or not?

Wen Renhong thought for a while, glanced at the nervous expressions of the panda and the little monkey, and said:
“Fellow Daoist, you can choose a branch in Zizhu Mountain to practice.”

Wen Renhong paused and looked serious.

“But – you are not allowed to kill or capture innocent ‘spiritual’ creatures in the mountains.

This sword was refined by Master after a hundred years of hard work. It can slay demons and monsters, and its power is infinite.”

Wen Renhong suddenly raised her hand, and the ancient sword at her waist turned into a sword light that shot up into the sky at her will. The speed was astonishing, and the sword light traveled across the sky and earth, cutting a big hole in the clouds.

“How about you observe the power of my magical weapon, the Flying Hong Sword?”

“Great!”

Ning Xunqiu praised him, and then said seriously, “I am the guest, and I must abide by the agreement with my fellow Taoist.”

“Now that you have seen the power of the Feihong Sword, you will naturally abide by the rules of Zizhu Mountain in the future.” Wen Renhong crossed his arms with a proud look on his face.

Ning Xunqiu knew clearly.

Wen Renhong does have reason to be proud.

The magical instruments in the Qingxu Realm are roughly divided into three levels: magical instruments, magic treasures, and spiritual treasures.

The strength of magic tools depends on the level of Taoism. There is no high or low level of magic weapons, they only complement and restrain each other. Lingbao is the ultimate treasure that suppresses the Taoism.

An offensive magic weapon is equivalent to being invincible at the same level, especially when dealing with independent cultivators who have no magic weapon and no skills to protect themselves, it is as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

It is like an ordinary person holding a semi-automatic firearm and facing ancient soldiers. The scene is so beautiful that I almost dare not look at it.

A real magic weapon with such power is naturally extremely difficult to refine. The most important thing is that the materials are rare. One is the “magic seed”, one is the “evil spirit”, and the other is the “spirituality”.

With the addition of rare high-level spiritual materials as a carrier, it would become a true magic weapon. In total, it would take an ordinary Qigong practitioner hundreds of years to create it.

It is enough to show that the magic weapon Feihong Sword in Wen Renhong’s hand is precious.

But a magical weapon?
Ning Xunqiu’s supreme divine weapon, the Flame Bird, is equivalent to a spiritual treasure in the Qingxu Realm! !

Wen Renhong was holding a magic weapon and “showing off” in front of him… What could Ning Xunqiu do?
What can he do?
He could only smile and say nothing.

“From now on, please respect yourself.”

Wen Renhong nodded with satisfaction, retracted the Feihong Sword that was flying freely in the air, took out the “Blue Sea Return to Heaven Technique” and gave it to the monkey, gave him some instructions, and then returned to the mountain to practice.

The panda Kong Mingzi took the monkey Ning Xunqiu away, found a branch, and built a house together on the mountainside. Then he left with a smile.

The monkey just stood there, staring at Ning Xunqiu, scratching his ears and cheeks, and seemed to want to say something but stopped himself several times.

The secret technique “Blue Sea Returning Technique” can only transform the body back to the original stone form, which can only keep the body alive for a little longer. One still needs to learn the technique of awakening the mind and embark on the path of cultivation before one can continue to live freely.

Seeing this, Ning Xunqiu became playful and tapped the monkey on the head three times. Then he stood with his hands behind his back, silent, and looked up at the sky.

“Oh? Hmm?” Seeing that Ning Xunqiu was slow to speak, the monkey looked around, not understanding what he meant.

Ning Xunqiu turned back helplessly, exhaled and transmitted his voice: “Monkey, come here quietly at three o’clock in the night… I will teach you the art of awakening according to the agreement.”

The monkey was delighted and nodded vigorously.

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(End of this chapter)