The only way

Chapter 206
In the 810th year of the Tianyuan calendar, at the beginning of May, the season when durian flowers first bloom.

The Daozong of the Three Qing Dynasty and the competition for the Inner Mountain Dao officially opened.

The battle on the ancient battlefield that started every sixteen years has begun to take shape.

Since the Jade Talisman of the Zongmen sent the message to the disciples, the battle on the ancient battlefield kicked off. There were 720 disciples from the Inner Mountain of the Sanqing Taoist Sect who signed up.

Nearly half of Neishan Foundation Establishment disciples.

Among the 720 six people, there are only fifty places.

When the sky bell of Sanqing Dahuang Town rang, countless disciples opened their eyes and pushed open the gate of the cave.

Every sect has some magic tools to call on disciples and announce important events.

For example, the Taoist sect of the Sanqing Dynasty had a bell called the Tianzhong of Dahuang Town, and the bell was not ringing for no major events.

Whenever the bell rings, something big will happen.

As soon as it sounds, it can enter the ears of all disciples.

Three rings can enter the ears of disciples and elders.

Six rings can be heard by the whole sect, even if it is closed to death.

Nine rings are related to the life and death of the sect, and the sound of the bell can be heard across the state.

The competition for quotas in the ancient battlefield is also a rare and lively event in Neishan, so it also got this kind of treatment.

But within the Sanqing, who are not disciples of the death pass, or elders of the retreat, can hear the sound of this huge bell, cleansing the sea of ​​consciousness.

Taiqing mangosteen house.

With her eyes closed, the young girl in green clothes who was meditating suddenly heard a faint bell ringing in her ears, neither light nor heavy, but it touched people's hearts directly, calming the sea of ​​consciousness.

The sky clock of Dahuang Town.

Lingchu suddenly opened his eyes. This magic weapon has existed since the establishment of the Sanqing Taoist sect. No one knows its specific grade. The door is highlighted.

The sound of this bell is grand and quiet, but it will not disturb the monk's mind. On the contrary, hearing the sound of this bell often can cleanse the altar and calm the mind.

However, in order to ring this bell, the minimum cultivation level must be Jindan.

Moreover, even if it is Jindan Daoist, there can only be a crash.

At this moment, when the bell rang, it was announced to all the disciples that the competition for places in the ancient battlefield had begun.

Crash.

Just as Lingchu got up, the branches of pink peach blossoms by the window rustled softly, and several scorching peach blossoms flew into the room, circling around Lingchu.

Looking along the flowers, all eyes are light pink.

Half a year ago, when Lingchu came back from the underground black market, he got a drop of lotus dew that Aunt Fenghe gave to the peach tree. After dripping into the peach tree, the peach tree with spiritual roots bloomed full of peach blossoms overnight.

Moreover, the flowers bloom undefeated.

Approaching the window sill, Lingchu reached out and touched the peach tree lightly, with a faint smile on his face.

The peach tree shook gently, and a burst of joy entered Lingchu's heart.

"Clear sky, I'm going to Dao Zhengtai." Looking up at the pink crown of the peach tree, Lingchu said lightly.

On the intertwined branches, the little snow-white tiger who lay lazily and dozed opened his eyes suddenly, one golden and one blue eyes of different colors were shining brightly.

Leaping down from the peach tree nimbly, the snow-white cub fell into the embrace of its owner obediently.

Lingchu nodded Qingkong's head, with a playful look on his face, "You look more and more like Senior Exorcist."

Qingkong let out a soft cry, rubbing her small head against Lingchu's shoulder, opening a pair of strange-colored eyes, with an extraordinarily innocent appearance.

"Let's go, let's fight for the platform."

Shaking his head and laughing, Lingchu flicked his sleeves and opened the door, the ink sword emerged under his feet, turned into a rainbow light, and flew into the space between heaven and earth.

In the sky of Sanqing Inner Mountain, countless rainbow lights of various colors danced at this moment.

Today is the first day of the competition for the quota in the ancient battlefield, and Neishan can't help but be empty, of course, it is only for today.

The Sanqing Dao fights for the platform, the Dao fights for the Dao, and the Dao fights.

It is an open arena for disciples of the Daozong of the Three Qing Dynasty to fight martial arts.

When Lingchu arrived at Dao Zhengtai, the square was a hundred meters in all directions, and there were hundreds of monks standing on it like ants.

"Senior Sister Yu! Here! Here!" Not far away, the excited Yu Xiaoxiao jumped up and down, waving her hands, and shouted.

Not at all monkish.

However, on the stage lined with hundreds of monks, this voice is indeed not very loud.

Where Yu Xiaoxiao was, there were Jiang Hanyan, Yun Haotian, and Zhan Taimingyue.

Because of the opening of the ancient battlefield this time, many disciples of the Zongmen who traveled abroad have returned, which is why the Zongmen has to issue a jade talisman notice one year in advance.

It is to give the disciples who are away a certain amount of time to come back.

It's a pity that among Lingchu's acquaintances, Wu Yun didn't rush back.

Lingchu looked at her friends not far away with a smile, and also showed a big smile on her face unconsciously.

And at the same time as the bell rang.

Sanqing Outer Mountain, inside a Jindan real person's cave.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator wearing a disciple's robe rolled the teacup in his hand to the ground, his face was like snow, and he looked panic-stricken.

"Master! What did you add to the tea?"

The young monk in his 20s struggled to get up, but fell heavily on the chair with no strength at all. In his meridians, the spiritual energy was empty, and he couldn't even sense his spiritual consciousness.

It was as if in an instant, he had become a mortal.

On the other side of the table, the middle-aged monk who was also sitting on the chair lightly smelled the tea in the teacup in his hand, and glanced at the frightened young man with neither salt nor light.

"What did you add?" The middle-aged monk laughed out loud, and patiently explained to the young man, "Naturally, he spit out the truth. In the underground black market, it is considered a rare item. The old man is not easy to come by, but give it all. You used it."

Spit the truth!
The panic expression on the young man's face was instantly covered by shock, his eyes were wide open, he stared at the middle-aged monk, his mouth opened, and he said with difficulty, "Master Liu, you. This is you."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by himself, and the young man heard himself utter a word, "Old man!"

As soon as these words came out, the astonishment in the young man's brows disappeared, and Sisi hid it fiercely, biting his mouth tightly and not opening his mouth.

Old man?
The middle-aged monk called the old man smiled instead of anger, "It seems that this spit of truth has already begun to work, okay, very good, Tong Fang, today, you and I have a good chat about my granddaughter, Mengyi .”

The young man was Tong Fang, who had only recently returned to the sect because of the incident on the ancient battlefield.

The middle-aged monk is naturally Liu Mengyi's ancestor Liu Zhenren.

After seeing the memory spar that day, Zhenren Liu already had doubts in his heart, but Tong Fang had already gone on a trip and was not in the sect. Zhenren Liu waited for a while, and before his patience ran out, he happened to know The opening of the ancient battlefield.

It was expected that Tong Fang would return to the sect to participate in the competition for the quota in the ancient battlefield, so Zhenren Liu restrained himself and waited quietly in the sect.

Sure enough, Tong Fang came back before the quota competition started.

Then, in the name of advice, Liu Zhenren summoned Tong Fang, and for the upcoming quota competition, Tong Fang came over impatiently.

Master?Liu Zhenren remembered how Tong Fang called him, and there was a strong sarcasm in his eyes. This name was what Mengyi called him back then, which meant that he was both an elder of the teacher and a grandfather.

And Tong Fang followed Liu Mengyi's name because he was in love with Liu Mengyi back then. Looking at it now, it is really ridiculous.

Real Liu looked at Tong Fang who was full of horror, and sneered, "Tong Fang, let's have a good chat."

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