Rebirth of Journey to the West: My Father's Yellow Robe Monster

Chapter 81 "Yin Yang Jietian Sword Classic" (subscription required)
The atmosphere in Wang Yu's mansion was a bit gloomy. The female official who came to pass the decree closed her eyes slightly, her expression was cold, and there was a hint of sarcasm in it.

Just when Wang Qingtong opened his mouth, there was a sudden burst of laughter not far away, "Your Majesty Zheng is safe, Qingtong and I were originally from other places. She went to the Qingcheng School to practice since she was a child. Everyone knows."

"Although you want to receive the order, where is the ceremony of kneeling down?"

"Qingtong, since it is His Majesty's grace, why don't you quickly accept the decree to thank you."

Master Jingxuan wore a moon-white robe, with three thousand blue hairs fluttering, and held the dust whisk in his palm, he naturally had a kind of aura that was like a bright moon in the mountains, not walking on the world of mortals.

With her appearance, the situation that was already tense and on the verge of breaking out suddenly eased.

"So it's Master Jingxuan, I wonder why you came here?" The female officer surnamed Zheng said indifferently, feeling a little unhappy.

If a woman from an ordinary family was favored by His Majesty, she would already be kneeling happily to welcome the imperial decree, how could such a thing happen.

If something goes wrong in the errand, although the other party will not end well, she will not be able to eat and walk around.

At this time, Master Jingxuan spoke, and did not let the situation continue to deteriorate, and she was happy to see it succeed.

Wang Qingtong frowned slightly, she had a very good personal relationship with Grandmaster Jingxuan, and this high-ranking celestial being took good care of her in the past.

"Qingtong, accept the imperial decree first, and then think of a way. You must not try to be quick."

Master Jingxuan's voice transmission came from her ear, and seeing the anxiety hidden in her eyes, she hesitated for a while.

"Don't forget that your father's life or death is still unknown. If you resist the decree now, you are killing him on the coercion."

Master Jingxuan used a secret method to transmit sound, anxiously persuading, his voice became more and more urgent, with a bit of reprimand.

Wang Qingtong's body froze slightly, and her expression became a little ugly. Looking around, her expression became more and more indifferent, and she walked forward after a long time, saluted, and accepted the imperial edict.

"The daughter of the people accepts the order, thank Your Majesty Long En, long live, long live, long live."

The envoy Zheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, ordered a few follow-up matters, and left.

Master Jingxuan looked at Wang Qingtong standing there blankly, sighed secretly, didn't persuade her any more, just patted her on the shoulder lightly.

"Qingtong, you have to think carefully."

"Don't be impulsive and destroy yourself."

"Now that the imperial decree has been issued, when the Ministry of Rites enters the register and you enter the palace to pay respects to the queen, you will be considered talented."

"I know you don't want to."

"But sometimes this is our fate, even if we resist, it won't change anything."

Master Jingxuan's expression was gloomy, and his eyes were filled with melancholy, as if recalling something from the past.

Wang Qingtong raised her head slightly, looked at Master Jingxuan, and said decisively: "But I don't want to, my swordsmanship doesn't believe in fate."

"The method I cultivate is inherited from the ancient teachings, and it is necessary to intercept a ray of life in the vast destiny."

"Although I don't have such strength and supernatural powers, my heart must never be subdued."

The ancient sword buzzed behind her, like a dragon chant, joyful, jumping for joy, every word and every sentence was like an oath, resonating with the heart of Dao.

"I believe that even my father would never want me to commit myself to the palace for him."

"If so, he will kill himself in the palace."

"My Wang Qingtong's father, how could he be a man who coveted life and feared death, sold his daughter for glory?"

Master Jingxuan saw that Wang Qingtong's jade face was cold, without any hesitation or sadness, but only tenacity, unyielding and sharp edge, as if seeing the staunch and decisive dragon girl back then.

She was completely stunned, "Like, you and your mother are so much alike."

"if……"

"If I could be like you, maybe I wouldn't have come to this point in the first place."

At some point, two lines of tears flowed down Master Jingxuan's face, and the scenes of the past involuntarily emerged in his mind.

If it wasn't for him, how could she lead the cultivation practice and never marry for the rest of her life.

"Maybe, it's really me who is wrong."

She looked bewildered, and it took a long time to come back to her senses. Regardless of the tears on her face, she smiled and said to Wang Qingtong: "I underestimated you and your father."

"Since you have made your decision, I will help you."

"But when it comes to His Majesty at this time, you must not act impulsively. If you collide head-on, your head will be broken and your family will be ruined."

Seeing that Wang Qingtong was silent, Master Jingxuan smiled lightly and said, "It will be a while before the official appointment by the imperial court. This period of time is our last chance."

"I'll help you find a way to get out."

Wang Qingtong's expression was slightly moved. She knew what kind of crisis and consequences Master Jingxuan would face if he did this.

"why?"

"Why do you help me like this?"

The tears on Master Jingxuan's face were still wet, but with a wistful smile on his face, he turned and left.

"Just treat it as if I want to help my former self!"

"If I can have your determination today."

"Maybe everything could be different."

Wang Qingtong looked at the back of her leaving, and felt that this senior who was unpredictable in the past was just a sad and infatuated woman at this moment.

"It seems that Master Jingxuan also has a past that cannot be recalled!"

She returned to her senses slightly, looked at the imperial decree in her hand, and there was a sword in her eyes boiling.

"Oh, the emperor?!"

Wang Qingtong turned around and went back to the house. At this time, her gray hair was crystal clear and glowing. Faced with such an encounter, her sword heart has been tempered. Not only was it not broken, but it went even further.

"The "Yin-Yang Jietian Sword Classic" I practiced is the method that leads directly to the Dao. It's a pity that the inheritance of the master's school is not complete, and the highest can only be cultivated to the realm of the gods."

"And lacking the most important method of training the mind, one can only practice in the world of mortals and sharpen one's mind."

"Emotional Tribulation and this catastrophe, neither can destroy my sword heart, but will only make my swordsmanship more sharp and advance by leaps and bounds."

The cyan sword light in Wang Qingtong's pupils evolved various mysteries, "It's a pity that the time is still too short, as long as I have another three months, I can try to break through the earth immortal."

"Once you become an Earth Immortal, your status will be very different."

"Even the emperor should be respected. It's impossible to do this. The edict has always recruited me into the palace as a concubine."

"It's just too deceiving!"

"Time!"

"I don't know if it's too late."

From the beginning to the end, Wang Qingtong never put her fate in the hands of others, even if Master Jingxuan had promised to help her.

But she only believed in the sword in her hand!
This is Qingcheng Sword Cultivator.

Take everything from the sword, not from the song.

Rather Stick to your guns.

Wang Qingtong could clearly feel that his soul seemed to be surrounded by a mass of fire, which was the manifestation of the power of catastrophe, and it was the fire that sharpened the heart of the sword.

"Thousands of hard work will eventually become an immortal sword embryo."

"The sword scriptures of the ancient Jiejiao were originally intended to refine one's own soul into a sword fetus."

"Bathed in the three disasters, cut through the nine heavens with one sword, and finally achieved the Dao."

"The foundation is not stable now, and time is running out..."

"Perhaps, we can force a breakthrough."

"I just don't know what happened to Li Lang?"

(End of this chapter)