ninety thousand miles

Chapter 95
After the meal, Li Chuan went to play with the goose cub for a while to clear up his appetite, and then he went back with Gong Er Pang San.

This time, it was Wen Guying who brought them back, so they were placed in the place where the VIPs were received in Sishen Palace. It was a separate small courtyard, and a magic circle was arranged to facilitate cultivation.

Gong Er Pang San saw many seniors and masters, and his desire to seek the Tao became stronger. As soon as he returned to his residence, he enclosed a piece of land and closed himself up. He let Li Chuan play by himself for a few days, so as not to disturb their cultivation.

The two of them want to devote themselves to modern times, and they will be able to be top academics.

Li Chuan stayed in the study for a while, studied the fragments of the Tianyin Pot for a while, and felt that he had no way to start. He stood by the window and watched the scenery for a while. He felt that it was too quiet here, so he decided to go out for a stroll.

He wears a skylark knot, except for some places that are not open, all the way is unimpeded.They all looked around, the scenery was very good and the buildings were beautiful, but they still felt a bit too quiet. Occasionally, monks passed by, but they all walked firmly and went straight to the goal.

In the end, Li Chuan decided to sit in the library for a while.

After walking out of the teleportation array and walking a few steps forward, he saw a familiar figure, it was Mu Ling.

He hasn't left yet.

Li Chuan didn't stop walking, and continued to walk forward.Mu Ling also saw Li Chuan, and he walked over quickly and said, "I've been waiting for you for several days, don't be afraid, I'm here to apologize to you, I was wrong before, I was too impatient."

Mu Ling seemed to have figured it out, and said, "Senior Brother Wen will not harm Senior Brother Guan. There must be something hidden in it. I will ask Brother Wen after he leaves the customs."

Li Chuan didn't hate him either.

He was able to come when Guan Zhongqiu had an accident, obviously he was a person who knew how to repay his kindness.

So Li Chuan said, "Brother Mu, just figure it out."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Mu Ling asked Li Chuan, "Did you come to the library to check something?"

Li Chuan replied: "Just take a look."

"Then are you going to watch the Battle of Refining Heart later?" Mu Ling asked.

Li Chuan felt that this word was very fresh, so he asked: "The battle of refining the heart? What is that?"

Mu Ling explained: "In a few months, the Xuantai Spiritual Light Association will be held. The Sishen Palace is different from other sects. The elders who lead the team do not select disciples, but allow the disciples who can participate to set their own rules and organize the arena. Finally, a list is made and handed in.”

"That's it."

"That's right," Mu Ling said enthusiastically, "and their ring rules, everyone can nominate them, and the final vote is decided. Everyone likes to vote for those rules that seem strange. For example, one year, the rule for the magic weapon competition was Dali A miracle will be achieved, and the magic weapon will directly collide with the magic weapon, whichever is more resistant to falling will win."

"How do you know so much?" Li Chuan was curious, isn't he from the Lingchuan sect?
Mu Ling replied: "Everyone knows, that's why everyone envies the disciples of Sishen Palace." Then he explained to Li Chuan: "For other sects, the once-in-ten-year Xuantai Spiritual Light will be a big event. The performance of the disciples who go out is related to the face of the sect. But for Sishen Palace, it is just to take the disciples to practice."

He looked enviously, "I heard that Senior Brother Wen is leading the team this year, but unfortunately my cultivation base is too poor, and I can't rank in the Lingchuan faction, so I probably won't be able to go."

As he said that, his face showed some unwillingness: "The list will probably be finalized next month."

"Go and fight for it," Li Chuan said.

"Looking at my cultivation, I might barely be able to squeeze in, but it depends on the elder's thoughts. This year, the Lingchuan faction will lead the team..." Mu Ling stopped his voice, and smiled again, "Let's go and see Let's refine the battle of the heart."

"Then take me there quickly." Li Chuan also became interested.

"Row."

Mu Ling took Li Chuan to the direction of the ring, and heard the noise from a distance, and finally felt the popularity.

Although it was called a ring, it didn't actually set up a stage, it just circled a large open space and set up restrictions.

Li Chuan and Mu Ling found a higher place, sat on a rock, and looked down.

Soon, a new one began.

Going to the sky and entering the ground, flying into the clouds for a while, and blasting out several earth pits for a while, the dazzling light of the magic weapon dazzled the eyes.The fight was lively, and with Mu Ling explaining, Li Chuan was gradually fascinated by it.

The sunlight that happened to be hanging on the mountain peak came out of the clouds.

Li Chuan squinted his eyes, and when he watched the fight again, he suddenly saw layers of ripples spreading outward from the center of the fight between the two.It seems that there is a flowing film covering the field of vision.

surge.

Layers of ripples converged into countless dancing vortexes, circling and oscillating. Li Chuan felt that he was walking freely, walking between the flow of light and shadow, as if he just waved his hand lightly, and all the ripples would stop .

At this time, the surging wave changed its shape again, turning into a dot and a horizontal line that he was familiar with, but the positions of the dots and horizontal lines were constantly changing and interlacing.

It turned out to be like this.

Li Chuan subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed the point closest to him.

caught?
Can you really catch it?

It hurts, it hurts!

Li Chuan let go of his hand, opened his eyes, and saw his hand stretched straight forward. The palm was rough, but there was no wound. He clenched his fingers into a fist and let go. Well, there was no problem.

Maybe it was just an illusion just now.

"I'm going!" Mu Ling beside him suddenly shouted, and then the people watching the battle stood up. Li Chuan also hurriedly looked forward, and saw a monk among the two fighters flying out of the field. It looked like it was about to fall off the cliff.

At this time, a light flashed, and someone rescued the monk.

"Elder Wang is here."

"Fortunately, fortunately, why did the restriction suddenly fail?"

"..."

Li Chuan looked at his hands, it must have nothing to do with him.

Mu Ling on the other side also had lingering fears, "Fortunately, there is a poisonous miasma of ten thousand years below. If you fall into it, you won't die, but you must miss the spiritual meeting."

He also said: "It must be that they played too fiercely, and their energy load exceeded the upper limit of the ban. They are indeed disciples of Sishen Palace."

After some chaos, the group arena continued.

Li Chuan and Mu Ling watched it again. Seeing that the sun was about to set, Mu Ling said that he would invite Li Chuan to dinner.

When he walked past the entrance of the group arena, Li Chuan saw a simple stone tablet with many names etched on it.

Mu Ling stopped, pointed to a line of words on it and said, "This is Brother Guan's name."

Li Chuan followed his hand and saw the three large seal characters of Guan Zhongqiu.somewhere in the middle.

"Only monks who have defended more than a hundred games can leave their names here," Mu Ling explained.

"Cultivator Guan's Taoism is one." Li Chuan said.

"Do you think so too?" Mu Ling asked.

"That's the kind of person he is."

(End of this chapter)