ah?The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Chapter 151 Entering the painting
Du Xinghe followed.

This corridor doesn't look far away, about twenty meters long, but the moment you step on the floor tiles, it seems to be extended in front.

She closed her eyes. The sword spirit once said that she had a pair of extremely bright purple eyes, and there were few tricks in the world that could deceive her eyes. This road was indeed lengthened.

"Don't you feel it?"

"What do you feel?"

Yun Yongyi asked her back, his tone somewhat doubtful: "If you are scared, there is no reason for you to stop here."

Du Xinghe frowned slightly, took two steps forward, and turned to look at the silk painting on the wall again.

The guests who were concentrating on listening to the pipa performance turned their heads to look at her, and everyone's face was filled with happy smiles. This kind of change that often occurs in horror games was smoothed out by the joyful emotions in their smiles.

A singer in a red robe even leaned forward and extended her hand to Du Xinghe as an invitation.

After Du Xinghe made eye contact with them, faint music began to sound in her ears. A strange, cheerful atmosphere enveloped her, and the originally dull colors became vivid.

The painting comes alive.

Just as the sword spirit felt something was wrong, his master happily touched the singer's white and soft hand and was led into the painting by her.

——Cultivators with purple wisdom pupils are naturally suitable for practicing alchemy and refining, but they are also very easy to be seduced by demons in secret realms and places full of miasma. After all, the fact that they can be perceived and noticed will itself attract those beings wandering on the edge of the world.

……

The moment you are drawn into the painting, a fragrant breeze blows towards you.

What came into view was a lively scene. A man stood beside a red lacquered 羯鼓, beating it with both hands, and dancers danced gracefully. Everyone smiled when they saw Du Xinghe. No one asked her where she came from. The maids holding cups and plates saluted her. The wine glasses were rippling with a honey-colored light, and the aroma of wine mixed with the fragrance of women's makeup drifted past the nose, making people feel distracted.

"Now that you're here, take a seat."

The man surrounded by guests bowed to her from afar. When Du Xinghe was about to walk over, she was stopped by a waiter, who respectfully asked her to remove her weapon and promised to keep it properly.

Before Du Xinghe could refuse, the host saw her reluctance and took the initiative to say, "If the guest doesn't want to, don't force it. Come, I have an empty seat here."

The room was filled with guests, except for an empty seat next to the host, as if it was reserved for her alone.

Du Xinghe remained expressionless and walked over.

The sword energy filled her body, blocking out the scents of cosmetics, wine and food around her. Wherever she strode, the air became three times more chilly.

Du Xinghe: "I don't have an invitation."

"Anyone who comes is a guest. Why bother with an invitation? Come, take a seat."

The host was a handsome middle-aged monk with a beautiful beard and youthful eyes. He personally poured wine for Du Xinghe, and she took the glass and drank it all in one gulp, and the glass was immediately empty.

Firstly, there are few alcoholic beverages in the world of immortal cultivation that can poison her.

Secondly, the monk in front of her had an abundant vitality that was beyond the reach of a person drawn on paper. She suspected that he wanted to kill her, so there was no need to poison her first, which was a waste of time.

...Her careful considerations, in the eyes of the sword spirit, were that her own child was really tough, and would get to work right away, and would never keep fish under the bowl.

"The girl is a rare straightforward person." He said with a smile.

Seeing that the cup in Du Xinghe's hand was empty, the maid next to her leaned over to fill it for her.

The honey-colored wine reflected the night sky, and a crescent moon hung in the cup.

There was singing and dancing all around, and when the food was finished, the waiters immediately removed it and replaced it with new plates full of food in the blink of an eye. Du Xinghe had not had a few days of enjoyment and leisure since he traveled to the Xiuxian Continent. When he closed his eyes, he suddenly realized that he had returned to the days when he was in the palace. He was a little dazed for a moment.

The sword spirit wanted to remind her, but the next moment he found that his originally sharp sword blade was entangled by a pool of black liquid and could not move.

Even though it was not well educated, it could recognize that it was ink.

hateful……

"Is there anything worth celebrating tonight?" she asked the middle-aged monk.

The other party was amused: "For us cultivators, besides achieving the Tao and becoming immortals, is there anything else worth celebrating?"

When he laughed, the guests around him also laughed: "People in the world want to ascend to heaven and become immortals, do you know where to ascend to?"

This is a difficult question for Du Xinghe.

Let alone where to ascend to, even the cultivators close to the realm of ascension... Among the people she knew, there was only Emperor Ying Cang. Such secrets could only be known by a family of immortal cultivators with a long history of learning. Ordinary cultivators could only vaguely imagine a heaven with heavenly soldiers and generals. Without waiting for Du Xinghe to answer, he continued with a decisive tone: "Bai Yujing!"

The white jade capital in the sky has five cities on the twelfth floor.

Du Xinghe had naturally heard of this well-known poem, but the statement about Bai Yujing can be traced back to "Ge Hong's Pillow Book", which said that Yuanshi Tianwang lived in the center of the sky, which was called Yujing Mountain. There were 810,000 heavenly roads leading to 810,000 mountains and caves.

Du Xinghe is temporarily skeptical about its authenticity.

At least in Pingyun Continent, the idea of ​​ascending to Baiyujing is not popular.

"You can become an immortal by ascending to Baiyujing, but how many people have been able to reach the Mahayana stage throughout history? Then it occurred to me, don't we just need to find the door to Baiyujing?"

When talking about his plan to become an immortal, the middle-aged monk's eyes flashed with a crazy light, so bright that it was burning.

When Du Xinghe heard this, he had already concluded that the other party was a lunatic.

But she was still curious and asked, "How do we find the door to Baiyujing and open it? Do we need to kill many people?"

This is generally the routine.

The villain thought that by killing a lot of people he could summon the Gate of Truth and fulfill his wish.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged monk cast a contemptuous look at her: "What is the value of human life?"

The implication is that no matter how many lives are lost, it is not worthy.

Then he asked her if she had listened to some evil cultivators' slander and believed it, thinking that she could improve her cultivation by killing some mortals: "Don't believe in these evil ways. Mortals are not useful for this."

It turned out to be an anti-fraud science lesson for her.

Du Xinghe nodded: "You are right. A mortal's life is not enough. Then what can we use to open the door of Baiyujing? The life of a cultivator?"

The middle-aged cultivator was surprised at first, then he remembered something when he saw the sword on her waist, and said, "I was surprised why you talked about fighting and killing right away. It turns out you are a sword cultivator, no wonder. We are not such cultivators, so we should not mention such things as killing people at the banquet."

Crossing the Galaxy:...

"Excuse me."

She apologized

If the sword spirit had not been restrained by the ink with strange power, he would really want to laugh three times and call him a soulmate.

The middle-aged cultivator's expression eased a little. He said that he was an instrument cultivator, and ever since he knew of the existence of the Baiyujing Gate, he had wanted to refine that gate.

"You may find it strange, but since sword cultivators can seek the truth with a sword, why can't weapon cultivators refine the steps to immortality themselves?" He looked a little excited: "Li Shiyang's golden elixir was refined by himself using an elixir furnace!"

Li Shiyang is a well-known ancestor of alchemy, and his honorific title is Huanzhen Taoist.

When Du Xinghe was practicing alchemy with Master Rong Yu, she had heard of his reputation, but she didn't know about this matter. She thought to herself, "It's a bit too shocking to use an alchemy furnace to refine the golden elixir."

"You have five golden pills, so why can't others refine them using a pill furnace?"

Du Xinghe's pupils shrank slightly.

She didn't ask why he knew this, but instead asked, "So, you worked so hard to refine the Baiyujing Gate, why didn't you enjoy it alone, but invited so many people to join you?"

It can't be that two people can go together and one can go free.

Or he could be the one who recruits people to the heaven, and he would be the middleman responsible for taking a commission.

"I have already refined the door. The spiritual energy behind the door... Let me tell you this, compared to it, even the spiritual energy in the secret realm can only be called poor. Living in Baiyujing, there is no need to practice hard. Every breath you take every day will improve your cultivation."

"The benefits of ascension are self-evident, but what happens after ascension?"

According to him, the immortals who had ascended to heaven in a proper way would definitely look down on him, and it would be good enough if they didn't kill him easily. He wanted to go to Baiyujing with some like-minded friends, hide there, practice with the help of the rich spiritual energy there, and help each other.

This "welfare" was supposed to be given to his fellow disciples, but the middle-aged monk's wish was regarded as heretical and fanciful by his fellow disciples. Due to some misunderstandings, he was expelled from the sect. After becoming a lonely man, he decided to set up his own sect to pursue his ideals.

"We gather here today just to open the door to Baiyujing!"

The middle-aged monk stood up and raised his glass.

Other guests echoed.