Changyang

The waves on the blue sea were constantly surging, and a thousand feet high in the sky, a red jade and white-sailed cloud ship was moving forward at an extremely fast speed.

The sunset at the corner of the sky seems to blend with the blue sea and sky, purple and blue mixed with orange and red, forming a strange scene.

Soon the cloud ship penetrated the sunset, which was as bright as a dye house, causing violent distortion and fluctuation. In the blink of an eye, the cloud ship disappeared into the torn space in the sky.

After a while, the sunset returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

The monks in the cloud boat all felt a pulling force. Chang Yang was sitting on the bench in the room, holding on to the leg of the tilted table with one hand. There was a faint pain in his ears. It took about half a cup of tea to feel this way. Gradually fade.

After another hour, various footsteps began to be heard outside the corridor, accompanied by conversations.

Chang Yang was not in a hurry to go out, but instead went to the bed to meditate. Then he took out four high-grade spiritual stones, held them in his hand, closed his eyes and slowly absorbed them.

She has reached the peak of foundation building and is about to ascend to the golden elixir. However, the spiritual energy she usually absorbs is far from enough. She also needs a large amount of spiritual stones.

I heard that the great sect has always had a spirit gathering array for its disciples to use. I wonder if there is such a place in the star world where abundant spiritual energy can be gathered.

There are very few impurities in high-grade spiritual stones, and the user hardly needs to work hard to remove them.
It was rare for Changyang to use four at a time, and she fell into deep concentration. She didn't open her eyes until several hours later. Her eyes were clear and her body was light and peaceful, but...

"Is something wrong?"

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw half of the ink black shadow floating on the opposite side. Even though her face was blurred, it could not hide Bi Ling's resentment.

"Junior, it's been seven hours!" Bi Ling asked her, "Don't you want to go outside and have a look?"

Changyang stood up without saying anything. She took out a pot of cold water from her storage bag and took a few sips. She had already discovered that this spirit seemed to have been held in the pen for too long. She was curious about everything and liked to float around. And you can spy on what's happening around you at any time, but you can't be far away.

Probably because of recognition of the Lord.

"You should be the pen left by the pen repairman." Chang Yang took out the green bamboo and jade pen and placed it on the table. His eyes glanced at the words on the dome of the pen crown, "The name of the last owner was Changhua?"

The black shadow in ink hesitated: "It should be...it's so old that I can't remember clearly."

"what's your name?"

"I don't remember." The black shadow floated in front of the table, looking down at the words engraved on the green bamboo and jade pen, and an idea flashed, "Let's call it Changhua."

Chang Yang frowned: "Isn't that your former master's name?"

"She's dead anyway, so what's wrong with using her name?"

"..."

Changyang was silent for a while and asked, "What do you know?"

"Me? Of course the pen can be used for writing." Changhua said matter-of-factly.

"I'm asking what benefits you can bring to me?"

Changhua shook his head and looked disapproving: "Junior, you are too utilitarian. This is not good."

"Really?" Chang Yang smiled at her, "Is it good if you steal my spiritual power?"

This time it was Changhua's turn to be silent.

After a long time, she said awkwardly: "I only steal a little bit every time, how did you find out?"

"If you can't even notice the loss of spiritual power in your body, how can you cultivate?" Chang Yang stared at Changhua, "You have benefited from me, so you must repay me."

Changhua floated around the room, muttering softly: "Xingqi, originally I thought you were a good person because you had a kind face and clear eyes."

Chang Yang heard it clearly, but was unmoved: "Since you can cultivate a spiritual body, you must be good at it. If you help me improve my cultivation, I can also gain more spiritual power."

Changhua hesitated: "But you can't draw well and can't be a brush repairman, and I can't help you."

With the words that looked like a dog crawling and the ugly paintings that made people want to poke their eyes out, she felt that the other party definitely didn't have this talent.

Changyang seemed unable to hear the unfinished judgment in her words: "I can learn."

"I can teach you how to practice calligraphy, but I can't force this thing." Changhua said with some distress, "Actually, I should have copied some secret scrolls before, but I can't remember them for the moment. I will be able to do it when I think of a technique that suits you. Let me give you some pointers."

"Yes, if you want to get more spiritual power, you have to give corresponding rewards." Chang Yang spoke frankly about this spiritual power and did not hide his thoughts.

The black ink shadow stopped fluttering at some point. Changhua looked at the young female cultivator sitting at the table, and the original excitement of coming out to fly was greatly reduced.

Although it is normal to exchange benefits, she still likes more innocent people.

This time, before his spiritual power was exhausted, Changhua took the initiative to return to the pen.

Changyang glanced at the green bamboo and jade pen on the table, and she could naturally feel a different atmosphere than before, but she didn't care at all.

"Duk, tuk--"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Fellow Taoist, the deacon said that we will reach the star realm in two hours. Do you want to go out for a walk together?" Ping Qingyun stood outside and shouted.

Chang Yang flicked his hand, put the green bamboo and jade pen into his storage bag, stood up and opened the door.

"I heard from fellow Taoists around me that the space here is strangely beautiful." Ping Qingyun looked at her expectantly, "Now that the cloud ship is stable, we can go to the deck to have a look before arriving at the star realm."

He was curious and didn't want to rush to crowd on the deck with everyone, so he waited until this time.

Changyang stepped out of the threshold and closed the door: "Let's go."

"Fellow Taoist, I don't know your name yet." Ping Qingyun followed her and asked.

"Changyang."

"My name is Ping Qingyun, because my parents hope that I will rise to the top from now on." Ping Qingyun took several big steps in a row, and finally walked side by side, "Fellow Taoist Changyang, what does your name mean?"

Changyang lowered his eyelashes: "Taken from Changle Weiyang."

"I know this sentence." Ping Qingyun suddenly said excitedly: "It's Changle Weiyang, and he will be blessed forever, right? Very good wishes."

"Ah."

"Fellow Taoist Changyang and I are indeed destined, and both of our names have good wishes." Ping Qingyun felt that the relationship between the two had become closer.The two walked from the lower three floors to the deck. For more than seven hours in the past, the monks who were curious about the astral passage had already gone back after viewing it. At this time, there were not many monks on the deck.

"It's really strange and beautiful!" Ping Qingyun looked at the surrounding space and couldn't help but sigh.

The flow of space here seems to be stagnant, but the cloud boat is still moving rapidly. The jade ribbons of various colors in the sky are flowing and intertwined, which is strange and charming, and it is shocking to watch.

Chang Yang had never seen such a scene before. He looked up at the high sky, his heart was touched, and his face showed a rare look of concentration belonging to a young man.

Just as the two of them were looking at the strange colors in the sky, the cloud boat suddenly jolted!
"What, what's wrong?!" Ping Qingyun bent his legs and was helped by Chang Yang beside him to prevent him from falling.

Chang Yang didn't know what was going on, so he subconsciously pulled him to run to the room on the third floor. The monks around him didn't respond slowly and rushed towards the hatch.

However, everything happened too suddenly, as if it was hit by some kind of critical attack, and the entire red jade cloud ship shattered into pieces.

The young monks on the deck had no time to react and fell down together with the split ruby ​​deck.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The feeling of falling from a high altitude made Ping Qingyun couldn't help shouting. He hurriedly turned the green beads on his wrist, closed his eyes and muttered: "All gods help me, and all bad things turn into good fortunes. All gods help me..."

The moment she fell, Changyang summoned her sword and tried to control the flight. However, the airflow caused by the collapse of the cloud ship made it impossible for her to control the sword smoothly, and there were sharp ruby ​​​​shards hitting her head.

She held on to Ping Qingyun's collar to avoid the debris, letting go of all her senses. Only after she fell away from the violent airflow did she have the opportunity to fly with her sword.

"All the gods help me, and I will turn all dangers into danger... Huh?" Ping Qingyun noticed that his feet were steady, he couldn't help but open his eyes, looked down, and found that he was standing on the sword.

He raised his eyes and looked at the familiar thin figure in front of him, and was immediately moved: "Fellow Taoist Changyang, you are indeed my blessing!"

Changyang had no time to pay attention to him and concentrated on driving the sword downwards.

I don’t know when, the magnificent and strange sky disappeared, replaced by an endless earthy yellow from a distance below.

"It's a desert!" Ping Qingyun shouted.

When the two of them could clearly see the true appearance of the boundless earthy yellow land below, Chang Yang suddenly felt that the sword was out of control and unable to move.

"Fellow Taoist Changyang, why are we falling?!" Ping Qingyun also noticed something was wrong.

"You can't wield a sword here." Chang Yang simply put away his sword and said, "Take care of yourself."

Without the support of the sword, the two of them fell straight down. When they were about to fall, Chang Yang used his spiritual power to protect his whole body and rolled on the spot, taking away most of the impact.

Next to him, Ping Qingyun had some experience in falling from the air, so he knew how to protect his head and limbs. He rolled a few times on the ground and only suffered a few scratches.

The two of them got up from the yellow sand one after another. Changyang tried to control the sword a few more times, but still couldn't.

"I didn't expect that I didn't even enter the star realm in the end." Ping Qingyun spat out a few mouthfuls of sand with a sad face, "I still want to stay in the star realm for ten years."

Changyang looked at him: "Why do you have to stay for ten years?"

Ping Qingyun was stunned: "Didn't your sect tell you? The star realm will take ten years to select the star master and star king. During this period, when we enter the star realm, we have abundant resources to utilize, and the speed of our cultivation advancement is far faster than that of the four realms."

"Moreover, even if the Star Master and the Eleven Star Lords are not selected in the end, as long as they can stay until the day of the conferment, others will have the opportunity to serve in the Star Boundary." He added, "Such a good opportunity only comes once every thousand years. We Just in time.”

Chang Yang said thoughtfully: "That's it."

The master is less than a thousand years old and has never entered the star realm. He must have not informed him in detail back then.

"Master! I forgive my disciple for his incompetence. He cannot enter the star realm and cannot be transported for the Transshipment Sect!" Ping Qingyun raised his hands to the sky and shouted dejectedly.

"It's not over yet." Chang Yang reminded, holding the sword, "This should be another trial to go to the star realm."

Ping Qingyun turned his head instantly: "Really?"

Chang Yang recalled the situation at that time: "When the Yunchuan accident occurred, the deacons were nowhere to be seen and did not say a word."

"It might be who attacked the deacon first and then destroyed the cloud ship."

"The cloud ship began to split from the center, and here..." Chang Yang pointed to the desert sky, "A formation has been set up to interfere with our sword control."

The two deacons on the peak said that they would be eliminated soon. Chang Yang thought that at least they would have to wait until they entered the star realm, but he did not expect that the selection process had started since he boarded the cloud ship, and now it was probably another round of assessment.

"Let's go." Chang Yang stretched out his hand, "If you give me five high-grade spiritual stones, I will protect you."

Ping Qingyun Qiqi Ai Ai asked: "Fellow Taoist Changyang, can you exchange it for blessings of good luck?"

"You said you were rich?" Changyang frowned.

"He is rich." Ping Qingyun's eyes wandered, "I have four high-grade spiritual stones."

He only said that he had money, but he didn't say that he had a lot of money.

Chang Yang: "..." Even she has ten high-grade spiritual stones given by her master.

Seeing the person walking away, Ping Qingyun quickly chased after him.

"Fellow Taoist Changyang, although my cultivation level is not high and I cannot change the great luck, I can still change the small luck. You believe me!" Ping Qingyun followed her, injecting spiritual power into the green bead on his wrist, and said in his mouth Saying, "All gods will help me, I will have good luck. All gods will help me, I will have good luck..."

There was a rock protruding from the downhill slope of the desert. Ping Qingyun didn't pay attention at all. He tripped over it and rolled down quickly in an instant.

He felt like the world was spinning for a while, and finally he plunged into the yellow sand and finally stopped.

Chang Yang, who witnessed everything: "..."

Ping Qingyun waited for a long time, then used both hands to support himself, and finally pulled out his head. He shook his head, and dust suddenly flew into the air.

"Sneeze! Sneeze!" He sneezed several times in succession, and suddenly felt something strange in his peripheral vision. When he looked carefully, he found a high-grade spiritual stone.

Ping Qingyun became energetic, pushed aside the yellow sand with his hands, and kept groping, and sure enough, he found a few more high-grade spiritual stones.

"One, two, three, four, five!" Ping Qingyun's eyes were gleaming, "All gods wish me!"

He immediately turned around holding five high-grade spiritual stones and shouted: "Fellow Taoist Changyang! I have spiritual stones!"

Standing on the hillside, Chang Yang looked at Ping Qingyun, and suddenly his eyes narrowed. Instead of being happy, he quickly drew his sword and threw it at him!