Merchant's daughter is not a concubine

Chapter 378 The Legend of Qinglian 20: No Freedom

Early the next morning, Song Qinglian went to find Master Zhengxu.

Master Zhengxu asked Song Qinglian about his understanding of the Purple Lotus Extinguishing God Bow, Song Qinglian said it, and seeing her practice one more time, Master Zhengxu was stunned: "I didn't expect you to understand it thoroughly."

After talking and pointing a few words, let Song Qing practice slowly by herself.

Under Canglan Hall, many disciples raised their heads and looked at Song Qinglian's retreating figure from a distance, with envious expressions on their faces.

"The Master Master is now officially instructing Senior Sister Qinglian."

Dan Tong happened to be with these disciples, and hummed disdainfully: "The real person in charge of the sect is indeed amazing, but she is far behind Senior Sister Linglong. Senior Sister Linglong is personally guided by the emperor."

"How can we compare with Senior Sister Linglong? If we can get Master's advice, then it's fine." That's why they envy Song Qinglian so much.

"Hmph, anyway, she will never be as good as Senior Sister Linglong." Dan Tong turned and left after speaking.

Song Qinglian went to Shili Gulin to practice after leaving Canglan Hall.

Ke Zi sat on the side playing the piano, and she meditated beside her, comprehending the exercises.Even with Ke Zi by her side, she can relax and settle down.

"Hmm..." Song Qinglian suddenly opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Ke Zi smiled.

Song Qinglian raised her hand, only to see a faint, irregularly shaped light and shadow jumping in her hand.

"You want an arrow?" Ke Zi asked.

"Yes." Song Qinglian frowned slightly. "But this exercise requires a bow first. It is an exercise that requires a medium."

There are two kinds of exercises with a medium and those without a medium.Those without a medium, like Han Jin's Yuanji Fire Phoenix and Xiao Xiaoyan's Gangfeng Silver Dragon Spear, are all formed by the condensation of hand formulas and spiritual power.And Fengyan Sword Jue is a technique with a medium, and the technique must be performed through a physical sword.Each has its own advantages.

It is convenient to look at one's own cultivation without the use of mediation techniques, and there is no need to resort to weapons.And those who have a medium can use stronger immortal weapons, such as Xiao Xiaoyan's Chixia Sword, which has dozens of times the power of the same class.Fortunately, Song Qinglian practiced the 81 form, and her spiritual power was more pure, so she resisted it.

"I don't have a bow yet. I want to raise my own weapon spirit. So I have to have my own natal weapon." Song Qinglian frowned as she said.

She thought of Xiao Xiaoyan's Chixia Sword, and the exquisite Hai Ze, and she would always have a weapon of her own.If there were peerless soldiers like them, she would wake up from her dreams with a smile.

"What's the hurry, there will be in the future." Ke Zi said.

"When will it be?" Song Qinglian was very melancholy.The spirit of the weapon must be cultivated as soon as possible, only then will there be spirituality, and only then will it be obedient.

"Let's learn to condense arrows first." Ke Zi said: "If you don't have a bow yet, learn another set of exercises first. It is impossible for a monk to only know one set of exercises. This is a natal exercise."

Song Qinglian nodded and continued to learn how to condense sharp arrows.Ke Zi watched from the side, pointing out a few words from time to time, and they all touched on the key points.

"I'm so hungry, get some porridge." Ke Zi said.

"You don't like the smell of fireworks?"

"Occasionally paying off, it's a different feeling."

Song Qinglian had no choice but to prepare.The ten-mile solitary forest is full of maple trees, and there are many dead branches.Song Qinglian went to pick up a few thick ones, and took a broken sword to chop firewood.

Originally, she wanted to find a knife, but there was only a broken sword here, so she had no choice but to take this, which was quite easy to chop.I won't change it.

Song Qinglian chopped the firewood, and after half an hour, a faint fragrance came.

He brought the porridge, and Ke Zi was delighted when he smelled it. He took a white jade spoon, and took a sip: "This one is very fragrant."

"This is yam lotus seed porridge." Song Qinglian said.

"What did you say?" Ke Ziyan's face froze.The spoon in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"Yam and lotus seed porridge, what's wrong?"

"You! You actually eat lotus seeds!" Ke Zi stood up abruptly.

"Uh... what's wrong with the lotus seeds? What's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong with it!" Ke Zi blushed angrily, annoyed, "Don't eat lotus seeds!"

"Uh……"

"Did you hear me?"

The corner of Song Qinglian's mouth twitched: "Okay, if you don't eat, you don't eat!"

Ke Zi snorted softly, turned and walked towards the cabin.

Song Qinglian was puzzled, what happened to the lotus seeds?
He actually doesn't like lotus seeds!She likes it very much. She has loved to eat lotus seeds and lotus flowers since she was a child. Her parents also like it the most.

Song Qinglian Erzhang monk was puzzled.

In the following days, Song Qinglian was learning to condense arrows every day.

Daoist Zhengxu originally wanted to teach her more, but every time he tried to imitate her, he would find that Song Qinglian understood more clearly than he did.Master Zhengxu was speechless, so he simply let Song Qinglian practice on his own.

Linglong is also working hard on cultivation, especially since Song Qinglian started to formally learn art after the Grand Competition, she is working harder than before.

In addition to practicing the Zilian Destroyer Bow, Song Qinglian also learned other exercises, and occasionally went out with Mo Yuan and other disciples to perform some tasks for experience.

The time of cultivating immortals always flies very fast. Sometimes it takes several years to practice a kung fu, and it takes half a year to practice retreat. With the flick of a finger, ten years have passed.

In half a month, it will be the Zihua Festival once every ten years in Zihua Mountain.This is the biggest event in Zihua Mountain.

All the retreaters left the retreat one after another, and the disciples who went out to perform tasks also hurried back to the mountain gate.

In order to prepare for the Zihua Grand Ceremony that lasted for a full month, all the disciples were busy dizzying.

Suddenly seeing a few long rainbows flying across the sky, the disciples below will raise their heads excitedly: "Look, this is Senior Sister Linglong, she is the most amazing and beautiful person in the entire fairyland."

Suddenly a slender and slender figure flew by, and I saw that he was about fourteen, five or six years old, dressed in a green dress, with a graceful figure, and he was elegant and elegant.

"Who is this? It's so beautiful."

"Oh, she is Song Qinglian, the little apprentice of Zhenxu Zhengxu, and the junior sister of Senior Sister Linglong. She is also a generation of Tianjiao, but she is far behind Senior Sister Linglong."

Although Zihua Mountain only opened its gate once every sixty years to recruit disciples, many elders would bring them into the gate if they saw good aptitudes during their travels, or they would go out to perform tasks in retreat, so many of them did not know anyone.

Song Qinglian and Linglong landed in the Canglan Hall one by one, and entered the main hall together.

In the main hall, not only Mu Feimo, but also three hall masters, the masters of the 64 pavilions, were all present. In addition, there were Mo Yuan, Xiao Xiaoyan and other talented people from each hall and pavilion. This is discussing the Zihua Grand Ceremony Things.

"You guys are here." Master Zhengxu smiled.Looking at the two of them.

Ten years have passed, and time is always kind when it comes to the appearance of a cultivator.

Song Qinglian was still able to maintain her fourteen or fifteen-year-old appearance. She wore a simple and neat green dress, and her appearance was extremely pure and beautiful, like a blue lotus flowing in water.The phoenix eyes are looking forward and shining brightly, touching the hearts and minds.The temperament is elegant and graceful, and the sky is beautiful.This kind of appearance and demeanor can be called stunning even in a fairyland full of beauties.

But Linglong needs to be more mature. She should be at the age of eighteen or nineteen, with a beautiful appearance and beautiful almond eyes, but her small face is cold and expressionless.There was an unattainable fairy air all over his body.

"Master, I'm at a critical moment in retreat, so I'm late." Linglong said coldly.

"I was out on a mission and just came back." Song Qinglian said.

"It's okay." Master Zhengxu smiled: "The hall masters and elders have just arrived. Now that we're all here, let's discuss the grand ceremony."

Linglong naturally walked to Mu Feimo and stood beside Mu Feimo.Song Qinglian stood on the other side and greeted Mo Yuan with a smile.

Mo Yuan has grown into a handsome and heroic man, and when he sees Song Qinglian, he smiles openly.At this moment, Xiao Xiaoyan's cold gaze like a knife flew over.Song Qinglian has become accustomed to it.

Zhenxu Zhengxu and the others chattered about the grand ceremony.The Zihua Ceremony is not only a grand ceremony for Zihua's disciples, but all sects and factions will gather at Zihua Mountain at that time.

This year, as always, there are various programs and competitions.

"Fei Mo is in charge of the preaching of cultivation. The Master of the Palace of Longevity is in charge of the preaching of the alchemy. The Master of the Palace of Gu Sha is in charge of the preaching of the weapon training, and the master of the Qinhuai Palace is in charge of the preaching of the spells." Zhenxu Zhengxu said.

"Haha, does this mean we want to open the altar together?" The old man in the Hall of Eternal Life raised his eyebrows and laughed rather funnyly: "I'm afraid that everyone will go to listen to the emperor's teaching, and our altar will be empty. "

Qinhuai Palace Master smiled and shook his head: "This is indeed a big problem."

"This can be divided into time. Everyone only talks about the morning, and seven days in a row. In the afternoon, each pavilion master arranges a ring for disciples from various sects to compete with us. There is also a ring battle..." Master Zhengxu said, looking around Song Qinglian and Linglong, as well as Mo Yuan and other talented people. "The two hundred disciples here are all the arrogance of Zihua's generation. At that time, another two hundred will open the arena and accept challenges from one hundred disciples of various sects every day for a month. This is also a kind of cultivation. You guys Don't lose face of Shanmen!"

"Yes, Master."

The meeting broke up after a while, and everyone was busy preparing.

Song Qinglian felt that she had nothing to prepare for, she only knew that she would guard the ring tomorrow, and left.

Back in Shili Gulin, Song Qinglian was so tired that she lay down on the maple leaf.

Ke Zi came over, bent over to look at her, smiled, flirtatiously: "I'm finally back."

"Yeah." Song Qinglian sat up, "I'll practice a little bit more, the Purple Flower Ceremony will be in half a month, and then I'll be busy for a month."

Ke Zi felt bad when he heard this.Song Qinglian went out on a mission for half a year, and finally came back. After half a month, she will be busy for another month.No, it can be more than a month, because after the grand ceremony, you have to go to various sects and factions to participate in exchanges, and you can't be busy for a year or so.

Ke Zi was depressed all over.But we know that Song Qinglian's missions are mostly short missions, the longest is about a month, and only twice a year.Now that it is suddenly going to be a year without seeing each other, Ke Zi is not so depressed.

"The peach blossom brew under the tree in front is already good. I brought you a lot of honey, and you can drink it when you mix it together." These should be enough for him to drink for a year.

"I don't know how to adjust." Ke Zi sat at the table, lying on the table and said sullenly.

Song Qinglian choked, "Then drink separately."

"I don't like to drink separately."

Song Qinglian was very helpless: "How could you not like it? You liked it very much before."

"I don't like it now. You stay here with me, what's so fun about the Zihua Festival."

"I haven't seen it, I want to see it."

"What's so beautiful and fun, it's so noisy, how can it be quiet and beautiful here."

Song Qinglian glared at him: "I'm not just here for fun, I'm here for exchange and learning. If you don't go out to see the world, how can you survive in the world of cultivating immortals where the weak are prey to the strong?"

"Then don't go out." Ke Zi snorted softly.

"Not going out?" Song Qinglian's eyes widened: "Zihua Mountain is indeed quite comfortable, but if something happens to the mountain gate, will I just stand by and watch?"

"No!" Ke Zi said: "You stay here with me. Here is a lonely forest for ten miles, and no one can destroy it unless it destroys the world."

"No!" Song Qinglian said anxiously.

Although she likes to stay with Ke Zi very much, she is a free bird and does not want to be locked in the dead cage of Ten Mile Lonely Forest for the rest of her life.

"Ah Zi, I don't hate you, but I don't want to stay here. Don't worry, when I become stronger, I will find a way to break the barrier, let you out, and give you freedom." her spiritual beliefs.

It doesn't matter how hard it is, how tired it is, she just wants him to no longer be locked up in this lonely world.Give him back his freedom and travel to the wonderland with her.

"I'll go first." Song Qinglian turned and left after speaking.

Until the moment her figure disappeared, he seemed to be talking to himself: "I have no freedom."

(End of this chapter)