Rise of Qinglian

Han Yuexin smiled brightly, walked quickly to Wang Qingshan, and said enthusiastically: "Fellow Taoist Wang, my aunt and the others are in the teahouse in front. They have invited many Taoist friends and are exchanging Taoist teachings! Do you want to come with us?"

Wang Qingshan originally wanted to exchange Taoism with monks of the same level, so naturally he would not refuse Han Yuexin's proposal.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, when did you set out? The last time I went to Taoshan, your clan brother said that you were in retreat. Why did you come out so quickly? You often practice in retreat. No wonder you have advanced to the seventh level of foundation building. I still It’s six levels of foundation building, but I’m confident that I can definitely catch up with you.”

The two of them walked towards the teahouse together. Han Yuexin kept talking and was very lively.

Wang Qingshan frowned slightly, Han Yuexin just talked too much, and he didn't like it very much. Every time he stayed with Han Yuexin, he felt like there were a swarm of flies circling around him.

Because of this, he avoided Han Yuexin.

Han Yuexin kept chattering, telling Wang Qingshan about her experiences in the past few years. She said more than a dozen words, and Wang Qingshan replied with one sentence.

Not long after, they walked into the teahouse and arrived on the fifth floor.

More than twenty immortal cultivators sat at the tea table in twos and threes, discussing Taoism.

Wang Qingshan glanced at the other monks, with a strange look in his eyes.

Following his gaze, a thin young man in red was sitting in the corner.

The young man in red is carrying a long red sword on his back. He has a cold expression and looks like he should avoid strangers. He exudes a faint evil spirit and builds the eighth floor of the foundation.

Wang Qingshan carefully discovered that there were several swallow patterns on the sleeves of the young man in red.

The young man in red noticed Wang Qingshan's gaze and looked towards Wang Qingshan, but quickly looked away.

Wang Qingshan and Han Yuexin found an empty table and sat down.

"In two days, the Dao Discussion Conference will be officially held. I don't know who will get the talisman flower."

"I think most of them fall on the disciples of Chongyang Academy. They took out a talisman as a reward. The first place must be the disciple of Chongyang Academy, otherwise the face of Chongyang Academy will not look good."

"That's not necessarily true. Disciples from Taiyi Immortal Sect and Wanhua Palace also participated in the Tao Discussion Conference. It may be that their disciples won the first place."

"There are no absolutes in this world. My brother has cultivated to the ninth level of foundation building, has rich experience in fighting skills, and has a natal magic weapon in hand. My brother has a high chance of winning the first place."

They started by discussing Taoism, but slowly, the topic shifted to the competition at the Taoism Conference.

"Others said that the monks of Donghuang are frogs in the well. I didn't believe it at first. Now it seems that they are right. Sitting in a well and looking at the sky, you don't know how high the sky is. Donghuang is no more than that."

A disdainful male voice came from the corner.

Wang Qingshan looked towards the source of the sound and saw the young man in red standing up and walking downstairs.

Listening to his words, the young man in red is not an Eastern Wasteland monk.

"Huh, whoever sits in a well and looks at the sky is not sure!"

"That's right, it's a mule or a horse out for a walk. On the day of the Dao Conference, I hope to see you on the stage."

After hearing this, the young man in red smiled instead of being angry. He turned his head, looked at the monks upstairs, and sneered: "Okay! I hope you will come on stage when the time comes, and I will kill you when the time comes."

After saying this, he strode downstairs.

"Sword Xiu! This is rare."

Wang Qingshan looked at the leaving figure of the young man in red and murmured to himself.

The sword is kingly and the sword is domineering. Speaking of which, Wang Qingshan has never fought against a sword cultivator!

"I see that the first place belongs to Fellow Daoist Wang. Fellow Daoist Wang is a swordsman and he defeated me with one move."

Han Yuexin said a little proudly, as if she was the winner.

Han Yuxin frowned slightly. She glanced at Han Yuexin and said to herself: "It's really a bad choice for a girl. This girl's arms are turned outward before she gets married."

Foundation-building monks came up one after another to discuss Taoism.

Wang Qingshan found that most of these people were just talking on paper and had little fighting experience. No wonder the young man in red looked down on the Eastern Wasteland monks.

After exchanging Taoism, they started to hold exchange meetings to exchange things for things.

Wang Qingshan took out some monster materials in exchange for materials for refining flying swords.

Half an hour later, the monks left one after another.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, there is a weapons shop in front of you. The flying swords there are quite good. Let me accompany you to take a look!"

Han Yuexin pointed to the shop in front and said enthusiastically.

Han Yuxin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Girls were said to be reserved, but her niece was too proactive!

"No, Fairy Han, thank you for your kindness. Wang has something else to do, so I'll take my leave."

Wang Qingshan politely refused and turned to leave.

"What's going on? Does he hate me? Didn't he say that women are chasing men?"

Han Yuexin showed a bitter face and said with a frown.

"You girl, you are so courageous, and you chase girls after boys. If your father knew about it, he would make you angry to death."

Han Yuxin tapped Han Yuexin's forehead with his finger and scolded him unceremoniously.

"Auntie, didn't you say that? Happiness is in my own hands, and I don't want to be like the fourth sister."

Han Yuxin sighed and said, "Can't you see it yet? He doesn't like you at all. You can't force emotional matters."

Han Yuexin frowned, her dark eyes rolling, not knowing what she was thinking.

After leaving the teahouse, Wang Qingshan walked along the street and came to a bluestone square unknowingly.

There are ten arenas in the square, each of which is covered by an egg-shaped cyan light curtain, where cultivators fight.

These people fight to the point where their lives are rarely in danger.

Wang Qingshan shook his head. If the fighting skills of the Tao Discussion Conference were similar to those of these people, he felt that he would have no problem winning first place.

Of course, he knew very well that real masters would not easily show off their magical powers in front of others.

"But I found you, Uncle Qi. Something bad has happened. Tian Wen got into an argument with someone and almost got into a fight."

A member of the Wang family ran to Wang Qingshan and said anxiously.

"Tian Wen? How could he get into an argument with someone? He's not that kind of person!"

Wang Qingshan frowned and said, Wang Tianwen likes poetry, dictionary and books, and is relatively honest. Logically speaking, he should not argue with others.

"It seems that they are fighting for a book of poetry. According to Tianwen, that book is the work of a certain Confucian and Taoist master."

"Take me there quickly, this kid is really annoying."

Not long after, Wang Qingshan came to a bookstore.

A scholar in green shirt with a fair face and bookish face was arguing with a middle-aged man about something. The shopkeeper held a blue classic in his hand and looked embarrassed.

"Tianwen, what's going on?" Wang Qingshan looked at the scholar in green shirt and asked with a frown.

"Seventh Uncle, you came at the right time. I was the first to like this book. It belongs to me."

Wang Tianwen pointed to the blue classics in the shopkeeper's hand and explained.

"Hmph, you didn't pay. I've already paid the spirit stone."

Wang Qingshan looked at the shopkeeper and asked: "That's it? Can't you make a copy?"

"Qibo, this is an only copy. The classics can be copied. However, the classics contain Confucianism and Taoism's understanding of Taoism. The copied classics do not have it. They must be original."

The writing of Confucianism and Taoism is naturally different from ordinary writing. There are many ways to write a word, and different ways of writing contain different Tao.

After hearing this, Wang Qingshan frowned slightly and said to the middle-aged man: "Little friend, we are willing to pay three times the price for this classic, how about it?"

"How can the book of a saint be measured by spiritual stones and not be sold?"

The middle-aged man shook his head without giving Wang Qingshan any face.