Zhang Yan had once heard that as long as it was a True Tool, the True Spirit within it would always look down on its master. Sometimes, it would even ignore its master. However, this little boy was very respectful towards him, so he asked, "Are you the True Spirit of this painting? Do you have a name? "
The boy stood in front of Zhang Yan, lowered his head a little, and said very respectfully, "Master, I do not have a name. This painting of mountains and rivers has followed twelve masters, but most of them put it aside after obtaining it, and had no time to pay attention to me. Only a few of them, when they were bored, would call me out to talk and relieve their boredom. It is already a blessing that they did not scold me, how would they dare to hope for a name?" Zhang Yan laughed, "So you are also a depressed person." The boy's childish face actually had a hint of desolation, and he sighed, "I have heard the ancients say, 'Horses of a thousand li are common, but Bo Le is rare.' Every time I think about it, I seem to feel the same way.
Zhang Yan couldn't help but smile, and he waved his hand, and said pleasantly, "Fine, now that you are with me, and since you call yourself a horse of a thousand li, how about I call you Zhang Ju?" The boy was overjoyed, and he knelt down, and said with tears in his eyes, "Thank you, Master, for giving me a name." Zhang Yan was also deeply moved, this was a true treasure, a treasure that would cause cultivators to fight for it no matter where it was placed. How could this true treasure not be used in battle, and so it was abandoned like a pair of worn out shoes. It had changed over ten masters, and none of them had taken a liking to it. Even if it originally had a temper, it had been worn away by now.
He picked up the painting, and shook it, and said, "I heard that refining a true treasure is not ordinary, and requires the spirit to tell you the method. Let me ask you, how do you refine this painting?" Every true treasure has a unique refining method, and only the spirit of the treasure can know the method. So even if you use your ability to forcefully seize a true treasure, as long as the spirit of the treasure is not willing to follow you, you will not be able to use it.
No matter what you did, you wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, many True Spirits still needed to negotiate with their masters before they could refine it.
The boy, on the other hand, did not have such thoughts. After so many years, there was finally an old master who looked at him in a new light. How could he dare to make things difficult for him? He immediately pointed at the Mountain River Painting and said, "Master, please take a look. The mountains and rivers in this painting are all places that I have been to before. Master only needs to find a place that isn't on the painting and visit it personally. Then, write your name on the seal of the painting with your blood and you will be able to refine it."
Zhang Yan frowned slightly and said, "You've had more than a dozen masters. There must be very few places you haven't been to." The boy hurriedly said, "Master, you don't know. After Yu Zi got the map, he didn't look at it too much. Xiao Tong's previous master was someone from six or seven hundred years ago. Now that the world has changed, things remain the same, but people have changed. Finding a city that I've never seen before should be an easy task." Zhang Yan nodded and said, "No wonder I found the mountains and rivers in the painting familiar, but some places seem to be different. So this is the reason."
He pondered for a moment and thought to himself, "After leaving the Southern Swamp, a few hundred miles southwest is the territory of the Great Wei Dynasty's Hong Province. The Wei Dynasty has only been established for about two hundred years. The previous dynasty's chaos lasted for several sixty years and burned down many famous cities. Nowadays, most of the provincial cities are being rebuilt. Why don't I take a look there?"
He closed the painting and stood up. The boy was quick-witted and didn't wait for him to say anything before he took the initiative to jump into it.
Zhang Yan nodded and kept the scroll. He took Carefree Light and went straight to the capital of Hong Province, An Cui City.
In a moment, he was above the city. He took out the Mountain River Painting and unfolded it. He called out, "Zhang Ju, what do you think of this place?"
The boy walked out and took a look. He said happily, "This place is very different from how it was a few hundred years ago. Not only are there two more rivers, but the location of the city has also changed. Master can open the Mountain River Painting and you can copy the scenery of this place into the painting."
When Zhang Yan heard this, he threw the Mountain River Painting above his head. The painting unfolded in the air, flipped over, and shone down on the ground. The contents of the painting immediately changed. The boy saw this and said hurriedly, "Master, use your blood to write your name on the painting." Zhang Yan forced out a trace of blood essence, stretched out his finger, and wrote his name under the seals on the scroll. The scroll trembled in the air, and instantly spread out above his head. In the blink of an eye, it stretched out several thousand feet, forming a Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Painting that covered the sky and covered the sun.
The painting surged in the clouds like waves, showing the mountains and rivers of the nine continents. The scenery was magnificent and majestic.
At this moment, Zhang Yan's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly felt that this painting seemed to have some kind of connection with him like the Stars Sword Pellet. He didn't say anything. With a thought, the Mountain River Painting rolled back and kept the boy inside. It automatically fell into his sleeve.
He felt that he had gained a lot today. He couldn't help but laugh. He didn't move, but with a flash of blue light, he turned into a rainbow and flew away.
After returning to Bamboo Apple Island, Zhang Yan continued to meditate in seclusion every day. The days passed peacefully. For more than ten days, he learned many tricks of the Real Form Chapter and the Art of Talisman.
Until the end of the month, the sect seemed to finally remember him. The golden sword sent a message for him to return to the sect and said that another disciple would be sent to guard Bamboo Apple Island.
After receiving the golden sword, Zhang Yan didn't waste any time. He rode Carefree Light and returned to the sect. In less than half an eye, he entered the Great Lake of Dragon Abyss.
The disciple on duty saw Carefree Light entering the boundary and was about to come over to question him. He immediately sent out a talisman to show his identity. The disciples received the talisman and didn't come forward. They all retreated.
Originally, Zhang Yan wanted to return to Spirit Page Island directly. But halfway there, he seemed to have thought of something. He turned the cloud and ran towards Danding Courtyard.
He frequently came and went from the Pill Cauldron Academy, and the disciples and strongmen on duty all recognized him as Carefree Light. They knew that he was a proud disciple of the Monastery Head, so they didn't dare to stop him. Some of the strongmen even stopped respectfully at the side, waiting for him to pass before continuing their patrol.
Zhou Chongju was feeding the fish spirit on the boat. But at this moment, his brows were deeply furrowed, as if he had an extremely difficult matter in his heart.
Zhang Yan pressed the cloud down and landed on Fish Zhou's pavilion. He cupped his hands and smiled. "Senior brother, I came uninvited today. Did I spoil your mood?"
Zhou Chongju saw Zhang Yan and sighed. "Junior brother Zhang, you're back. If you didn't come today, I would have sent someone to call you."
Zhang Yan raised his brows. "Did something happen?"
Zhou Chongju looked around and beckoned to him. He whispered, "Come, let's talk inside." Inside the pavilion, the two entered a secret chamber. After Zhang Yan came in and sat down, Zhou Chongju closed the door behind him. He turned around and sat down on a chair. After a moment of silence, he said, "Today, there are many rumors in the sect. They say that you colluded with three evildoers to murder our disciples."
Zhang Yan's expression didn't change. After thinking for a moment, he knew that this was most likely a trick by Huo Zhiqi and the others. But it was just a mere rumor. Why was Zhou Chongju so nervous? There must be something else going on.
Zhou Chongju sighed. "If this happened in normal times, it naturally wouldn't cause you any harm. You'd just treat it as a joke. But now, it's a little troublesome. Speaking of which, I've implicated Junior Brother." Zhang Yan was surprised. "What does Senior Brother mean?"
Zhou Chongju shook his head. "Do you know that there's a woman in the Feng family called Feng Rao? It's said that she has feelings for you. It's nothing, but she's Qin Yu's most beloved disciple. I don't know who leaked this matter, but when it reached her ears, and she heard that you're my disciple, she immediately got angry." He paused, sighed heavily, and said, "I know her temper very well. She doesn't allow others to disobey her. A few days ago, when she heard that Ge Shuo had fallen into the hands of the evildoers, she immediately said that Ge Shuo deserved to die. Ge Shuo's Master, Elder Mu, can be considered to have some power, but he didn't dare to open his mouth to defend her. Now, because of this matter, Qin Yu even said in front of the Sect Head that she wants to take away your position as a Successor Disciple." Zhou Chongju didn't know what to think, but he let out a sneer. "That's not all. Zhenren Yan actually said that even if you didn't do anything wrong, but the rumors were everywhere and the Sect was in constant turmoil. In order to calm the public, you can be temporarily taken away from the Sect Head. When the matter becomes clear in the future, if you're really innocent, you can be reported to the Sect Head and it won't be too late to let you become a Successor Disciple again."
Hearing this, Zhang Yan was also shocked. If his position as a Successor Disciple was taken away, not only would he lose a protective talisman, but how could the shameful matter of Qincang School's disciples being captured by the Demon Clan be brought up again? Therefore, it was impossible for him to become a Successor Disciple again.
Zhou Chongju sighed faintly and said, "Meng Zhen and Sun Zhenren are trying their best to defend you, but the Spiritual Masters of the Aristocratic Families also seem to have some complaints about you. Standing with Zhenren Yan and Zhenren Yan, the two of them can't suppress you.
Zhang Yan wasn't surprised at all. He was the only Successor Disciple in the past hundred years, and his identity was special. Not only would the Aristocratic Families not stand on his side, but they would also hit him when he was down.
However, he could faintly feel that there seemed to be a familiar hand behind him, as if it had reached out again after being silent for a long time. This time, it seemed like the conflicts that had accumulated in the past had exploded together.
However, he could clearly see that the reason things had reached this point was because Qin Zhenren, who had a high status, had taken the lead. The others were just adding fuel to the fire. Otherwise, with the status of the Spiritual Masters, why would they jump out and make things difficult for a little Mystic Light Realm cultivator like him? That would be too degrading.
Therefore, the key was still Qin Zhenren!
Zhang Yan also knew that Qin Zhenren and Zhou Chongju were originally a pair of Dao companions, but they had a falling out because of something. However, Zhou Chongju had never said the specifics.
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