The scholar of Yimaozhai becoming a saint was more important than the Heavenly Arrival State of Aoyama and the Dacheng State of the Center Sect. Heaven and earth had shown various signs in advance.
The strong wind was one of the signs. The lotus flowers bloomed in early spring this year, which was another sign.
Xiao He picked a lotus leaf and rubbed the juice out of the lotus flower. After working for half a night, she had finally finished steaming the fragrant and sweet rice with lotus leaves. She carried the rice to Liu Shisui happily.
Because of the bloody case in the village, Liu Shisui had been in a bad mood lately. Xiao He didn't know how to comfort him, so she paid extra attention to the food.
Fortunately, unlike Jing Jiu, Liu Shisui was still interested in eating, so she didn't waste her effort.
Seeing Liu Shisui enjoying the food, Xiao He felt quite satisfied. She tidied up the paper and ink on the desk and walked to the window to check how long the amulet paper could last.
The wind was too strong recently, so she had to use the amulet paper to set up a wind-shielding formation to avoid being disturbed.
As for the inn she ran, it didn't have much business. No matter how good the place Gu Qing had chosen for her was, it couldn't withstand the disturbance of heaven and earth.
She came to the window and saw a few green glows in the mountain ahead. Soon, she saw a few Cultivation practitioners. "Someone from the Zhongzhou School has come here," she exclaimed with a slightly changed expression.
Liu Shisui walked to the window and fixed his gaze on a thin and tall old man. After comparing his face with the files he had memorized on the Cloud Platform, he was certain of his identity. "Ren Qianzhu was in the upper limit of the Huashen State back then," he said. "But for some reason, he has broken through three states in a row and is now in the upper state of the Lianxu State."
Hearing that he was a swordsman in the upper state of the Lianxu State, Xiao He asked nervously, "Isn't he an important figure in the Zhongzhou School?"
Liu Shisui said, "The Immortal Tan didn't like him before, but he has gained some power over the last few years. After the death of Yue Qianmen, he has a higher status on Cloud-Dream Mountain."
More than a hundred years ago, Jing Jiu and Bu Qiuxiao reached an agreement in the old plum garden that Yimaozhai would no longer interfere in the matter of the throne. In the eyes of the Zhongzhou School, this was an act of betraying an ally.
After that, the relationship between Yimaozhai and Zhongzhou School was not as close as before. Later, Bu Qiuxiao guarded Jing Jiu in Zhaoge City for ten years, and the two sides were on the verge of falling out.
This time, the Zhongzhou School sent Ren Qianzhu to congratulate Bu Qiuxiao on becoming a Saint. It was obvious that they wanted to repair the relationship between the two sects.
The Aoyama Sect had put too much pressure on the Zhongzhou School. As a result, Jing Jiu had defeated Fang Jingtian decisively after returning to Aoyama, which didn't cause too much internal strife in Aoyama.
Thinking of this, Liu Shisui felt a bit relieved, saying, "No matter how hard the Zhongzhou School struggles, it's meaningless; they're no match for my Young Master."
Xiao He thought that the Immortals Tan and Bai were the most powerful figures in Chaotian … Well, she was used to Liu Shisui's blind trust or admiration for Jing Jiu. She asked while blinking her eyes, "How about you and this Ren Qianzhu compared?"
Liu Shisui said, "He is a senior elder of Zhongzhou School. I'm not as powerful as him; but I should be able to kill him with the help of the Lone Sword and the Guard-City Pen."
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This was the entrance to the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor, but it was not heavily guarded. The sceneries of the mountains and rivers were quite beautiful, but the newly grown grass was flattened by the wind, looking a bit pitiful. It was thought that there would be many tourists here when the wind was not so strong.
Ren Qianzhu waved his sleeve lightly to disperse the strong wind blowing in his face. Looking at the Inn and the shops with their tightly closed doors, he was thinking of all this.
They walked past the Inn and along the river. It didn't take long for them to arrive by a lake.
Countless waves were formed on the surface of the lake, stretching across the lake one after another. They looked quite formidable, and the sound of the waves was deafening.
The willow trees by the lake were waving wildly in the wind, their leaves all falling off, and the bark of the willow branches was peeled off.
"The Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor has a well-deserved reputation. It's said that the wind is stronger in the deep end of the Wind Corridor, and the dark energy of the Underworld is as cold as the Chaotic Wind. The effect of cultivating there is almost the same as cultivating on the Sword Peak of Aoyama."
Ren Qianzhu said to the accompanying disciples, "I've already sent a letter to the Green House. It will take some time. You guys stay here to cultivate and comprehend it."
The disciples accepted the order and went to the forest to meditate and recuperate.
Flutter! Flutter!
A red bird arrived against the wind and landed on a willow tree, lowering its head to comb its feathers.
Standing under the tree, Ren Qianzhu looked at the huge waves on the lake, as if he hadn't noticed anything.
The red bird lifted its head, its black eyeballs rolling slightly as it asked in the human language, "How is the situation at the bottom of the Cold Mountain?"
Ren Qianzhu was still facing the surface of the lake, but his expression was much more respectful now. "The free-traveling practitioner we arranged to go there has died inexplicably, and the magic treasure made of the scales has been destroyed, so we can't locate the Fire Carp," he replied.
The red bird said, "Even if we can find the Fire Carp, we have to find a way to control it; otherwise, it will be hard to destroy the barrier."
Ren Qianzhu said with a grave expression, "After the death of Yue Qianmen, Bai Zhenren trusted me more; but she was the only one who knew the way to control the Fire Carp. Even the Immortal Tan didn't know it; so it's impossible for her to tell me."
"Let's forget about it then."
The red bird flew up from the branch and flew with the wind, soon turning into a black speck and disappearing at the entrance of the Windy Corridor.
Ren Qianzhu still didn't move. He looked at the huge waves on the lake in Silence for a long time before pulling back his gaze.
It turned out that he was also a subordinate of Bulao Lin.
It was no wonder that Yue Qianmen was tracked down by Taiping Zhenren when he went to Zhaoge City to take the Heavenly Retrieval Orb last year and killed him.
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The little red bird flew to the entrance of the Thousand-Mile Windy Corridor and landed on the eaves of the Inn.
The strong wind ruffled his feathers, and the color of his scarlet feathers looked quite adorable.
He turned his head slowly to look at the deep end of the Windy Corridor.
Yimaozhai was right there.
Bu Qiuxiao would become a Saint in a few days. Before that, the energy of heaven and earth here would undergo a drastic change. All Jing Jiu needed to do was to injure Bu Qiuxiao's body at any moment, obtain his Saint Energy, and destroy the formation used by Yimaozhai to suppress the passage to the Underworld. As a result, he would be able to send the strong wind to the Underworld.
The wind was the flowing energy, which had no destructive power. Even the cold and gloomy Chaotic Wind couldn't cause any harm to the Underworld.
What Jing Jiu wanted to do was to borrow the power of the wind.
Only the strong wind could ignite the flames in the Underworld River.
What would happen if the burning Underworld River encountered the endless seawater of the East Ocean and the bloody fog in the Heavenly Slaying Formation?
Jing Jiu felt happy just thinking of the scene.
The first problem he had to solve was how to get close to Bu Qiuxiao.
If he followed Ren Qianzhu into Yimaozhai, he should be able to fool those scholars; but Ren Qianzhu couldn't get too close to Bu Qiuxiao.
Thinking of all this, the little red bird paced back and forth on the eaves, making "pah, pah" sounds.
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Pah, pah, pah.
Xiao He looked up at the roof and said, "The wind hasn't been this strong in previous years. The stones have all been rolled up. Listen, the wind is really strong."
"It's quite strong."
Liu Shisui said while looking at the paper on the table, holding the City-Guard Pen in his right hand and the slightly trembling Lone Sword in his left.
Xiao He didn't know what was going on, so she looked at him strangely.
Liu Shisui remained in this posture for a long time. In the end, he chose to put down the pen and the sword in his hands.
On the paper was an ancient prose poem he had copied, which said, "The righteousness enters the stars and the Han, and the scholars of the state are peerless."
At this moment, he was thinking of another sentence: "I wish I could be alone."
If he were alone, he would never put down the City-Guard Pen and the Lone Sword. Even if he would die in the fight later, he could at least inform his classmates in Yimaozhai and warn the teacher.
The sound of the stones hitting and rolling on the roof suddenly stopped. Xiao He looked out of the window and found the wind was still blowing; she couldn't help but feel confused.
With another "pah" sound, a tile on the roof was broken. The strong wind and sunlight poured in together, making a shrill whistle.
The little red bird flew in and flapped its wings, making the sound of the wind disappear instantly.
Along with a beam of clear light, the red bird landed on the ground and turned into a youth in red.
Xiao He guessed his identity, and her face turned pale. She took a few steps back and stood beside Liu Shisui.
Taiping Zhenren said to her with a smile, "I haven't thanked you for taking me to pick some lotus flowers that year."
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(Today, I took my whole family on a journey. Ten people and two carriages. I feel very stressed …)
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