Looking at Ji Yuan’s thoughtful look, Lao Long and others remained silent in a tacit understanding. It wasn’t until they were far away from Pozi Mountain and Ji Yuan returned to his normal appearance that Zhu Tingtao couldn’t help but say the first thing. Make a sound.
“Mr. Ji, let’s just tell Mr. Zhu directly. What kind of magic method was the Song of Dao Yin before? Mr. Ji knows Zhu’s temperament and will never spy on Mr. Zhu’s magic method, but I hope that Mr. Ji can tell me something about it. Second, this method is really unheard of and unseen, it’s so unpredictable and miraculous!”
“What Taoist Brother Zhu said is true, but if Mr. Ji doesn’t want to say it, we won’t mind.”
Old Long added this, obviously he was also curious. Although the old beggar and Ju Yuanzi did not speak, they basically had the same mentality.
Of course, although the four of them are eager to know the root cause of that wonderful method, if Ji Yuan doesn’t want to tell it, they won’t go into it. However, based on their understanding of Ji Yuan, there is a high probability that they will tell it.
As expected, Ji Yuan was not very appetizing. He frowned for a moment, considered his words, looked around at the four people around him, and then spoke.
“Well, Ji Mouruo said that he just thought of some past events, and then sang a Taoist music based on it. Do you believe it?”
Old Long and others looked at each other, Ju Yuanzi frowned in thought, Zhu Tingtao stroked his beard and remained silent, Old Long was noncommittal, and the old beggar smiled forcefully.
To be honest, among the four people, except Zhu Tingtao, the other three really believed in it. Even Zhu Tingtao, although he thought it was a bit ridiculous, did not think that an immortal cultivator like Ji Yuan would be here. Lie about things.
Fortunately, Jiyuan didn’t let them struggle for too long. After thinking about it, they felt that there was nothing to say, so they opened up and told a story from the past.
“In fact, in the early years, Mr. Ji had the chance to see a heavenly book of earth spirits, called “Zhengde Bao Gong Lu”…”
Speaking of this, Ji Yuan paused deliberately and observed the expressions of the four people around him. It was obvious that no one had heard of this book, so he continued.
“This book is owned by a rural landowner, but the text is not visible. Although the landowner knows that the book must be a treasure, he suffers from being unable to study it, let alone do anything else.”
Ji Yuan recalled the “green years” back then, when he was still a real newbie in cultivating immortals. Much of his knowledge of immortality came from “The Legend of Hereticism” and “Tong Ming Ce”, and he would be cautious even when he saw a city god. It’s not that I don’t respect the City God now, but I will really respect and fear him then.
“Ji happened to pass by the territory of the land and settled in a farmer’s house. The land saw that I seemed to be a cultivator, so he took the initiative to show up and talk to me. Finally, he took out the book and hoped that I could explain it to him. The confusion also gave Ji a chance to take a look at this book, and it was because he recalled some words in the book that he felt and understood them, so he sang them out. ”
Old Long suddenly smiled and thought that this was indeed very similar to Ji Yuan’s way of doing things. The others also nodded slightly when they heard this, and they understood in their hearts that the “Zhengde Bao Gong Lu” must be great. The Heavenly Book of Earth Spirits, but what is truly remarkable is Ji Yuan.
“As expected of Mr. Ji, sometimes I really have to accept it!”
Lao Long sighed with emotion. The old beggar on the side had the same feeling in his heart when he heard this, but he didn’t say it out loud. Ju Yuanzi didn’t even mention it, and Zhu Tingtao felt that he had gotten to know Ji Yuan again. He always felt that There are many mysteries about Mr. Ji.
Of course Ji Yuan didn’t know that Lao Long murmured in his heart, “This is very Ji Yuan,” and spoke with a smile.
“Ji doesn’t dare to accept such praise calmly. He also wants to record it carefully before he forgets the feeling.”
These words are naturally modest, but at the same time, they are also slightly arrogant. It is natural that Shi Youdao can return to the path of spiritual practice by chance, but it is enough to make Ji Yuan proud. A song of Taoism does not have the power of a heavenly sword to dominate the world, nor does it have the domineering intensity of the true fire of Samadhi, but it is an extraordinary achievement of another level. It is also of great benefit to someone’s practice. It belongs to the category of “enlightening the Tao with one thought.” ” category.
This is not only an opportunity for Shi Youdao, but also an opportunity for Ji Yuan.
Given the identity and character of Lao Long and others, they certainly would not do anything to ask questions one after another, and Ji Yuan himself said it was a temporary idea. As for the book “Zheng De Bao Gong Lu”, of course I am curious. But you can never do anything to get to the bottom of it.
The direction the few of them are heading now is back to Jiufeng Mountain. Something happened during the treasure refining process, and coming to Pozi Mountain was just for unfinished business. Now it is time to say goodbye.
As for Tu Siyan and those monsters, they had already escaped without a trace, and they must have tried their best to cover up their traces. Even the old beggar and others were not of much use.
Although Ji Yuan and the other five people are not busy people, they can’t just run around looking for Tu Siyan. In Lao Long’s words, “she is not qualified yet.” They just keep this in mind. One thing is for sure.
Three days later, everyone from Yuhuai Mountain boarded the Ruan Shan Ferry under the jurisdiction of Jiufeng Mountain. This time, they boarded the Jiufeng Mountain boundary ferry boat. From the leader Ju Yuanzi to Qiu Feng, Yang Ming and other real people, and then When it came to Wei Yuansheng and other disciples, there were quite a few, but Ji Yuan was the only one missing.
“Zhenren Ju, when will Mr. Ji be back?”
Hearing Wei Yuansheng’s question, Ju Yuanzi looked at the white clouds somewhere in the sky. In that distance was the Nine Points Cave.
“It’s hard to say, but this time it’s a written inference from the Heavenly Book to gauge Mr.’s abilities. Given his previous experience, it won’t take too long.”
“Then why don’t we wait until Mr. Ji finishes deducing and go back together?”
Qiu Feng on the side smiled.
“Who keeps shouting in my ears that I miss my mother and my father? The Immortal Travel Conference has ended, and the frequency of ferry services to various immortal gates will also be greatly reduced. If I don’t catch this trip, I won’t be able to get there next time. It’s been a year and a half, and we can’t do anything to help Mr. Ji here, and it’s disturbing the peace.”
Qiu Feng’s words are not only true, but they are also the most obvious reflection of the changes in Ruan Shandu. With the end of the Immortal Tour Conference, it is obvious that it has become more deserted.
Wei Yuansheng scratched his head. Although he was smart, he had grown up in a fairy sect and still retained some innocence. The six years in Jiufeng Mountain had indeed bored him to death, so he said “oh”. Say no more.
“Set sail——”
The distant voice of the monks from Jiufeng Mountain came, and the flying boat slowly took off. Everyone first looked at the Ruan Shandu getting smaller and smaller, and then looked at the nine giant peaks in the sky until they were no longer visible.
After the flying boat sailed on the clouds for a while, Wei Yuansheng suddenly thought of something and asked Ju Yuanzi.
“Ju Zhenren, who is Zhong Pingxiu? Why is Mr. Ji so surprised and happy when he hears his name?”
This really confused Ju Yuanzi. In fact, let alone Zhong Pingxiu, Ju Yuanzi had never heard of the name Wuliang Mountain, at least it was definitely not famous.
“Ju actually doesn’t know, but since Mr. Ji seems to care about it, it must not be simple. After all, if Wuliang Mountain is the name of the Immortal Mansion, it would not be much easier to dare to bear the name of “Wuliang” Go.”
Leaving these words, Ju Yuanzi looked into the distance again, and then turned around and went back to the guesthouse. Although the Heavenly Book was written by fate, the five people who refined the treasure were of course each in their own way in the past six years. Having gained a lot, he will go back to practice, and he will also return to Yuzhu Peak of Yuhuai Mountain as soon as possible.
Not only the people from Yuhuai Mountain left, but also the old beggar and others, as well as Zhu Tingtao and everyone from Xianxia Island. Of course, Old Long, who was not comfortable in Xianmen, also said goodbye and left.
However, before Xianxia Island left, he was entrusted by Ji Yuan to send someone to the capital of the Daxiu Dynasty to meet the now radiant old emperor.
Seeing the old emperor’s appearance, the two immortals from Xianxia Island who went there also found it very funny. They smiled and said a few words to the old emperor at the repaired Tianshi in the capital before leaving.
The general idea is: Although we have been asked by Mr. Ji to see you, how can you be like a person who is about to die? With this look on his face, he is afraid that he could live to be over a hundred years old. This is unprecedented among the emperors of the past dynasties. People should be content!
After a series of trivial matters, the only one left in Jiufeng Mountain is Ji Yuan. He is still at Xianlai Peak, or even in Yunxia Garden, because this is where he spent six years refining treasures and discussing Taoism. In this place, people have dispersed, but the Tao Yun still exists. It is most suitable to infer the writing into a book here, and it is far from being able to describe it as getting twice the result with half the effort.
However, Ji Yuan was not in a hurry to start writing right away. Instead, he took out the “Sword Intention Calligraphy” and prepared to start grinding the ink.
As soon as this sword intention post appeared, the living room in Yunxiayuan immediately became lively.
“Ah~~The big master finally let us out!”
“I’ve been suffocated to death for how many years!”
“Six years.” “I know six years, let me express my feelings.”
“You are stupid, you don’t know!” “I know!”
“You don’t know!” “I know! You are stupid!”
“Stop arguing, I’m so hungry…”
“Master, we want to eat golden fragrant ink.”
“Yes, yes, sir, please, I want to eat golden ink!”
Looking at the dancing small characters, Ji Yuan smiled and shook his head, put away the pine smoke ink in his hand, stretched out his hand, and a strip of golden ink flew out of his sleeve and came to the palm of his hand. For a moment, all the small characters cheered. .
When Lin Jian from Jiufeng Mountain came to Yunxia Garden with tea and meals, he saw Ji Yuan from a distance outside, polishing ink and writing something with a langhao pen in his hand.
Lin Jian didn’t dare to say anything. When Ji Yuan started to get wet, he quickly walked to the door.
“Mr. Ji, as you said you won’t start publishing books in the next few days, I will bring you meals and tea. I didn’t bother you, right?”
Ji Yuan never forgets the voice. Even if he only met once in the East China Sea, he immediately recognized that it was Lin Jian. He looked up at the person and nodded.
“It’s okay, we haven’t started yet, just put the things next to the table.”
As Ji Yuan dipped his hand in ink again, he began to write. Every time Jinxiang ink brushed a small character, the ink on the small character did not feel fresh. After reading it several times, Lin Jian even had the urge to write. It seems to be the illusion of stretching, but if you look closely, nothing has changed.
After a slight hesitation, Lin Jian pretended to be ignorant and asked.
“Mr. Ji, this book is already written with ink, so why do you need to re-ink it?”
Before Ji Yuan opened his mouth, “Sword Intention Post” exploded.
“This person is so outrageous, please stop painting us!”
“You’re going too far!” “That’s right, we’ve been looking forward to it for several years!”
“Hahahaha, you look at him being stupid!” “Hahahaha, really, he was stunned!”
“He must have never seen words and can speak.” “He is still holding a fairy travel conference, and he has no experience at all!”
“Hehehehehe…” “Hahahaha…”
Ji Yuan glanced at the copybook.
“Quiet!”
The entire copybook suddenly became quiet.
Even as an immortal cultivator, Lin Jian still subconsciously wanted to rub his eyes and ears, and looked intently at the “Sword Intention Tie”. He couldn’t see anything special at all. He doubted whether it was an illusion just now, but as an immortal cultivator, he He was in his own fairy sect, and he didn’t receive any spells, so there was no way he would have any illusions.
(End of this chapter)