"That's good. As long as the Xiao family and Wentiantai are fine, I won't have any worries.
Here are some pills for the Xiao family. There is also a Thunder Tribulation Fruit for you. With your current qualifications, you should be able to advance to the Crossing Tribulation. I hope you can practice well and cross that natural barrier as soon as possible." Seeing Xiao Changfeng so straightforward and neat, without any dragging, Gu Qingxi was very satisfied. He took out dozens of bottles of pills and a Thunder Tribulation Fruit and said expectantly. "
Thank you, my lord. I will not let you down. I will definitely advance to the Crossing Tribulation one day." Xiao Changfeng was grateful and moved, and his voice choked again.
Gu Qingxi waved his hand and stepped onto the flying boat with Ye Wuchen.
A ray of silver light streaked across the sky and flew towards the direction of Jiumang Mountain.
Below, the head of the Xiao family and other Xiao clan members who heard the news and rushed over to see Gu Qingxi off, but were a step late, bowed and saluted, with tears of gratitude and respect flashing in their eyes.
Rolling mountains flew by her feet. Looking through the porthole at the Xiao family's ancient house that was getting farther and farther away, Gu Qingxi's eyes showed a bit of melancholy.
"Thinking about Xiao Dingtian?" Ye Wuchen asked.
"Dingtian followed me all my life, and finally gave up reincarnation for me, stripped his soul and refined it into a sword spirit. I always feel a little guilty about him." Gu Qingxi said faintly.
Before leaving, the Dingtian sword made a slight tremor. Xiao Changfeng didn't pay attention, but she heard it clearly, and at the same time felt the attachment and reluctance in the tremor.
Although she knew very well that the Dingtian sword spirit was only beginning to develop intelligence, if Yafeng was an adult and Jiuli Sword was a rebellious teenager, then the Dingtian sword spirit could only be regarded as a babbling baby at most.
His attachment to her was just an obsession from the remnant soul.
But because of this obsession, she was even more moved, and she felt even more guilty when she thought of her neglect of him at the beginning.
"Actually, you don't have to do that. You were very good to him back then. With so many followers, how many of them can you teach them sword skills, and how many of them can get the protective artifact you made by yourself?
Besides, with Dingtian's talent and understanding, he may not be able to reincarnate, and even if he is reincarnated, he may not be able to embark on the path of cultivation again. It may not be a bad thing for him to separate his soul and refine it into a weapon spirit and live forever in the world." Ye Wuchen comforted.
Gu Qingxi knew that he was right.
Although everything in the world is in reincarnation, not many can enter reincarnation again. For cultivators, when their cultivation reaches a certain level, whether they can reincarnate or not depends not only on chance, but sometimes on their talent and understanding.
With Xiao Dingtian's talent and understanding, the chance of entering reincarnation again and embarking on the path of cultivation is indeed not great.
But no matter what, he refined part of his soul into a weapon spirit for himself and completely gave up the opportunity of reincarnation. Thinking of this, Gu Qingxi still couldn't let it go.
"I left a piece of Qinglin's dragon scale to Dingtian. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be able to recover his memory and reshape his soul. Then he can return to the path of cultivation and enter reincarnation again.
So, you don't have to worry about him, and don't blame yourself for him." Seeing this, Ye Wuchen added.
"You mean, when did you give him the Qinglong Reverse Scale?" Gu Qingxi looked at Ye Wuchen in surprise.
Although the dragon clan is the most respected beast, not every dragon scale can help cultivators reshape their souls. Only the reverse scale can do it.
"When you were promoted to the Great Yuanman of the Divine Transformation." Ye Wuchen said casually.
It was as if this matter was so insignificant and not worth mentioning.
But looking at his faint smile, Gu Qingxi's heart once again surged with a warm current.
The reverse scale of the dragon clan is the place where the essence, blood and spiritual power converge, and it is also the life gate of the dragon clan. So even if the dragon clan is the most docile, it will be furious and burst out with supreme dragon power when it touches the reverse scale.
Although the dragons will shed their reverse scales every time they transform, such as from the newborn stage to the juvenile stage, and from the juvenile stage to the growth stage, generally speaking, at most four reverse scales will be left in their lifetime.
And as far as Gu Qingxi knows, not all dragon reverse scales can reshape the soul, only the reverse scales of a very small number of dragons such as the Azure Dragon have such a miraculous effect.
It goes without saying how precious such a Azure Dragon reverse scale is.
If it wasn't for making her feel at ease and not making her sad, how could Ye Wuchen give it to Xiao Dingtian.
Holding Ye Wuchen's warm hand tightly, Gu Qingxi's whole heart and whole person seemed to melt in that warm current.
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Jiu Mang Mountain, Ziyan Valley.
The sun shines on the purple rocks on both sides of the valley, reflecting a little crystal light. The spiritual mist behind the valley evaporates, forming a huge barrier, in which the ancient pavilions and buildings are looming.
In front of the valley, that is, outside the barrier, thousands of monks gathered, but no one rushed into the barrier. Everyone was concentrating on a temporary competition platform, where a handsome young monk was fighting with a young monk.
The young monk was not very old and not very tall. There was a sense of agility between his eyebrows and eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth always seemed to give people a bit of a bad feeling.
Well, it was not a seem, it was indeed a bad smile.
He was holding a vajra in his hand, which was a common weapon for Buddhist disciples and was known for its upright and noble spirit. If used by a Buddhist monk, it could even use the power of the Buddha's light to make all demons retreat.
But this vajra fell into his hands, and it was elusive and unpredictable.
The young monk opposite him looked about 28 or 29 years old. Whether in height or cultivation, he was more than one level higher than him, but he was forced to jump around the stage in a panic by this vajra.
"Bang..." With a muffled sound, the young monk was hit in the chest by a stick, and he took several steps back.
Before he could stabilize his body, he saw a flash of golden light in front of him, and the vajra actually came from bottom to top, with a "whoosh" sound, towards the vital point between his legs.
In an instant, the young monk felt a chill in his heart, and the hair on his body stood up.
This kind of fighting style is not uncommon in the secular world, but in the world of cultivation, whether it is a disciple of the immortal sect or a person in the magic way, who would use such a despicable and vulgar fighting style? What
is even more incredible is that the one who used this move is a disciple of the Buddhist sect, and he did not use a sword, but a vajra that is famous for its long-lasting righteousness.
What would happen if he was hit in the vital point by this stick?
The young monk did not dare to think too much and turned around to dodge.
It must be said that his strength is still good. Although he was seriously injured by a heavy blow to the chest just now, he still dodged this fatal blow at the last moment.
However, at the moment he turned around, the vajra changed from a poke to a stab, and stabbed him fiercely between his legs.
"Ouch..." The young monk let out a shrill howl, and flew out of the competition stage with his legs clamped together.
Offstage, everyone's anus tightened, chest and abdomen straightened, and took a long breath of cold air.
Gu Qingxi and Ye Wuchen were putting away the flying boat, preparing to fly down from mid-air.
Seeing this scene, she also had cold sweat on her forehead, and a sad lyric emerged in her mind: The chrysanthemums are withered, the ground is full of wounds, and the falling flowers break people's hearts.
Should I go down now, or change my appearance before going down? Gu Qingxi, who has always acted decisively, hesitated for a rare time.
The little monk offstage was Miaoxin, Liaokong's former disciple, and also her old friend.
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