Chapter 230 Gift

"Brother Yun, thank you for the compliment..."

Gao Xian is also quite proud of "The Dream of the Yellow Millet", a story that combines Zhuang Zhou's Dream of the Butterfly and the Yellow Millet Dream. The story is simple but has multiple layers.

Those who like beauties can see the erotic excitement, those who go one level higher can see the fantastic beauty of butterfly fairies, those who go one level higher can see that life is like a dream, those who go one level higher can see that dreams are life, and those who go one level higher can see the difference between form and spirit...

Yun Qiushui praised: "This book is popular among the common people, elegant among the refined people, and profound among the profound people. Its text is like a mirror that can reflect the readers' hearts.

"This poem is lingering and delicate, brilliant as brocade and gorgeous as jade, and its melancholy meaning fully demonstrates the impermanence of life..."

Yun Qiushui changed the subject and directly exposed the scene, saying: "The only problem with this book is that the paintings are too direct and too detailed. There is really no artistic conception to speak of."

Gao Xian explained: "Everyone likes this. Most people don't need to think about life. It's not that they don't have the wisdom, but life is too bitter and they don't want to think about it over and over again.

"Eat candy when you have it, enjoy fun when you have fun, that's all..."

Yun Qiushui looked thoughtful. He was silent for a while and then said, "Brother Gao has a compassionate heart and can see the suffering of all living beings. I am far from that."

"I don't deserve it. I'm just in it, so I have some feelings."

Gao Xian added: "But some people are just idiots without brains, but it has nothing to do with whether he is suffering or not."

Yun Qiushui was deeply touched by this. He laughed and agreed: "That's right!"

What the two of them said was in agreement, and they couldn't help but smile at each other. They were like close friends and felt like bosom friends.

The carriage arrived at the Yujing Palace first, and Yun Qiu Shui took Gao Xian directly to find Yun Qingxuan.

"Sister, this is a short story written by Brother Gao, take a look." Yun Qiu Shui handed "The Dream of the Yellow Millet" to Yun Qingxuan like presenting a treasure.

Although Gao Xian was thick-skinned, he was somewhat embarrassed. In order to sell well, he drew many sexy illustrations in it.

Yun Qiu Shui is a man, and he is free and easy-going in his daily life, so there is no problem for him to read this kind of book.

Showing this to the cold and ethereal Yun Qingxuan was as embarrassing as being caught by a female teacher while reading pornographic stories! Yes, it was that embarrassing.

Fortunately, Gao Xian is not an ordinary person. He has done things like killing female monks who were in the foundation-building stage. He can remain calm even though he is embarrassed.

Yun Qingxuan was not an ordinary person either. She quietly flipped through "The Dream of the Yellow Millet" and was not moved by the dazzling illustrations. Instead, she read it quite seriously.

A novel of tens of thousands of words doesn't actually take that long to read if you don't look at the illustrations.

Not to mention that Jindan Zhenren had sharp eyesight and could read ten lines at a glance. In a short while, he had finished the entire book.

Yun Qingxuan closed the book and said softly, "Good article."

For her, the story of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly and his life as described in the article has several layers of meaning and is very subtle.

Many classics have told various great truths, but none of them are as thorough as Gao Xian’s little story.

The final poem is very good, but its structure is a bit small. It wins because the words are gorgeous and exquisite.

As for the illustrations, not much to say. Kitsch.

Yun Qingxuan said to Gao Xian: "Daoyou has outstanding literary talent and his wonderful ideas are refreshing. I admire you."

Gao Xian bowed in humility. He didn't expect that Yun Qingxuan actually seemed to appreciate the book.

What surprised him even more was that Yun Qingxuan actually put away "The Dream of the Yellow Millet".

She said, "I am going to visit the master, and this book is a perfect gift."

Yun Qingxuan looked at Gao Xian again: "Do you have any objections, fellow Taoist?"

Gao Xian could only smile and said, "It is my honor to present this to the True Lord for his perusal."

"Let's go. We still have a long way to go to Qingxiao Peak. Don't be too late..."

As Yun Qingxuan spoke, he flicked his sleeves and a ball of faint white light emerged from nowhere, transforming into a white cloud umbrella above the three people's heads.

The cloud umbrella gently turned and lifted Yun Qingxuan, Yun Qiu Shui and Gao Xian into the air. As the cloud umbrella continued to rise, its speed became faster and faster.

Gao Xian knew that this spell was called Cloud Light Umbrella, and it was a spell specifically for flying.

Being in it, he felt that a stable space was naturally formed within the range of the cloud umbrella, where people could stand firmly.

The cold wind, strong energy, strong light, chaotic spiritual energy, etc. from the sky were all blocked outside by the cloud umbrella.

Umbrella-shaped cloud light slowly rotated above their heads, and rays of spiritual light flowed among the rippling clouds.

It is difficult to fly fast when flying with a paraglider, but the advantage is stability, and the flying posture is calm and graceful.

The cloud umbrella controlled by Yun Qingxuan was not slow, almost a hundred feet per breath.

Converted to a speed of more than 500 kilometers per hour, it is much faster than high-speed rail.

The vast sky lacks any reference points, and the cloud umbrella moves slowly, giving people a feeling of slowness.

After flying for half an hour, Yun Qingxuan, Gao Xian and Yun Qiu Shui landed on the top of a mountain.

Gao Xian saw from afar a Taoist temple-style building on the top of the peak. It looked like it had only two entrances, front and back, and was not very large.

The Taoist temple had blue brick walls and gray tiles on the roof, and looked quite simple. He had never expected that Yuanying Zhenjun Yun Zai Tian actually lived here.

When we arrived at the gate of the Taoist temple, we saw three big characters "Xuanming Temple" written on the horizontal plaque in front of the gate.

There was some moss growing on the bluestone steps in front of the door, and the wooden door was quite worn out. The red paint on it had become mottled and white, revealing the original color of the wood.

Yun Qingxuan and Yun Qiu Shui both naturally straightened their Dharma crowns and adjusted their collars and lapels.

Gao Xian followed suit and did it again.

Regardless of whether the hair is messy or the clothes are wrinkled or not, this ceremony expresses respect.

After Yun Qingxuan had tidied himself, he walked forward and knocked gently on the door. After a while, the door opened and a handsome Taoist boy in green clothes, about twelve or thirteen years old, walked out.

The Taoist boy in green bowed his head respectfully and said, "Uncle Master, the Grandmaster is waiting for you..."

Led by the Taoist boy in green, several people came to the main hall of the Taoist temple. Gao Xian saw Wan Yingying in apricot yellow Taoist robe at a glance.

The statue enshrined in front of the main hall looked like a Taoist wearing a fishtail crown. Wan Yingying was sitting on a cushion below the statue, trying her best to look serious on her little face.

It's just that her pair of beautiful big eyes are always looking around, making her look more lively and cheerful.

Sitting opposite Wan Yingying was a white-haired Taoist priest with a gaunt face, three long strands of beard, a green hibiscus crown on his head and a green Taoist robe on his body.

The white-haired Taoist priest sits in meditation with his eyes closed, and there is a natural aura of tranquility and mystery.

Yun Qingxuan and Yun Qiushui both bowed their heads from a distance and said, "Disciple greets the Grandmaster."

Gao Xian also bowed his head but said nothing.

The white-haired Taoist slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were as clear as water, and contained a Taoist's calmness and peace.

He smiled and raised his hand to signal, "Come in."

Yun Qiushui usually talks a lot, but in front of his master Yun Zaitian, he restrained his unruly nature and his every word and action was like that of a modest gentleman.

Yun Qingxuan was still as cold and indifferent as ever. After bowing, she took out "The Dream of the Yellow Millet" and handed it to the white-haired Taoist Yun Zaitian with both hands.

"Grandmaster, this is a short story written by Daoist Fellow Gao. It is quite interesting."

"Oh, let me see."

Yun Zaitian took the book with great interest, and then he called to Gao Xian, "Little friend Gao, come here and sit here."

Gao Xian glanced at Yun Qingxuan and Yun Qiu Shui who were standing with their hands behind their backs. It would not be convenient for him to sit while the two of them were standing.

He declined, "There is no place for me in front of the True Lord."

Yun Zai Tian smiled gently: "It's okay, today you are Yingying's parent, but you are different from Qingxuan and the others. Sit down."

Yun Zai Tian behaved in a very approachable manner, without any aura of a powerful person, just like an ordinary Taoist priest.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

Gao Xian didn't know why, but he naturally did what the other person said.

He cursed himself in his heart, thinking that he couldn't let his legs weaken when he saw Yuanying Zhenjun. He had to act cool and calm, and be neither humble nor arrogant.

Yun Zai Tian has been in the world for two thousand years. Apart from anything else, a cultivator who has been tempered by such a long time is worthy of respect.

Respecting the old and loving the young was also a beautiful tradition of his previous life. Here he had to maintain his style and let Yuanying Zhenjun see the high quality of modern people! Gao Xian did not show any more modesty and respectfully sat down in the first position of Yun Zai Tianxia.

Wan Yingying, who was sitting opposite Yun Zaitian, looked straight at Gao Xian, her big eyes full of joy, but she didn't dare to say anything.

Gao Xian nodded to Wan Yingying. He hadn't seen her for more than ten days. Although the girl had changed into a Taoist robe, she was still as lively as ever and hadn't changed much.

It can be seen that Yun Zai Tian treats Wan Yingying well, otherwise she would not be so relaxed.

Yun Zai Tian said, "There is still some time. I will take a look at your works first."

The two thousand year old Yuanying Zhenjun picked up the "Yellow Millet Dream Record" and started to read it.

Yun Zai Tian didn't read very fast. He turned the pages one by one and seemed to be reading quite seriously.

Gao Xian felt even more embarrassed when he thought about the revealing illustrations he drew being carefully studied by this two thousand year old Yuanying Zhenjun.

This level of embarrassment is equivalent to writing a love letter to your first love, and then being caught by the teacher and made to read it aloud in front of the whole class...

Wan Yingying, who was standing next to him, widened her eyes in curiosity. She never knew Gao Xian could write a book, and judging from the teacher's appearance, it seemed like he wrote quite well.

Gao Xian glared at Wan Yingying. This was not something she could bear to see! Wan Yingying didn't understand why. She pouted a little aggrieved. She didn't know why Gao Xian was so mean to her! Yun Zai Tian turned to the last page and nodded gently: "My friend is very talented. I haven't seen such an interesting story for a long time. The painting is also good and unique..."

He casually put the "Yellow Millet Dream" into his sleeve and turned to business: "Yingying is extremely talented and lively, and I get along quite well with her. I plan to take her in as my personal disciple. You are her elder, do you have any objection?"

Gao Xian hurriedly bowed his head and said, "It is a blessing for Yingying to be favored by the True Lord. I am very happy for her. It is all up to the True Lord to decide."

Yun Zai Tian nodded. He was just asking out of politeness and thought Gao Xian would have no reason to object.

He said, "Yingying is officially becoming my disciple today. As Yingying's elder, you are the perfect person to watch the ceremony."

Yun Zai Tian stood up and waved to Wan Yingying, who walked over obediently.

"For my sect, becoming a disciple is very simple. One kowtows to the ancestor, kowtows to the teacher, and swears an oath never to betray the sect..."

Under the guidance of Yun Zai Tian, ​​Wan Yingying burned incense and kowtowed to the statue of the ancestor god, and kowtowed three times and nine times to Yun Zai Tian, ​​and then swore an oath in front of the statue of the ancestor god with Yun Zai Tian as witness.

The whole process was simple and solemn. Gao Xian even felt that the statue of the deity had come alive and was calmly examining the disciples kneeling at its feet.

Gao Xian could feel the sacred and solemn atmosphere permeating the hall. He could feel the pure power that had been refined over a long period of time. In front of this power, he was as small as an ant.

He was shocked, but then he realized that the invisible force had penetrated his defenses and permeated his soul without him knowing when.

Yun Zai Tian was not targeting him, nor did he do it intentionally. He was just following the ancient solemn ceremony, and his power was naturally projected. This is the peerless magical power accumulated by Yuanying Zhenjun over two thousand years! Gao Xian was very happy for Wan Yingying. This girl's parents died early, and today she can worship under Yuanying Zhenjun. She will have a bright future in the future! You must know that even Yun Qingxuan, with such qualifications, is not Yun Zai Tian's direct disciple. The weight of this direct disciple can be imagined!

After the apprenticeship ceremony, Yun Zai Tian also seemed very happy, "In the past two thousand years, I have accepted eight direct disciples, and you are the ninth. This Tiandun Ring is given to you for self-defense."

Yun Zai Tian took out a silver ring with spiritual light and put it on Wan Yingying as a hair ring.

Wan Yingying didn’t know what grade of magic weapon the Tiandun Ring was, but she knew that it should be a good thing since the teacher gave it to her, so she thanked him happily.

Gao Xian couldn't tell the depth of the Sky Escape Ring. In his opinion, it was at least a third-tier spiritual weapon!

He sighed in his heart, Yuanying Zhenjun is just rich and powerful. He has been struggling for so long, but he still doesn't have a third-level spiritual weapon in his hand.

On second thought, the other party is a Yuanying Zhenjun who has lived for two thousand years and has accumulated a huge fortune. He also controls the Qingyun Sect and has tens of millions of cultivators under his command.

The same goes for Yun Qiu Shui and Yun Qing Xuan. Although they are young, they have the support of Qing Yun Sect and have a sophisticated and strict practice system, as well as a variety of supporting elixirs, magical instruments, and spiritual objects.

They have gathered the power of a huge sect, which is why they have such cultivation.

Although he has the cheat of Fengyue Baojian, he has only accumulated knowledge for a few years. How can he compare with Yuanying Zhenjun, how can he compare with Yun Qiu Shui and Yun Qingxuan.

Gao Xian was originally very envious of Yun Qiu Shui and Yun Qing Xuan, but now that he understood the connection, he suddenly felt balanced.

Wan Yingying got something good and wanted to share it with Gao Xian, but the gift given by the teacher as a gift to others obviously could not be given away.

She turned her bright eyes and grabbed the sleeve of the white-haired Taoist priest and said coquettishly: "Teacher, my brother has come to watch the ceremony. You are a great Yuanying Zhenjun, so you should give me some gift..."

Gao Xian couldn't help but glance at Wan Yingying, thinking to himself, my good girl, my love for you is not in vain!

Yun Zai Tian laughed dumbly: "Yingying is young, but she knows etiquette and virtue. My friend is here to watch the ceremony, and this is the first time we meet, so I have to give her a gift."

He groaned for a moment and said, "My friend, I see that the Lingxi flying sword in your left hand is of good quality, but its spiritual power has been lost and it is difficult to exert its power.

"I happen to have a sword-nourishing jade here, so I'll give it to you. I think it will be able to increase the power of this Lingxi sword a little bit..."

Gao Xian thought he had a noble character and was indifferent to fame and wealth, but he dared not refuse the gift from the elder! Refusing a gift from a Yuanying Zhenjun was not only impolite, but also ignorant of life and death!

He immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, Master. I am very honored to receive your thanks."

Yun Zai Tian smiled. He quite admired Gao Xian's straightforward style. He didn't act pretentiously when he wanted to. That's good. He's a smart man! Yun Qiu Shui was delighted. The gift itself was not important to receive a gift from the ancestor. What was important was the ancestor's appreciation for Gao Xian.

If something happens in the future, showing the name of the founder will be enough to deter the villains in the sect! No matter how presumptuous Shui Yuying is, she dare not be disrespectful to the founder!

Gao Xian failed at the Qingyun Dharma Assembly, but with the care of the ancestors, it would not be difficult for him to become a true disciple.

Yun Qiushui felt that he had gained a lot this time and was really happy for his good friend...

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The age of Yuanying Zhenjun was wrong before, please correct it~ 　　 　 (End of this chapter)