Xuan Lingzi said: "You practice the 'Nine Lotus Heart Record', so you can naturally enter this Nine Lotus Formation directly."
Luo Jianqing felt a little nervous and was even more concerned about the mysterious "Nine Heavenly Records".
Xuan Lingzi led Luo Jianqing to the raised area in the center of the stone platform, where a single, nearly extinguished lamp lit up. This lamp was crafted from Taihua Mountain's unique natal jade. Even after thirty thousand years, the lotus-like body remained smooth and round. Aside from a ravine-like crack that threatened to shatter it, it looked brand new.
The flame at the wick had long been extinguished, but if you look closely, you can see one or two sparks still quietly lighting up.
Looking at the lamp, Luo Jianqing already had the answer in his heart. He looked at Xuan Lingzi, who nodded and said, "This is Master Jiulian's natal lamp. Since Master Jiulian disappeared 30,000 years ago, this lamp has been placed in the forbidden area of Yuxiao Peak, passed down by each successive Yuxiao Peak Master."
Hearing Venerable Yuqingzi say that "Venerable Jiulian's natal lamp has not been extinguished" is one thing, but seeing it with your own eyes is another.
Luo Jianqing gradually lost himself in thought as he gazed at the lamp. Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind. He hesitated for a moment and said to Xuan Lingzi, "Master, the ninth-grade divine elixir that healed you was said to have been refined by Grandmaster Jiulian. The elixir spirit would like to come out and take a look at this lamp now. Is that okay?"
Xuan Lingzi nodded.
Luo Jianqing immediately released Qingjun.
When Qingjun emerged, the nine blue lotuses on the Flowing Jade Juice immediately blossomed with countless beams of light, piercing straight at him with overwhelming force. Xuan Lingzi flicked his sleeve, deflecting the attacks and concealing Qingjun's presence.
The elegant and handsome scholar looked at the lamp before him, his face gradually turning pale. He slowly reached out his hand and touched the lamp. Luo Jianqing wanted to stop him, but the barrier surrounding the lamp tacitly allowed Qingjun to enter. His slender fingers meticulously traced the lotus pattern on the lamp, caressing every inch of the lamp, finally stopping at the groove and crack on the lamp.
Qingjun looked at him for a long time, then turned around and bowed, "Thank you, Luo Jianqing."
Luo Jianqing said embarrassedly: "In the end, I didn't help you find the person you were waiting for."
Qing Jun smiled calmly, "He is my master. I should have known this long ago. I have already waited for thirty thousand years, so how could I wait so easily? I am delighted to see my master's natal lamp today. I wish to become its wick and light it day and night."
Hearing this, Luo Jianqing was shocked and said, "Qingjun, do you know that if you turn into a lamp wick, you will be constantly burned by the cultivator's life-defining spiritual fire from now on. Although Master Jiulian's life-defining lamp is almost completely extinguished, but..."
"I know, but I also know that if no one is willing to keep this lamp alive, perhaps in another hundred years, it will truly go out." Qingjun looked at the master and disciple in front of him with a smile. His gaze finally lingered on Xuan Lingzi, and he said something strange: "Perhaps this is fate. The fate of Yuxiao Peak's Peak Master will be passed on to me from now on. Nine Lotus Blue Ink Pill, I will devote my entire life to rekindling this lamp."
Xuan Lingzi was slightly stunned when he heard this and said, "You know, even if it is ignited, it does not mean that Master Jiulian will come back to life."
Qingjun nodded: "I know."
Xuan Lingzi's expression was slightly stern, but Luo Jianqing still insisted, "This is Taihua Mountain's natal lamp. As an elixir, if you really turn into a wick, you may never be able to regain your freedom and will be restricted by this lamp! Qingjun, don't act on impulse. This is a matter that will last for generations..."
The handsome and elegant Confucian scholar smiled when he heard this and looked at the nervous and anxious blue-robed monk with a gentle gaze.
Qingjun just smiled, but Luo Jianqing couldn't say what he wanted to say anymore. He could only open his lips in silence and then slowly close them.
After a long moment, Qing Jun spoke softly, "That day, as a ninth-grade Danling, I didn't flee because I never imagined such an outstanding cultivator could exist in the world. I haven't fled for ten days, so why would I flee now? He is my master, Jiulian. His name and that man's are engraved on my name. Since the Jiulian Qingmo Pill can't save Mo Qing, how can I leave Jiulian?"
Luo Jianqing's lips moved, but Xuan Lingzi grabbed his hand.
The two of them stared silently at the ninth-grade elixir in front of them, dressed in a Confucian robe. The latter bowed deeply and stood up with a smile on his face. "After parting today, I'm afraid we won't be able to meet again. How about I play a song for you, as a way to put an end to our acquaintance."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qingjun lifted his sleeves, and an ancient wooden harp appeared before him. He sat on the ground, casually placed the wooden harp on his knees, and gently stroked the instrument. Finally, he sighed and began to play the instrument.
The sound of the zither is lingering and resounding. When it is high, it is like the cry of a crane, and when it is low, it is like the whisper of an oriole. Each sound is sincere and goes straight to the heart, and each sentence asks about love but has no ending.
Qingjun's fingers were extremely beautiful, and when he pressed the strings, they were as transparent as white jade. He played softly, and the sound wasn't particularly sad, but Luo Jianqing felt a heavy feeling in his heart.
Luo Jianqing's cultivation seemed to solidify and grow with each phrase of the zither music. Waves of elixir fragrance emanated from the music, nourishing both Luo Jianqing and Xuan Lingzi, solidifying the former's realm and healing the latter's hidden injuries.
On the long river of flowing jade juice, the nine green lotuses were gradually moisturized.
This song is like a lover's whispered narration; when the climax arrives, everything suddenly changes. Life and death are not the greatest chasm. The true chasm is this: I know you've never held me in your heart, yet I'm willing to wait for you for 30,000 years, waiting for your return. From now on, I'll become your wick, lighting a jade lotus lamp that will never again burn.
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