Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 235: You Still Think About Me
"Is Senior Sister Xueqi okay?"

Outside the treasure house, the righteous people were in a very embarrassing situation.

Neither leaving nor coming in.

Lu Xueqi had followed Xu Zhiqiu in for a while, and Xiaoshi was a little worried about her safety.

"You don't have to worry about that..."

Lin Chushuang looked surprisingly relaxed, which made Xiaoshi wonder:
"Although I have been in the mountain for less than ten years, I have heard about Senior Sister Xueqi and him more than once... I heard that they have a past relationship. What is their relationship?"

Lin Chushuang glanced at her:
"It was he who sent your Senior Sister Xueqi to the mountain. What do you think their relationship is?"

"what?"

Xiao Shi's eyes were filled with gossip. She looked around and leaned closer to ask in a low voice:
"So there's something special between them?"

Lin Chushuang's eyes turned white:
"I'm not sure about this, but at least... he can't be a stranger, right?"

The two of them were whispering to each other when suddenly a figure in white emerged from the entrance of the treasury.

Seeing this, the two of them immediately surrounded him:

"Senior Sister Xueqi, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Shi took her hand and looked her up and down. Lin Chushuang asked with concern:

"He didn't do anything to you, right?"

Lu Xueqi's eyes were flustered and her cheeks were red, a rare look of confusion.

"No, it's okay..."

"..."

The two looked at each other suspiciously. In just a few seconds, it seemed as if thousands of idle words were exchanged. Lin asked again:
"Are you...really okay?"

Lu Xueqi also realized that her complexion was not right at the moment, so she mobilized the blood and energy in her upper body to sink downwards, and soon returned to her cold and cool appearance.

But the heart beating wildly in my chest still couldn't calm down for a long time.

"fine."

…………

In the treasury,
Xu Zhiqiu took the Emperor's Dark Stone in front of him and examined it carefully.

Colorful lights shone on his face one after another, but none of them was as eye-catching as the warm light in his eyes.

As his vision improved, the strange stone seemed to be stripped of layers of filters in his eyes and became clearer and clearer.

Soon, we got a rough idea.

I can only say that it is worthy of being called an elixir of life. The enormous amount of vitality contained in this small strange stone is simply unprecedented.

But although the "density" is high, it is not overbearing and appears to be quite stable and gentle.

As the observation goes deeper,
Xu Zhiqiu discovered that this was not the vitality created by seizing the fortune of heaven and earth, or grabbing the vitality of heavenly materials and treasures, but more like a precious medicine directly plundered from spiritual life itself.

Legend has it that in ancient times, human lifespan was generally ten times that of people today.

Moreover, at that time, the heaven and earth were full of spiritual energy, and there were pastoral scenery everywhere, and spiritual animals such as dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns were everywhere.

In other words, this might be a precious medicine made from the essence of the flesh and blood of some spiritual beast.

His observation power deepened again, and he vaguely sensed a trace of remaining life marks.

However, the mark of life has been worn away by millions of years and is no longer recognizable.

"Emperor of Heaven..."

Xu Zhiqiu pondered over this name in his mouth...

The legend is so far away that only a name can be remembered.

It can be speculated that the ancient Heavenly Emperor has long passed away after millions of years of ruthless time.

It can be seen that the Emperor of Heaven himself is not immortal, so how could he leave behind this elixir of immortality?

If this medicine can really make people immortal, why doesn't he use it?

Of course, the word "immortality" is quite flexible when it comes down to it.

There is also a possibility... maybe he committed suicide because he was tired of living? Or maybe he was murdered?

But leaving aside the elixir of life, why does this heavenly book exist in this treasure house?
What kind of relationship exists between the Heavenly Book and the Emperor of Heaven?
There are too many questions that are impossible to answer due to the long passage of time.

Xu Zhiqiu could only suppress his doubts and start looking for the so-called "third treasure".

Actually, it’s not difficult to find.

Guan Li searched around and soon found a hidden structure underneath the altar where the strange stone was originally placed.

Xu Zhiqiu raised his hand and smashed the wooden altar into pieces, revealing the red surface underneath.

It is six feet long and wide, with intricate grooves and patterns crisscrossing it, which should be some kind of array pattern.

This red tabletop was obviously not made of ordinary stone. It was extremely strong. Even with the strength of his palm, he couldn't break it at all.

By observing it with my own eyes, I feel that the materials used are similar to those of the Karma Fire Heavy Sword in my own treasury.

Where the lines converge, that is, in the lower left corner of the altar, there is a key-shaped indentation.

Xu Zhiqiu did not hesitate and pressed the bronze key given to him by Xuanniao on the dent.

Snapped!
The key fits perfectly into the indentation, making a slight click.

"........."

Xu Zhiqiu waited quietly for a few seconds, but nothing happened.

Just when he was doubtful,
Ding~
A golden light as small as a bean rose above the key, then dissipated like a popped bubble.

Then golden light gushed out, like a warm fluid, gradually flowing over the dent.

Then it spreads around along those fine lines, gradually filling up the array pattern.

With a short collision, the panel of the altar began to rise slowly.

After being raised one foot, it moved horizontally to the left, revealing its existence.

It was an ordinary, even stained object.

"..."

There was a hint of surprise in Xu Zhiqiu's eyes.

It turned out to be a flag.

Or a big banner?
The overall height is about 14 feet, and the part with the flag is about six feet high.

The carrying pole had long since decayed and crumbled to dust when exposed to air.

But the fabric of the banner seemed extraordinary. Although it looked dirty and yellow, it had actually withstood the erosion of time.

A closer look revealed that it was covered with densely packed, messy brown handwriting.

Looking more closely, those characters were all ancient pictograms, which Xu Zhiqiu could hardly recognize.

The handwriting is arranged in a messy manner, but the spacing between the characters is regular.

Most of them are single words or double words, and there are rarely three-word or four-word combinations.

Its structure is like...

"Name?"

Xu Zhiqiu couldn't be sure either, he just had a suspicion.

In ancient times, the concept of names had not yet evolved.

Most of the names of people are single-word structures, such as Lie, Li, Feng...

Of course there are also two-character names, but these are not very important and were later mostly used as the names of ethnic groups and tribes.

Such as Youchao, Suiren, Fuxi, Shennong and so on.

They refer to the ancestor who built nests, the ancestor who drilled wood to make fire, the ancestor who pioneered fishing and hunting for meat, and the ancestor who discovered grass and vegetables...

The numerous characters on the banner that look like people's names appear to be dense and chaotic, but in fact, their structure clearly has a certain order.

Those double-word structures are obviously larger and more eye-catching, and are all located in the center of the banner, while those single-word structures are basically distributed on the periphery.

Just like millions of common people surrounding a few nobles, their classes can be distinguished at a glance.

After hesitating for a while, Xu Zhiqiu reached out to take the cloth.

The moment his fingers touched the banner, his eyes suddenly trembled.

Then, on the surface of his warm eyes, like a revolving lantern, a series of colorful paintings were reflected——

In ancient times, our ancestors ate raw meat and drank blood, fought against wild beasts, and fought against heaven and earth. There were also landslides and volcanic eruptions, which caused all living beings to be in chaos, and the rain hit the duckweed. The great power and terror drove all people to prostrate themselves and kowtow to the sky.

There are also ancient Qigong masters who breathe out cold wind and rain, participate in the creation of heaven and earth, fight against demons, and rise to the sky with the sun...

The last painting,
Many people gathered under the big banner, using their fingers as pens and their blood as ink to write their names.

“￥@#%#…”

It was like countless people shouting in his ears, cheering, getting angry, or wailing, but Xu Zhiqiu naturally had no way of understanding that ancient accent and language.

However, he still felt a sense of ancient barbarism coming towards him, which made him feel dazed.

Unconsciously, it came out of my mouth——

"The traces of the common people..."

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"So, in the end, only you two entered the Emperor's treasury?"

"Yes."

The sun and the moon move, the stars change and the constellations change.

A few days later.

At the back mountain of Tongtian Peak, three people sat down at the stone table in front of the ancestral temple.

Wan Jianyi and Shuiyue read the heavenly scripture that Lu Xueqi had written out, and the former handed the scripture back.

"This volume of heavenly book is extremely profound, but the context is missing. Only those with extraordinary talent and comprehension can understand it. Take it back and study it carefully. With time, your cultivation will surely advance to a higher level."

Lu Xueqi didn't say anything and took it silently.

She had told them the whole story of the trip to Dead Marsh.

This of course also includes Xu Zhiqiu's suppression of the Ghost King Sect's Ten Thousand Poison Sect, killing the Black Snake, and finally obtaining the treasure house's elixir...

Of course, Lu Xueqi did not mention that she was forced to drink the spiritual liquid in the cup.

Wan Jian sighed suddenly:
"It seems that this time, Qingyun Sect got him for free."

If not for this, few disciples would be able to return alive from this trip to Dead Marsh.

"Before, I asked someone to give me some medicine, and now I have saved my Qingyun disciples from being surrounded..."

Shuiyue looked at Wan Jianyi with a serious expression.

"Although Qingyun and Sanyi have an old grudge, it has been settled in name only. Now I, Qingyun, should respond, otherwise I will be laughed at by my peers all over the world."

"You have a point..."

Wan Jian thought about it, and suddenly remembered something, and said to Lu Xueqi:
"Oh, there is something that has been decided, but your master hasn't had time to tell you yet, right?"

Lu Xueqi looked at her mentor Shuiyue in confusion, but saw a rare hint of shyness on her cold cheeks.

One Thousand Swords:
"Your master and I are getting married soon. I want to make it grand and lively. I will invite not only those within the sect, but also people from all over the world. Trinity is a close neighbor. Do you think we should..."

Hearing this, Lu Xueqi's eyes slightly opened, obviously a little surprised.

She thought for a few seconds, then suddenly raised her eyes again, her gaze firm and bright:

"If the master has this intention, I am willing to be the one to deliver the invitation."

"..."

Seeing her answer like this, Wan Jianyi and Shuiyue looked at each other, but did not show much surprise.

As if it had been expected.

"Haha, you are such a straightforward kid..."

Wan Jianyi shook his head, looking embarrassed: "But speaking of this, it really makes me feel a little embarrassed."

Because of the Daoxuan incident, many people in the sect... especially those in Tongtian Peak, are still thinking about this old grudge.

If we really send an invitation this time, we will definitely be criticized or even strongly opposed within the sect.

Wan Jianyi had to consider the feelings of this group of people.

But as the head master, one must always take a higher perspective.

After all, this is indeed a great opportunity to ease relations with Trinity Gate.

The current world order is no longer the situation of three factions standing side by side.

As Fenxiang Valley's status declined, Tianyin Temple also gradually followed suit.

Apart from the Qingyun Sect which still maintains the dignity of the former number one wealthy family, it has to be admitted that more than half of the "share" of the righteous structure in the world today has been occupied by the behemoth that is the Cultivation Alliance.

Although Trinity Gate is independent of the alliance, it is an existence that cannot be ignored.

If Qingyun Sect wants to engage in diplomacy, it will definitely not be able to avoid Trinity.

……

Lu Xueqi undoubtedly agreed and supported this matter from the bottom of her heart.

Over the past ten years, she has thought about "reconciling" more than once.

Of course, it's not just at the sect level, it's more at the personal level.

Seeing that Wan Jianyi was still not giving a definite answer, Lu Xueqi couldn't help but feel a little upset.

Just as he was about to speak, Shuiyue, perhaps seeing what his beloved disciple was thinking, immediately advised:

"Xueqi, you've been working hard these days. Go back and rest first. Your uncle Wan and I will have to consider this matter again."

What else can Lu Xueqi say?
"Yes."

After saying this, he stood up, bowed, and took his leave.

"Wait a minute."

He turned around and was about to leave, but before he took two steps, Shuiyue stopped him.

She stood up from the stone bench and walked in front of her beloved disciple. She reached out and gently stroked Lu Xueqi's cheek, her eyebrows slightly furrowed:

"Why do you look a little strange? Are you injured?"

Lu Xueqi's eyes flickered.
"Qier is fine, don't worry, Master."

Only after feeling her pulse did Shuiyue feel relieved.

"That's good."

Shuiyue's eyes were a little dazed, but he still stroked her cheek gently:

"It's been so many years, and you've grown up so much. Time flies..."

As he spoke, a trace of heartache appeared in those eyes that seemed to see through everything:
"Ordinarily, if you hadn't become a monk, you should have been married long ago. Unfortunately..."

How many years can a girl’s youth last?

Even if a monk has a long lifespan, should he squander it at will?
Didn't she waste the best three hundred years of her youth?

Shuiyue's words made Lu Xueqi tremble!
Those bright eyes were radiant at first, but then for some reason, they dimmed.

She turned and left. Shuiyue stared at her beloved disciple's receding back for a long time without saying a word.

Wan Jian found something wrong and couldn't help but say:
"Junior sister... why do you have to say this to the child?"

"Because I want to."

Shuiyue was not polite to Wanjian at all. She looked distressed and was reluctant to look away:
"This child has too many ties in her heart and has little freedom. The reason I said this is also to tell her my attitude in disguise. Help her cut off some thorns, so that when the time comes... she can be braver."

…………

When walking down the Hongqiao Bridge, Lu Xueqi was still in a daze.

My mind kept recalling the scene in the treasure house, the touch, and the breath that was so close.

She turned the memory over and over in her mind, chewing it back and forth like a ruminant.

That usually cold and beautiful face couldn't help but blush a little.

No matter which one it is, one thing is certain -

The corners of Lu Xueqi's lips curled up into an imperceptible smile.

There was no one around at the moment, and no one would hear her if she whispered.

then--

"So, you still miss me..."

(End of this chapter)