One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 286: Fighting and Reasoning

The owner of Zhenhai Pavilion is named Hai Tianshou.

In everyone's mind, he is the Jindan cultivator who is closest to the Nascent Soul stage.

However, ever since the situation of the battle over the capital city spread, everyone discovered that the master of Luoxian Temple, who had been hiding in the capital city for many years, could actually suppress Fenglei Zhenren who had been promoted to the Nascent Soul stage. Although Fenglei Zhenren had just been promoted, he was also a Nascent Soul stage. It was obvious that the master of Luoxian Temple must have been in the Nascent Soul stage for many years, or even above the Nascent Soul stage.

The deputy master of Tiandu Mountain, Master Feng Hong, was able to use Tiandu Mountain to force the powerful, mysterious and terrifying master of Luoxian Temple to flee back to Senluo Palace, so many people think that Master Feng Hong may also be a Nascent Soul.

Therefore, they began to speculate about the equally mysterious leader of Zhenhai Pavilion, suspecting that he might not be a golden elixir either.

Therefore, the reputation of Zhenhai Pavilion has also increased a bit. These days are the time period for purifying the sea, and compared with previous years, more people come to join.

During the time Xun Lanyin came to Zhenhai Pavilion, she seemed to have been hiding in her boudoir. No one knew much about her, and it was difficult to get to know her well in the few times they met.

Some people even thought that Xun Lanyin was too arrogant and was just putting on airs. Of course, she only dared to say such things when she was trying to please Haichuan in private. After all, Tiandu Mountain was so famous at that time that it could directly cross thousands of miles of void and appear above the capital to suppress demons. This ability was not something that any other force could do.

At this banquet, the person who spoke was also a Jindan cultivator. His purpose this time was just to suppress Xun Lanyin's arrogance and make her not so arrogant. Then he would praise Master Haichuan and create opportunities for him.

Xun Lanyin knew that his Taoist name was Tian Qianzi, and that he had visited her privately and had met her once. During the visit, he hinted to Xun Lanyin in the name of a senior that she should make more friends here, and he also praised Haichuan overtly and covertly, and even intended to act as a matchmaker in the name of a senior.

It made her feel annoyed.

"Hahaha..." Tian Qianzi laughed and said, "Master Xun has been inland for a long time, so he may not know that we who live in the open sea have been fighting against the wind and waves all year round, and we all enjoy hearing about wars. These days, many juniors often come to ask me whether Master Xun is really as the rumors say."

Xun Lanyin's eyes swept across the other people in the hall and found that some of them were eager to try. Of course, these people were all Purple Mansion cultivators.

If there was no one supporting him from behind, the Purple Mansion cultivator would never dare to show such an expression.

One of the Purple Mansion cultivators said, "I am Liu Chong from Nanming Island. I would like to ask Master Xun for some guidance."

"If you can learn one of my methods, I will teach you." After Xun Lanyin finished speaking, she stretched out the jade-like index finger of her right hand and dipped a drop of tea from the teacup. A drop of water stuck to her fingertips, and she flicked her finger.

That drop of water flew out, and the moment it bounced out, in the eyes of Liu Chong on Nanming Island, it turned into a huge wave.

He had been in the sea for a long time, and he was good at water magic. With a raise of his hand, he used his most proud technique of absorbing water and returning it to the origin.

He once gathered all the water from a small river into his palm and made it into a water ball.

"Photography!"

He shouted softly, his spell full of confidence.

However, the invisible water waves seemed unaffected and pounced on him. In that instant, he seemed to be struck by a huge force, and all the magic power in his body seemed to be washed away.

He was involuntarily swept up by the waves, but the waves did not knock down anything. They just fell on the wooden floor, and his whole body actually flowed out from the gap in the wooden floor along with the waves.

Everyone saw that he seemed to have become invisible water, or a shadow, flowing out of the gap along the water.

Everyone was shocked by such a scene. Those Purple Mansion cultivators found that they seemed to see it very clearly. The opponent's magic was smooth and natural without any worldly air, but Liu Chong did not have any power to resist.

"Good magic, good skills." Haichuan sat there, leading the applause, and the others also applauded.

But Xun Lanyin did not laugh. She looked at Tian Qianzi and said, "I heard that Tian Qian has been fighting against the wind and waves for many years. He is happy to hear about war and is also good at water magic. I am not talented, but I would like to learn a thing or two."

She didn't hear the other party fighting the wind and waves, she clearly heard the other party say so just now.

Tian Qianzi's face turned cold, and he said, "Master Xun's reputation is not easy to come by, so don't ruin it here."

"Please." Xun Lanyin had just finished speaking when the teacup in her hand began to shake. The tea in the cup swirled into a whirlpool and rolled out.

It was clearly just a small cup of tea, but after rolling out the cup, it formed a huge wave and rushed towards Tian Qianzi.

Tian Qianzi snorted coldly. He was angry in his heart because he felt that Xun Lanyin used the same magic on him and Liu Chong.

Although one was a cup spilled and the other was a drop of water ejected, in his opinion, the spells inside were the same, which was an insult.

He decided to use the same magic as Liu Chong. Since Liu Chong failed to do it, he certainly believed that he could do it.

So he raised his hand and made it into a claw, ready to catch this huge wave that appeared out of nowhere in his hand.

At this moment, the water waves in the whirlpool suddenly grew rapidly, and the waves turned into a water dragon in an instant. The water dragon emerged from the whirlpool, stretched out its claws, and placed them on his palm.

At this moment, he discovered that the Dharma power in his palm was imprisoned.

The moment the Dharma thought arose in his mind again, the water dragon suddenly let out a "dragon roar". The dragon roar went straight into his heart, and it actually made the Dharma thought in his mind stagnate at this moment, and even felt like it was dissipating.

The water was already rushing towards him, and a layer of water light surged above his head to form a water shield. Faintly, a tortoise shell shape could be seen appearing.

The water waves fell on the tortoise shell and then flowed on the ground.

Tian Qianzi was both shocked and angry.

The other party only cast a spell, but I had to use a magic weapon to avoid being in trouble. The difference between us was obvious.

Moreover, he actually wanted to catch the flowing water, but he found that he couldn't do it.

The water seemed to no longer be water, but something else, and was not affected by him.

"Master Xun, if you want to do this, how about we go out to the Canghai and have another fight?" Tian Qianzi was not convinced.

The battle between the two, in addition to magic power and spells, also involves magic weapons and their familiarity with the current environment.

He didn't think he would lose.

Xun Lanyin ignored him, but looked at Haichuan and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Seventh Master. I am tired."

After she finished speaking, she was already able to take care of herself, but Haichuan quickly said: "Please do as you please, please do as you please..."

When Xun Lanyin stood up, water began to shine on her body. Her steps swayed slightly, and the black Taoist robe on her body quickly faded and turned into water color, disappearing in the hall.

To be honest, everyone saw clearly that the magic spells Xun Lanyin cast in the hall were not complicated or profound. However, she could not block a purple palace or a golden elixir in the hall, and that was the problem.

It is a simple and clear spell, but one cannot catch it. That means there is a deeper legal principle behind the spell.

At this time, someone came in from outside the hall. It was Liu Chong who had just been swept away by the waves through the gap between the wooden boards.

So everyone asked him how he felt, but Tian Qianzi snorted coldly and stood up and left.

The people in the hall were silent for a while, and when they saw that the Seventh Young Master Haichuan didn't say anything, they started discussing again. They wanted to discern the legal principles behind Xun Lanyin's simple and clear magic from Liu Chong's feelings when he received the magic.

Haichuan was turning the wine glass in his hand and looking at the door. He recalled Xun Lanyin's every move here and felt that her every look and every movement was so charming and captivating.

“If I can practice dual cultivation with her, it will be worth it no matter what the cost.” Haichuan thought to himself.
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Zhao Fuyun received some precious materials these days, and then gave lectures to people as reward.

After he started to move, the people under the Demon-Suppressing Wall became active. Before, they only used this place as a transit and resting place, and would leave after resting.

Of course, from time to time, people would come to watch the Demon-Suppressing Wall and gain enlightenment, but when Zhao Fuyun was willing to preach the Dharma as a reward, everyone was willing to help him find treasures and then come to ask him for advice.

However, there are also some teams passing through here, as well as people who travel here with the intention of breaking through and gaining experience.

At the foot of the mountain, there was a man holding a sword and looking at the murals.

The man was dressed in white, and the hilt and scabbard of his sword were also white.

His hair was tied into a ponytail, and he had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He did not come alone, but with friends, and had been staying here for three days.

He also looked at the murals for three days.

The people who were with him came to him and asked, "How are they? These paintings are very good, right?"

"It is very good. The cloud patterns are stacked one after another, and the meaning of the law is intertwined and entangled, forming an endless trend, like an embroidered article with clusters of flowers, very gorgeous."

"Are you praising him like this? That's not your style and character." The person next to him said with a smile.

"Haha." The man holding the sword laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" his friend asked.

"It's a pity that these murals are gorgeous, but they are inanimate objects after all. People perform magic, not mountain walls. How could he have the time to paint them? In the battle between life and death, one thought leads to life and one thought leads to death. There are too many flashy and useless things on his murals."

The sound of their conversation was quite loud and was heard by Yu Huaian who was watching the mural not far away.

Yu Huaian turned around and said immediately: "Friends, if you want to watch, please watch quietly. If you don't want to watch, please leave. You are not allowed to comment in front of the Demon-Suppressing Wall!"

"Haha, people are not allowed to talk about flashy things. I see this mural is here, and so many people are looking at it and learning from it. It is misleading people to practice. It should be destroyed."

When Yu Huaian heard this, he was first angry and then shocked.

He was sure that no ordinary foundation-building cultivator would dare to say so. The only one who dared to say so was a Purple Mansion cultivator, and one who had a high level of cultivation and was expected to achieve the Golden Core, or even a Golden Core cultivator.

He looked at the monk holding the sword in front of him with surprise and doubt, and felt that the sharp sword intent on his body could break the magic rhythm of the surrounding mountains.

The argument between the two people was quite loud, and naturally it was heard by many people in the camp.

At this time, someone said loudly: "Master Zhenmo is willing to let us observe the wall and understand the Dharma, and he is also willing to preach the Dharma to us, which is a good deed. How can you say that about him?"

Zhao Fuyun is known here as the Taoist Priest who Suppresses Demons.

"I am only stating the facts. What you have chewed over is of no benefit to your practice. Moreover, I am not only trying to persuade you, but I am also trying to persuade him. It is not easy for everyone to practice, so don't be misled by him."

Everyone could see that this was definitely a swordsman of Purple Mansion or above. It was difficult for such people to change their beliefs.

His friend also spread his hands and said, "My friend is very straightforward and says whatever is on his mind. Although his words are harsh, they are also true. This Taoist who suppresses demons may come from a famous family, but his casual teachings will only lead everyone astray."

For a moment, no one knew what to say. After all, everyone wanted to learn magic, and they all learned it by observing the cliffs here. Even if there were any mistakes, Zhao Fuyun could not be blamed.

Just then, a voice came from the mountain wall.

"Oh, it seems that you two have quite a few profound ideas about cultivation, but how can you prove that your ideas are correct?"

Zhao Fuyun was practicing in the cave and could hear or not hear what was happening outside, but the sword intent surging from the white-robed swordsman just now seemed to be calling him.

"It's very simple." The white-robed swordsman turned around, looked up, lowered the sword in his hand, and said, "You cast a spell on the cliff. No matter how beautiful you are, you are just a beautiful flower in the boudoir. As long as you can defeat my sword, it means that your practice is correct."

"Haha, when it comes down to it, it's still a battle of wits to determine who's superior. Well, there are thousands of principles and legal principles in the world, and it's so difficult to convince others. The only way to determine who's superior is a battle of wits. The person lying down is naturally unreasonable." Zhao Fuyun put one hand behind his back and the other on his waist.

The white-robed swordsman's eyes were full of sharpness. His right hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and he said, "You are quite straightforward, but my swordsmanship was honed through life and death. If I kill or injure you, don't blame me."

"It's not your fault. It's my fault that I'm not skilled enough." Zhao Fuyun said calmly. Although his tone was flat, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Qiang!"

The white-robed swordsman drew his sword, and a beam of sword light shot up into the sky.

Everyone in the camp was startled and retreated in panic, because when they heard the sword chant, they felt as if a sharp weapon was cutting through their hearts, and their hearts seemed to be bleeding and in pain.

The sword light shot up into the sky, and then the sword light slashed towards where Zhao Fuyun was.

However, just as the sword was about to rise, Zhao Fuyun's hands, which were kept in front of his waist, quickly spread out and flipped over.

In just a moment, that section of the mountain wall seemed to collapse.

In everyone's eyes, it seemed as if they saw a huge mountain rolling down.

The sword light that was rising into the sky was suppressed, and the majestic mountain force suppressed the white-robed swordsman.

(End of this chapter)