Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 197 (Early Month, Requesting Monthly Tickets!!!)

As one of the top demonic sects in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Hehuan Demonic Sect's core inheritance is naturally extraordinary.

At the moment when Yin and Yang meet, it is as if a silent thunderclap resounds in the sea of ​​consciousness, and everything in the world returns to chaos.

When heaven and earth were created, yin and yang arose.

The vast world and its wonders are right before our eyes.

The true energy within their bodies merged and formed its own cycle, flowing continuously.

Vast primordial energy swirled around his body, flowing into his dantian with each breath.

With a long howl, Zhou Yuantong's long hair danced wildly, his eyes flashed with divine light, and his sixth acupoint was opened.

Her improvement in cultivation level also benefited Zhu Ju, whose acupoints were beginning to stir.

for a long time.

The wind stopped and the rain stopped.

Zhou Yuantong lay limply on the bed, curled up in Zhu Ju's arms, and drifted off to sleep.

the next day.

When Qi Yao came to visit, Zhou Yuantong was listening intently to the story being told, her hands supporting her chin.

As a newlywed, after washing up, she was like a bamboo shoot after the rain, exuding a refreshing and budding vitality.

The rosy blush on her face made her skin look even more delicate, making it hard to look away.

"It seems you had a good night."

As a disciple of the Joyful Union Sect, Qi Yao was naturally adept at joking between men and women, and immediately smiled and said:
"The advantage of having the innate ability to cultivate hard skills is indeed this."

"What are you saying?" Zhou Yuantong rolled her eyes, a shy smile on her face.

"Is something wrong?"

"Master sent me to check your cultivation progress." Qi Yao leaned closer, looking you up and down.

“Master said that your physique is special, and the first time is especially precious. You will definitely be able to open up an acupoint.”

"Sure enough!"

"Not bad." Zhou Yuantong stretched her muscles and bones.
"You can go back and tell your master that she can rest assured that I have opened the sixth acupoint."

"Breaking through the six orifices." Qi Yao's expression was complex, a mixture of envy,感慨, and a hint of melancholy.

"I have only opened three acupoints in all my years of cultivation."

"what?"

"Why is Zhu Ju still only at the first level of cultivation?"

The evil practice of "absorbing yin to replenish yang" is only practiced by outer disciples; the core inheritance is the method of yin-yang complementarity.

Zhou Yuantong, whose cultivation level was even higher, had already broken through to the sixth aperture.

Theoretically, Zhu Ju, who has only opened one acupoint, should have improved his cultivation level by even more.

"My husband has never practiced the Hehuan Sect's methods before, so isn't it normal that his first attempt wasn't very successful?" Zhou Yuantong said.
"Go to the alchemy shop and get a Breakthrough Pill. After my husband takes it, he will be able to open his acupoints more quickly."

"Husband?" Qi Yao was both admiring and envious.
"That's a really sweet voice."

"I heard from Yuan Tong that you became an inner disciple because you captured her." Zhu Ju turned his head to look at him.
"We should be grateful, not mocking."

"Oh!" Qi Yao raised an eyebrow:
"They've only just entered Yuan Tong's sect, and they've already started to sow discord between us, their fellow disciples, after all these years."

"Compared to you, I've known Yuan Tong for much longer," Zhu Ju said with a faint smile.
"Please trouble you to fetch the Breakthrough Elixir."

"Alright, stop arguing." Zhou Yuantong gestured with her hands:

"Qi Yao, sit down and listen to your husband tell a story. We're currently at the crucial moment when Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu meet again."

"Hmph!" Qi Yao stomped her foot.
"Who wants to hear it?"

Even so, she didn't leave, but pulled over a chair and watched the two of them as if she were monitoring them.

As the story began to play, I found myself immersed in it without even realizing it.

…………

palace.

Qi Yao knelt down on the ground.

If she had a choice, she would never want to come here; every time she comes here, she feels like she's being pricked by needles.

The difference between the innate and the foundation of the Dao is far greater than that between an ordinary person and the innate; these are two completely different realms.

Or,

They are different entities!

In the presence of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, a Qi Refining cultivator is like a mouse encountering a cat, instinctively trembling with fear.

If the other party were to make a move, she wouldn't even have the courage to resist.

"You've met Zhu Ju quite a few times."

Consort Yuan gently stroked the long hair of the man beside her and spoke slowly:
"How does it feel?"

“…gentle and refined.” Qi Yao thought for a moment, then added:
"She's a great storyteller."

"Hmm?" Consort Yuan paused in her movements.
What kind of evaluation is this?

"What is his temperament like?"

This is what she cares about most; only a good mindset can help Zhou Yuantong achieve a fulfilling state of mind.

Everything else is irrelevant.

Even cultivation level is unimportant.

"Zhu Ju is a man of deep thoughts, impossible to fathom," Qi Yao said, looking up with concern.
“Master, Yuan Tong’s nature is too pure, even somewhat naive. You will suffer a lot in front of him.”

"Deeply thoughtful?" Consort Yuan stroked her smooth chin, a smile appearing on her face:
"This is a good thing, a good thing."

Have you been diligently cultivating these past few days?

She wasn't asking about Qi Yao, of course; Qi Yao was just a pawn for her to control Zhou Yuantong.

"Never."

"As a new wife, experiencing the pleasures of love for the first time, it's normal to neglect your cultivation," Consort Yuan murmured.
"Try to persuade them more these next few days."

"..." Qi Yao's expression was strange:
“Yuan Tong did not neglect his cultivation because of these things, but rather… he became engrossed in listening to Zhu Ju’s stories.”

?

Consort Yuan was taken aback.

"No wonder you said he's a good storyteller."

"Ok?"

Noticing Qi Yao's strange expression, Consort Yuan's beautiful eyes flickered slightly:

"You weren't captivated by his stories either, were you?"

"Master, please forgive me!" Qi Yao felt a chill in her heart and hurriedly kowtowed.
"It's all because that Zhu family's story is so clever and irresistible. I will never listen to it again."

"It's just a story, there's no need to go to such lengths." Consort Yuan waved her hand.
"But what story could make you even put aside your cultivation?"

"Go down!"

"Yes." Qi Yao replied, kneeling on the ground and slowly inching her way out of the main hall.

"call……"

A gentle breeze swept by, and the figures in the main hall had vanished.

…………

Newlyweds are at a time when they are most reluctant to part.

of course.

There are always people who, under the guise of supervising the couple's spiritual practice, interrupt their sweet time together to listen to the groom tell stories.

Zhou Yuantong knew she couldn't refuse, so she could only let it be. "Speaking of a dynasty called the Great Song..."

"Mr. Zhu!"

Qi Yao's beautiful eyes sparkled. Remembering her master's instructions, she raised her hands and said:

"These past few days you've been telling stories of the martial arts world, but haven't you told any stories about cultivators?"

"I'm tired of hearing the same old stories all the time."

If not, then stop telling stories and use the time for storytelling and listening to stories for cultivation.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel secretly pleased with her own cleverness.

“I think it’s great,” Zhou Yuantong said.
“A story is just a story. What you hear is the plot. There’s no difference between the martial arts world and the cultivation world. Besides, my husband hasn’t been in the cultivation world for long, so it’s normal that he hasn’t heard these kinds of stories before.”

"My lord, please continue, please continue!"

“Like this…” Zhu Ju, holding a folding fan and with his hands behind his back, paced back and forth in the cave, then said after thinking for a moment:
"What Fellow Daoist Qi said makes sense. It would be boring to keep talking about the martial arts world. Today, let's change it up to a legend of immortals and heroes."

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke slowly:
"It is said that in a place called Sichuan, there is a mountain called Mount Emei, which is a famous scenic spot in Sichuan."

Huanzhu Louzhu's "The Legend of the Swordsmen of Shushan" is a remarkable book, featuring hundreds of characters, each with their own unique traits.

The key is.

This book features many female characters, and they are the main characters, making it most suitable for female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect to hear.

In his view, the numerous characters and complicated subplots in "The Legend of Shushan Swordsmen" resulted in a lack of a main storyline.

But that's not the problem.

There are many people.

Only then can there be enough room for imagination.

Furthermore, the many immortal and chivalrous characters, divine skills, secret techniques, magical treasures, and spiritual artifacts in the book can be used as a reference for the cultivation world.

as predicted.

As the story unfolds, the unpredictable clashes between Taoist magic and the sword battles between the righteous and the evil captivate the audience.

palace.

Consort Yuan's expression was solemn.

"The story of the Three Heroes and Two Clouds, the battle between good and evil, is indeed wonderful. After he finished telling the story, he urged Yuan Tong to cultivate."

"These past few days..."

"Never mind."

after a while.

"Mr. Zhu."

At Consort Yuan's prompting, Qi Yao, suppressing her reluctance, spoke:

"We've told quite a few fantasy stories, and the plots are all pretty much the same. There shouldn't be anything else here, right?"

"still……"

"Focus on cultivation."

"That's right." Zhu Ju nodded.
"We cultivators should prioritize cultivation as our primary task, so we will not tell any stories of immortals and heroes today."

"Let's change things up and tell a myth!"

"Mythology?" Qi Yao was taken aback, a sense of foreboding creeping into her heart, while Zhou Yuantong looked on with a bewildered expression.
"What mythology?"

"These are folk tales, countless and varied, even more so than legends of immortals and swordsmen." Zhu Juqing cleared his throat and slowly began to speak under Zhou Yuantong's aggressive gaze:
The poem says:
Chaos is not divided into chaos, and no one sees it.

Since Pangu broke the Harmony, opened up a clear and turbid distinction.

Covering the group of students and admiring benevolence, inventing everything to be good.

If you want to know the power of creation, you must read Journey to the West. "

"The story I'm going to tell you today is called 'Journey to the West.' The first chapter is titled 'The Spiritual Root Nurtures and Gives Birth to the Source, and the Mind and Nature Cultivate and Birth the Great Dao.'"

palace.

Consort Yuan, who was also listening to the story through the sound transmission stone on Qi Yao's body, suddenly felt a daze in her mind. Many cultivation methods flooded her mind, and for a moment she forgot to use Qi Yao to stop the story from continuing.

That's it!

I'll tell you the story in a few days at most.

Cultivation,

There is no rush.

A balance of relaxation and activity is more conducive to practice.

With Journey to the West, there was naturally also Investiture of the Gods, along with some rather unique mythological stories.

For a while.

Zhou Yuantong's cave became a place Qi Yao visited every day, and sometimes she even had to retell the story if she was delayed by other matters.

Some time passed.

"This can't go on like this."

Consort Yuan regained her senses, her face darkening.
"We can't continue like this. If we do, Yuan Tong will be completely ruined by this person."

the next day.

Qi Yao respectfully gave her instructions, indicating she no longer wished to hear any more mythological stories.

"Too."

Zhu Ju expressed his understanding:

"Myths sound grand and boundless, but they are actually ethereal and impractical for us."

"In that case..."

"How about I tell you some stories about men and women?"

"Great!" Zhou Yuantong's eyes lit up.

"Husband, please tell me quickly. I love hearing stories like this, but are you telling a normal story?"

"Of course." Zhu Ju tapped her forehead and laughed.
What are you thinking?

"cough!"

Zhu Ju cleared his throat twice, gathered his thoughts, and said slowly:

"Today's story begins at an academy called Wansong Academy, where a scholar named Liang Shanbo lived..."

"I laugh and ask what love is in this world, that we can pledge our lives to each other without regret. If we are not destined to grow old together in this life, we will meet again in the next. If we cannot be together in life, we will follow each other in death, walking together on the road to the underworld. We will transform into butterflies and dance gracefully, our love and affection never ending."

Of course he had his share of love stories.
Not only that.

And especially sadomasochistic stories are particularly numerous.

After the story was told, the room fell into a deathly silence. Zhou Yuantong's eyes were red, and she leaned against Zhu Ju, sobbing incessantly.

Qi Yao's eyes were vacant, her emotions fluctuating between feelings of being moved, indignation, and helplessness.

Finished!

Let alone Yuan Tong, I've already forgotten how long it's been since I seriously cultivated.

'This man is a devil, deliberately trying to ruin my path of cultivation; he's my nemesis.'

"interesting!"

Inside the palace, Consort Yuan rested her chin on her hand, a smile on her face:
"What an interesting little fellow, he's piqued my interest, but Yuan Tong can't be ruined in your hands."

"Since this won't work..."

"Then let's try another way."

(End of this chapter)