Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 270 A rare meeting
Bo Yue had no idea that the "Square and Round Sword" he had been longing for was being happily played with by a child.

He was entrusted with a task and traveled almost without rest along the way, yet he arrived at the Qinglian Sect in the Great Yan territory in just a few days.

The Qinglian Sect is located on Qinglian Mountain. Legend has it that the mountain was formed from an ancient lotus, with its nine peaks corresponding to the opening and closing of lotus petals. This is completely different from the Fuyao Sect, hidden in the mountains, and gives it a more ethereal feel.

The main peak, Liantai Peak, is extremely high, almost hanging above the sea of ​​clouds. It is not only the location of the sect's main hall, but also the place where the sect masters of all generations have practiced in seclusion.

However, Song Guanglin has been missing recently and there is still no trace of him after several months.

The Qinglian Sect was naturally the most anxious, and arranged for their disciples to secretly inquire about the news everywhere. They had to look for the sect leader, but at the same time they couldn't appear too flustered, so as not to make a fool of themselves.

Moreover, the older generation of the sect all knew about that past event. The sect leader fell in love with the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect, but was later separated by his master, which caused a feud with the elders.

It is unlikely to rely on the elders to find someone, and since the sect leader himself is unwilling to come back, this is the only option.

Bo Yue went up the mountain with a visiting card and stated his purpose, and then Lian Xin was responsible for the reception. He thought that Yun Yi was in urgent need of help, so he immediately inquired about Song Guanglin's whereabouts.

The only information I found out was useless.

Lian Xin thought that the Sword Burial Valley was the place where the sect leader's daughter practiced Taoism. If something really happened, she really didn't know how to face her master in the future.

"How about you and I go to the Sword Burial Valley first?" As Song Guanglin's closed disciple, Lian Xin was very concerned about Song Xinci, whom she had never met before.

Bo Yue simply shook his head and said, "You know Yun Yi. If he needs our help, we will definitely not hesitate. But if he doesn't ask for help from you and me, it means that the problem he faces can only be solved by someone at the level of Sect Leader Song."

Lian Xin pondered for a moment and said, "It's really troublesome."

"By the way, how much do you remember about the day your headmaster disappeared?"

"I only remember it was early one morning. Master had been in seclusion for a long time and finally emerged. He had changed drastically. Not only had his hair turned completely snow-white, but he had also given up the Azure Lotus Sword Intentions he had cultivated for half his life, as well as the Purple Gold Gourd."

"Did he give the gourd and sword spirit to Yun Yi?"

"That should be it. The last time I saw Yun Yi at Fusheng Temple, I felt that his Daoist aura was very similar to that of the Qinglian Sect."

"Has Sect Leader Song's cultivation improved since he came out of seclusion?"

"Yes, it is truly magnificent. Everyone in the Qinglian Sect can feel the Master's presence."

Bo Yue pointed out the key point: "Is he about to ascend to heaven?"

Lian Xin pondered, "I don't quite understand the meteorological changes in the Hedao Realm, but Master entered the Hedao Realm hundreds of years ago... Perhaps he's really about to ascend this time."

"I'm not saying anything bad about you, but your sect leader is halfway to becoming an Ascensionist, and none of you have considered this?"

"What do you know, you reckless man? This is the family affair of the Qinglian Sect, so there must be some hidden secrets!"

At this point, Lian Xin suddenly realized: "If Master is about to ascend, based on his temperament, I roughly know where he went."

Bo Yue: "Don't keep me in suspense, just tell me now!"

Lian Xin: "Master is a nostalgic person. He may visit some old places and old friends before ascending."

"If you are right, then there is no way we can find Sect Leader Song."

"I know very little about Master's youth. It seems I need to start with the elders."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Master!"

As Song Guanglin's master, Fuqudaoren is hundreds of years older than Nangong Feitian and Lingyun.

He had experienced two great wars between good and evil, and his own path was damaged, so he retired early and looked for other ways to ascend.

Lian Xin was the "jewel in the crown" of the Qinglian Sect, having been brought up to the sect to train since childhood. He was one of the very few who could meet Master Fuqu in person. He was determined to seek out Master Fuqu's help. Firstly, he could ask Master Fuqu to directly investigate his master's whereabouts. Secondly, if he couldn't find him, he could ask about some past events to see if he could find any clues.

However, the place where Grandmaster Fuqu lived in seclusion was the secret of the Qinglian Sect. As an outsider, Boyue naturally could not go there, so he could only stay in Lianxin's thatched cottage and wait for news.

Bo Yue smacked his lips as he surveyed the layout of the room, and said with emotion, "At first glance, I thought your room was a girl's boudoir."

At this moment, Lian Xin was too lazy to argue with him. She just reminded him, "Don't mess with the alchemy furnace," and then rushed to the sect's forbidden area alone.

This place is located in Qinglian Mountain. You need to pass through a teleportation formation to reach this pond full of lotus flowers.

Grandmaster Fuqu was sitting cross-legged on a lotus flower. Seeing Lianxin coming here, he asked in surprise, "Has something happened to the sect?"

Lian Xin kowtowed and said, "My master has been missing for several months, so I dare to ask you to find his whereabouts."

"You don't need to worry about this. He is about to ascend, so he must have some unfinished business."

"But Master's daughter is facing a great disaster. If Master misses this opportunity, he will definitely regret it. How will he face the heavenly tribulation then?"

When Fuqu heard this, his face became serious. He flicked his sleeves and a water mirror appeared in front of him. He muttered something, and soon the back of a Taoist priest with white hair and green clothes appeared on the mirror.

And where he was, he could vaguely see a stone tablet engraved with the three words "Sword Burial Valley".

Fuqu sighed, "He's gone."

As the person who created the tragedy that year, he now has no regrets in his heart, only melancholy.

The person Song Guanglin was thinking about the most when he was in harmony with the Dao was Qiu Qinglian, the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect.

Now that he is about to ascend to heaven, the person he is concerned about is still the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect.

This fate is really hard to cut off and difficult to sort out.

……

In front of the Sword Burial Valley, Song Guanglin simply ignored the sect's formation and flew directly into it without attracting anyone's attention.

Back then, he and Qiu Qinglian were in love and dependent on each other, and in order to have a secret meeting, he had already figured out the layout of the Burial Sword Valley.

When I think about those past events, even I can't help but sigh that I was so young and frivolous.

Song Guanglin walked forward slowly. The valley was full of memories, which brought a slight smile to his face.

Since they parted in the nameless town, he has been walking the same path he took to meet Qiu Qinglian. Starting from the place where they met, he walked and thought all the way, and suddenly felt that the person and the matter were not difficult to let go.

Fate and destiny are the best excuses God gives to people.

Some people and some things, once missed, are missed forever.

When he walked deep into the valley, he suddenly saw a child practicing sword, with two familiar figures beside him giving him instructions.

It was just that the two people seemed to have just had an argument, one saying "form is more important than meaning" and the other saying "meaning is more important than form".

As they were talking, it seemed that they were going to use their hands and feet to fight, determined to determine who was right and who was wrong.

The child had an innocent look on his face and didn't know who to believe for a moment.

Song Guanglin's gaze fell on Dou Li, and an extremely bold idea inexplicably emerged in his mind. For a moment, his breathing became unstable, which was immediately noticed by Song Xinci.

"Who?!"

It was no use hiding his identity at this point. Song Guanglin quietly walked out of the woods, his expression complicated as he asked, "Is this child... yours?"

After hearing this, Yun Yi couldn't help but think, they are indeed father and daughter. Dou Li thought he was my child the first time she saw him, and it took ten months of pregnancy. Where did I get such a son!
(End of this chapter)