Refining Taoism and ascending to immortality

"Another star?"

Zhou Qing raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky that shone with the star of Shu Lao. Every time it trembled, a light golden arc of stars fell down. When it reached the ground, it collided slightly and formed large and small halos, which contained a kind of chill.

It was like being in the sky, and it was too cold.

"What could it be?"

Zhou Qing was looking forward to it. The first star represented Shu Lao, and it was very helpful for him to teach and answer questions. The second star of Zhenyi Ling must have a deep meaning in the arrangement of the sect.

Just when Zhou Qing wanted to use his consciousness to connect with the stars in the sky to find out, suddenly, in his southwest direction, there was a small stone platform with a green jade pavilion on it, which was filled with precious aura, and then it was raised suddenly, like a large flag, and between the surging waves, it roared out with the posture of dragon roar and tiger roar.

Just a quick look, and even heard the sound of "Hualala" wind, large pieces of golden fire rushed down in front of him, burning fiercely, dyeing the surroundings with a layer of flames.

Like the rising sun in the east, the scorching sun is in the sky.

"Someone is going to take the stage."

Sensing the wind and clouds of the qi on the small stone platform, Zhou Qing quickly withdrew the Zhenyi Order and looked at it intently.

There was such a scene on the stone platform, not because the people on the stone platform now really cultivated to the level of real people, and every move caused the celestial phenomenon. Rather, their vigorous qi echoed with the restrictions set on the small stone platform, and they had the intention of taking the stage.

The next moment, there was a "boom" sound, and the stone platform showing the strange phenomenon slowly moved forward, like riding the wind and breaking the waves, and the momentum became louder and louder. When it reached the big stone platform, all the strange phenomena were instantly condensed, and it was raised up and turned into a precious bead, shining like the sun.

Under the illumination of the pearl, a young man walked out from the small stone platform. He was dressed in golden clothes, with a crown and sword-like eyebrows. There seemed to be golden fire above his eyes. He looked around with a spirit of excitement.

The young man walked slowly to the center of the big stone platform under the pearl light, and then stood with his hands behind his back. The true energy on his head surged like a lotus flower. He stared around and said in a clear and clear voice: "I am Meng Zixia, and I meet you Taoist friends."

"Meng Zixia."

Zhou Qing stood up from the stone platform where he was, looked up, and followed the other party to the big stone platform. After standing still, the big stone platform under his feet was like this, and circles of halos were derived from it, from the inside to the outside, countless, and the name of Meng Zixia was engraved on it, shining.

At the same time, everyone on the Qingyu platform, no matter how far or near, at this moment, Meng Zixia's figure was unprecedentedly clear, allowing them to see it clearly.

In a trance, it was as if standing opposite, with a brilliant light.

This is the appearance of the talented disciples of Zhenyi Sect who are determined to pass on the true teachings. They jumped out at once, so dazzling and so eye-catching.

"The arrangement of the sect."

Zhou Qing looked at Meng Zixia, who seemed to be shining brightly in front of him, and suddenly, it seemed that there was also a surge of blood rushing to his head.

Such an arrangement is a declaration and also a glory. Zhenyi Sect encourages disciples in the sect to strive for the true teachings and praises the courage to strive for progress.

And Qingyu Terrace is a big stage.

On a small stone platform not far from Zhou Qing, under the flying pavilion, the pearl light is dim, like mist and rain coming, hazy all around.

A girl with extremely smart eyebrows and eyes first glanced at Meng Zixia, who was standing on the big stone platform with high spirits, and curled her lips inconspicuously, then cast her eyes on the small stone platform where Zhou Qing was, her eyes full of urgency to watch the excitement.

"Why is there no movement?"

"No movement?"

"Hurry up."

The maid next to her couldn't stand seeing her young lady about to show her teeth and claws, and hurriedly said: "Young lady, don't worry, since the other party has come, they will make some noise."

Even a little maid like her knows that Luochuan Zhou and Zuoqiu Meng don't get along. Now that they have come to Qingyu Terrace together, how can you say that life will be peaceful?

When the children of the two families meet, there will definitely be thunder and lightning, and there will be no peace.

"That's right." The girl put away her expression, but her beautiful face still shone with light. She said, "Meng Zixia is so ostentatious, maybe someone will take the initiative to attack, and the son of Luochuan Zhou family will have to step back."

"Miss." Another maid couldn't help but asked, "Do you think Meng Zixia from Zuoqiu Meng family will win, or the son of Luochuan Zhou family who has not shown up?"

The girl smiled and waved her slender jade hand. Her aura was like flowers falling. She said in a nonchalant tone, "It doesn't matter who wins. Anyway, I'm just watching the fun."

The two maids looked at each other and were speechless.

At this time, the girl's exclamation suddenly sounded in the flying pavilion, saying, "Someone moved."

At the same time, Zhou Qing saw that on the outer water surface, a small stone platform rushed out a rainbow, fell through the air, and one end landed on the big stone platform. Just a touch made a jade sound in the air, which could be heard everywhere.

The small stone platform touched the big stone platform as if it was approaching the shore. From it, a young man jumped down. He was dressed in white clothes, with a magic sword on his waist. His thick eyebrows were like those drawn by a big brush. Looking down, his eyes were bright and sharp.

The young man in white strode forward and walked to the center of the high platform. He also stepped on the two words "Qingyu". His body was shining brightly. When he collided with Meng Zixia on the opposite side, the whole platform was full of fireworks-like light wheels, which were constantly changing.

They confronted each other and refused to give in.

"Wang Lun." Meng Zixia squinted his eyes, looked at the young man in white on the opposite side, and called out his name. His voice was not loud, but it was sharp. He said: "Come up to the stage, do you want to compete with me?"

"Meng Zixia." The sword on Wang Lun's waist made a light sound, like a dragon's roar, stirring up sound waves, and said: "Stop talking nonsense and start."

"Okay."

"Begin."

The two men whistled together and moved forward. The two words "Qingyu" on the big stone platform were induced by the qi, and streams of light rushed up into the sky, floating light and colorful, dyeing the entire big stone platform with a layer of precious colors.

It was hazy and unclear.

Only the sound of the sky drum came from inside, playing non-stop.

"Begin."

Zhou Qing stood and looked at the bizarre lights on the big stone platform, with a gleam in his eyes.

There were restrictions set by the masters of the sect on the big stone platform. Once the fight began, under the traction of the qi, smoke and clouds would appear frequently, covering the left and right.

Only the parties involved knew the specific content of the fight, and people outside could not see it at all.

Zhou Qing knew this a long time ago.

After all, there would not be only one fight on the Qingyu platform, and it was very likely that there would be more challenges. Doing so can ensure fairness as much as possible.

"Who will win?"

Zhou Qing looked for a while and made a judgment in his mind. At this moment, a sound of tearing cloth came from the big stone platform, and large pieces of smoke and clouds on it dissipated. Only Meng Zixia was left standing there, and the young man in white who had fought with him had disappeared.