Tian Yuan

The fairy mountain and wonderful palace are shrouded in hazy white mist.

Tang Wan'er, who was sitting cross-legged in the cave, was wearing a pale white dress, with two jade hairpins in her long black hair. Her skin was white and flawless, and her eyebrows were cold and cold, as if she was keeping people away from her.

She lowered her eyebrows and looked at the sword placed beside her. She opened her red lips and asked, "Why is it unusual?"

The sword is three feet long and looks like blue crystal. It is exquisitely crafted, delicate and beautiful.

The sword recognized its master and was in tune with Tang Wan'er's thoughts.

He stopped practicing and began to communicate with the sword.

"Woo——"

The slight sound of the sword explained the reason.

After a few breaths, Tang Wan'er got the answer. Her face turned pale and she whispered in surprise, "Is the Lord nearby? Is this your illusion?"

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the sword in mid-air, asking questions one after another, unable to hide his surprise.

"Om-"

The sword hummed softly, concluding that the previous sword master was nearby. It was impossible to perceive it wrongly with such a special breath fluctuation.

As for the exact location of the sword, it is unknown.

"Your Majesty is right beside."

Tang Wan'er clenched the sword in her hand, her heart was filled with ripples, and she couldn't help but recall the past.

When they first met, he treated her with good wine. In return, Chen Qingyuan gave her a sword to protect the country, thus ending the cause and effect.

For Chen Qingyuan, this is just a journey in life, nothing unusual.

However, for Tang Wan'er, who was a mortal at that time, it was unforgettable.

Since then, Tang Wan'er has been studying swordsmanship for many years, and one day she entered the Dao, opening a new chapter in her life.

After finally acquiring a certain amount of strength and reaching the great world, he wanted to go to the Northern Wilderness and become a disciple of the Qing Sect. However, he accidentally entered a secret realm and inexplicably came to this unique world.

Being in a foreign land, she suddenly heard the trace of the tall figure she met in her youth, and he was right beside her. This was undoubtedly a huge shock to Tang Wan'er, and she no longer had the heart to retreat and practice Taoism.

"Go out and see if you can find him."

Tang Wan'er carried her sword and walked out of the cave filled with spiritual energy. She looked around, looking forward to seeing Chen Qingyuan again.

The place of retreat is a blessed land of the Zi Lian Dynasty, a place for practice that countless people dream of.

Why was Tang Wan'er able to live there?

After arriving at Luoshen Ruins, he happened to meet the princes and nobles of the Zilian Dynasty who were in trouble, including several young princes and princesses.

Originally, the royal descendants were supposed to go out for training and temper themselves, and they couldn't stay in the palace all the time. Of course, the people who protected them were very strong and ensured their safety.

He never thought that he would run into big trouble during his training. Even the powerful protector who had been accompanying him, who had the cultivation level of the Divine Bridge, could not resist. Before he died, he sent his juniors away to buy time to escape.

At that time, Tang Wan'er passed by and helped. With her ability, she couldn't stop the trouble, but she could bring these princes and princesses to a safe place and escort them all the way to the imperial city.

It was later discovered that the source of the trouble was an evil dragon with terrifying power.

There is no need for Tang Wan'er to worry about such things. The Zi Lian Dynasty will send strong men to resolve them.

"Your Majesty, do you still recognize me?"

Tang Wan'er walked slowly on the road, looking back and forth, carefully observing the passers-by, for fear of passing by Chen Qingyuan.

The sword just got a slight sense of movement, but it didn't have a clear direction.

......

At the same time, Chen Qingyuan was in a place called Yanqiu City. He spent some spirit stones and rented a relatively simple courtyard.

Although the place is not big, it is enough for living.

Sit by the window and enjoy the wine.

Glance sideways and enjoy the scenery.

The familiar wave of sword intent surprised Chen Qingyuan a little, but he quickly put it aside and decided not to dwell on it.

The old ox was lying in a corner of the yard, sleeping and snoring.

"Where is my destiny?"

Looking back on the course of these years, Chen Qingyuan has given many people opportunities. They seem to have touched something vaguely, but it is difficult to grasp, and it seems ethereal and illusory.

"It's time to think about it carefully."

He took out the black stone, held it tightly in his hand, and looked at it with lowered eyebrows, as if thinking about something.

If we can grasp a little bit of something missing, we may be able to see a different path, which will have a profound impact on the future.

"Good deeds lead to good results."

The foundation collapsed and the level of cultivation was still slowly declining.

Over the years, Chen Qingyuan has tried various methods to solve this problem.

Calm down and you seem to understand something.

"After a few days, go back along the original route."

If you go back the way you came, you may get different results.

There is no rush to go back now. We have just arrived at the Zi Lian Dynasty, so we have to take a few more looks.

The days that followed were relatively dull. I would either go out to the tavern and buy a few pots of wine, or go to the most lively lakeside pleasure boat in the city and simply stand aside to listen to the music and enjoy the dance.

After about half a year of peaceful life, Chen Qingyuan had to face the reality.

All the spiritual stones on me have been spent!

Not a single piece left.

I have to worry about spirit stones again. It’s so difficult!

Staying in the room, Chen Qingyuan opened the window, pointed at the old yellow cow in the corner, and loudly accused: "It's all your fault. You ate so much and now you are penniless."

"......" The old ox wanted to howl a few times to show its innocence. But thinking that this action would be useless and would only bring about a scolding from the owner, it lowered its head and kept silent.

In the past six months, I, Lao Niu, have only eaten five fruits, and they were all very low-quality, low-grade spiritual fruits.

I have no money left, blame me!

The old cow felt very aggrieved, but dared not say a word and endured it silently.

“Although selling calligraphy and paintings can make money quickly, it is easy to attract attention, which does not suit my low-key personality.”

Chen Qingyuan began to think about how to make money, which was quite a headache.

It is easy to make a lot of money, just show some ability and you can get it easily. However, this is not what Chen Qingyuan wants. First, it will accelerate the decline of realm; second, it will affect the peaceful life and make it difficult to live comfortably.

It's really difficult to make small money.

No matter where he went to do odd jobs, he could get some salary every month. However, these salaries were probably difficult to meet Chen Qingyuan's daily life.

"You can't stay home all the time, go out and work."

In the end, Chen Qingyuan decided to hand over this arduous task to the old ox.

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The old ox looked confused, not knowing how to meet the expectations of its evil owner.

"After staying here for half a year, I have some understanding of Yanqiu City. The Shixing Chamber of Commerce in the north of the city needs coolies every day. You should go and earn some hard-earned money!"

The Shixing Chamber of Commerce has a lot of goods, some of which are difficult to transport using ordinary-grade space spiritual tools such as the Qiankun Bag, so naturally it will recruit a lot of casual cultivators as laborers.

The price for independent cultivators is relatively cheap, and it can give people the opportunity to earn spirit stones and maintain order and stability in the city, killing two birds with one stone.

When the old ox heard this, his mouth opened wide and he was stunned.