Time Traveling: The Ultimate Cultivation of Immortals

Small yard.

This was the tenth day after Yun Ziqing's retreat, and Lan Chuya felt an unprecedented loneliness. He missed Ziqing so much that his heart ached.

Wuwei couldn't bear to see Lan Chuya's decadent appearance anymore, and suddenly appeared, hating iron for not being able to make a steel path, "Lan Chuya, can you fight for a little bit?"

Lan Chuya glanced at Wuwei, "Why did I lose my temper? I think Ziqing is at fault? Can you imagine how cruel it would be for a pair of monks who have just become Taoist couples to separate?"

Wuwei took a deep breath and cursed, "Are you embarrassed to refute? It's not because you didn't live up to your expectations that you broke up. Think about it, if you are strong enough to surpass that Dou Wanchao, would he still dare to treat you like this? "

Lan Chuya was stunned, these words are too reasonable, isn't it?

Seeing this, Wuwei felt that he should wake up Lan Chuya, and his tone eased, "So... what should I do, do you understand?"

Lan Chuya stood up with a flick of his sleeves, "Retreat!" As long as he is strong enough, no one in this world can stop his footsteps!

two months later.

Lan Chuya rearranged his clothes, walked out of the small courtyard, raised his head and chest, and walked all the way to Wanjian Pavilion Square with a confident smile.

As for his arrival, it immediately caused commotion as before, and the whole sect became lively in an instant.

This time, apart from the people in the current sect, there were also a few special spiritual senses, which Lan Chuya had never experienced before, so powerful that it made his heart tremble slightly.

He raised his head and looked towards the top of Tongtian Peak, where the spiritual consciousness descended from there.

It is said that living at the top of Tongtian Peak is the first ancestor of the sect, the ancestor and others, but he does not know that his assessment has attracted their attention.

But no matter what happened to them, he had to pass the assessment this time, and he must have the strength to rival Ziqing.

Waiting cross-legged in the open space of the square, emptying the mind, thinking about nothing.

An hour later, Lan Chuya flew onto the lotus seat, sat cross-legged, and relaxed into the formation.

When he opened his eyes again, he came to a garden, which was very small, with a tree planted in the middle, and nothing else.

After staring at the tree for a while, a jade slip appeared out of nowhere in front of him, "This tree is for grafting, please use the jade slip to record the type of grafting."

Lan Chuya took the jade slips, sat cross-legged under the tree, and circulated the first layer of the qi chapter, using the five senses to explore the smallest details on the tree.

This tree can be described as grotesque, as if every leaf on it is different, so it is possible that a leaf is also grafted.This test is unprecedented.

On the jade slip, the moment Lan Chuya held it, he began to record the grass and trees continuously, as if there was no pause.

Also only three days, he has no time to waste.

Lan Chuya spent sleepless nights and food in the small garden, tirelessly recording the plants and trees he found on the jade slips. Compared with his busyness, the people outside were a bit idle, and the people in the sect were all paying attention to his movements. The assessment was not over until three days later, and they were not afraid of wasting time, they were all waiting.

Shi Jiyun came to the small pavilion on the upper peak and sat there quietly, looking at Wanjian Pavilion Square.

Not long after, Dou Wanchao also came to the small pavilion, and the old man with a sense of style greeted him with a smile, "Ji Yun, are you here so early to wait?"

Shi Jiyun glanced at Dou Wanchao, then continued to look at the square, "Brother Dou, are you here too?"

Sitting opposite the stone table, Dou Wanchao said with a smile, "This time, Ji Yun's disciple should be safe. Letting the lotus seat emit purple light three times in a row is not an ordinary person, but why didn't you accept him as a disciple before?"

Shi Jiyun took out the tea and poured a cup each, "Senior Brother Dou, you know me, and I'm picky. If he can make the lotus seat emit purple light four times, he will be a perfect disciple. But if it's only three times, it's a pity."

Dou Wanchao joked, "Aren't you afraid that he will be robbed?"

Shi Jiyun said confidently, "After Lan Junyao came to the sect, the first thing he did was to learn how to refine medicine. Therefore, he must be eager to refine medicine. As long as I ask, he will definitely agree."

Dou Wanchao thought to himself, don't be snatched away in the end, and have no place to cry, "I hope your wish can come true, and I hope that Lan Junyao is a sensible person."

Shi Jiyun heard something strange, "Brother Dou seems to be dissatisfied with Lan Junyao?"

Dou Wanchao immediately became unhappy, "He pesters Ziqing all day, can I be satisfied?"

Shi Jiyun said sincerely, "The two are a good match, if Lan Junyao's cultivation base is higher."

"To put it lightly, you and I are in the Xiaoyao Sect. I have seen countless people who can surpass Ziqing in talent. Not to mention catching up, you can see that those who came in at the same time have been far behind in cultivation, let alone late. Disciple for several years?!"

Shi Jiyun thought for a moment, and persuaded, "There are no absolutes, Brother Dou should not be too arbitrary. If Ziqing really likes Lan Junyao, if you forcefully beat the mandarin ducks, I'm afraid there will be a rift between the master and the apprentice."

Dou Wanchao waved his hand and said indifferently, "I'm doing it for his own good. If you don't know what's good or bad like this, the fate of master and apprentice is over."

Shi Jiyun couldn't persuade him, and sighed, "Then I hope Ziqing can accept your affection."

Dou Wanchao's eyes focused on Lan Chuya who was on the lotus seat, and he replied softly, "Yes."

After that, neither of them spoke again.

……

When the whole sect was concentrating on one matter, a confession was going on at the back mountain of the sect.

Hua Qingwen turned his body to one side, lowered his head, and refused in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Brother You, I have someone I like."

You Rongcheng grabbed Hua Qingwen's shoulder and turned him to himself, asking anxiously, "Who?"

He is your good friend, Hua Qingwen thought to himself, turned his face away, "Senior Brother You, don't ask, I won't tell you." To avoid causing trouble to him.

You Rongcheng still didn't give up, and asked, "Qingwen, tell me, who is he?"

Hua Qingwen shook his head, "Senior Brother You, you are so good, you will meet someone better, we are not suitable, I will go back first." Backed away two steps, turned and left, without hesitation, even fled.

You Rongcheng looked at Hua Qingwen's back, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart, finally mustered up the courage to confess, the other party actually has someone he likes, it's too uncomfortable! ! !

The twin brothers Confucius South and Confucius North flew down from the treetops, and the expressions on their faces were surprisingly similar... sympathy.

Confucius Bei smiled and comforted, "Brother You, don't be discouraged, few people can confess successfully at once."

And Confucius leaned on the tree trunk with his arms folded. He didn't speak, but his expression was very deep. Cultivation requires love. Can he still practice well?

You Rongcheng looked frustrated, brushed off the hem of his clothes, and sat on the rock, "I don't know who he likes?"

Confucius North teased, "Brother You, if you know who the other party is, you still plan to kill him?"

You Rongcheng glanced at Confucius Bei speechlessly, "It's not enough to kill him, at least I want to prove that I am better than the other party, so that Qingwen realizes that he likes the wrong person."

Confucius Bei giggled and said, "But I heard that there is nothing good or bad about liking someone. Anyway, it's just seeing the right person."

Confucius Nan interjected, "Zibei's words are right. It's like you like Qingwen. The Zongmen is much better than him. Why don't you like it?"

You Rongcheng nodded when he was talking, then stopped suddenly, and waited for the two of them with his head tilted, "I was almost led into a ditch by your brothers."

Confucius patted You Rongcheng on the shoulder, "Senior Brother You, don't get entangled, Qingwen doesn't like you, there's nothing you can do about it, why hang yourself on one tree and change to another one."

"Cut!" You Rongcheng gave him a blank look, and flew away in Changhong, talking to them, the more he talked, the more he felt frustrated.

Confucius North looked at Confucius South, with a suppressed smile on his face, "Brother, let's go too."

"Ah."

……

The purple light bloomed, and the Sanskrit sound sounded again.

Lan Chuya stood up from the lotus seat, his spiritual consciousness and the five senses clarification method were running together, trying to see if Ziqing had come, but Ziqing, who had been waiting for him three times in the corner, disappeared this time.

The expression on his face quickly dimmed, and he flew away in frustration, but a sudden force hindered his flight, making him temporarily stay on the lotus seat.

"The patriarch's decree!"

A shocking, irresistible voice sounded out of thin air, and it exploded in everyone's ears like thunder. While the astonishing coercion was surprising, they all clasped their fists and saluted.

"Meet the ancestors."

However, the ancestor didn't show up, but just passed on the voice, that voice seemed to shake the mind and suppress everything.

"I am Lingjun, and now the outer sect disciple Lan Junyao has created the way of medicine for nearly a hundred years, which is unprecedented in history. He is extremely talented and hard to find in a hundred years. He is specially accepted as a big disciple to inherit the glory of Xiaoyao School's way of medicine."

Not long after the voice died away, the coercion descending on everyone also gradually dissipated.

Lan Chuya bowed three times towards the top of Tongtian Peak, "Thank you, Master."

Patriarch Ling Jun then said, "Come and see you tomorrow!"

Lan Chuya said respectfully, "Yes."

The quiet square immediately boiled, and they actually heard the voice of the ancestor. God knows, for some people, the ancestor is a legendary figure.

I don't know who suddenly shouted, "Brother Lan has become the eldest disciple of the ancestor!!!"

"That's the ancestor. No one had this honor before. Brother Lan is too good to make an exception for the ancestor!"

"Greetings to Brother Lan." The disciple who was closer to Lan Chuya immediately saluted him. This is the disciple with a bright future.

Lan Chuya had a dreamy feeling of a grassroots suddenly becoming a nobleman.

At this time, someone reflected, "Everyone is wrong, you shouldn't call me brother, you should call me uncle."

So, "Meet Master Uncle Lan."

Lan Chuya said hastily, "You are all disciples, so you don't need to salute."

A disciple respectfully said, "Uncle Lan, you are now the ancestor's disciple, you are no longer the same generation as us, we dare not be rude."

Lan Chuya thought, now that he has a master and his seniority has risen, he should also enjoy the privilege, "Okay then."

After talking to everyone in the square, he left. Ziqing was not here, all his happiness was greatly reduced, and he didn't even feel happy.

In the small pavilion on the upper peak, Shi Jiyun fell down on the stool in shock, regretting in his heart, if he hadn't watched over and over again, such a good seedling wouldn't be snatched away by the ancestor, that's the ancestor , where did he get it? !

Looking at Lan Chuya's back, his heart was bleeding with sadness. The disciple he had waited for so long flew away like a boiled duck.