Chapter 92 Seeking the Mausoleum and Losing the Jade
Guanghe thought about the answer all night, which was to ask Master to "catch two and let one go" among the three of them, Tai Cangyue, Ji Feiyan, and Ye Xiaoye.
If you can't catch them all, you will offend people.
If you don't let it all go, it will make people look down on you.
So the remaining answers are "catch two and release one" or "catch one and release two", and the best result is of course "catch two and release one".
But who should be arrested and whom should be released? Guanghe's suggestion is that Master first go to the mountain gate to find out more about the situation and which senior has the idea, and then talk to Tai Cang Yue, Ji Feiyan, Ye Xiaoye and the others in person to find out.
What are their own thoughts?
"Yes, I think more carefully than my teacher." Yu Bingsheng nodded in approval, "After my teacher goes to the sect, I will do as you say!"
Yu Bingsheng did not go to the sect immediately, but went to Tianjimen in Zhenxi City.
"Old guy, why are you here? Didn't you say you were traveling around?" A middle-aged scribe who seemed to be in his forties and the master of the Tianji Sect said without any surprise.
"Here's a small favor." Yu Bingsheng refused to blindly talk with him and went straight to the point.
"This is not a small job." The middle-aged scribe said.
"You know, I don't have much." Yu Bingsheng spread his sleeves, "If I had any big backers and good resources, I wouldn't be sent here."
"I always feel that your words did not mock me, but offended me." The middle-aged scribe shook his head, "But we are both in the same boat, so I don't care about your offense."
After a brief pause, the middle-aged scribe changed his words and returned to the normal communication track, "But friendship is friendship, and rules are rules. You know this."
"How about a favor?" Yu Bingsheng asked.
"A favor that breaks the level of supernatural power is worthless." The middle-aged scribe who is also in the level of supernatural power sighed deeply, "Oh, I shouldn't have had any contact with a poor person like you back then. If this continues, sooner or later
One day it will go bankrupt."
Saying this, the middle-aged scribe walked into Tianjiyuan.
The so-called Tianjiyuan is actually an independent small courtyard in Tianjimen, and there is nothing else in the small courtyard except a stone tablet in the middle.
After a while, the middle-aged scribe returned, with a slightly strange look on his face.
"The jade is in the mausoleum," said the middle-aged scribe. "If you seek jade in the mausoleum, you will lose the jade. If you seek jade, you will lose the mausoleum."
"Old man, that's all I got."
"Thank you!" Yu Bingsheng flicked his sleeves and tried to get out of the way.
"Slow down!" said the middle-aged scribe, "Brother Taoist, can I say a word more?"
He even changed his title.
Obviously what he wants to say next is business, and it is something he thinks is more important.
Yu Bingsheng responded to him with his eyes.
"Brother Dao, everyone knows the beauty of jade, but some people may not know the beauty of mausoleums." The middle-aged scribe said, "If you are not as powerful as others, you should retreat and settle for the second best. What do you think?"
"Do you know something?" Yu Bingsheng frowned.
He has been frowning since he got that sentence just now.
"Brother Taoist, forgive me, I do know something." The middle-aged scribe apologized, "But what I know, whether I say it or not, has nothing to do with Brother Taoist's trip."
Hearing this, Yu Bingsheng frowned even more.
"Okay, I understand." Yu Bingsheng said, "Also, I will consider your suggestions."
After saying this, Yu Bingsheng walked away.
But this time, the middle-aged scribe did not stop him, he just stood there and shook his head slightly.
Returning to Lingxiao lower courtyard with Xiao Qing Hu, Yu Bingsheng teleported, teleported, teleported all the way.
Carrying a child along would not slow down his speed at all, but the restrictions imposed on cultivators by Xiji Furukawa were too great.
It's actually okay for monks like Yu Bingsheng in the magical power realm. At least they still have "supernatural powers" available. It's too difficult for monks who have not reached the magical power realm and only rely on spells. The effect of spells is cut off by more than 90% here.
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Yu Bingsheng just teleported out of Zhenxi City, which was built on the Small Spirit Realm. After leaving Zhenxi City, he seemed to be stuck in the mud. Every time he teleported, it was like picking up and putting down his feet in the swamp.
For a person with his level of cultivation, he would not be so tired that he would vomit blood, but the sad feeling would be worse than vomiting blood.
Finally, after leaving the Xiji Furukawa River, the sea and sky suddenly became brighter.
The earth quickly retreated behind it at an unimaginable speed, and the motionless white clouds on the horizon turned into colorful phantoms at this moment.
When the scenery in the sky and on the ground returned to normal, the old man and the young child had arrived at the foot of a mountain.
"This is the mountain gate of our Lingxiao Sect." Yu Bingsheng touched Qing Hu's little head and said gently.
There were two thousand six hundred and eighty-four stone steps. The old man and the young man walked up step by step in the following time.
This is a procedure that any new disciple must go through when entering the mountain gate.
Since the founding of the Lingxiao Sect, there has been no exception.
Even though Qing Hu is already in the Xuan Guan realm, he is only seven years old, and he is still a bit short, with really short legs. In fact, the situation will be completely different even in one or two years.
Because at this age, children are the same every year.
But at this time, even if the teacher held his hand all the way, after walking so many stone steps, he was so tired that he sat down on the top stone steps.
"Haha, Qing Hu, how does it feel to come here?" Yu Bingsheng asked.
"I'm tired, teacher!" Qing Hu raised his head and looked at the teacher standing beside him, "My legs are too short, it would be better if they were longer!"
"Also, teacher, those clouds in the sky are so beautiful!" Qing Hu stretched out his hand and pointed to the horizon.
"Is it different from what you saw before?" Yu Bingsheng asked.
"...It seems to be the same!" Qing Hu looked left and right, "But it's so comfortable to sit at such a high place and watch!"
In the main hall, the water mirror shows the scene at the mountain gate without any surprise.
This is also routine.
"First-class qualifications," said the boss named Mu.
"My luck is normal," said the boss surnamed An.
"Nothing unusual," said the old man holding the mirror.
The three big guys used these three sentences to position Qinghu from three aspects respectively, and almost at the same time, Qinghu’s release was also completed.
First gear!
Before reaching the True First Realm, the sect’s first level of training efforts.
This is the same arrangement as Ye Xiaoye's at that time.
"Junior Yu Bingsheng is here." Lao Jiu said with a smile after completing the tasks of inspecting and selecting new disciples.
"Is there anything strange in Xiji Furukawa recently?" The boss named Mu asked, "Yu boy's luck is only average. He doesn't look like the kind of person who is favored by heaven and earth. How come he has such a genius under his sect?
They come out one after another without even stopping."
"His luck was average before, but not necessarily now." Lao Jiu said.
However, the One-Yuan Mirror of Creation cannot be used to check the situation of monks above the Lingtai level in the sect at will. Just like just now, it was clear that Yu Bingsheng and Qing Hu were standing together, but when the One-Yuan Mirror swept across it, it automatically ignored Yu
Bingsheng.
This is also one of the sect's rules.
This time, Mr. An was not the one to preside over the initiation ceremony of the new disciples. Everything was carried out according to normal procedures.
After settling down Xiao Qinghu, Yu Bingsheng entered the core peak group and then entered a courtyard.
"Uncle Master, please make the decision for me!" Yu Bingsheng wiped his face and said to the young man in front of him, with tears in his eyes, which made people look moved.
"What's going on? Could it be that someone is bullying you?" the young man in Tsing Yi said in surprise.
"This disciple has been bullied so much!" Yu Bingsheng said hoarsely, "If this disciple doesn't come back this time, he won't even have face in the future!"
Next, Yu Bingsheng told the young man the situation.
"Bingsheng, have you made a mistake? Why didn't I get the news?" the young man in green said, "Even if someone ignores you, for such a big thing, isn't it just a decoration for me?"
"Don't worry, I'll go find out the situation."
The boy left and returned after about tea time.
And when he came back, he had a strange look on his face.
"Uncle Master?"
"Bingsheng, there is a bit of trouble." The young man in green looked at Yu Bingsheng steadily, as if he wanted to find something on his face, "The few little guys from you are indeed attracted by others, but
, is someone I can’t afford to offend.”
"Ah?" Upon hearing this, Yu Bingsheng was so surprised that he even held back the tears in his eyes.
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It’s so strange, why is the insignificant boss surnamed An the one you choose the most?