When he thought of the tortoise-like progress in the future, Qing Yu couldn’t help but feel a toothache.
I don’t know what kind of medicine Shi Heilong had taken in the original story, but he was able to break through the realm as if he were flying.
If, after advancing to True Dan, Qing Yu had not found another better body refining technique, he would have had to suffer the torrid speed of the Golden Bell Mantle.
Or maybe ——
“Find some more flesh relics to help?”
Qing Yu couldn’t help but think of the origin of the meat relics that had been turned into powder, “Maybe —— I can work with Shi Jue and go to the Qing Qing Pagoda Forest of the Great Zen Temple to dig up a few ——”
But thinking of the masters of the Great Zen Temple and the ability of Abbot Xin Yuan to “palm the edge of life and destruction”, Qing Yu silently removed this option from his mind.
However, if not the Da Chan Temple, there was still something to be done at the Vajra Temple.
The relics of the strongest people of the Tong Shen realm would basically be brought to the Pure Pagoda Forest of the Great Zen Temple, the ancestral temple of the Zen Sect, for enshrinement, but not necessarily those of the True Dan realm.
Perhaps the effect of the True Dan realm is far less than the flesh relics of the Tong Shen realm, but the quantity can make up for the lack of quality. Vajra Temple has been established for so many years, a few dozen relics is not excessive, right?
The most important thing is that going to the Vajra Temple to steal the relics is more than ten times safer than going to the Great Zen Temple.
After thinking about the future of the Golden Bell Shroud, Qing Yu got up from the pool.
The soft water slowly lifted his body and moved it to the edge. Under Qing Yu’s meticulous control, his body did not get a bit of water on it.
Once on the shore, a robe flew to the side and, as if by invisible hands, it automatically slipped into Qingyu’s hands and onto his body.
With “Ten Thousand Rivers of Autumn Water” and “A Heart Like Stopping Water”, plus the mind-meld with Xiaomeng, Qing Yu’s control of these subtleties could be said to have reached a relative peak.
As he strolled forward, his qi lifted his body and his boots automatically flew beneath his feet. Qing Yu slowly descended, just in time to incorporate his feet into his boots.
At the same time, the belt was also automatically tied around his waist under the control of his true qi.
The long hair was also slowly tied back under the movement of invisible hands.
It was only on the strands of hair hanging down the side of his face that Qing Yu spotted a slightly different colour.
“White hair.” Qing Yu frowned gently.
The red hair that had turned from absorbing the medicinal properties of the “Fire Phoenix Body Tempering Dew” had returned to its original black colour, but these few white hairs were not the original colour they should have been.
When Qing Yu was practising “Three Thousand Feathers of White Hair”, he had not had long snow-white hair like Zuo Feiqing in the original story, because he had controlled the “Zhouliu Wind Power” like an arm.
The few times he burned his blood, Qingyu also did a good job of healing afterwards, so as not to injure his origin.
Therefore, after dispatching various factors, Qing Yu had a speculation about the root cause of the appearance of this white hair.
“A spiritual condition that reacts to the physical (anti-harmony) body?” Qing Yu said to himself.
Regarding the appearance of the white hair, Qing Yu also had an understanding of it after delving into his memories.
In Qing Yu’s memory, there was also a person, who had the same situation as him.
That person, was Xiaomeng.
It was clear that he was not born with white hair, and it was clear that he was not less white, but at this age of less than twenty, he had already appeared with white hair.
This is the manifestation of a spiritual condition on the physical (anti-harmony) body. In the later stages of martial arts, essence, qi and spirit are more closely integrated, and the influence of one on the other two is more significant.
The influence of the one on the other two is particularly strong, as the true qi takes on a spiritual nature, and so does the body.
Xiaomeng began at the age of eight and spent ten years in seclusion, turning his mind into a state of near-relentlessness. During these ten years, the long period of ruthlessness caused her hair to gradually turn into this state without any other colour.
Qing Yu was in a similar situation to Xiaomeng and was even more indifferent due to his previous mind fusion with Xiaomeng. It was only because his grasp of the mind was far different from Xiaomeng’s that he did not show any difference in his usual behaviour.
Although he did not have ten years to make his hair gradually change, after advancing to the late divine origin stage, the three elements that began to intermingle made his powerful mental power begin to affect his body.
“It seems that I’m going to step into the ranks of the less white heads in the future.”
Qing Yu smiled gently, but did not take this to heart. As long as it wasn’t a mistake in practicing kung fu or a loss of origin that caused his hair to turn white early, it would be fine.
Besides, isn’t white hair, frankly, quite handsome? How can Gong Zi Yu not have a white head.
This matter was instantly left behind by Qing Yu as he took a step out of the underground chamber, only to see Feng Jiu waiting outside.
Judging from the way he was standing, he must have been waiting for quite a long time.
There was an important matter, otherwise Feng Jiu would not have waited so long. But it wasn’t a bad thing either, otherwise Feng Jiu wouldn’t have waited at ease.
“Judging from your expression, it shouldn’t be a bad thing.”
Qing Yu kept his pace and walked past Feng Jiu.
“Your eyesight, as good as ever,” Feng Jiu said as she followed up, “is good. Just today, Feng Chaonan informed Si Haofeng of the missing heavenly treasures in the royal secret storehouse. After hearing this, Si Haofeng immediately rushed to the Mountain River Academy with his light skills.
By now, Dean Zhuge and even Chief Meng Shan should already know about this.”
Since the last time he met Feng Chaonan, Qing Yu had started asking the Medicine Master to send more people to infiltrate Feng Chaonan’s mansion. Now, his mansion had been completely turned into a sieve.
No sooner had Si Haofeng left than Feng Jiu knew what was happening.
This speed could not be said to be fast.
“Since that’s the case, Feng Tian Ming’s plan should have been discovered as well.” Qing Yu laughed lightly.
This was indeed good news that caused a smile to unfold.
“Over at the academy, can they find out about the Nirvana Festival? With those missing heavenly treasures alone.” Feng Jiu said with some apprehension.
“The Confucian School’s heritage is knowledge, plus in the previous dynasty, the Great Zhou, the Confucian School and the Feng Clan had rested together for nine hundred years, there is definitely a record of the Nirvana Ritual. Meng Shan Chang is nearly four hundred years old, and this Northern Zhou, is what he has watched develop step by step. With his insight, after learning what all the missing heavenly treasures are, he would not be unable to see through Feng Tian Ming’s calculations.” Qing Yu said calmly.
He had great confidence in Meng Shanhe, a living fossil of the Northern Zhou. Perhaps, without even knowing about the missing heavenly treasures in the royal secret treasury, Meng Shanhe would be able to guess what Feng Tianming wanted.
After all, after living for almost four hundred years, even a pig has become refined, not to mention the Confucian Sect Grand Master Meng Shanhe.
Qing Yu did not hold these old men in contempt, and the idiom of “people who are old have become elites” was specifically for them.
“Since you said that, Feng Tian Ming’s plan should have been discovered.” Feng Jiu said.
Just as Qing Yu had great confidence in Meng Shanhe, Feng Jiu also had immense confidence in Qing Yu.
He would not be wrong.
