Cheng Qian couldn't help but choke, "My cultivation is low. By the time I can break the three spiritual divisions of Senior with one sword, not to mention that my brothers' bodies are so cold that they are about to freeze, I am afraid that I will starve to death here first. Senior Wen, please be reasonable."

Wen Ya was not moved at all. He glanced at Cheng Qian. Young people may be lonely and angry, unwilling to give in, ambitious, or depressed. Their hearts are always not so firm, and their brows are always prone to show hostility caused by anxiety. In this regard, Cheng Qian is worse than ordinary people.

Wen Ya attacked him mercilessly, "So, you can't even break my spirit, and you still want to fight Zhou Hanzheng? What do you rely on? Are you dreaming?"

Cheng Qian was about to argue, but Wen Ya waved her hand and interrupted him again aggressively: "Reviving the sect? If you really want to revive the sect, the best thing to do now is to find a place to hide and practice hard for three or four hundred years. I think you don't dare to take on the responsibility alone, so you rush forward without caring about anything!"

Cheng Qian's eyes twitched fiercely, and then he raised the Frost Blade Sword and said indifferently: "Senior, what you said makes sense, but I won't fall for your tricks."

Wen Ya thought to herself, this is a stone from the toilet, it's smelly and hard, I have to teach it a lesson.

Then his three shadows followed his will and suddenly rose into the air, surrounding Cheng Qian in the middle.

Taking the initiative in front of the younger generation shows that he has no moral integrity or integrity. This shopkeeper Wen has none of that.

The frosty blade in Cheng Qian's hand surged towards the three spirits like a rolling tide, and the sword energy stirred up the originally calm sea water beside the reef. The sea water suppressed the violent power and slammed heavily on the reef. The feet of the two men shook violently, and Wen Ya's three spirits cooperated with each other, forming a huge light curtain in the air from high above, and fell towards Cheng Qian like a fishing net.

The sword energy and the giant net collided in mid-air, and with a loud bang, the reef was shaken into flying pieces and almost fell apart on the spot.

Wen Ya sat where she was, and quickly stretched out her hand and made a hand gesture to protect the reef under her butt in case she had to go into the sea to dance with the fish.

The three spirits had no skills at all, and they suppressed Cheng Qian's sword energy with brute force. The net formed by the large light curtain gradually shrank, covering Cheng Qian tightly inside.

Cheng Qian was unable to hold on for a moment, and his strength was running out, so he had to avoid the attack temporarily, flying around the field with his sword, and taking a few quick breaths.

"Sea Tide Sword," Wen Ya sneered slowly, "With your narrow mind, you still have the nerve to say that you have practiced the Sea Tide Sword?"

He suddenly let out a long roar, and the clones above his head suddenly turned into a circle of phantoms. Then, the clones split into two, two into four, and gradually formed a group. Each of them held a sword that appeared out of thin air in his hand, with countless sharp edges pointing directly at Cheng Qian.

The sword moves of these distractions are actually completely different. They are like a swarm of flies flying in the sky, making people dizzy just by looking at them.

Cheng Qian was dazzled by the chaotic sword lights and felt like vomiting. For a moment, he was forced into a very embarrassing situation by the opponent.

Wen Ya shouted, "Look at the tide beneath your feet!"

Cheng Qian was shocked.

At this time, the vast ocean looks as calm as the autumn moon from afar. Only when you are on this small rocky island can you feel the white splashes of water caused by the waves hitting the shore.

The dark tide is no sharper or gentler than any sword in the world, because its source is vast and endless. The seawater contains hundreds of rivers and reaches the clouds, but it can also enter narrow cracks and spit out fine sand. It will never risk everything...

There are desperate situations everywhere, but there is also life everywhere.

Master Wen Ya hardly gave him time to think. The hundreds of distraction sword lights formed a net that swept over him. Cheng Qian seemed to realize something and instinctively swung his sword to block it again. However, he always felt that something was missing, making this sword not very firm, and the sword intent went off track halfway through.

He had to avoid Wen Ya's sharp edge again, and staggered to land on the reef. He did not dare to stop for a moment, and his toes quickly touched the ground. At the same time, seven or eight sword lights surrounded and blocked him from behind, leaving behind a series of charred streaks wherever he passed.

This forced hasty escape shattered the little insight that Cheng Qian had finally built up in his mind, and it also made him feel like he was in a state of panic, unable to move forward or downward, and it was extremely painful.

At this moment, he heard Master Wen Ya shout again: "Look at yourself again!"

There was a buzzing sound in Cheng Qian's ears, and his hand holding the sword loosened, almost dropping the Frost Blade Sword that he had not let go of even when he was about to drown.

During these years on Qinglong Island, he had been focusing on honing his true energy and swordsmanship, and even in his dreams at midnight he was thinking about trampling on the likes of Zhou Hanzheng. His mind was full of reviving his sect, but he neglected to meditate and think for a long time, and he rarely looked inward.

He hid his arrogance behind his fragile back, fearing that if he walked too slowly, his fellow disciples would be bullied.

Cheng Qian hated the word "soul scattered". He always felt that his master was just scattered among the mountains and lakes, and was not dead, but was watching him everywhere. He was always terrified by being stared at by those imaginary eyes.

Wen Ya: “Yes!”

Cheng Qian suddenly stopped in his tracks, and the Frost Blade Sword in his hand came forward like flowing clouds and water. At least at that moment, he felt that the sword in his hand was not only connected to himself, but also to the heaven and earth.

A person practices cultivation throughout his life and learns the three thousand principles of the Tao. If it can be summed up in one sentence, isn't it just "look at the world, then look at yourself"?

The impetuousness in Cheng Qian's sword intention suddenly disappeared, and it was different from the real peace and uprightness. At this time, his sword energy was almost dim, but it was filled with continuous power. This time he no longer had the indignation that seemed to overturn the islands and reefs. The cold sword energy of the Frost Blade Sword penetrated into the light curtain without any holes.

The sword intent and the light curtain canceled each other out layer by layer, and actually "dissolved" Wen Ya's distracted mind into it.

Cheng Qian suddenly pressed down the Frost Blade Sword, retreating to advance, but in the next instant he caught up again, as if "one wave has not yet subsided, another wave rises", and a "beep" sound like lamp fireworks spreading around, and Wen Ya's last distractions disappeared one by one. In a blink of an eye, the light curtain was swallowed up by the frosty sword energy, and the island reef suddenly became silent. Only Cheng Qian, who seemed to have realized something, and Wen Ya, who was still sitting cross-legged, were left looking at each other.

It was not until this moment that Cheng Qian felt that he had encountered the true meaning of the "Sea Tide Sword" for the first time.

After so many years, he once again involuntarily entered into a state of meditation because of his realization. The fresh air from all directions, along with the cool sea breeze, immediately poured into his meridians without a doubt. The meridians that had been widened through years of painstaking training accepted the breathing without any stagnation, and his true energy circulated independently. In just a short while, it seemed that even the hidden injuries on his body were mostly healed.

When Cheng Qian woke up from his meditation, the sky in the east was already turning pale. Although it took a long time, Cheng Qian still bowed to Wen Ya with a complicated expression and said, "Thank you, senior."

Wen Ya closed her eyes slightly, but said, "I don't know what's going on with you Fuyao Sect. A weak-minded and often soft-hearted person actually entered the Dao through sword, and an extreme and stubborn person who took an unconventional approach with his sword actually entered the Dao through his heart. Boy, you have a foundation here, but you have been obsessed with trivial matters all these years. Aren't you afraid of going astray?"

Cheng Qian lowered his head in silence, unable to speak for a moment.

What was taught in the lecture hall were the mantras of martial arts, and the head senior brother had no control over him. No one had ever shown him a clear path as an elder - even if someone wanted to, he might not listen because of his overly arrogant personality.

"You just run around recklessly, showing your teeth and claws at every turn. Do you think you are a crab?" Wen Ya said angrily, "What else is that flat-shelled beast useful for, except for its cooked meat to go with wine?"

Cheng Qian couldn't help but bury his head even lower, but when he heard Master Wen Ya say this, he actually swallowed his saliva - this senior master who should have been fasting actually made him greedy!

Cheng Qian: “…”

Wen Ya met Cheng Qian's strange gaze and immediately became angry and said, "What are you looking at? It's all because of you that I can't go home, you bastards, good-for-nothings!"

Cheng Qian lowered his head and said, "Yes."

After a while, he couldn't help but look up and asked, "Senior, can I leave now?"

Wen Ya was choked by him. He finally understood Cheng Qian's stubbornness. Be it realm or realization, they seemed to be nothing to this kid. In his eyes, they were not even a hair on top of his fellow disciples.

Wen Ya said with a straight face, "Those who cultivate immortality have to go through numerous hardships and calamities, and even be struck by lightning, before they can find a glimmer of hope in the cracks of heaven. They have always been indifferent to family ties, and their friends are like water. Only by being lonely and miserable can they find peace. You have so many distracting thoughts in your mind, how can you ascend to the great path?"

Cheng Qian answered without hesitation: "Why would you seek immortality if you live such a miserable life? To live a longer miserable life? Senior, my master's teachings are not like this."

"You're preaching to me?" Wen Ya looked at him in disbelief. "You're just a little kid and you want to preach to me... Well, what is your master's teaching?"

In fact, Master Mu Chun rarely preaches deliberately. As soon as Cheng Qian said this, he regretted it a little, feeling that he was being too arrogant. But when Wen Ya pressed him, his mind turned quickly, and suddenly he had an idea, and blurted out: "My master cultivates 'satisfaction' and 'freedom' - Senior, I am rude, but I have been wondering for a long time. Is it true that being lonely and hard for immortality is satisfaction?"

Wen Ya was actually stumped by his question.

Cheng Qian was thinking about Yan Zhengming and the others, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with him anymore. He immediately clasped his fists and was about to fly away on his sword.

Wen Ya suddenly looked up again and called out to him: "Wait!"

After that, Wen Ya stared at Cheng Qian with a complicated look for a while, and slowly said: "Even if you practiced sword for a whole night, you only made a slight improvement. Are you still trying to reach the top in one step? You can't beat Zhou Hanzheng, come here, I will give you something."

Cheng Qian was startled, and saw Wen Ya suddenly pointing his finger at his forehead. He looked painful, but muttered something, and gradually a ball of green light came out from his forehead.

As the green light slowly overflowed, Wen Ya's face deteriorated visibly, and even revealed a hint of death.

Cheng Qian had a very solitary personality. He didn't like to make friends or discuss things with others. He never expected anyone to lend him a hand, let alone help that was obviously self-defeating.

Although he didn't know what that green light was, he could see that Master Wen Ya was in a bad condition, so he hurriedly stopped her and said, "Senior Wen, you don't have to..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Wen Ya's light shout and grabbed the ball of green light in her hand. The light suddenly became brighter and then dimmed. In Wen Ya's palm lay a piece of jade as big as an egg, which was translucent and very warm.

Wen Ya looked down at the jade in her hand with a complicated look, and suddenly smiled and said, "When I was looking for immortals, I had no way to find them. My aptitude was not good, and Qinglong Island refused to accept me. Fortunately, a friend gave me this thing, which is called 'Gathering Spirit Jade'. When it is injected into a mortal's body, it can allow them to skip the long process of drawing qi into the body and directly enter the immortal gate. However, relying on external objects to enter the Tao is no different from the cultivation level infused by elixirs. The cultivation level is always superficial. There is no fun in practicing like this. It just happens to be of some use to Zhou Hanzheng, so I will give it to you."

After saying that, he raised his hand unexpectedly. Before Cheng Qian could dodge, he felt a surge of clear air hitting his chest and disappearing into his body in the blink of an eye.

Cheng Qian suddenly felt as if he was doused with cold water. A chill ran down his body from head to toe. The circulation of the vital energy in his abdomen was disrupted, and he was unable to speak for a while.

Seeing his distorted expression, Master Wen Ya couldn't help but burst into laughter and said, "Don't worry, this thing won't do you any harm. I'm just afraid it won't be of any use in the short term. This Soul Gathering Jade has been kept here by me for many years. If used properly, it can temporarily suppress Zhou Hanzheng's realm. Didn't you just say that if you can't beat him, you can ambush him? Since you can't reach a higher realm, it's the same if you suppress others."

After saying that, he cast another golden spell in his hand. This time, the spell sank into Cheng Qian's brows: "This is the activation method, remember it."

Cheng Qian was speechless for a long while. Wen Ya saw the green air between his eyebrows gradually dissipate, knowing that the Soul Gathering Jade had completely merged into his body, so she nodded and said, "Okay, go away, don't die."

Cheng Qian was already able to concentrate his mind and steer the sword. The Spirit Gathering Jade that had entered his body was just an ordinary magic weapon. However, it was different for Master Wen Ya. Even if Cheng Qian was ignorant, he could tell at this moment that this was the thing Master Wen Ya used to enter the Tao, and it was the foundation of all his cultivation.

Looking at Master Wen Ya again, ever since he took out the Spirit Gathering Jade, half of his hair and beard turned white in an instant.

Gods never grow old, and this was clearly a sign that his cultivation had declined significantly.

"I..." Cheng Qian didn't know what to say, "I can't have this, senior... this..."

"Shut up. You think I'm proud of yourself for saying that you use external objects to enter the Dao?" Wen Ya shouted, "If I hadn't been chased by those bastards and hadn't been injured all the way, I would have killed that pretty boy with my own hands - take it if I give it to you, get out!"

After saying that, he swung his sleeves violently, and all the sand on the reefs was lifted up by him and splashed onto Cheng Qian's face. Then Wen Ya leaped forward and dived into the water. When Cheng Qian rushed over, he only saw the back of a huge fish flash on the sea surface, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Cheng Qian quickly flew into the sky on his sword. Perhaps it was because his sword skills had improved the night before, or because he had an extra spirit-gathering jade on him, but he was able to fly the sword with much greater ease.

However, the figure of Master Wen Ya could no longer be found.

Cheng Qian looked around but found nothing, so he could only sigh secretly, and kept in mind this chance encounter and the kindness he had shown to his elders, and turned around to look for Yan Zhengming and the others.

Yan Zhengming and his friends had been experiencing a series of setbacks.

After the road was washed away by the flood, Yan Zhengming almost jumped down with Cheng Qian, but was fortunately held down by Li Yun and Han Yuan. The group continued to move forward in this way, and the cloth belt under their feet did not last long, just as Tang Wanqiu, the master, said. They were forced to land on a deserted island.

The eldest brother looked so distraught that it was a bit scary. He seemed to be going crazy. Li Yun had no choice but to persuade him: "Since Xiao Qian can already fly the sword, is it possible that he will be drowned? Let's wait for him at this bonfire for a while. He will find his way back when he sees the fireworks."

Yan Zhengming turned a deaf ear to it. Ever since he lost Cheng Qian, he had been feeling restless all the time.

He looked into the distance, then suddenly stood up and said, "The sea has calmed down. You stay here, and I'll go find him."

Li Yun was immediately overwhelmed and tried to stop him, but before he could wrap up his objection, someone else stopped Yan Zhengming on his behalf. When Li Yun landed, he had already placed a circle of golden clams infused with potion on the deserted island. His toad water had been improved several times and could last much longer, and could also communicate with each other. He had originally arranged these things to wait for Cheng Qian, but he had unexpectedly discovered Zhou Hanzheng first.

Unlike their group who fled in a panic, Zhou Hanzheng also fled but he fled with great satisfaction. His high-spirited look did not show at all how he felt about losing most of his men on Qinglong Island.

But even if there were only two or three masked men left around Zhou, Zhou Hanzheng alone was not someone that their injured and young group could handle.

Even more unfortunate was that Zhou Hanzheng was a very cautious person. As soon as he stepped onto the island, he immediately discovered the things that Li Yun had placed on the shore.

"Oh no," Han Yuan observed carefully through the eyes of his clone and whispered, "He may have discovered that there are people on the island."

"It's okay." Faced with the crisis, Yan Zhengming had to suppress the urge to go out and find Cheng Qian immediately. "The bitch is afraid of death. Now he is in the light and we are in the dark. He will be more frightened than us. We must make sure he can't figure out our routine - Li Yun, don't stop the formation, keep going!"

Li Yun gritted his teeth and buried his head in the work at hand. He had read the book from a niche miscellaneous book. It was mainly made of stones and branches, supplemented by corresponding talismans, which could create a hallucination world. He didn't know how long Zhou Hanzheng could be trapped, but at least he could delay for a while.

The island was not very big, and Zhou Hanzheng could have used his spiritual sense to scan it directly, but this person was indeed as Yan Zhengming said, too cautious, and did not dare to act rashly at first, allowing Li Yun's bluffing illusion to take effect. The two sides went back and forth on this small island to test each other for a whole night.