Chapter 585 Qingtan Kingdom

Yin Mengting, who performed the Qingtan Wonderful Tree method, formed seals with her hands and had a persistent look.

She madly integrated her life essence into the Qingtan Wonderful Tree Dharma, and she herself gradually turned into the appearance of a Qingtan Wonderful Tree.

Her long light green hair turned into the lush leaves of the Qingtan Wonderful Tree, emerald green like crystals, spreading like an umbrella, protecting Xu Yang who was recovering his life essence under the shade of the tree.

At this moment, Xu Yang was severely injured by the long-browed monk and fell to the ground, completely unaware that Yin Mengting was sacrificing her life essence to save him.

In his heyday, the long-browed monk was a Buddhist monk whose cultivation almost reached the "virtual immortal". But now he is just a soul without a physical body, and he is far from being able to exert his peak combat power. But with the blessing of the power of the Five Buddhas Vajra Array, he also has a certain advantage in geographical location.

The "One Thought Eternal" technique performed by the long-browed monk is a technique of shocking the soul with the soul, and the competition is the foundation of the soul. What surprised the long-browed monk was that Xu Yang's soul power was much stronger than he had imagined.

If he wanted to kill Xu Yang with one blow, he would probably risk a complete collapse of his soul. Therefore, the long-browed monk decided to leave Xu Yang a glimmer of life, or to leave himself a way out.

And then, Yin Mengting gave Xu Yang the Buddha's relic, which was completely seen by the long-browed monk in the dark.

"Want to use the Buddha's relic to save people directly? This boy's heart meridian was burned by me, and his body was completely stagnant, unless he cultivates a pure Buddha's body. Otherwise, he can't guide the power of creation brought by the Buddha's relic, and the result can only be counterproductive. The power of creation that I have condensed for three thousand years will be like a raging fire, completely burning his body and soul." The long-browed monk hidden in the dark said in his heart.

At present, although Xu Yang's heart meridian is reconnected, it will take a process to completely repair the entire bloodline. Moreover, this process is extremely fragile, just like a cultivator breaking through a bottleneck in his cultivation. Once there is a slight mistake, the consequences will be disastrous.

Yin Mengting's consciousness began to become blurred due to the continuous output of life and physical strength, but her belief in saving Xu Yang did not waver at all.

The power of creation on the Buddha's relic is so powerful that it is the essence of the three thousand years of practice of the long-browed monk "Six Awareness".

The Buddha's relic began to melt in Xu Yang's body, and the energy in it was as grand as opening up a new world. But at this time, Xu Yang's consciousness was in a state of dying, and he had no way to actively guide this power. If the power of creation exploded in Xu Yang's body, Xu Yang's body and soul would be directly crushed.

At this moment, the dense leaves of the Qingtan Miaoshu Dharma Image transformed by Yin Mengting cast delicate green light threads.

Countless green light threads swayed, outlining the light and shadow of a woman like a magical brushstroke.

The woman's long hair was like rolling clouds, her skirt was like water, and there was a qingtan mark on her forehead that emitted nine colors of light, as if a fairy had descended. Looking closely, the facial features of the woman in the light and shadow were exactly the same as Yin Mengting's.

Next, the light blue woman's light and shadow gently landed on Xu Yang's body. The cheeks, chest, and even limbs were tightly fitted together, and then gradually penetrated into Xu Yang's body.

The next moment, Xu Yang's body had a complete, temporary meridian system, which was perfectly integrated with Xu Yang's original meridian system.

This temporary meridian system carried the power of creation released by the Buddha's relics, allowing the power of creation to circulate in Xu Yang's body in an orderly manner.

The originally heavy and violent power of creation instantly became slow, light, and soft, just like the gentleness of the woman.

"Plop, plop, plop." Xu Yang's heartbeat became stronger and stronger.

The magical thing was that Yin Mengting's heartbeat actually began to synchronize with Xu Yang's heartbeat.

"Plop, plop, plop."

"Plop, plop, plop."

The hearts are connected, it's true.

"What is the origin of this green-clothed girl? The Qingtan Wonderful Tree Method she used can actually control the power of creation overflowing from the Buddha's relics. Obviously, the super-grade Buddhist power contained in this Qingtan Wonderful Tree Method is something I have never comprehended even at my peak. Amitabha." The long-browed monk said in amazement.

In Xu Yang's originally dark consciousness, I don't know when a piece of emerald green leaf appeared. It was a Qingtan leaf, only an inch in size, as warm as jade, and as crystal as a treasure.

The next moment, the emerald green leaf turned into a brilliant green light and shadow, which spread out like an unfolding curtain.

Under the curtain, there is another world.

And in this world, an interesting story is being played out, the story of Yin Mengting and the man in her heart.

The vast and almost boundless Nantian Fairyland.

The spiritual power there is extremely abundant, and it has the power of time and space laws that are different from the Zhongyuan Realm where Xu Yang is. One day in the Nantian Immortal Realm is one year in the Zhongyuan Realm.

In the Nantian Immortal Realm, there are countless cultivation countries of different sizes, and the Qingtan Kingdom is one of the smaller ones.

On this day, the Qingtan Kingdom celebrated nationwide because the only daughter of the King of Qingtan just turned sixteen on this day. According to the traditional etiquette of the Qingtan Kingdom, on this day, a coming-of-age ceremony will be held for the little princess, and at the same time the little princess will be canonized as the Qingtan Saint.

The day of the Saint's canonization is a day of great joy for the Qingtan Kingdom. It symbolizes the prosperity of the Qingtan Kingdom and its long-lasting prosperity.

In the palace of the Qingtan Kingdom.

The King of Qingtan, wearing gorgeous royal clothes, sat in the center of the hall, and he was frowning on the throne.

Several ministers in official uniforms stood respectfully below the hall.

King Qingtan said: "The little princess is sixteen years old, and she is old enough to get married. But there are sixty-seven cultivation countries proposing marriage to us this time. Among them, there are some large cultivation countries whose strength far exceeds that of Qingtan. I don't know which one to agree to. What good ideas do you have, my dear ministers?"

The ministers of the hall looked at each other, and did not dare to express their opinions easily. You know, if this matter is not handled properly, it will become a hostility between the cultivation countries, and the consequences may even be a terrible war.

King Qingtan's eyes stayed on an old minister with a thin figure and white hair and beard, and then nodded slightly.

The old minister immediately understood and clasped his fists and said, "I have a plan, I wonder if it is feasible."

"Tell me."

"I have read all the marriage proposals from the 67 cultivation countries, and there are many young talents among the princes. Your Highness is born with the body of Qingtan, and she is extremely beautiful. It can be said that her strength and appearance are the best among her peers, which is also the capital of your Highness's pride. If you let your Highness choose according to your temperament, I am afraid that no one will make your Highness love her. If we reject all of them, it will be difficult for us to give a reasonable explanation to those powerful cultivation countries, and they will think that our Qingtan country despises them. The result can only be that our Qingtan country has offended them and will be isolated."

"Old Prime Minister, what you said is all true. Then tell me your plan quickly." King Qingtan said impatiently.

"Your Highness has been a martial artist since childhood, so why not have a martial arts competition to find a husband for her? Let the 67 princes from the cultivation countries come to the arena to compete. If there is one who can really defeat your Highness, then everything will come naturally. If not, we have given everyone a fair chance and will not offend anyone. Moreover, the 67 princes from the cultivation countries will fight on the marriage arena, which will divide the relationship between their countries. In this way, we don't have to worry that these cultivation countries will unite to deal with our Qingtan Kingdom."

When King Qingtan heard this, he immediately stood up from the throne, and his frown spread out like clouds blown away by the wind.

"Hahaha, good idea, you are worthy of being the third-generation old minister of my Qingtan Kingdom, so it's settled."

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In the inner hall of the Qingtan Palace.

In front of King Qingtan stood a graceful girl who looked like a lotus emerging from the water. It was Princess Qingtan, and her face was exactly the same as Yin Mengting.

"Daughter, this time I will find you a perfect husband through a martial arts competition. You won't refuse, will you?"

"How could that be? My daughter is very eager for it. I'm just afraid that all those princes will be defeated by me in the ring." The girl said with a look of disapproval.

King Qingtan was speechless and just smiled awkwardly.

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The next day, King Qingtan ordered people to pass on the news that the princess of Qingtan would hold a martial arts competition to find a husband.

The date was set for three months later.

The capital of Qingtan.

There were shops on both sides of the street, and people were surging on the street, a prosperous scene.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way."

With a shout, a man rode a fast horse and ran over quickly. There was a flying flag on the horse's back with the word "Yi" written on it.

"Everyone, get out of the way, it's an expedited horse from the post station."

"Don't hit anyone."

......

The people on the street dispersed.

At this time, a child who looked about five or six years old was playing in the middle of the street. The child was holding a newly bought candied haws in his hand, and he looked at a loss. The panicked crowd knocked his short body to the ground, and the candied haws in the child's hand rolled to the side.

"My candied haws." The child shouted and was about to get up from the ground.

Because the child was short, when the post officer on the war horse found the child, it was too late to rein in the war horse.

At this time, a handsome young man in blue was sitting on the second floor of a teahouse next to the street.

The young man in blue just saw the scene of the war horse about to trample the child, and hurriedly put down the tea cup that was brought to his mouth.

With a thud, anxious water splashed out of the tea cup. Before the splashed tea had time to fall back on the table, the young man in blue had already turned into a shadow and disappeared from the original place.

The next moment, in front of the half-lying child on the street, a green figure flashed, and the young man in green who had just been drinking tea in the teahouse appeared.

The young man in green showed a resolute look in his eyes, standing in place like a green sandalwood in the wind, with his hands spread out to stop the oncoming warhorse.

The post officer riding on the warhorse was already scalp-tingling after seeing the child, and he didn't expect that another young man in green would suddenly appear.

"Get out of the way!" The post officer's face turned green, and he said hurriedly while pulling the reins with his hands.

But it seemed too late, and the next result would probably be the horse trampling the two people.

From the crowd on both sides of the street, exclamations were heard from time to time.

At this moment, a light green figure flashed, and a young man in green appeared. The appearance of this young man in green was exactly the same as Xu Yang.

The young man in green held a purple, shiny wine gourd in his right hand, and his left hand reached forward in a chic manner.

"Don't worry, my horse. I have some wine here."

The next moment, a mysterious force suddenly spread out from the green-clothed boy's left hand.

A circle of visible, ripple-like spiritual power ripples on the green-clothed boy's left palm quickly spread out, and then spun violently.

Just like a tornado rising from the ground, the warhorse's forward momentum stopped abruptly, and it was lifted up by this force.

"It flew up."

"What a great skill."

"The little boy was saved."

"This man must be a cultivator."

Then, warm applause and cheers broke out all around.

The postman sitting on the warhorse wiped the cold sweat from his face with his hand, and then said seriously: "Let me go, you're delaying my delivery of the letter, but you will be caned."

The green-clothed boy looked half drunk and said calmly: "Get down."

With one hand, he put the warhorse and the postman on it steadily on the ground, and then drank a sip of the wine in the wine gourd in his hand as if nothing had happened.

Then he smacked his lips and said: "Good wine."

"So he's a drunkard." The postman whispered.

The horse under the postman's seat was confused, and he was tongue-tied, and couldn't even make a sound.

If the horse could speak, it would definitely say: "It feels like flying."