Mysterious mirror hanging high

Thinking of this, Jing Yu coughed lightly and said slowly:

"My fellow Daoists, what Jinghong said is true. Xuan Jing and her do not have any romantic feelings for each other. As for the matter of the Song family's son-in-law... there is no need to mention it from now on."

Although Song Jinghong was mentally prepared, his expression darkened after hearing Jing Yu's straightforward statement, and he felt a little disappointed.

Unexpectedly, Jing Yu changed the subject and said:

"But Xuan Jing has been in the Song family for many years, and has received guidance from the old master in the art of alchemy and divination. Although we don't have the name of master and apprentice, we have the reality of master and apprentice."

"The old master has taught me everything he has learned over the years, but he has never mentioned accepting disciples. In fact, he just doesn't want to restrict Xuan Jing."

"But Xuan Jing can't just let it go like this. It just so happens that all of you fellow Taoists are here today, so why not join me in bearing witness?"

"Today, Xuan Jing became the disciple of the old master. In order not to go against his last wishes, he is only a nominal disciple. Coincidentally, Senior Jinghu of the Changhu Sect sent the master's remains, so he set up a tablet in the main hall to complete the ceremony of apprenticeship!"

Jing Yu's clear and melodious voice spread throughout the hall, making Song Jinghong's eyes red. She knew that Jing Yu was standing up for the Song family in another capacity!

While the cultivators were stunned, Jing Yu actually set up a birthday tablet for Song Jianxu, respectfully placed it in the center of the chair, arranged the offerings, and carefully completed the ceremony of becoming a disciple.

Unlike the relief and nostalgia expressed by Master Black Tiger, True Man Li Yan, Gong Zhengyu, and the others, Zhang Qingmang, who was drinking his spiritual tea alone, was filled with envy and jealousy. He thought to himself, "What a kind and righteous Taoist Xuanjing is... How could my Zhang family not have such a talented person who cares about friendship!"

Then he thought of the direct descendant of the Golden Core who died in the Dinggu Secret Realm. His expression became gloomy and he felt lonely. Even the best spiritual tea in the cup lost its flavor.

After eating and drinking, the banquet was coming to an end, but this was not the end of the Golden Elixir Dharma Assembly, but its official beginning!

Jing Yu stood up from his seat and bowed to the group of Jindan cultivators below him.

Dozens of Jindan in the hall also bowed in return, all smiled, and almost simultaneously raised their hands to point outside the hall:

"please!"

Jing Yu raised his eyebrows. He naturally knew what they were talking about. He took the initiative to stride out of the main hall and came to the buffet in the square outside the hall. He jumped onto the roof of the main hall and looked at the thousands of monks densely packed in the square outside the hall.

"Master, look! It's a real person!"

Jin Yunzi swallowed the piece of three-yellow chicken skin in his mouth, wiped the chicken fat on his mouth with his sleeve, and pulled Master Jinlian who was trying to stuff the spiritual fruit into his sleeve.

Master Jinlian looked up, his eyes suddenly changing, and he said with a complicated expression, "It's only been a few decades, how could the world change so suddenly? How could we be so different from each other?"

At this time, almost all the Qi-cultivating and foundation-building cultivators in the square stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of Jing Yu with eager eyes.

"I am Xuan Jing, a Taoist priest. At the age of 137, my elixir has become golden and purple. Today, I will hold a Golden Elixir Dharma Assembly and preach to you fellow Taoists for three days..."

Ever since Lu Yingzhao preached in Qingyun Fairy City more than 500 years ago, preaching at the Golden Elixir Ceremony has been considered an old tradition in the Fairyland, and Jing Yu is naturally no exception.

However, this time he didn't simply talk about the way to form an elixir. Instead, he started from the point of drawing Qi into the body, and talked all the way to building an immortal foundation, as well as the various obstacles in cultivation during the foundation-building stage...

The aged Jin Yunzi had completely forgotten where he was. He stared intently at the newly promoted Jindan Zhenren sitting on the eaves, memorizing everything in his heart. When he heard the wonderful words, he couldn't help but applaud and praise them, secretly grateful in his heart:

"It's rare to find a true cultivator willing to start with Qi training. He's obviously taking care of low-level cultivators like us... I can't repay the kindness of teaching!"

Originally, Jin Yunzi failed in building his foundation once, and he had no courage to think about building his foundation again in this life. But now, after listening to Jing Yu's preaching, he felt that the bottleneck that had been sealed for a long time was slightly loosened again. Some fighting spirit was ignited in his heart again, and he wanted to go back to [Niehai Jinlian Temple] immediately to try to build his foundation!

When Jing Yu talked about the hurdle of foundation building, the foundation building cultivators present were even more fascinated. There was even a cultivator who had reached perfection in the early stage of foundation building, who was only one step away from achieving a breakthrough and entered the middle stage of foundation building!

Finally, the secret of forming the golden elixir was finally discussed. Jing Yu simply used water magic to condense various images and graphics in the air to assist in the explanation. For a moment, the entire square was filled with strange visions, which stunned all the golden elixir masters.

Feng Lingye placed the long sword on his back between his knees. His eyes were empty, but his mind was radiating all around him. He engraved every movement and every syllable of Jing Yu's sermon into his sea of ​​consciousness, and silently said in his heart:

"As expected of a genius who is praised by even the True Lord of my family, I can't even compare to him in terms of understanding!"

He pondered quietly over what Jing Yu said, and suddenly he had an epiphany in broad daylight, entering a state of oblivion of himself and the world. When Jing Yu finished his three-day sermon, Feng Lingye suddenly woke up, and felt that he had more confidence in making the elixir golden and purple, and the chances of winning increased from a guaranteed 70% to 80%!

Snapped--

Jing Yu, who was sitting upright on the eaves, snapped his fingers. The next moment, all the strange phenomena in the sky vanished into thin air. He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and said leisurely:

"Three days of preaching are over. Please do as you please!"

At this moment, all the cultivators in the square actually prostrated themselves on the ground and bowed respectfully, saying:

"Thank you, Master Xuan Jing, for your teachings!"

Jing Yu accepted the greeting calmly, waved his sleeves, and said with a smile, "Let's go."

After the Qi-training and foundation-building cultivators gradually came down the mountain and left the island, the Jindan Zhenren from various major forces also stood up to say goodbye. Jing Yu saw them off one by one, paying them the most respectful respects. However, he saw Feng Lingye, holding his long sword, staying behind.

"Thank you for your teachings, Master. Ling Ye has benefited greatly from them. It is a good decision to accept this mission today."

"Fellow Daoist Feng, you are too kind."

Jing Yuyan said, "Since you are the last one to stay, I guess there is something else you want to ask?"

Feng Lingye's expression grew serious, and he said in a deep voice, "That's right! Master Xuanjing, my master wants to see you, and he specifically asked Lingye to invite you to Tingfeng Island for a chat..."

Jing Yu's heart skipped a beat, as if he was a little surprised, but also as if a huge stone in his heart had finally fallen to the ground. He thought to himself, "Feng Qijie wants to see me!"

Yuanying Zhenjun has such a deterrent power that Jindan cultivators are almost at the mercy of Yuanying. There is no equality between them on a normal day. They are just playthings for Zhenjun to drive at will.

Now, in order to meet Jing Yu, Feng Qijie did not directly send a decree from the True Lord, but instead sent his own Nascent Soul seed to invite him politely, which was already giving Jing Yu enough face.

or……

Jing Yu thought to himself, "Is it to give face to the people behind me?"