Chapter 103 I don’t want to work hard anymore! (Subscribe)
After the song ended, the Queen Mother of the West at the head of the audience slowly stood up.

The immortals and gods present stopped talking and all looked at the mistress of West Kunlun.

"You all have come from afar to bring glory to West Kunlun."

The voice of the Queen Mother of the West is as clear as spring water, flowing in the ears of every immortal and god.

“In the past, whenever a grand gathering was held in West Kunlun, immortals would sit here and discuss the Dao, learn from each other, and make further progress.

This event is naturally no exception.

As always, the final winner can make a wish to me, and as long as it does not violate the will of heaven, I will definitely agree to it."

Having said that, Queen Mother of the West stretched out her hand and waved it. Suddenly, dozens of items appeared in front of her. There were elixirs, spiritual fruits, spiritual weapons and spiritual treasures, all wrapped in spiritual light.

"These will be considered as the prizes for this discussion. Those who perform well can choose freely."

Then she took out a large dark red bow, which looked a bit mottled and old, and the surface was covered with dust.

“This red bow is a top-grade spiritual treasure that I accidentally found. It has been kept in the treasury for a long time.

In order to prevent the treasure from being covered in dust, I will use it as the final prize in my discussion of the Dao.

All the immortals do not care about your origins or your level of cultivation. Anyone who wants to discuss Taoism can come up and give it a try."

Hearing the words "superior spiritual treasure" and "red bow", all the immortals and gods present were suddenly in an uproar.

Many people looked at him with burning eyes and surprised expressions.

“It’s Tong Gong!”

"The legendary Sun-shooting Bow!"

"I never thought it would fall into the hands of the Queen Mother of the West, and I never thought she would even use this treasure as a prize!"

"That's right. In the past, when discussing the Dao, at most a mid-grade spiritual treasure was used as a prize. But this time, even a high-grade spiritual treasure was used!"

"I'll give it a try this time no matter what!"

Yang Ling heard many people whispering before he realized what was going on.

The Tong Bow seems to be the magic bow that the great wizard Yi of the Hou Tu tribe in ancient times used to shoot and kill nine little golden crows!
No wonder all the immortals and gods were so eager to try it out, their eyes shining, looking at the big bow with drooling mouth.

It can be seen that many immortals and gods present were captivated by this top-grade spiritual treasure.

It's not their fault either.

After all, for most immortals and gods, top-grade spiritual treasures are supreme treasures that are hard to come by, and it is usually very good to have a mid-grade spiritual treasure.

Not to mention the distant past, the Four Saints of Nine Dragon Island who died at the hands of Yang Ling, four dignified Golden Immortals of the Jiejiao, simply couldn't put together a top-grade spiritual treasure.

Don’t even the saints’ direct disciples like Jade Ding Zhenren and Manjusri Taoist have a few top-grade spiritual treasures on them?
Even among the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Orthodox School, there may be some disciples who cannot even produce a top-grade spiritual treasure!

Yang Ling clearly saw the Taoist Huanglong from the Chan sect, staring at the dark red bow in front of the Queen Mother of the West, and subconsciously began to get ready.

After several battles with others, Yang Ling also deeply realized how powerful the top-grade spiritual treasures are.

Whether it is the Dunlong Pillar or the Wanli Mountains and Rivers Map, they both have the absolute power to decide the outcome in a fight.

If a top-grade spiritual treasure can exert its power perfectly, it can even enable a person to overcome the strong with the weak!
But for Yang Ling, the red bow was secondary. He valued the promise of the Queen Mother of the West more.

With the Queen Mother of the West's strength and status, her promise is not much different from a top-grade spiritual treasure!
No wonder her birthday celebration attracted so many immortals and gods.

Even he was tempted by such a generous prize.

He glanced at Yunhua and saw that her eyes were also flashing with eagerness. It was obvious that she wanted to take this opportunity to ask Queen Mother of the West to help change her immortal status.

At this time, a handsome young man walked into the center of the field first. He was wearing a white robe, a jade crown on his head, and a sword hanging from his waist. His expression was heroic, yet elegant.

He first clasped his fists and bowed to the Queen Mother of the West, with a confident smile on his face.

"I am Qingqiu Baichuan, and I am here to meet the queen!"

Queen Mother of the West nodded slightly, indicating that he could begin.

Bai Chuan was not afraid of the stage either. He looked around and asked, "Which Taoist friend is willing to come up and discuss Taoism with me?"

Before he finished speaking, an old immortal with white hair and a celestial bearing stepped forward, holding a green bamboo staff, and said calmly: "I am a wandering immortal from Kongsang Mountain, also known as Qingzhu Taoist. I am here to learn from you."

The two of them sat cross-legged on the cushions in the middle of the field.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ling immediately became interested.

Although he had often discussed Taoism with Master Xuandu before, at that time he always spoke spontaneously and without any method.

For him, things like gods sitting and discussing philosophy are filtered and naturally carry a sense of lofty mystery.

At this time, Taoist Qingzhu spoke first, "Tao gave birth to one, one gave birth to two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to all things. All things carry the yin and embrace the yang, and the rushing qi makes them harmonious... Do you agree with this, Taoist friend?"

Yang Ling: “…” That’s it?

He was originally full of expectations, just like a technical secondary school student going to participate in the highest level mathematics competition, but when he saw the other contestants...

How come his level is not as good as mine?
Qingqiu Baichuan obviously didn't have this feeling. He thought about it for a while and nodded slightly, "Yes, but all things have spirits, there is Tao in spirits, and there is spirit in Tao. We cultivate immortality not only to pursue immortality, but also to realize Tao, to live as long as the heaven and earth, and to shine as bright as the sun and the moon."

Taoist Green Bamboo stroked his beard and said, "Heaven rewards hard work, earth rewards virtue, and people reward sincerity. Only when these three are combined can we understand the mysteries of heaven and earth."

Bai Chuan's eyes flashed with a smile, and then he stretched out his hand and pointed, and the long sword at his waist flew out by itself, pointing at the Green Bamboo Taoist, "What Taoist friend said is very much in line with my heart.

However, although the Tao is vast, it also requires the sword to walk.

Ask the Tao with the sword, and prove the Tao with the sword.

The sword is the Tao, and the Tao is the sword!"

As the voice was spoken, the long sword gradually moved towards Taoist Green Bamboo. The sword was shining with light and was surrounded by some mysterious Taoist rhyme.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ling's face showed anticipation again.

He knew this was the highlight.

This immortal from Qingqiu presented his own way in an intuitive form. If the opponent could deal with his sword, he would lose, otherwise he would win.

Compared with the verbal advantage, this method is obviously more direct.

The Taoist priest Green Bamboo looked at the slowly approaching sword with an increasingly solemn expression. He tried to break it with his bamboo stick, but ended in failure.

"Your swordsmanship is indeed superb. I am the one who has been defeated."

Taoist Green Bamboo admitted defeat and left in disappointment.

Afterwards, several independent cultivators volunteered to come up and break Baichuan's swordsmanship, including a disciple from the Wuzhuang Temple on Wanshou Mountain, but they all ended in failure.

"Which fellow Taoist would like to give me some advice?"

Baichuan looked around, a little proud on his face.

At this time, Yun Hua, who had been eager to try, finally couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up and walked to the center of the field. He stretched out his slender jade fingers and gently pointed at the long sword, saying lightly:
"The sword is used to seek the Tao, this is the ultimate of martial arts. But the Tao is not the sword, and the sword is not the Tao. The Tao is invisible, the sword is visible. To seek the Tao with the sword is ultimately a physical pursuit."

As she spoke, her fingertips touched the sword.

The long sword shook slightly, then slowly changed direction in the air, pointing the tip of the sword at Baichuan.

Yang Ling raised his eyebrows.

This move is somewhat similar to his "Soldier" secret, but Yunhua uses the sword heart to control the sword, making the opponent's sword willing to be driven by her, which is very different from his "Soldier" secret.

Seeing this scene, the complacency on Baichuan's face froze instantly, and he said thoughtfully: "Daoyou, what you said makes sense. The sword practice and the Tao are indeed the pursuit of the material world.

But Taoist friends, when you seek the Tao with a sword heart, isn't that also a kind of persistence? The Tao is essentially inaction, so why should you persist?"

"You are wrong, fellow Daoist." Yun Hua said calmly, "Inaction is not the Dao, and persistence is not the Dao either. The Dao lies between existence and non-existence, between movement and stillness. My sword heart is unobstructed, inaction is also action, and this is the true meaning of the Dao of the Sword."

Bai Chuan suddenly realized what was going on, and after a moment he bowed respectfully and said, "Your swordsmanship is far superior to mine!
I am convinced of my defeat, and I would like to thank you for your guidance. I will keep it in mind. If you have any mission in the future, I will do my best. "

Yunhua returned the salute and glanced at Yang Ling casually, as if to take credit from him.

At this time, Fairy Bluebird came forward, looked at Baichuan and said, "Your Majesty has a message. You have won several games in a row and performed very well. You can choose any of the spiritual fruits and elixirs here."

Baichuan nodded slightly, turned his head and looked up at the Queen Mother of the West. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, which then turned into deep admiration.

He bowed respectfully and said solemnly: "Thank you for your generous gift, but compared to these, I would rather follow you.

Even if I were to transform into a magical herb in Kunlun Mountain, I would be willing to do so."

Hearing this, Yang Ling's expression suddenly became strange.

It sounds like this is saying: Let me follow you, I don’t want to work hard anymore!

By the way, this Baichuan seems to claim to be from Qingqiu... My goodness, could this guy be a nine-tailed fox? !
He even dares to flirt with the Queen Mother of the West. This fox is really not afraid of death!
But then he thought about it.

At such a grand event, he expressed himself in a rather subtle and obscure way. Even if the Queen Mother of the West was angry, she would probably not do anything to him.

In fact, it was indeed the case. Queen Mother Xi simply said, "West Kunlun welcomes all the immortals to come here to practice."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the immortals applauded and praised!

This fox is quite a talent!
The Queen Mother of the West was undoubtedly more capable. Not only did she easily resolve the possible embarrassment, she also advertised West Kunlun.

In fact, the reason why the Queen Mother of the West organized the grand event and offered so many good things as prizes to attract the immortals to visit West Kunlun was not to recruit talents, right?
Yang Ling felt that this model could be copied to Heaven.

Oh, right, the Peach Festival!
I will then persuade the Lord Haotian to hold a Peach Festival and invite all the immortals and gods from the three realms to come up to heaven to taste the peaches!

If you feed them peaches every day, are you still afraid that you won’t be able to attract fairies?
(End of this chapter)