C112 Fenbergen (1/2)
After three days and three nights of travel, Yan Baoyun led his group back to the primordial Profound Capital at the break of dawn on the fourth day.
The moment they returned to the primal chaos, everyone felt a sense of light, freedom, and safety. Those disciples who were trapped in the ruins of the Divine Wind Altar were extremely grateful to Yin Bao Yun for bringing them back to the primal chaos.
At this moment, Uncle Fang's feet were incomparably heavy as he slowly moved, returning to the city that he had left for more than thirty years. All sorts of feelings welled up in his heart, and his feet did not listen to his commands. Back then, he had left his position as an elder on his own accord. At the same time, he had also left this city that he loved. For more than thirty years, he had never stopped thinking about the primal chaos. He kept recalling its appearance in his mind, afraid that he would suddenly forget the appearance of the primal chaos in his lifetime.
Uncle Fang followed the crowd and entered the inner court of the Ancient City of Taixuan. At this moment, his memories suddenly came back to life. He recalled the first time he entered Supreme Profound City when he was seven years old. At that time, he was still an unknown child, and the long staircase to the capital was rather difficult for him to climb. Halfway up, he began to climb. He raised his head and saw that under the bright sunlight, that person was like a giant standing in front of him, gently lifting him up, ”Child, you must remember, no matter what happens, do not crawl around in the primal chaos!”
Scenes of the past appeared in his mind. Uncle Fang reminisced as he walked, passing by the winding corridors and pavilions. Those special places and objects of the Supreme Mystery City appeared in his memories. Fang Huiyuan, Blue Firmament Hall, Extreme Abyss, Ming Xuan … These were all places he used to frequent in the past. He wondered if his appearance had changed now. It seemed like in the past thirty years, many new landscapes and pavilions had been added to Taixuan. In the past, the old pavilions had been rebuilt, renovated, and demolished to become a new landscape unprecedented in history. It seemed that in these past few decades, Yin Mo Chen had truly put in a great deal of effort and effort. He had poured a great deal of effort into helping the Supreme Mystery, which caused Uncle Fang to feel extremely ashamed.
Even though there were a thousand people here, including the disciples of the Supreme Mystery City rushed over to save the disaster, the disciples of the Supreme Splendor Altar and the Divine Wind Altar who were lucky enough to survive, and the people of the West Yong City were all courageous and battle-loving, but the Supreme Mystery City was able to accommodate them all at the same time. Due to the constant fighting and the long journey, everyone was physically and mentally exhausted. Their muscles and bones were broken, and they desperately needed a good rest. Amongst the current Adepts in Taixuan, there was no one who was as good at scheduling as Ning An. He divided the thousand disciples that had arrived into five groups, with each group having several people assigned to the East, West, South, North and Middle Academies. Amongst them, the Central District's conditions were the best. It gave priority to those disciples who were severely injured and needed to recuperate. The Southern Courtyard was the smallest and furthest from the Blue Cloud Hall. Afterwards, twenty disciples who were proficient in medical techniques were recruited from the ten thousand disciples of Supreme Profound Capital and assigned to five of the courtyards to specifically be in charge of diagnosing the injured disciples who had been placed within to prevent their injuries from worsening. After settling down, he called over the head teacher of the kitchen to instruct the thousand plus disciples to prepare special food and dishes so that they could recover from their injuries as soon as possible.
Uncle Fang stood in the distance, quietly watching as he arranged himself in an orderly manner. His eyes were filled with admiration and gratification. A thousand people swarmed into Taixuan, but Ning An was able to coordinate calmly and orderly. He arranged his clothes, food, and living arrangements in a neat and orderly manner. In time, he would definitely become the successor to the Taixuan Elders.
This was a quiet and clean place. He remembered that in the past, this was a junk room with all kinds of daily necessities that were piled up messily. But now, it was tidied up so neatly and neatly that it looked like a brand-new room even after a slight bit of repair, not the slightest bit inferior to the rooms of those luxurious inns in Jade Wall City.
”Master Fang,” Yu Duoduo said respectfully, ”This is a residence specially arranged for you. Would Master be satisfied with it?” Yu Duoduo was shocked when he heard that this person was the sixth generation elder of Taixuan, a man who had lived for more than a hundred years and was at the peak of cultivation. He admired him but was also extremely cowardly.
Very well, much better than it was then,” he said, laughing heartily, stepping into the room at random. ”What is your name? To be able to become a deacon in Taixuan at such a young age, you sure are a young hero!
”Master, my name is Yu Duanzhi. Master is too kind and my words are too dull. Amongst the few of us, our talent is the most mediocre and we are far inferior to Senior Brother Ning. It was just that I was a little lucky that I won all those years ago from the Absolute Abyss Annihilation Beast and won the title of five disciples. ”
Uncle Fang laughed out loud, thinking to himself, ”This Qing Qiu Mountain Yu is quite rare. Other than the Yu Family of Yi City, there is a very outstanding disciple of our sect called Yu Zhangxiu. I don't know if he is still alive.”
”Ah, Clan Head Yu is my father,” Yu Duancai said joyfully. He did not expect that Master Fang would still remember his father, ”My father is no longer in Tai Xuan City. He became an Altar Master long ago, it's been more than twenty years.” At this point, Yu Duancai felt a little ashamed. His father had been in the music hall with the Painting Hall for quite some time. It was truly shameful to see him in such a situation.
”Oh, so it was such a coincidence.” Fang Bozhen was a bit surprised, ”No wonder you're so talented, so you inherited Yu Zhangxiu's bloodline.”
While they were talking, a disciple brought over hot tea and clean clothes for Uncle Fang to enjoy.
Actually, Yun Jiu Tang, Gu Xue Luo, Shen Fei Yang, Yu Yin, Murong Dawn and the others also entered the primal chaos together.
These few days, the disciples were resting and resting. However, Yin Yang treasure scroll did not gather them to discuss the matter of reconstruction.
This day was noon, and the sun was already setting in the middle of spring. Yin Bao Scroll and Uncle Fang were sitting in a quiet pavilion.
The pavilion was simple and crude, with only a stone table and a few stone stools. On the stone table, there was a fire that had just risen. On the fire, there was an iron pot and within the pot, the sound of boiling water could be heard. Next to it was an ordinary ceramic pot and a few simple and shiny tea sets.
”The two of them sat down slowly. The pavilion was far away from the sunlight and appeared exceptionally cool.” Senior Brother, have you drank any tea in the past 30 years? ” Yin Bao asked. He opened the pot, took out a teaspoon, and took out two spoons of green tea from the pot.
”Sigh, it's been gone for a long time,” Uncle Fang was no longer as restrained as when he had first entered the capital, and he gradually familiarized himself with all the new and old appearances within the primal chaos.
Yin Bao rolled up two spoons of green tea and placed them in two old but shiny teacups. Then, he scooped out the boiling water and gently poured it into the teacups. The moment the tea leaves touched the water, their color changed from green to dark green and they slowly sank into the bottom of the cup. Yin Bao rolled up his tea cup, absorbed the tea foam floating above it, poured it into an old jar below the table, scooped out some boiling water and poured it into the cup again.
”Senior Brother, this is the Mao Feng wild tea that the disciples picked up on the back mountain before the rain, and then after a simple drying, drying, and lightly stir-frying process, it changed into its current state. ”Although the shape is not good, it tastes great. It's much better than those expensive Green Hill's Bamboo Leaf Green in Jade Wall City.” In Yin Bao Scroll's memories, Uncle Fang especially liked drinking tea. It seemed like only the tea leaves would be able to help him recover.
Fang Bozhen also slowly tasted the tea. As he took a sip, he tasted the sweet tea with his eyes closed. ”This really is a good tea that I made. The taste is refreshing and slightly bitter. It has a unique flavor.”
Yin Bao Scroll faintly smiled, ”It wasn't easy for me to receive Senior Brother's praise.” With that, he added another spoonful of water into the pot.
He shook his head and sighed, ”Sigh, these thirty years, aren't you just like this cup of tea? When you were first appointed as the seventh generation Supreme Profound Capital's elder, you were faced with all kinds of internal and external troubles, but after your unremitting efforts and management, you are now at the peak of success for the twelve pots of tea in one of the four cities of the Qing Qiu Mountains. ”It's just like this cup of tea. It's bitter at first, but the second cup already feels good …”
Hearing this, Yin Bao Scroll couldn't help but laugh out loud, ”Senior Brother, you can actually use such a metaphor,” Yin Bao rolled up his cup again and lightly poured boiling water into it, ”Sigh, Senior Brother only sees the bright side, but doesn't know that Taixuan is already shaking like a storm.” Yin Bao rolled his brows slightly, revealing a worried look on his face as he continued, ”Today, Qiankun Qi is still lying on the Divine Wind Cliff and may cause trouble again at any time. With so many contradictions, how can I be as free and easy as senior says? ”
Uncle Fang continued to taste the wild hair mountain. ”Junior Brother, these worries of yours are all unnecessary. Only the worries about the poor strange beast are still somewhat practical …” He seemed to have thought of something and did not continue.
”What happened to Qiong Qi? Say it quickly, Senior Brother, ”Yin Bao Scroll asked anxiously,” Could it be that you don't trust me?
Uncle Fang paused for a moment, then slowly said, ”Actually, that Qiong Qi was not born from the Qiong Qi in the Great Sea. It came from another place …”
”Where?” Yin Bao asked in surprise.
”Eastern Wasteland Penglai!”