Chapter 40: Being Kicked Into the Ancient Ruins by Jian Chen

"Brother, have you ever fought Wen Bingbing? Where is she in seclusion? I need to find her for the blood mist issue." Long Yu looked at Jian Chen expectantly. Jian Chen shook his head, "This is your tribulation, if you get through it, you can sing all the way. If you can't, your road will be very difficult to walk."

Long Yu looked at Jian Chen who had a serious face, "My calamity will be Wen Bingbing. Is there any way to break it, or to avoid it?" "No one has a difficult calamity, and your calamity will not come so soon. Just go down the mountain and let nature take its course." Jian Chen turned around and looked at Long Yu.

"I understand, Senior Brother. How should I go down the mountain to practice?" Long Yu looked at Jian Chen. He didn't know where to go down the mountain. "You learn the Sky Eye first, and I'll take you down the mountain for a walk." Jian Chen walked to the side of the zither and played it himself.

Long Yu didn't understand why Jian Chen asked him to learn the Heaven Eye first. He had previously accused him of learning too many things, but now he wanted him to learn the Heaven Eye. Long Yu really couldn't figure out what Jian Chen's intention was.

"Boy, although your comprehension is quite good, you still need to master some things about your strength. Learn to use the Sky Eye to see where the falsehood of other people's skills lies, and you can protect yourself. Otherwise, if you go down the mountain in your current state, you will not be able to survive until the time of your tribulation."

Long Yu understood what Jian Chen meant. Indeed, since he came down the mountain, he had very few opportunities to fight with others. He was just like a paper tiger. Long Yu made up his mind to learn the Sky Eye. He didn't ask to defeat others, but to protect himself first.

Long Yu took out Xiao An's Sky Eye Technique, read it for no less than ten times, and roughly sorted it out. He sat cross-legged on the ground and guided the purple flame into the body. With the foundation of the naked eye, Long Yu could quickly understand the sequence.

Long Yu looked at his own Dao body, the ice sculpture with some purple flames. Long Yu opened his eyes and looked at Jian Chen, using a slow speed, and quickly saw the flaws in Jian Chen's fingering. Long Yu did not point out what it was, but just listened quietly to Jian Chen playing.

Long Yu felt his eyelids were very sleepy, and he felt a strong sense of sleepiness. When Long Yu opened his eyes, he saw that he was holding a bow in his hand, aiming at the wild geese flying by. Long Yu pulled the bow to its full length and shot the arrow. Since the wild goose dodged it, Long Yu was stunned for a moment. Looking at the surrounding environment, it was the mountain where he lived.

Long Yu looked back at the old man lying on the chair, looking relaxed and enjoying himself. Long Yu felt something was wrong. He was obviously driven down the mountain, so why was he still here? Long Yu checked his consciousness and found that his ice sculpture body was blindfolded.

Long Yu knew that he was under an illusion, so he sat cross-legged on the ground and guided his consciousness to transform into his eyes. It didn't seem to work, and even if he increased the purple flame, it was still the same. Long Yu's Sky Eye's behavior, looking at the cloth on his ice sculpture, silently recited the method of the Sky Eye Technique in his heart.

Lead the power of spiritual consciousness to become the eyes of the Tao body, and see through all falsehoods. Long Yu thought for a while, Jian Chen said that this was a competition of Tao. Long Yu combined the words of the two, used the Tao body to absorb the purple flame, and two flames appeared in his eyes.

Long Yu opened his eyes and saw Jian Chen was also looking at him. Jian Chen grabbed Long Yu's shoulder with one hand and stepped on a sword. "Boy, you have learned the Sky Eye well. You can see some of the opponent's falsehoods. After you go down the mountain, you should watch more and find the enemy's weak points before attacking. All the moves have flaws."

Long Yu sat on Jian Chen's sword, looking at the mountains that kept passing by below, "Brother, wherever we go, it seems that there are deep mountains everywhere." Jian Chen walked to the edge of Long Yu's land, "Let's go to a fun place. Remember, the deeper the mountains, the more powerful the sects. I told you about the division of the next sect."

Jian Chen took out a yellowed cloth from the ring. "There are ten major sects in the human race that are level one. They will practice three cultivations before transcending the tribulation and ascending. Many of their disciples are placed in a certain area to become Tianjiao. They are mainly established by disciples of sects that survived the last battle. Level two sects rarely have three cultivations, but most of them have two cultivations. They are mainly sects left behind by Tianjiao from some level one sects who ascended. Level three sects practice mixed cultivation, which is to cultivate the body and the Tao body together. Many dark horses are born from them."

"Level 4 sects are those with powerful solo cultivation, with at least ten people who have transcended the tribulation in the early stages. Level 5 sects are more chaotic, with some strong and some weak. Some sects have one or two masters, and some are even founded by geniuses who are still growing."

Long Yu looked at Jian Chen with curiosity, "Which category does our Divine Sword Pavilion belong to?" Jian Chen touched Jian Chen's hair, "We are a hidden sect. The four hidden sects are the Divine Sword Pavilion, Xuanmen, Baiyaotang, and the Yin Yang Family of Dayan Country. There are many other hidden families and sects."

Long Yu looked at the diagram Jian Chen drew on the yellow cloth. The first level was a big circle, followed by the second level, and so on. "Brother, why do we want to hide from the world?" Jian Chen glanced at Long Yu. "Haha, we hide from the world to preserve more strength. In addition, our Divine Sword Pavilion has a lot of resources, so we only go down the mountain to find a disciple once a hundred years, unlike those sects that recruit once a year."

Jian Chen took out the wine flask and took a sip. "When you have time, you must go to Dayan Country and look for those who traveled from Earth and have the Art of War in their hands." Long Yu looked at Jian Chen in confusion, "What is a traveler?"

Jian Chen drew a cross on the yellow paper. "There are people coming from other planes in this space. They are great emperors who control other points in time and come to our side. They are called travelers. There are also some people who were originally dead. They rely on some kind of mental method to be reborn. These people are called reborn. People like us are called travelers. We come here from other star fields."

Long Yu looked at Jian Chen and saw that there was still one square left to be drawn. "The last type of people are the local residents here." Jian Chen shook his head. "The beasts here are local. There is also a time traveler who calls them bugs. They fly in the sky. They will awaken, and their combat power will double or multiply."

"Is there any difference between them?" Long Yu was confused as Jian Chen's words became more and more mysterious. Jian Chen patted Long Yu's shoulder and said, "The geniuses you found on the road are usually those who found treasures. Those who have never been defeated are time travelers. Those who are not very powerful but have rich experience are reborn. I can see that you are not in between the two. Practice hard and don't rush. Your advantage is that you are not limited by your life span."

Long Yu touched his right hand, looking down on Jian Chen. "What the hell is a life limit? It means I can't die." Jian Chen stood up and looked at Long Yu. "Although you are not a cultivator, you still have more than 90,000 years of life. Isn't it enough for you to practice Taoism and ascend to heaven? Compared to the average person who only has a lifespan of a hundred years."

Long Yu looked at his body. No wonder he rarely aged. It turned out that he could live so long. "Why do I have such a long life?" Jian Chen found Long Yu's expression very funny. "Haha, you grew up in the void of the universe, so you naturally have the same lifespan as a star."

Jian Chen looked at the desert area in the distance and said, "Have a nice journey, kid. I hope you can return to the Divine Sword Pavilion alive." Long Yu saw that Jian Chen's smile was not right and felt that something bad was going to happen.

It was fast, but not slow either. Long Yu's body was kicked into the lower sword by Jian Chen. The strong airflow reached his ears and he could hear a sound that sounded like Long Yu scolding Jian Chen.

Long Yu was about to take out a sword to fly, but was unexpectedly sucked in by a mysterious force. Long Yu fell to the ground in a palace like a dog eating shit. A group of people in front looked at Long Yu. "Haha, which sect is this? You still want to enter the ancient ruins in this way."

Long Yuyi stood up with blood all over his face, looking at the group of people in front of him who were laughing at him. Long Yu wanted to kill Jian Chen, and he looked at these people as if he was waiting for something to appear.

A middle-aged man in white clothes threw a piece of paulownia board in front of Long Yudi and looked at him jokingly, "Little beggar, this is a reward from the master, go back to where you came from." Long Yu suppressed his anger and bowed to the man in white clothes. "Senior, do you know where the way out is? I'll leave now."

The man in white looked at the people behind him with a smile on his face, "Look, beggars nowadays are so elegant and polite, haha."

“Haha, I don’t know where this kid came from. Since he dares to venture into the ancient ruins alone, does he really think he is a genius?”

A woman appeared from the air, "Shut up, it seems that the Fanyun Sect is coming, hasn't Junior Brother Aotian arrived yet?" The woman passed by the edge of Long Yu's land and looked at Long Yu with contempt, as if she was superior.

Long Yu glanced at the woman, who was wearing a tight green dress and a half-face mask on her head. The woman didn't even look at Long Yu, "If you look at me again, I'll kill you." Long Yu shook his head helplessly.

Long Yu shook his head not at the woman, but at Jian Chen, cursing in his heart, "What the hell? I agreed to go down the mountain for experience, but you kicked me directly into some ancient ruins. Do you want me to die here, or do you want me to fight so many people alone?" Long Yu was helpless about Jian Chen kicking him into the ancient ruins. No wonder Jian Chen said the word hope.

Long Yu picked up a copper coin on the ground and took a look at it. There was nothing special about it. Long Yu took a look and had a bold idea. It would be good to fish in troubled waters and gain some experience. After all, I have come here and I don’t know how to get out.

Long Yu walked to a place where there were fewer people and looked at these people. They were all sitting together, as if they were a group of people from a certain sect. No one in the group was talking to anyone else, and they seemed to be waiting for something.

From the sky, a young man fell, with starry eyes, a stern and handsome body, a pair of leather on his feet, carrying something wrapped in cloth on his back, glanced at Long Yu, and walked directly into the crowd. Long Yu looked at the person who came, as if he had a very unique temperament.

"Aotian is my junior brother, so we have to wait for him." The woman who came before looked at the newcomer indifferently. "Senior Sister Lanfeng, you will have to wait for a long time." From their conversation, Long Yu knew that the masked woman was called Lanfeng, and the leather boy was called Aotian, and they were from Yunhai Sect.