The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 491

"There is an indescribable tranquility here, which is completely different from the outside world." Xiaofeng looked around. There were towering ancient trees, clear springs flowing over rocks, and even time seemed to slow down here.

The man in green closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, as if sensing something, then opened his eyes and said softly, "The aura of this place is extraordinary, there must be a great master living in seclusion. We need to be respectful and not disturb the tranquility here."

The three of them walked lightly into the temple and saw an old monk meditating in the courtyard. He was surrounded by a faint Buddha light, which made him look extraordinary. Hearing the sound, the old monk slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were kind and deep, as if he could see through people's hearts.

"Amitabha, why have the three donors come from afar?" The old monk's voice was calm, but it carried a reassuring power.

Ren Xiaoyao stepped forward and saluted, saying respectfully: "Master, we are just martial artists who came to your place by mistake. Please forgive us if we have disturbed you. We have admired your cultivation for a long time. I wonder if we can have the honor to learn from you?"

The old monk smiled and said, "You are too polite, benefactor. Everything in the world is predestined. Since we meet, it is fate. However, I have something to say to you. The real martial arts lies not in the exquisiteness of the moves, but in the cultivation of the mind. I hope the three of you will do your best."

After saying this, the old monk stood up and slowly walked towards the depths of the bamboo forest behind the temple, leaving behind a meaningful sentence: "The bamboo shadows sweep across the steps without stirring the dust, the moon shines through the bottom of the pond without leaving a trace. Donors, feel it with your heart."

The three of them looked at each other, and they all had some feelings in their hearts. Then they separated and each found a corner. Following the old monk's guidance, they meditated quietly, trying to comprehend the truth that transcended the moves.

The sun rose and the moon set. After an unknown amount of time, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on Ren Xiaoyao's face, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with unprecedented brightness. He seemed to understand something, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I understand now. The true martial arts is not just a competition of strength, but also a purification of the soul and self-transcendence. Thank you for your enlightenment, Master."

Xiaofeng and Qingshanke woke up almost at the same time, and from their eyes, one could see similar understanding and relief.

"Isn't it time for us to leave and bring this understanding back to the world, letting it guide our path?" Xiao Feng suggested, with a bit more determination in his tone.

"Yes, it's time. But we will not forget the teachings here, it will become the most precious treasure in our hearts." The Green Shirt Man seconded, his eyes full of longing for the future.

The three of them walked out of the temple side by side again, each step more firmly, they knew that this departure was not the end, but another beginning. The road ahead was long, they were ready to meet all challenges and opportunities with a clearer heart.

"Master, we are leaving. Hope to meet again if possible." Ren Xiaoyao bowed deeply towards the temple, his heart full of gratitude.

"May all donors be successful in martial arts and have a mind as clear as a mirror." The old monk's voice came from afar, accompanied by the melodious sound of bells, echoing between the valleys and lingering for a long time.

Just like that, the three figures gradually disappeared at the end of the winding mountain road, leaving behind only the ancient road stained golden by the morning light, and a story about growth, enlightenment, and friendship, waiting for those who come after to listen. And the rivers and lakes are still there, magnificent, waiting for more heroes to write about.

"Let's go, brothers. The world is so big, there are still many beautiful sights waiting for us to see, and many truths waiting for us to understand." Ren Xiaoyao's words were filled with pride, and his pace was more leisurely than when he came.

Xiao Feng and Qing Shan Ke smiled at each other, their eyes burning with desire for an unknown journey. After this spiritual baptism, they are no longer the ignorant teenagers who first entered the world of martial arts, but have a clearer direction and a more tenacious mind.

"No matter how rough the road ahead is, I will have nothing to fear as long as you are by my side." Xiao Feng tightened the sword at his waist. The sword that had accompanied him through countless battles seemed to sense the change in its master's mood at this moment, emitting a faint cold light.

Qingshanke gently stroked the jade pendant hanging on his chest. It was a family heirloom and also the faith he held in his heart. "My family and my ideals are my responsibilities. After this trip, I will make Qingshan's name resound throughout the world, and I will protect everything I cherish."

The three of them left a series of solid footprints on the mountain road. Each step seemed to be a farewell to their past selves, and each step was a step of courage and determination for a new life. The mountain breeze blew on their faces, bringing a breath of freedom, and seemed to be seeing them off.

"By the way, where are we going next? Should we continue to look for hidden masters, or settle those grudges in the martial arts world?" Xiao Feng asked, with both expectation and worry in his eyes.

Ren Xiaoyao looked up into the distance, where the clouds and mist were shrouded, full of unknowns. "Why don't we first solve the 'Cuiwei Pavilion Secret Book Theft Case' that has been making a lot of noise in the martial arts world recently. If we can find the secret book, it will not only clear Cuiwei Pavilion's name, but also improve our reputation in the martial arts world."

The Green Shirted Guest nodded in agreement. "The secret book issue is indeed tricky. Rumor has it that it involves multiple sects, and the forces hidden behind them are complicated. But as the saying goes, heroes emerge in troubled times. This is the time for warriors like me to show our talents."

"That's settled then!" Xiao Feng clapped his hands, looking eager to try. "Solving the stolen secret book case can not only improve our abilities, but also rid the world of evil. Why not do it!"

So, the three of them adjusted their direction and headed towards the Cuiwei Pavilion. Their backs stretched out in the morning sun, looking lonely and proud. It was the back of a young warrior, full of infinite possibilities.

On the way, they met all kinds of people and many unexpected stories happened. Every confrontation and every cooperation silently tempered their character and martial arts. The world is like a book that can never be finished, and they are the most vivid words and ink between the pages.

"As long as we have Tao in our hearts and a sword in our hands, no matter where we go, it will be our world." Ren Xiaoyao said as he walked, his tone firm and confident.

"That's right," Xiao Feng said, "Besides, we still have each other. With this friendship, there is nothing we can't solve."

The Green Shirted Man smiled slightly, his smile showing infinite expectations for the future. "Let's go, brothers, let's go write our own legend together."

In this way, the figures of the three people gradually walked away on the road to Cuiwei Pavilion, and their stories will become a legend passed down by the people of the future. There is no shortage of legends in the world of martial arts, and they are using their own way to prove their existence and their endless pursuit of martial arts.

"Cuiwei Pavilion, here we come." Ren Xiaoyao's voice echoed in the valley, and even the wind seemed to be excited, leading them through the dense forest and straight to the mysterious place shrouded in clouds and mist.

Arriving at the foot of the mountain where Cuiwei Pavilion was located, we saw many martial artists gathered in front of the pavilion, talking about something, and the atmosphere was tense. The disciples guarding the pavilion were patrolling back and forth, looking solemn. It was obvious that the theft of the secret book had challenged the dignity of Cuiwei Pavilion.

"Everyone, we are just small fry. We have come here upon hearing the news to assist in investigating the theft of the secret book from Cuiwei Pavilion." Ren Xiaoyao stepped forward and bowed. His words were humble yet heroic.

An elderly elder who guards the pavilion looked at them and a hint of imperceptible approval flashed in his eyes: "Young man, you are thoughtful. This matter involves many people. It would be great if you could help. But remember, the world is dangerous, so be careful."

"Thank you for the reminder, Elder. We should act with caution." The man in green nodded in greeting, his eyes sharp, as if he had begun searching for clues among the crowd.

Xiao Feng looked around and noticed a panicked young man trying to avoid everyone's sight in a corner. "Hey, you over there, do you seem to have something to say?" he asked softly, approaching slowly.

The young man was startled to see that they were some warriors who looked like they were not easy to mess with. After hesitating for a moment, he finally whispered, "My fellow warriors, I... I overheard some conversations about secret manuals by chance. It seems... it seems that it was done by the people of the Black Lotus Sect."

"Black Lotus Sect?" Ren Xiaoyao frowned. This name represented darkness and evil in the martial arts world. If it was really them who did it, things would probably be much more complicated than he imagined.

"Can you lead us to find them?" the man in green shirt asked, his voice calm and firm.

The young man swallowed and nodded, then led them through several remote alleys and came to a hidden underground entrance.

As they went deeper and deeper, the air around them became more and more depressing, and an ominous premonition enveloped the three of them. Finally, in a secret room with dim candlelight, they saw several Black Lotus followers dressed in black and with grim faces, sitting around a map and discussing in low voices.

"Who is it?" The Black Lotus believer stood up alertly and reached out to draw his sword.

"We are here to take back things that don't belong to you." Before Ren Xiaoyao finished his words, his figure moved and appeared next to a cultist like a ghost. With a flash of sword, the knife in the man's hand broke into two pieces.

Xiaofeng and Qingshanke followed closely behind, and the three of them cooperated well and dealt with all the Black Lotus followers in the house in a flash. In a corner of the room, they found the Cuiwei Pavilion secret book that was kept in a safe place.

"This time, the trip was not in vain." Xiaofeng wiped the sweat from his forehead and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"We have to return the secret book to Cuiwei Pavilion as soon as possible to avoid any further trouble." The Green-Robed Guest carefully put away the secret book, his brows full of responsibility.

When they saw the light of day again, the three were surrounded by the martial artists waiting outside, and they were praised. The elder of Cuiwei Pavilion personally greeted them, expressing his gratitude. He announced on the spot that Cuiwei Pavilion would restore the friendly relationship with the three of them and promised to help them in the future.

"Brother Ren, Brother Qingshan, and my dear nephew Xiaofeng, Cuiwei Pavilion will remember your kindness today. From now on, the entire martial arts world will know about your heroic deeds."

"Elder, you're too polite. Maintaining justice in the martial arts world is the responsibility of warriors of our generation." Ren Xiaoyao smiled indifferently, his eyes flashing with longing for the future.

As the sun sets, the three of them walk side by side on their way home, with the reluctant eyes of the people in Cuiwei Pavilion behind them. Their story has left a strong mark in this world, but their journey is far from over.

"Brothers, how about we find a place to celebrate tonight? After all, life is not only about the ups and downs of life, but also about wine and laughter." Xiaofeng suggested, with a relaxed and happy look on his face.

"Haha, Xiaofeng is right. There is a long way to go and we still have a long way to go." Ren Xiaoyao laughed heartily and the man in green nodded in agreement.

Amidst all the laughter and joy, they continued on their journey, and the world of martial arts became more exciting because of them.

"However, before that, shouldn't we get rid of the tracking spells on these secret books first? To avoid any further trouble, and the Black Lotus Cult may make a comeback." The Green Shirted Man suddenly changed the subject, and reminded with a serious expression.

Ren Xiaoyao's eyes shone when he heard this, and he quickly took out a set of small jade tools from his arms and carefully checked the cover and edges of the secret book. "Good eyesight, Brother Qingshan. The Black Lotus Sect is really cunning, and actually tampered with the secret book. Fortunately, it was discovered in time."

Xiao Feng got closer to watch, and saw that Ren Xiaoyao was very skilled in gently picking up an almost imperceptible gap on the cover of the secret book and taking out a golden talisman as thin as a needle. "If you are not an expert, it is really hard to find this thing."

"I have some knowledge of hidden weapons, poisons, and spells in the martial arts world." Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly and put the tracking spell he took out into a special container to ensure that it would become ineffective. "This way, our whereabouts will be much safer."

After dealing with the tracking spell, the three of them felt more relaxed. Under the setting sun, they chose an inn far away from the hustle and bustle, and decided to rest there and enjoy this rare quiet time.