Suddenly there was a slight movement between heaven and earth, and there was a wisp of golden Confucian and Taoist words in the air. Ding Muchen and Taoist Saint Lieyun knew who was coming. They turned around together and said respectfully: "It turns out that the person sent by Confucianism is Fu Sheng."
Sir~~~"
In the wind, at the end where the pale golden Confucian and Taoist texts disappeared, an old gentleman full of literary talent came out of the air. He was dressed in a gray gown, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist. He had kind eyes and a nod to the young Taoist priest as a greeting.
After that, he looked at the guest in green shirt and said, "Have you heard about Xiao Zhao? The changes in the upper realm have triggered the flow of Qi in the lower realm. The stone he carries with him is a treasure, but this
I should open it again at the right opportunity in the future, but I didn't expect that the time to open it would be so far ahead of schedule, and instead drag Xiao Zhao into the world of flowers, which completely broke my original plan."
The green-shirted guest nodded: "Baihua Tianxia is a broken world with broken destiny. It was originally an abandoned child in the war between the immortals, but it can be regarded as a blessing. It's just that my junior brother's current cultivation level is still too shallow.
If you are not careful, you may suffer a loss in Baihua Tianxia. Humph, even though Baihua Tianxia was an abandoned child back then, there were also many people who had failed in the organization. If the junior brother falls into Baihua Tianxia, there should still be someone who can go down to the world to protect him.
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The young Taoist priest leaned on a white jade pillar behind him with his arms folded, and said with a smile: "Sir, what do Wenlin say? The movement in Tianwaitian has been unusual in recent times. Those demons and inner demons from outside the territory are running rampant.
There is a strong momentum to overthrow the upper world. Military strategists, Taoists, Eternal Secret Realm, and Immortality Realm all have fourteen realms that have gone to heaven. What does Confucianism say?"
"What else can I say?"
The old gentleman pursed his lips and said: "We are scholars who dare to be the first in the world. Even if the Holy Master does not take action this time, the Second Saint will definitely take action."
"Um."
The green-shirted guest nodded: "The undercurrents in the sky are not something that happened overnight. Don't worry. As for my junior brother, who is going to protect the way? If the old gentleman doesn't go, it can only be me or Yue.
Senior Sister Chi has gone."
"It's better for me, old man, to take a trip."
The old man patted the wine gourd on his waist and said with a smile: "The wine Xiao Zhao sent last time has almost been finished. It's time to go and drink some more. Besides, my old man is good at teaching literacy. I really want to go to Tianwaitian to talk to those people."
An undefeated inner demon who fights with you is definitely not as good as your military saint."
"In that case, I'm here to help you, Mr. Lao."
The man in green shirt smiled and nodded.
The old gentleman did not leave. He took out three white jade wine glasses from the bag slung over his body and placed them on the railing. He filled them one by one with the peach blossom wine in the wine gourd and said with a smile: "Here, let's have a taste?"
"oh?!"
Qingshan Ke's eyes suddenly lit up. The last time he went to the lower world, Lin Zhao didn't have such a good wine reception. They only served the Shao Daozi and other water and wine in small towns. The spiciness was enough, but the taste was mellow.
Not satisfied, he rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Is this the peach blossom wine brewed by my junior brother's charming friend, the peach blossom demon Han Yurou?"
"Um."
The old gentleman nodded and chuckled: "Since your third senior brother is not in the lower world, he must not be able to drink. Fortunately, I still have some blessings in my gourd, so it will be easier for you."
"Okay, okay."
The guest in green shirt picked up a wine glass, drank it with a "Zi'er" sound, savored it carefully, and said with a smile: "Good wine, good wine, it does have a mellow taste, good wine!"
As he spoke, he looked at the glass of wine in front of the young Taoist priest.
"Okay, okay..."
The young Taoist priest looked helpless: "My cup belongs to you. After all, you are not my junior brother. I am not qualified to taste Lin Baiyi's fine wine."
"sensible!"
The man in green shirt gave him a thumbs up, picked up the glass of wine that originally belonged to the Taoist Saint and drank it all in one gulp. He said with a smile: "Good wine, good wine. If you drink as much as you can, I can drink it all in one go."
Cylinder!"
The young Taoist priest was too lazy to pay attention to him, and looked to the sky to himself, calculating the situation in the sky with his fingers.
"correct."
The old gentleman coughed and said: "Xiao Zhao has awakened to the third Yunjian Lake. As a senior brother, shouldn't you give me a gift or something to congratulate my junior brother on reaching the thirteenth realm soon?"
"Well, I've already prepared it."
The guest in green shirt quietly took away the glass of wine from the old gentleman, put it between his nose and smelled it, and said with a smile: "Yan Beichen of the 14th realm killed Man Yuan, the demon king of the 13th realm in the Nishang Tianxia Formation, and shattered his own robe.
The sword, the fiery demon pill that refined Man Yuan with the sword tip, the foundation of this sword tip...do you think it is comparable to the tip of Mr. Qin's Khan Ox Sword?"
"oh?"
The old gentleman was immediately overjoyed. He couldn't hide his smile and said: "It's okay, it's okay. Although the tip of this sword is definitely not as good as my Suihan's Khan Ox Sword in terms of Confucianism, Taoism and propriety.
But in terms of killing power, it is definitely a little bit better than the Khan Ox Sword. It’s not bad, it deserves to be my Xiao Zhao’s third flying sword!”
The man in green shirt drank it all in one gulp and hooked his hands: "Old sir, he is about to go to the lower world anyway. You might as well hand over all the wine in this wine gourd. The tip of the sword is still in Yan Beichen's hand. Yan Beichen is currently killing people in the sea of heavens.
Demon, this place is hundreds of thousands of miles away from the Sea of All Heavens, and I, Ding Muchen, can’t go without a sip of wine along the way."
The old gentleman was not stingy. He took off the wine gourd and threw it over. He smiled and said, "You can drink it, but there won't be much left anyway!"
The man in green shirt shook his head, and sure enough he didn't have much left, but he still tied the wine gourd around his waist, and immediately faced the old man, the Taoist sage clasped his fists, and then his body rose from the ground and turned into a sword light and rushed towards him.
In the direction of the sea of the heavens, the speed is extremely fast, and the sky is filled with the sound of thunder. This extraordinary scene of man and sword uniting, I am afraid there will never be another one in the world!
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Early morning, Cuiwei Mountain.
Lin Zhao had been selling talismans at high prices all night, but no one was interested, but he was not in a hurry. He didn't have a goal anyway, so he was not waiting anywhere. At this moment, his stomach growled, so he put away the talisman stall and turned around.
He walked to a wonton shop, sat down, and said with a smile: "Boss, let's have a big bowl of wontons. I want more wontons."
"okay!"
The boss is a lean man who is obviously shrewd.
Lin Zhao cast his gaze into the distance and saw a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old kneeling in the center of the mountain road ahead, kneeling on one knee with his hands clasped in fists. He seemed to have maintained this posture for a long time. His body was shaking from time to time.
It was obvious that he was almost exhausted, but he was still struggling to hold on. Lin Zhao couldn't help but frown.
"boss."
When the boss brought a bowl of wontons, Lin Zhao pointed at the young man and said, "What is he doing!?"
"Become a disciple."
There was a hint of sarcasm in the boss's eyes, and he said with a smile: "Every year and every month, there are so many ordinary people kneeling at the mountain gate to be apprentices like this. After all, the time in the world is limited, and a hundred years is only a short moment. Who doesn't want to seek immortality?
What? There are so many immortal sects on Cuiwei Mountain. The people on the mountain who come and go are often hundreds of years old. Especially those fairies are obviously over a hundred years old, but they are as beautiful as flowers and jade. Mortals
Who wouldn’t be envious?”
As he spoke, he shook his head, looked at the young man and sighed: "This child's name is Chen Changsheng, he lives at the foot of Cuiwei Mountain. His father died when he was very young, and his mother worked hard alone.
Not even two years ago, the child's mother was seriously ill. She hired many doctors but they couldn't take it seriously. All the family's savings were wiped out. The child had no choice but to kneel at the mountain gate every day.
Here he seeks immortality and apprenticeship, hoping that some immortal will take a fancy to him, accept him as his disciple, and give him a magical elixir to save his mother's life."
"That's it..."
Lin Zhao frowned and said, "Another basket of steamed buns."
"Hello, sir!"
Lin Zhao started to eat, finishing a bowl of wontons in a blink of an eye, and then ate a few steamed buns. Then he walked up to the young man with half of the basket filled with steamed buns, squatted aside, handed the steamed buns to him, and said, "Eat some?"
"..."
The young man Chen Changsheng looked at Lin Zhao, his eyes clearly eager for food, but he gritted his teeth and persisted, gently shaking his head and saying: "The immortal on the mountain has a sincere heart. If I eat something and then kneel here, my heart will not be good."
Sincerely, I'm afraid... there won't be any mountain gods willing to accept me as their disciple, thank you."
"..."
Lin Zhao was also quite speechless. Although he was a Yuanying sword cultivator. In Baihua World, the Yuanying realm was already at the extreme level. In the eyes of mortals, he could be regarded as the top "old god" on the mountain. But after all, he was just a sword cultivator.
, There is no problem in attacking, saving people... How does Lin Zhao know how to refine elixirs? Even if he accepted Chen Changsheng as his disciple, it would only be a waste of time.
He returned to the wonton shop with the buns in hand. After eating, he paid, clapped his hands, and set up a stall to sell talismans again.
In the morning, a sect disciple wearing red came to Lin Zhao's stall. He was a sword cultivator of the Four Realms. He didn't say much, spent some flying fish money to buy a rain praying talisman and went up the mountain.
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Cuiwei Mountain, peaks.
On top of a peak with the most aura in the center, palaces are built against the mountain, which are extremely magnificent. And near the peak, there are spiritual cranes lingering in the auspicious clouds, creating a fairyland atmosphere.
The Feiyun Sect and Cuiwei Mountain are known as the "Ten Sects", and the Feiyun Sect is recognized as the top of the ten sects due to its super strength. The other ten sects basically follow the Feiyun Sect's lead.
A red-clothed disciple flew into the Patriarch Hall and handed the rain-praying talisman into the hands of an old man with a strong aura. He said respectfully: "Old Ancestor, this is the rain-praying talisman I bought from the sword cultivator."
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"oh?"
The ancestor gently held the talisman and explored the energy mystery contained in the talisman. For a moment, he felt as if he was struck by lightning. He stepped back several steps and said with a stern look: "What a powerful military strategist...
…That sword cultivator is really just a lower fifth realm sword cultivator?”
"Looking at the aura, he should be a sword cultivator in the fifth realm, or at most the sixth realm. It can't be higher."
"very good!"
The old man in red robe showed a smile and said: "If this talisman was drawn by him, then he has the aura of a natural military saint. Otherwise, it would be impossible to write such a majestic military talisman. And if our Feiyun Sect will paint him
Put it in the bag and use it for your own use. Hmm, not to mention Cuiwei Mountain, even all the mountains in the world will obey the orders of our Feiyun Sect in the future! Go, follow me to see this person."
This chapter has been completed!