Under deep water, there is no distinction between sun, moon, morning and dusk.
In the darkness, everything is dark and dim.
It is said that in ancient times, in the desolate Shark tribe, these monsters with bodies and fish tails would dive into the water when the sun first rose, carefully pick the fire seeds of the Golden Crow, and plant them at the bottom of the water.
Those small and fragile seeds, like lotus flowers, are the only bright things in the deep water.
But in Qingli Palace, there is no such thing.
They carved the bright and precious Xuanguang stone into the shape of the sun, and fixed the timing so that it would slowly brighten and then extinguish.
Countless gorgeous pearls and immortal palace candles shroud this deep underwater holy land in warm light.
After staying in Qingli Palace for nearly a month, Cui Yuanzhou always had the illusion that he had entered the Palace of Immortals by mistake.
The corners of the palace are decorated with jewels, the buildings are overlapping, the carved lanterns and painted sills are all lying high above the clouds, the glazed pavilions, and the shell and pearl palaces are all countless.
At this moment, in front of Bai Shu's residence, Cui Yuanzhou and Hui Yuan were bored and waiting in a delicate pavilion outside the house.
Three days have passed since Bai Zhu met Xie Shijiu.
Now, it's time to start choosing a son-in-law.
"Who are you kidding, Thief Bald?"
Cui Yuanzhou yawned and asked coldly.
"The poor monk is a disciple of Buddhism and doesn't usually gamble."
The fat black monk had an honest face and sincere eyes.
"fart!"
The little fat man twitched his lips and said disdainfully:
"I just saw you coming out of the casino a few days ago!"
"The remaining thirty-two people are all the best among men." Huiyuan spread his hands and said calmly:
"I would like to bet on Senior Brother Shen, but the Jinghai Temple family has a small business. If we lose everything, how will the young monk see anyone when he returns to the temple?"
"It's so chilling."
Cui Yuanzhou first sighed, and then became furious:
"You're really not a friend enough!"
Huiyuan rolled his eyes and moved his lips, but did not speak.
"Who did you take into custody?" Cui Yuanzhou asked curiously.
"Chen Jizi." Huiyuan answered honestly.
"Who did you take into custody again?" the fat black monk asked.
"Heng'an." The little fat man replied equally honestly.
The two looked at each other and didn't speak for a long time, and the atmosphere suddenly became silent.
"Then do you have the right attitude to criticize me?!"
Huiyuan glared at Cui Yuanzhou for a long time, then suddenly became furious:
"You yourself didn't protect Senior Brother Shen, why are you talking about me?"
"I'm just sighing."
Cui Yuanzhou laughed: "You are overthinking, I don't mean that."
The two stared at each other for a while, snorted coldly, and turned their heads away from each other.
Chen Jizi, he was born into a great Chu family, the Chen family in Luojiang, one of the twelve wealthy families. At the age of twenty-one, he was already at the top of his Yang Fu family.
When he was born, he was given a destiny by the Holy Master of Jiejing Mountain, and he was extremely precious.
Even the Holy Master of Nanhua Palace, an invincible immortal, wanted to recruit a disciple, but was declined by the Luojiang Chen family.
Origin, understanding, supernatural powers, and qualifications were all things that others would fight for for a lifetime, but he could only get them at his fingertips.
Huiyuan heard that Chen Jizi's Tao seed was the highest-grade Tao seed in the Chen clan, Chixiaotian.
With the help of such external objects, his already powerful magical powers were even more powerful than others.
This time when he came to the Qingli Palace, Chen Jizi was received alone by Qingli Jun. This was the only honor among the many people who came to compete.
The legitimate son of an ancient family, his inheritance is difficult to fathom.
Among the thirty-two people, Chen Jizi also had the highest voice.
Cui Yuanzhou was optimistic about Heng'an, which was different from Chen Jizi of Da Chu. He was a native of Zheng Guosheng.
Heng'an was born in the Han tribe, and his father died when he was young. His biological mother remarried, and he lived on the streets at an early age, competing with beggars for food.
After waiting a little longer, he bravely joined the army due to his strong physique.
In just seven years, he distinguished himself in the frontier army.
Later, he was noticed by Kuci, the holy land of Dazheng. He traveled around the world from Kuci's generation and personally taught and accepted disciples.
Before entering the Kuci Temple to practice, Heng'an's most glorious deed was to conquer thirty-two cities in one night.
Attack the city and take out the stronghold, the momentum is like breaking bamboo.
Among the border armies of Zheng and Chu, Heng'an also had the reputation of Flying General.
With just a little practice, relying on superficial mental skills and magical powers, he was able to drag down the Yang Talisman to death time and time again.
In Heng'an's record, he even killed a sword cultivator by unknown means.
Its majesty is evident.
And after he worshiped in the Ku Temple and entered the Holy Land following this generation of people, the world never saw Heng An take action again.
Just like a frost blade, the more it is hidden in the scabbard, the more its sharp edge will shine through.
Heng'an is also the oldest among the thirty-two people.
Only half a year away, he will be thirty.
He and Chen Jizi were like two extremes, one was born in the clouds, and the other was just struggling in the mire.
But without exception, in this selection of a son-in-law, Heng'an and Chen Jizi were the two most vocal.
Storms and clouds gather, dragons and snakes rise together.
Countless people's eyes were focused on Qingli Palace.
These young people who are currently just Yang Fu of the Three Realms will in the future become either the masters of a holy land, the supreme beings of a large country, or the elders of a wealthy family.
Within three hundred years, the rise and fall of the world will only be in their hands.
I don't know how much time passed, but when Huiyuan was already a little anxious, the closed palace door was suddenly opened from the inside.
Wearing a lotus crown on his head and a gorgeous feather coat, the handsome Taoist smiled warmly and could not hide his joy.
The light in his eyes flashed away, and his energy became much calmer.
"Brother, you have figured it out."
Cui Yuanzhou stepped forward first and complained:
"Let's go, or you'll be late!"
"Let's go."
Bai Shu patted his shoulder and said with a smile:
"How can we miss the time?"
A five-color rainbow light erupted from his side, swept up Cui Yuanzhou and Hui Yuan, and flew away into the void.
"The taste of blood..."
The fat black monk's heart trembled. At that moment, he seemed to smell the rancid smell of blood.
He turned his eyes in confusion, and the handsome Taoist beside him looked calm and indifferent.
After a while, what came into view was a magnificent golden battle platform.
It stands in the void, and not far away is the Dharma platform for observing the ceremony.
It's hard to fathom its breadth. It seems as if its entire body is made of bright gold, dazzling in brilliance and solid and indestructible.
Above the golden battle platform, a young man holding a magic sword and with signs of water flowing on his head showed a solemn expression on his face.
"He is actually the one hosting it?"
Huiyuan opened her eyes wide and exclaimed in admiration:
"Zimei-kun's style, I didn't expect to see you again."
"Style?"
Cui Yuanzhou rolled his eyes:
"You don't like men, do you?"
Ignoring the bickering between the two, Bai Shu smiled, put them down, and headed straight for the golden battle platform.
Thirty-two people competed, and on the golden battle stage, a bright light curtain appeared again, dividing the battlefield in sixteen directions.
As soon as Bai Shu fell to escape the light, a heavy pressure emerged from the battle platform and fell on his shoulders.
This was the creation of King Li in the Middle Ages. It was specially used for fighting and fighting. If the realm was a little weak, it would not be easy to even stay still on the battlefield.
A faint halo of light appeared on his body, quietly resolving the heavy pressure on the battlefield.
Not long after, while he was waiting with bated breath, a young man with a face like a crown of jade and no trace of blood on his lips walked up to him.
"Is it you?" Bai Zhu frowned.
"It's me." The young man smiled slightly, "Brother Yin from the Divine Crow Palace, do you know me?"
Bai Shu nodded silently to Yin.
I know, I know you were almost beaten to death by Xiaomanzi.
"There are so many characters, it's really an extraordinary meeting."
He looked around, covered his lips, coughed twice, and suddenly shouted.
"Wait, before that."
Under the spotlight, the young man raised his hand with a warm smile:
"I have something to say, please listen carefully."
