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Chapter 4119 Gandharva and the Fourth Confucian Patriarch

Qingshan Inn has a wooden structure and a spacious lobby with eight sets of tables and chairs.

The ceiling is about ten meters high, and the beam on the roof is a keel.

The sky is dark.

The yellow-brown wooden pillars are inlaid with exquisite horn lamps.

Zhang Ruochen observed the inn and looked towards the second floor. There should be real guest rooms. From right to left, there were eight doors. There were flower stands outside the doors, with wooden signs with human and ghost characters and numbers on them.

"Sit wherever you want, you're welcome."

The Gandharva stood in the center of the lobby, stopped, looked Zhang Ruochen up and down, and asked with a smile: "Would you like some soup?"

"No need for now."

Zhang Ruochen looked at the first table on the right side of the lobby, his eyes slightly condensed.

Only seen.

Hanging on the table is a foot-long pekoe pen with ink on the tip.

Only the tip of the pen is in contact with the table, as if someone is holding it, making it vertical and suspended.

It is the paintbrush of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch, and the breath will not be false.

Zhang Ruochen quickly moved his eyes away and met the Gandharva's eyes. He was even more fearful and said, "I heard that there is a group of eight followers called Gandharas. I wonder if this old man was born into this group?"

"It doesn't count!"

The Gandharva shook his head.

But he quickly added: "But the entire Gandharu tribe respects me as the leader. Sit down, why are you so reserved? For a person like you, are you afraid that the old lady will eat you?"

Zhang Ruochen laughed heartily but awkwardly, sat down at the second table on the right, always holding the head banner in his hand, and said: "The eight tribes are really masters of following the crowd. Do you know who Pindao is?"

"Does it matter who you are?" Gandharva asked.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "Then what's important? I think it must be something important, so you invited me in. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have followed Yuan Qiu's footsteps and been thrown into a stone mill and crushed. Flower fertilizer and nutrients from Love Mountain.”

"I was wrong, please spare me...ah..."

Yuan Qiu's screams and pleas came from outside, which was extremely heartbreaking.

Ordinary pain will never make a great being so unbearable.

This is destroying all spirit and soul!

The stone mill outside the inn can kill gods.

Tan Tuo Ksitigarbha walked in from outside, he couldn't bear it, with anger in his eyes, and said: "What did he do wrong? Why did you treat him like this?"

The Gandharva finally moved his eyes away from Zhang Ruochen and looked at Tanda Ksitigarbha. His originally friendly and kind smile turned a little ferocious and strange, saying: "A traitor deserves to die no matter what. With his blood." , watering the flower seedlings in my love mountain is his greatest merit. Do you know which two kinds of people the old lady hates the most?"

"Traitor?" Tan Tuo Ksitigarbha said.

The Gandharva said: "Traitors deserve to die, but they are not the most annoying. The most annoying are, first, the monks from the wasteland, and the second, the men of the Meng family."

"Wow!"

Not a single movement was seen from the Gandharva, any air or rules were released, but Danta Ksitigarbha flew out upside down and hit the stone mill outside the inn heavily.

Countless blood-red inscriptions appeared on the stone mill, which neutralized the force of the impact.

Tanta Ksitigarbha was slumped on the ground, with more than half of the Buddha's bones in his body broken. It was like an invisible sacred mountain pressing on his chest, making it impossible for him to stand up.

Even breathing and speaking were extremely difficult.

"When he is gone, it will be your turn." Gandharva said.

Zhang Ruochen remained calm, but his heart was already filled with turmoil.

With just one look, a being at the peak of immortality was beaten to the point of losing his fighting power.

Even if Tanda Ksitigarbha's consciousness and Buddha soul were incomplete, and his combat power had seriously declined, it shouldn't have been so bad.

Meng Huang'e stood at the door of the inn, hesitated for a moment, then walked inside, bowed respectfully to the Gandharva, and did not dare to sit down.

The Gandharva turned a blind eye to her. When he looked at Zhang Ruochen again, he resumed his friendly and approachable look and said, "Are you interested in hearing a story?"

"If this story has nothing to do with me, I won't listen to it!" Zhang Ruochen said.

Gandharva said: "No one can refuse me."

"I want to try."

Zhang Ruochen touched the head on the head banner with his fingers, his eyes gradually became sharp, without any warmth or softness before.

When a strong but bad-tempered person treats you with an unusually friendly attitude, you should be wary!

Meng Huang'e, who had been observing Zhang Ruochen, her eyes lit up as if she had discovered something new and strange.

This was the first time she had seen such sharp eyes and temperament.

Among the monks Meng Huang'e has met, there may be some who are higher in cultivation than him, but their temperament is as deep and gloomy as a bottomless pool. There may be some who are tougher and more ferocious than him, but they show their teeth and claws, and are incompetent.

A peerless sword must not only be sharp enough, but also need a thick and unbreakable blade. Both are indispensable.

"Are we finally going to show our true strength?" Meng Huang'e was looking forward to it, but not afraid.

Because, this is Qingshan Inn!

No matter how sharp the sword is, it must be sheathed.

After a short silence, the Gandharva laughed: "I have kept this story in my heart for many years, and I really want to tell it."

"Why did you choose me to be the audience?" Zhang Ruochen said in a low voice.

Gandharva said: "Because there is no cause and effect on you, I can't see your past, nor can I see your future."

"What does this mean?"

"Either you are the ancestor! Or, you will become the ancestor in the future. The cause and effect was cut off by yourself!"

"I didn't even know that I was so great. Since I am so great, why should I have to humiliate myself and listen to the old stories of a lonely old man?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Meng Huang'e was shocked, who would have thought that Zhang Ruochen would dare to offend the Gandharva like this?

Do you really think the old man in front of you has a good temper?

If you anger the Gandharva, the consequences will definitely be worse than Yuan Qiu.

"Wow!"

In an instant, Zhang Ruochen jumped up from his seat, his body upright, his whole body shrouded in the energy of life and death, and the human head tower raised above his head.

"Boom!"

The head tower suddenly fell down and hit the first table on the right side of the lobby.

It is the one with the fourth Confucian Patriarch's brush suspended in the air.

The head building is still five feet high from the table, but is blocked by an invisible wall.

The wall erupted with a blazing divine light.

Just like hitting the divine wall of heaven and earth, no matter how much force Zhang Ruochen used, the shock came back. His arms were numb with pain, and he flew backwards.

He was doing his best just now.

It's like giving yourself a punch.

While flying upside down, Zhang Ruochen saw clearly the real scene in the inn lobby.

There is a circle of light around the table.

It was this fiery light shield that blocked Zhang Ruochen's full blow and knocked him away.

inside the mask.

The true forms of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch and the Gandharva are sitting opposite each other.

The Fourth Confucian Patriarch is sitting with his back to the gate, holding a paintbrush, motionless. His Confucian shirt looks like it is made of iron, and his hair looks like steel needles.

The real form of Gandharva opposite him made strange mudras with his hands.

Place your palms outward on your chest.

A circular time stamp floats in front of the palm.

Zhang Ruochen has transcendent achievements in the way of time, so he can recognize it at a glance as an "absolute self-time master seal".

The scene in front of him is enough to shock any immortal, deity-level, half-ancestor in the world.

It stands to reason that only those who have mastered more than 50% of the mysteries of time and have reached the realm of half-ancestor can have the opportunity to display the "Absolute Self-Time Master Seal".

This is one of the ultimate time magical powers!

However, Gandharva did not master more than 50% of the mysteries of time. Instead, he used his mental power and his own perception of time to condense such a time mark.

This is more terrifying than the half-ancestor who masters 50% of the secrets of time.

Of course, the Gandharva's absolute self-time mastery seal only covers an area of ​​one foot, and just covers the first table on the right side of the lobby.

It is far from reaching the point of controlling the time of heaven and earth.

With this move, he used the power of time to immobilize the Fourth Confucian Patriarch.

The Fourth Confucian Ancestor is an existence that can trap the ancient god Panyuan who has reached the semi-ancestral state with a painting. He is now unable to move under the pressure of the time mark, which can definitely be called the second shock.

Of course, if the Gandharva wants to maintain his mark, he cannot do anything else.

She relied on her unfathomable mental power to cover up the true scene in the lobby, so that no one could see the true form of her duel with the Fourth Confucian Patriarch.

Fortunately, the Fourth Confucian Patriarch was powerful enough to project the brush, otherwise Zhang Ruochen would not be able to see through the clues.

The existence of high-level fighting skills is like opening up a new dimension. Even if the low-level monks are right next to them, they cannot detect any fluctuations.

Zhang Ruochen noticed it and saw through it, so he didn't want to listen to the story told by the Gandharva's clone, thinking that she was stalling for time.

After decisively taking action, he used the human head to reveal the true scene in the inn lobby.

Inside the mask, in addition to the Gandharvas and the Fourth Confucian Patriarch sitting opposite each other, there is also Soul Mother sitting on the right side of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch, and Prajna sitting on the left side of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch.

Prajna is affected by the power of time, like an exquisite and beautiful sculpture.

The Soul Mother, who was wearing a purple gauze bamboo hat, pointed towards the Fourth Confucian Patriarch. Although the finger moved very slowly, too slow to be noticed, it was constantly approaching the forehead of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch.

The Absolute Self-Time Mastery Seal mainly targets the Fourth Confucian Patriarch, and she is relatively less affected.

Without external intervention, the Fourth Confucian Patriarch would definitely die here today.

He was also fighting for his life, projecting a painting brush to attract Zhang Ruochen's attention. He was also going all out to release his power, forcing the Gandharva to suppress him for a longer period of time.

Stronger time power means that the speed of Soul Mother will be slower.

The Fourth Confucian Patriarch was stalling for time, waiting for changes.

This time may be several days, or even dozens of days.

If a few days or dozens of days can determine the life or death of a top half-ancestor, it will be extremely fast!

Everything happened in a flash of lightning. Zhang Ruochen, who was knocked out, landed just a few steps away from the door and stood still.

The light mask covering the first table on the right flashed away, and all the images disappeared, including the previously suspended paintbrush.

In the lobby, there were only Zhang Ruochen, the Gandharva clone, and Meng Huang'e who quietly appeared at the door and blocked his retreat.

Zhang Ruochen locked his eyes on the Gandharva clone and said, "I am now interested in your story again!"

The Gandharva standing in the center of the lobby walked towards Zhang Ruochen step by step and said, "But the old woman is not interested in talking anymore! Your cultivation strength is far weaker than I expected, so you are not qualified to listen."

Zhang Ruochen said: "The Fourth Confucian Patriarch can project a paintbrush, which shows that your spiritual strength has not yet reached the point where you can suppress him stably. Now, if you separate a clone to deal with Pindao, it will be even more unstable. Yes! Why bother?"

Gandharva said: "Do you think I need to use a lot of strength?"

Zhang Ruochen said extremely seriously: "Even if Qingshan is your territory, you will never be able to keep Pindao with just one clone."

"What if you add me?" Meng Huang'e said with a smile.

She has always been so youthful, with a smile always on her face. In order to disguise it, she has worked extremely hard and has been suppressing herself.

Zhang Ruochen was not surprised at all, and said: "Miss Seventh is really charming when she smiles. It's hard for you to pretend to be gloomy during this period!"

"When did you notice it?" Meng Huang'e asked.

Zhang Ruochen said: "The first time you entered the secret realm of Wangchuan!"

Meng Huang'e was still smiling, but her eyes were frozen!


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