The grace of saving one's life is far more than a jug of wine can equal. But this strong man only needs a jug of wine to save his life.
Some people may not understand it, but for Chu Cheng, it is understandable.
He also felt homesick, but it was not as deep as this person's. After all, it had not been ten years since he left the Seven Realms of the World.
"Qingzhou Shanshui Lang, in charge of rain, snow and frost...could this be a natural position for the rain department? Could it be that...this senior comes from the ancient immortal era?"
In the Ancient Immortal Era, the human world has not withered away. In that era, all the Immortals came together, and talented people emerged in endlessly. Even in the world, the shadow of Mo Chenxiu can still be seen.
"The Immortals are hundreds of millions of years old. So, this senior is Mo Chen Xiu hundreds of millions of years ago. Hundreds of millions of years are beyond the reach of mortals. But for the second-step strong ones,
, not too long, not too short." Chu Cheng murmured softly, then raised his head and said: "If it is hometown wine, let alone one jar, there are hundreds of jars!"
Chu Cheng waved his sleeves, and more than three hundred jars of wine rose and floated in the gentle flow, surrounding the middle-aged scribe.
The middle-aged scribe looked at the jar of wine in front of him and bent down to bow.
"Thank you, little friend."
These wines are Chu Cheng's savings in this life. After taking out these three hundred jars, there was not much left, only more than fifty jars were left.
After the salute, the middle-aged scribe reached out and picked up a jar of wine and opened the mouth of the jar.
The aroma of wine overflows and wraps around the tip of the nose.
Although this is not a fairy wine, perhaps the taste can only be regarded as average to those who have tasted many fine wines in the world. But for a middle-aged scribe.
There is no wine in the world that can be even half as good as this wine.
The middle-aged scribe raised his head, and the drink fell into his mouth.
He swallowed greedily, the strong wine in his throat, but it entered his heart and soul, lingering for a long time, and it never left.
The middle-aged scribe had a few traces of tears at the corners of his eyes. I don't know if he drank too much or something, but he burst into tears.
However, whether it was the tears of Si Yi or not, Chu Cheng never knew when he saw it.
The wet marks were slightly visible, but there was no trace of wetness. It seemed like it was just a momentary trance.
After ten breaths, the jar of wine was completely empty, not even a drop remained.
The middle-aged scribe lowered his head, with a huge smile on his face. He stretched out his hand, and the wine jars around him were taken back to the storage space together with the empty jar in his hand.
There is no wine in the jar, but there is still an aftertaste that lingers for a long time.
If these hundreds of jars of wine are empty in the future, the smell of wine in these jars will still make him smell the taste of his hometown again.
However, he would only drink the remaining wine one sip at a time and savor it carefully. He would never drink it all in one gulp so extravagantly.
"This is the water of Qingzhou, still so clear. This is also the fruit of Qingzhou. So it became strong wine. Unexpectedly, my little friend is also from Qingzhou." The middle-aged scribe smiled and stood in front of Chu.
Opposite Cheng.
At such a close distance, the feeling of emptiness becomes stronger and stronger.
"This junior is Qingzhou Renshi." Chu Cheng nodded and said.
The two of them not only came together with Mo Chen, but also came together with Qingzhou.
He is an old friend from a foreign land.
"The kindness you owe me has been repaid. Only one altar was enough, but you gave me two hundred and ninety-nine more altars." The middle-aged scribe paused, and then said: "I don't like to owe others anything."
Kindness. After this, from now on, I will take action for you two hundred and ninety-nine times. I will take action as many times as you give me more jars of wine."
"...."
When Chu Cheng heard this, he was startled. Then he laughed and said: "I believe that even if the junior does not give the senior a drink, you will still take action when I am in danger. These are all excuses deliberately made by the senior.
I don’t need to be too grateful to you.”
The middle-aged scribe shook his head and said: "You are wrong. To me, the wine of this hometown, even the nine sacred lands, is not as good as this jar of wine. You have Taichu in your body, and you are the person who takes the throne in this world.
, after a while, I will take action to help you condense the earthquake-shaking thunder soil, and treat it as repaying the kindness of the first jar of wine."
"The Nine Divine Soils... Taichu!" Chu Cheng's body suddenly trembled when he heard this.
Chu Cheng couldn't understand why this person could see the Taichu Stone in his body.
The middle-aged scribe saw the body swaying in front of him and smiled. "You possess the Nine Heavens Mysterious Skill, so you can guess the Stone of the Beginning. Back then, when the heavens fought, the Stone of the Beginning followed the indescribable one.
It disappeared and disappeared, and there is still no trace of it."
"Now that the Nine Heavens Mysterious Art has reappeared, it means that the Indescribable One will also appear. And your Nine Heavens Mysterious Art must have been taught by that one. What you encountered was entirely in the world beyond the Taichu Stone. What I said
Right?"
Chu Cheng looked solemn and didn't know what to do at this moment. Should he escape from here or stay here.
It's just that even if you choose the way forward, you can't do it. There is only the way back.
"Don't worry, even if everyone in the world wants to take Taichu from you, Guan will not fight for it. According to legend, the Taichu Stone is controlled by the person who is destined to do it, and no one else can use it except the person who is destined to do so."
"What is destiny? It is the destiny of all heavens and all realms integrated into one body, the master of the will of all realms. Such beings must want to realize the destiny, and it is even more powerful than taboos."
"For countless years, there are only nine people who are destined to be destined. These nine are called the Nine Heavens. The lifeblood of the world is all under their control. Even if it is taboo, if they want, it can become their chess piece."
"Jiutian..." Upon hearing this, Chu Cheng's eyes and pupils suddenly shrank, and his breathing became more rapid.
He had never known the name of the Nine Heavens. But in that world of mortals, he knew that he was in the position of the Nine Heavens and was the head of the Nine Heavens.
I originally thought that this was just a short dream. But after seeing that scene in the jade bowl, I discovered that Jiutian not only existed in the world of mortals, but also existed in the four vast worlds.
That emperor is the head of the Nine Heavens. With the power of one person, he can suppress the thirty-six taboos.
"Except for the Nine Heavens, there is only one indescribable person who can control it. The fact that you can enter Taichu proves that Taichu recognizes you and believes that you are the destined person in this life."
The middle-aged scribe let out a long sigh and said: "The person who is destined must be above all living beings. But the higher you stand, the heavier you will carry. Maybe in the future, everything in this world will need you alone.
bear."
"If you can't bear it, the tragic situation of the war between the heavens will inevitably reappear. All fire in the world will disappear."
The middle-aged scribe's eyes fell into the distance.
The ancient fairy court finally collapsed, and the Canghai Mirror completely dissipated. Three figures escaped into the distance in the light of Buddha.
All this still cannot move the middle-aged scribe.
"On that day, I dispersed your moon with a shower of rain. It was because your moon could not be known to other powerful beings. Perhaps, there really were no taboos in this world. But there are still a few ancient beings still alive today.
.If they knew about it, they would definitely fight for it."
"Before you become truly powerful, remember not to use the Nine Heavens Mysterious Technique. If someone really discovers it, you don't have to worry about it. I will help you prevent the murder."
"After all, you are my cultivator, Mo Chen. You are also the person who is destined to be here. Mo Chen is destined to be here. Maybe in the future, we can completely break the isolation set by that unspeakable person. Let Mo Chen be able to enter and leave, but not be able to leave.
No entry."
"Nine Heaven Mysterious Techniques are not allowed to be used?" Chu Cheng frowned upon hearing this.
The Nine Heavens Mysterious Technique can make his profound energy flow continuously, and it can also burst into powerful combat power, and can also be turned into a source of vitality. If it is not used, the combat power will be weakened a lot.
Seeing Chu Cheng's hesitation, the middle-aged scribe laughed again and said, "It's up to you. As long as you don't want to see someone die prematurely and use his life to help you resist the murder, you can use it."
"...."
This sentence means that even middle-aged scribes who have entered the Sky Realm are in danger of death in front of those ancient beings. How strong will those ancient beings be?
"Junior, remember the words of the seniors! Don't use the Nine Heavens Mysterious Technique until you are truly powerful." Chu Cheng knew the seriousness of the matter and spoke quickly.
The middle-aged scribe nodded, turned slightly and looked at the collapsing ancient fairy garden.
He put his hands behind his back and watched the rise and fall of the dust with a calm expression.
"If there are some important things, I will discuss them with you in detail later. Now, I am helping you condense the thunder and earth."