On the tenth day, more than a dozen great pharmacists from all over the world were vying to worship Jun Luoyu as their master.
Shocked, a few holy pharmacists came over eager to see why Jun Luoyu was so holy.
On the 10th, Jun Luoyu, who was completely looked down upon by all the important ministers in Wangtianya.
With an almost earth-shaking change in his views, he wandered among the important officials in Kyoto.
Jun Luoyu, a brand-new name in Wangtianya, began to slowly ascend to the stage of Wangtianya, Buddha, Immortal and Water.
When the wind blows, the sky and the earth calm down.
Brahmaten Pavilion in the suburbs of Kyoto.
Surrounded by a green water, the lake is rippling and shaded by green trees.
Cranes were flying in the lake, and the smoke was gone.
The flowers are in full bloom on the shore.
Among the gorgeous rocks, the nine-curved pavilions meander away, stretching to the center of the lake waves and hanging above the center of the blue lake.
The breeze blows and the sandalwood scent lingers, like a holy scene.
"Pavilion Master, Wuyuan is out here asking for forgiveness." A scholar said slowly, looking at the mountain and looking at the frail man, holding a glazed agate mountain pot and gently tipping it for the man at the table.
No one said anything.
Only in the swirling smoke, the man in front of the table was facing away.
Her black hair is tied up high with a yellow dragon and white jade gold crown, and she is wearing a crescent-white gown that is gently fluttering in the breeze, looking extremely divine.
At this time, he held a stick of chess pieces in his hand and was slowly placing them on the chessboard in front of him.
"Alas, the master of the pavilion made a wonderful move and won again."
A middle-aged man sitting opposite the man in white looked at Luo Zi, shook his head and sighed for a while, then raised his head.
"You are unstable." The man in white said with a gentle voice and a smile.
The middle-aged man shook his head: "I am not good at chess, and I am ashamed of myself."
The man in white slowly leaned on the jade chair behind him and dropped the chess pieces in his hand: "It would be very happy if I could pair up with Yun Shitian."
The scholar and the middle-aged man next to him looked at each other after hearing this.
"The only person who can be paired with the Pavilion Master is King Wangtian."
Regardless of chess skills or anything else, in this world of Buddhas and Immortals, the only one who can match their Brahma Pavilion Master is King Wangtian.
The wind blows through the treetops, blowing the clothes of the man in white, as graceful as flying.