PS: Originally, the third update was resumed after May Day, but a friend in Guigu had surgery in the past two days and asked me to help take care of it. Therefore, in order to ensure continuous updates, the third update will not be resumed until the 9th or 10th. Sorry everyone.
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"Senior!" Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chen Dasheng, "Senior is pushing and pushing like this. It's really a pity. I, Shao Qingshan, want to make peace. Senior can calm the matter with just one sentence! If senior can't do it for Shao Qingshan,
There is nothing I can do to uphold justice. Shao Qingshan has been oppressed for thousands of years, and it is time for him to stand up."
After saying that, Chen Dasheng raised his head and looked at Hu Tian, and then said, "It's not that I'm arrogant. I'm twenty-three years old this year. I can only practice for half a year. Even if I bet the entire Shaoqing Mountain, in ten years at most, I will definitely make the Taiqing Fox Clan become a leader."
Removed from Shiwandashan!"
Chen Dasheng's tone was very calm. After all, in front of these super masters, you should restrain yourself. However, the threat in his words was also very obvious, and everyone couldn't help but take a breath.
Everyone in the hall showed shock in their eyes. What shocked them was not Chen Dasheng's arrogance, but Chen Dasheng's statement that he had only practiced for half a year. In half a year, he had reached this level, and he was still in the mortal world where the power of heaven and earth was extremely thin.
, they seemed to understand why Yao Yun gave Chen Dasheng the Medicine Immortal Token.
"When is the time to retaliate? Mr. Huang, I think you should handle this matter!" The atmosphere froze for a moment, and then Xiao Xiangzi, an outsider, spoke.
Wu Daozi said, "Old man Huang, you want me to tell you that in the mortal world, the Weaver Girl fell in love with the Cowherd, the Seven Fairies and Dong Yong, and even more were short-lived, just because of what Skanda said, gods can still fall in love with mortals, you monsters have this idea
But you have to, don’t take bloodline so seriously, don’t worry about past grudges anymore, let’s all live our own lives!”
Xiao Xiangzi and Wu Daozi both opened their mouths to persuade, but Huang Jing didn't have much to say. He didn't look at the monk's face to look at the Buddha's face. This matter was just a matter of one sentence for him, and there wasn't much embarrassment. He hesitated. Huang Jing's ancestor turned to face him.
He said to Hu Tiandao, "Clan Chief Hu Tian, you have to deal with the incident at Shaoqingshan easily. This little brother is right. Don't kill each other again."
When Hu Tian heard this, he felt unwilling to do so, but there was nothing he could do about it. The ancestors had already spoken. If he didn't climb down the pole, he would offend the three seniors.
"yes!"
The Monster Clan is not afraid of threats, but if Chen Dasheng really only practiced for half a year and reached this point, then the threat this young man brings to the Fox Clan is not small. Maybe in less than ten years, he will be able to reach a level that threatens the existence of the Fox Clan.
At this point, there are only two paths he can take. One is to accept the mediation of the Golden Ancestor and turn this thousand-year war into jade and silk. From now on, the young and the young will live their own lives without interfering with each other. The second is to kill Chen Dasheng on the spot.
Kill to avoid future trouble.
Obviously, even if he wanted to take this second path, it would be extremely difficult to do it. With Xiao Wu and other seniors here, he would never be allowed to kill Chen Dasheng. All he could do was compromise. Hu Tian faced Huang Jing
The ancestor nodded, and then said: "From now on, Shaoqing Mountain has no relationship with Taiqing Mountain, and the Shaoqing Fox Clan is not allowed to mention to outsiders that you are from Taiqing Mountain."
The concept of blood is still too strong. Chen Dasheng couldn't help but shake his head in his heart. However, Hu Tian's request is not difficult at all. The Shaoqing Fox Clan has been inherited for thousands of years and has long since severed ties with the Taiqing Fox Clan. There is no hope.
There is no benefit to be gained by relying on the name of the Taiqing Fox Clan. On the contrary, Taiqingshan is pursuing them relentlessly.
"Thank you, ancestor, for upholding justice!"
Seeing Demon Emperor Hu Tian's compromise, Hu Xianer was overjoyed. This grudge that had been entangled for thousands of years had finally come to an end. In front of so many senior experts, I believe that Demon Emperor Hu Tian would not go back on his words afterwards.
"Get up!"
Ancestor Huang Jing gently raised her hand to Hu Xian'er, and immediately, Hu Xian'er felt a force gently lift her body up.
Hu Xianer was so excited that she wanted to cry. She looked at Chen Dasheng, her eyes filled with joy, and quickly returned to stand behind Chen Dasheng.
"That's right, what's the point of fighting? It would be nice to shake hands and make peace!" Wu Daozi laughed, breaking the slightly awkward atmosphere.
Chen Dasheng smiled dryly and stared at Wu Daozi with some doubts in his eyes, "Mr. Wu, I have a little doubt and I would like to ask you to clarify it."
"Huh?" Wu Daozi heard this, looked at each other with Xiao Huang, and said with a hint of curvature at the corner of his mouth, "Say it!"
Chen Dasheng tentatively said, "When I was in the mortal world, I also heard that there was a painting sage more than a thousand years ago. His surname was Wu, his name was Daoxuan, and he was named Daozi. I don't know, but the painting sage I mentioned was the same as my predecessor.
Does it matter?"
Wu Daozi, a native of Yangzhai in the Tang Dynasty, was a lonely and poor boy. He was gifted by nature. Before he was young, he already lacked the beauty of painting. Later, he was revered as a painting sage. Later generations of painters respected him as their ancestor. The great poet Su Dongpo was once
He said, 'Poetry is due to Du Zimei, writing is due to Han Tuizhi, writing is due to Yan Lugong, painting is due to Wu Daozi, and the changes in ancient and modern times have been accomplished by the world!', it can be seen that this painter named Wu Daozi in Chinese history
Holy, I have practiced painting to its peak.
With the same name and surname, and the fact that they are both painting saints, it is no wonder that Chen Dasheng suspected that the Wu Daozi in front of him was the painting saint in Chinese history.
"Ha ha……"
When Wu Daozi heard this, he stroked his beard and laughed, "You never thought that I, Wu Daozi, am quite famous in the mortal world!"
"Uh..." Chen Dasheng hesitated, and then said with some surprise, "Senior, what do you mean, are you the painting sage in our Chinese history?"
Wu Daozi nodded slightly, "More than a thousand years ago, in order to experience my state of mind, I once went to the mortal world. At that time, I was invited by Emperor Xuanzong to paint in the palace. A thousand years have passed in a flash, and I don't know how many generations the Tang Dynasty has inherited.
Got it!"
"Senior, have you not been to the mortal world in a thousand years?" Chen Dasheng asked immediately. Knowing that this old man Wu was the painting saint in Chinese history, Chen Dasheng felt a little like meeting an old friend in a foreign land.
Wu Daozi nodded, "Yes, I haven't been there for more than a thousand years. The energy of heaven and earth in the mortal world is getting thinner and thinner, so it's not a good place to go!"
Chen Dasheng shook his head when he heard this, "The Tang Dynasty died a thousand years ago, followed by the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties. There is no emperor in China now. Senior, if you have time, you can go and take a look. It will definitely surprise you."
"The Tang Dynasty died?"
Wu Daozi was stunned for a moment, and his surprise flashed past. When he went to the mortal world, it was the prosperous Kaiyuan era. Although there were some twists and turns later, the country's power was still at its peak. He thought that the Tang Dynasty could be passed down for thousands of years.
"That's great, I really have to go and see it when I have time!" He couldn't care about the dynasty change in another world, and he didn't want to care about it. The surprise was only a brief surprise. Wu Daozi stroked his beard and smiled, but he was wondering in his heart, Chen Dasheng
What he said was shocking, could the power of heaven and earth in the extraordinary world be restored again? Otherwise, how could a figure like Chen Dasheng appear?
With that said, Wu Daozi turned to Huang Jing and said, "Old man Huang, although this little brother is not very strong, he just helped me out of kindness. You have to thank him properly, otherwise others will think you are stingy.
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"You don't need to say it!" Upon hearing this, ancestor Huang Jing gave Wu Daozi a blank look, then waved to Chen Dasheng, "Little brother, come here."
"Well?"
Why is this so embarrassing? Looking at this situation, it is obvious that he wants to give himself something. As a demon god, Huang Jing’s ancestors must be extraordinary. Chen Dasheng’s eyes have a hint of expectation, and he gives Wu Daozi a thumbs up in his heart. This half fellow countryman
It's really interesting.
"Senior, this is what juniors should do, no need to say thank you!" Although Chen Dasheng is looking forward to what good things Huang Jing Ancestor will come up with, the necessary politeness is still needed, just like a child receiving lucky money from an elder.
, a subordinate who always has to be pushed and pushed to be very 'reluctant'.
Walking in front of Ancestor Huang Jing, Chen Dasheng was full of expectations. This person in front of him was a demon god. In front of Xiao and Wu, it was impossible to give him some scraps of copper and iron. He didn't know what good things they would be.
, although he was kicked down by Wu Daozi at the time, but now he happily accepted Wu Daozi's favor.
Patriarch Huang Jing ignored Chen Dasheng's polite words, reached out and grabbed his own beard, and pulled off a small handful. Then he pulled half a piece of used rice paper from the table next to him and wrapped the bunch of beard.
