It was already nightfall in the outside world, and there were no longer as many manpower from various forces gathered in the outside world as there were at first. Some of them were just here to join in the fun, and some warriors who knew that there was no hope of entering the hermitage holy land had already begun to leave.
However, there are still many warriors who remain, especially the major families whose younger generation of disciples have entered the retreat in the Holy Land. The big shots in the Holy Land basically stay where they are.
Their purpose is also to wait for their younger generation of disciples to come out of the secluded holy place, and then play a protective role.
Otherwise, if a young disciple of a certain force gets a big opportunity inside, and no one is protecting him when he comes out, he may be directly robbed by strong men from other forces.
Therefore, as long as a younger generation of disciples enters the holy place of retreat, there will be corresponding important figures staying to protect them.
All in all, it has been more than half a day since the talented disciples of the ancient martial arts world entered the Holy Land of Retreat. Some sects in the outer areas also began to think about how to send their outstanding disciples to the Holy Land of Retreat.
They can't grab the quota for the first and second batches, but they can still operate it later. For the development of the sect, they have to fight for it no matter what.
Immediately, some leaders of the sects took the initiative to find Xuanyuan Wulie, Tantai Qingfeng, and Bai Xiannian. The drawings of the Holy Land of Retreat, the Originator of the Martial Saint, were mainly pieced together from the residual drawings in the hands of these three families, so as long as these three
If people agree, then it will be no problem even if three or five more people are put into the retreat holy place.
Of course, this depends on whether these sect forces can provide sufficient benefits and conditions.
In fact, the top-ranked Guyin families, including the holy lands of all parties, will have some following forces in the ancient martial arts world. These following forces come from other small sects and sects, and most of them will rely on these big forces.
Therefore, if there are enough favorable conditions, Xuanyuan Wulie or Tantai Qingfeng would also like to follow the forces of some small sects in their own families and arrange for some disciples.
As for Old Man Ye, he was sitting in an open space with a straw mat brought over by an unknown warrior.
On the straw mat, there were some drinks and dishes, including roast chicken, roast duck, braised pig's trotters, and some peanuts, edamame and other snacks. As for Old Man Ye, there were seven or eight warriors from various sects gathered around him.
I was drinking wine with Old Man Ye.
Although Old Man Ye is a well-known Ye Wusheng in the ancient martial arts world, he has no airs about himself. He crosses his legs and smokes a dry cigarette, just like an old farmer in some villages.
Immediately, the martial artists from the small sects outside started chatting with Old Man Ye. Some asked him about his deeds when he was young, some asked questions about martial arts, and some simply asked Old Man Ye to teach him some awesome martial arts skills.
In this regard, Mr. Ye basically refused to accept anyone who came.
As long as these warriors ask questions, he will answer a few questions, and he will also seriously answer and provide guidance when answering questions about martial arts. As for the awesome martial arts secrets, Old Man Ye has no choice but to just say this awesome thing.
Old man, I don’t even know how, how can I teach you?
However, Old Man Ye still tried his best to help these juniors in the ancient martial arts world.
His abilities alone are limited, so he can only help as much as he can.
Until evening, Liu Zhi, an upright man who had accompanied Old Man Ye, Ye Junlang and others on the way to Duanfeng Mountain, asked Old Man Ye if he wanted to eat something, and Old Man Ye directly said that he would like some good wine and meat.
Immediately, Liu Zhi and several warriors went to the downtown area of Jianghai City, bought drinks and appetizers, and followed Old Man Ye to change glasses.
After drinking to the fullest, Liu Zhi and other warriors forgot about Old Ye's identity as a martial saint, and forgot that Old Ye was the hero they had always admired and yearned for the most. They only felt that Old Ye was like one of them.
Like old friends, we can sit together and eat and drink freely.
Before this, they never dared to dream about such a thing.
Just imagine, in the ancient martial arts world, let alone a martial saint, even among those strong men in the Martial Ancestor Realm, which one does not have his nose turned to the sky and pretends to be extraordinary? Which strong man in the Martial Ancestor Realm would let go of warriors from small sects like them?
In your eyes?
As for those Martial Saint-level beings in the ancient martial arts world, they are the top big figures that they have no contact with at all. For them, they will probably never have any interactions with them in their entire lives.
But now, they were sitting on the ground with a martial saint, eating meat and drinking heavily, which made them a little unbelievable.
Moreover, this Martial Saint was still the Ye Martial Saint whom they respected and admired the most after hearing about his deeds.
"In this life, I have no regrets about being able to drink with Senior Ye Wusheng! I can also brag to others! When I have children in the future, I can also brag about this to them!"
"I didn't expect the legendary senior Ye Wusheng to be so approachable and not disdainful of us at all. He is so noble and upright. This is the real senior master!"
"That's right. If you want to say that in the past few decades in the ancient martial arts world, who else is truly worthy of admiration besides Senior Ye Wusheng?"
These warriors spoke one after another.
Old Man Ye held a roasted chicken drumstick in his hand, took a sip of wine, waved his hands, and said: "You bastards, what do you mean by complimenting the old man like this? Old man, I am just a layman, and I cannot afford such flattery from you. Besides,
Well, the old man is trying to get close to you, and it’s nothing more than cheating me to eat some meat and drink some wine. You guys one by one make the old man look like a saint."
"Haha, Senior Ye, we really want you to lie more. We are willing to do so. We are willing to buy whatever meat and wine you want to eat and accompany you." Liu Zhi said with a smile.
"Yes, we are all willing." Other warriors also agreed.
Old Man Ye shook his head and squinted his old eyes. After eating and drinking enough, he started to light the shredded tobacco on the dry tobacco pole and started smoking.
call!
I don’t know when it started, but the wind started blowing.
The wind passed over the mountains, making bursts of whining sounds. Some strong winds swirled and rolled up the fallen leaves on the mountain peaks, dancing like dragons.
The originally starry sky was covered by dark clouds at some point, and it looked like a heavy rain was coming.
"The mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is all over the building. It seems that a storm is coming." Old Man Ye's originally turbid old eyes suddenly burst out with a ray of light, and he said to himself as if he was talking to himself.
"Senior Ye, we have brought some camping tents and other things. If it really rains, you can always go into the tent and rest." Liu Zhi said quickly.
Old Man Ye smiled and said: "I understand what you are thinking. The wind has picked up, so the old man has been sitting for a while. This man cannot sit for a long time when he is old. It seems that he needs to get up and stretch his muscles."
As he spoke, Old Man Ye stood up, stretched out his hand and patted his butt, turned around and walked towards a short peak surrounding Duanfeng Mountain on the right, his bold and heroic voice that was faintly heard coming from the drunkenness -
"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse, who is afraid? You can live your whole life in the misty rain.
The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, and it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back to the desolate place, when I return, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine. "