No wonder the last senior brother said that being a city lord is hard work.
He now understands it deeply.
Endless official duties and countless paperwork.
Not even a little leisure time.
No wonder this world of mortals is the most challenging.
For outsiders like them, just these worldly things, big and small, are dizzying.
However, this is not the most important thing.
When dealing with these matters, he can always come up with better ways, or more advantageous ways.
Obviously one moment I was still thinking about the feasibility of this method, and the next moment I jumped to another similar method.
Mundane affairs are like a thread that keeps cutting but has no clue.
You can start wherever you want, and there is a solution no matter what.
Practicing is different.
If you don't understand, you don't understand.
On the one hand, he doesn't understand, and on the other hand, he has to preserve his spirit and refine his energy, which will take up a lot of the monk's time. If he spends more time on such insignificant things, he won't be able to achieve any great fame in this life.
"The experience of my predecessors still makes sense. All chores are delegated to me. I cultivate my own way."
On balance, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.
Of course, it was actually more in line with his own interests. It would be fine if he could live here and enjoy wealth and glory, but he still wanted to return to the Eastern Wasteland and the dojo of the Tianyang Divine Sect.
At least, as a venerable person, he doesn't want to die in this small place.
"By the way..."
The new city lord nodded slightly. Since the Wen family has such a background, it doesn't hurt to give him a point.
As the city lord of Yangcheng, his main responsibility is to protect Yangcheng and the matters entrusted to his ancestors. Other things are not that important, and he really looks down on the three melons and two dates in Xiaohuangyu.
…
The Tianji ship flew across the sky.
The beast roared and pushed away the waves of the sea of clouds.
The low tea table remained motionless.
The blond young man sitting on the opposite bank was sitting on pins and needles, twisting reluctantly as if a reptile had fallen on him, and had to stop his antics.
He secretly glanced at the young man who was also sitting cross-legged on a low stool.
All I saw was that the young man looked respectful, like a clay sculpture carved from stone.
It is hard for people to imagine that the terrifying and powerful man who was so arrogant just now, like a king in the sky, is sitting peacefully at this moment, with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes satisfied.
Although his expression has not changed, people can still notice the softness of his expression.
He turned his gaze.
Feng Chengyin lowered his head and wanted to reach out for the teapot with some embarrassment. However, someone snatched the teapot before him, so he could only smile awkwardly and put away his hand that was hanging in the air and didn't know where to place it.
Licking his lips, he still said nothing.
He really didn't know what to say.
To be honest, there was some resentment back then.
Fortunately, Senior Yue Yan has a broad mind and did not care about the friction between Sunset Sword Sect and Yang Cheng after he left. Instead, he helped everyone to support him.
In his impression, the red-haired monk seemed more like a distant shadow.
When the shadow of the past overlaps with the present, Feng Chengyin slowly focuses on reality.
This made him look at the monk in front of him again.
Tu Shanjun said nothing, his eyes as deep and dark as the abyss fell on the calm waves of tea, he seemed to be really thinking about something.
a long time.
He then spoke slowly and said, "Fellow Taoist, must you have forgotten that I like drinking wine but not tea."
When the seal is sealed, the cold hairs stand on end.
His body was unconsciously shrouded in horror.
He regretted it now, maybe he shouldn't have called that person's name at all.
He should have let this name be buried in history and sink forever, but at that time he still shouted it out, not because of the joy of meeting his old friend again, but because of fear!
He was afraid that he would disappear without a trace.
After all, the new city lord of Yangcheng is a disciple of Senior Yuanyan, so he can still survive safely.
What about him?
He was just an ordinary monk from an ordinary sect in a remote place. He had even had a feud with this person back then. It was only natural that he should be annihilated and become dust in the Taoism.
He shouldn't have brought this person to the sect just to survive.
Even if senior brother really said it.
Looking at Feng Chengyin, who was still shaking like chaff despite trying his best to control his emotions.
Tu Shanjun stretched out a finger.
A little inspiration bursts out at the fingertips.
It was a ray of light that fell on Feng Chengyin's forehead.
Immediately afterwards, Seal Chengyin's trembling body returned to calm.
After a long while, he cupped his hands and said, "I made senior laugh."
"There is no such thing as laughter."
Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.
What happened back then was over, and he didn't want to embarrass himself.
If Feng Chengyin hadn't told the story of Master Jifeng's 'resurrection from the dead', he would have simply erased the memory of Feng Chengyin meeting him, just like he did with the new city lord of Yang City.
With a wave of his hand.
The tea cup is gone and turned into a wine bottle.
Tu Shanjun picked up the wine bottle and said, "Please!"
"Please." Feng Chengyin hurriedly raised the wine bottle.
Lift your head and drink.
The spiritual wine filled his body in an instant, causing his cultivation to loosen. It was only at this moment that he took a breath and relaxed slightly and said, "I didn't expect to see senior again."
"Back then, fellow Daoist Yuyanyan left on the giant ship of the Tianyang Divine Sect."
"Senior has also disappeared since then."
"We also speculate that the seniors went to the depths of the great realm together."
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Speaking of which, the Small Wilderness Territory also belongs to the Eastern Wilderness Territory.
The Eastern Wilderness is terrifying.
Some places have weak barriers and have been merged into the land to become connected lands. Many places have deep barriers and cannot be directly integrated into the Eastern Barren. However, this does not mean that they are not the boundaries of the Eastern Barren.
"yes."
Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.
"After a long absence, are all the fellow Taoists still well?"
Feng Chengyin showed an awkward smile: "Everything is fine."
He didn't say that once Tu Shanjun left, both black and white became honest for a long time.
It can't be said that he was honest but silent, as if he was silently confirming whether the information was accurate. At that time, Tushanjun offended everything Xiaohuangyu could offend, and almost became a public enemy.
In the years when Tu Shanjun showed his talents, all sects, whether they were gangsters or white sects, were overwhelmed.
Later, the battle when the Blood Evil Sect was destroyed shocked everyone even more.
They all hope that this living king of hell will leave soon.
This small pond in Xiaohuang Realm really cannot support such a magical dragon.
Fortunately, living up to expectations, this demon king really left Donghuang.
Thinking of this, Feng Chengyin's awe for Donghuang increased to a higher level.
Even after such a demon king arrived in the Eastern Wasteland, there was no big news. The Eastern Wasteland is really as arrogant and arrogant as the rumors say.
It is also possible that he has limited information and does not understand the real situation.
But this demon star should be honest after reaching such a big situation.
Now it seems that he is indeed not as sharp as before, and his whole person is more restrained, more upright and peaceful. If Tushanjun's deeds had not been told, no one would think that the person in front of him would be a demon king who stirred up troubles.
Yang Wu couldn't help but look curious. What do you think of this monk's appearance? The senior has offended many people here.
Thinking of Tu Shanjun's actions against the Asura clan, Yang Wu nodded slightly.
This is what a hero is.
No matter where you go, the world should focus on you.
Feng Chengyin was so sensible that he didn't ask about the purpose of Tu Shanjun's return. He didn't notice that when he was in the underground palace, even the new city lord, the God-Transforming Lord, was easily suppressed by the young man. He even boasted that "the Holy King is also an ant". He didn't know anything.
He is a holy king, and I only feel horrible.
There must be a secret for such a person to return to the small wilderness.
He doesn't want to die yet.
"Too slow." Tu Shanjun stood up.
He couldn't wait to meet the old man.
How did he come back from the dead?
This is something that even the Asura leader cannot do.
Such a mysterious thing could actually happen to a Nascent Soul Lord.
For spiritual practice, the Nascent Soul is just the beginning of the second step. Only when the Nascent Soul grows like a baby and becomes an adult, is it the adult Yang Shen, that is, the state of becoming a god, but this is also the second step.
"Tianji Ancient Treasure is already the fastest."
Feng Chengyin was stunned for a moment.
Under his urging, the Tianji giant ship should be the most powerful warship in the entire small wilderness, unless the monk who transforms into gods uses the escape technique.
"Let's go, Yang Wu."
"yes."
Yang Wu stood up with his hands raised, and the body-protecting Qi held up the seal.
Then he stepped into the air.
The void in front of me seemed to be suddenly torn open.
The three of them immediately stepped inside.
A few moments.
Seal the seal and return to God.
He looked at the strange high mountain standing on the horizon in the distance in astonishment. It was the Sunset Mountain in the West, where his sect was located. He quickly looked back, blinked, and said in disbelief: "From here to
Yangcheng is more than three million miles away, we..."
"The giant ship is controlled by your disciples."
"Let's just take the first step."
"I guess you have already informed your senior brother of our arrival through the transmission talisman."
Tu Shanjun said calmly.
After all, I am coming to visit, so I have to make some preparations for the host.
The seal has indeed burned the telegraph urn.
But he didn't feel that they were talking in Yangcheng one moment and arrived at Sunset Mountain the next.
What a power this is!
Feng Chengyin took out the token and wrote a talisman in the air: "Please!"
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main hall.
The old man on the main seat sighed: "You are finally back."
"senior."
"Don't dare to take it seriously."
True Lord Jifeng returned the favor and said: "Those who are experts in the world of cultivation should come first. Seniors really don't dare to take this seriously."
"Senior should know the reason for my coming." Tu Shanjun did not say any pleasantries, but spoke directly.
Moreover, Tushanjun always felt that True Lord Jifeng was not surprised by his arrival, as if he had specially stayed here, waiting for Tushanjun to return to the Xiaohuang Realm.
True Lord Jifeng nodded and said: "After the tribulation, I thought that I had died, and the sect's funeral notice was sent out. However, after sleeping for a hundred years, I reopened my eyes, walked out of the mausoleum, and returned to the sect."
Tushanjun looked disappointed.
This is not death.
He also had periods of silence.
If this is the case, it has no reference value.
Although he had known for a long time that this would probably be the case, Tushanjun still felt disappointed.
"Senior, why do you want to see me?"
"Because, after I died, there was a person who made me come back to life and wait for you here."