After serving the remaining rabbit meat, Ji Jian Ting held the white porcelain bowl and walked towards the Main Hall.
In the Tianyao Valley, the palaces and attics are lined up row after row, and they are majestic. Unfortunately, seven years have passed, and the bright pearls are also covered with dust. The glazed tiles that shone with luxurious luster in the sun seven years ago have long been dim now. Everywhere on the eaves
They are all spider webs, like a beautiful woman with gray hair and wrinkles.
But only the main hall of the Tianyao Sect remains the same as it did seven years ago!
As for the reason, it is very simple. Every once in a while, Cao Mu would roll up his sleeves and carefully clean and wipe the inside and outside of the Main Hall. His attitude was extremely serious.
The fat Taoist priest was very puzzled by this!
Ji Jianting is used to wandering. People like this will never regard a place as their real home.
But Cao Mu is different. Tianyao Valley is his home. He was not born here, but he hopes to die here.
In Qingshi Square, Cao Mu was practicing boxing in front of Chen Yu with his sword.
The boxing technique is very ordinary, just for strengthening the body, but the great elder of Tianyao Sect performs every move seriously, and has a wonderful charm of returning to nature.
Seven years ago, Cao Mu, who was at the peak of his golden elixir, could not get within five feet of the Xuanhuang Sword. If he tried to force himself forward, his body would be torn apart by the sword energy and his body would be cut into thousands of pieces.
Seven years later, the Great Elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect, who was still at the peak of the Golden Core, was able to punch within one foot of a long sword.
The realm is still the same, but the state of mind is different!
After finishing the set of punches very quickly, Cao Mu put away his moves and exhaled into the blue but bitingly cold sky in early spring.
A ray of white light, like a rolling dragon, rushed out from the old man's mouth more than ten meters away. Ji Jian's body was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.
This old immortal actually has a powerful energy in his body, which is rare in five hundred years!
Looking back at Ji Jianting, Cao Mu, who was dressed in coarse linen and linen clothes, said in a kind voice: "We Qi practitioners are dedicated to pursuing the great road, how can we waste precious time because of our oral desires? You have to know that only a small amount of money is available!"
What is the Great Dao? Ji Jianting doesn’t know and doesn’t want to know.
If you are not happy in life, so what if you achieve enlightenment? It is better to get drunk and die!
"So, you don't want to eat?" Ji Jian shook the white porcelain bowl in his hand, and the rabbit meat inside was still steaming.
Cao Mu shook his head, "I accept your kindness. As for this bowl of meat, you can eat it yourself!"
"Tch, take it as a good intention...!" Ji Jian was about to speak, but the Great Elder of Tianyao Sect glanced at him and quickly changed his words: "Dragon Ganfei!"
With a sly smile, the fat Taoist priest held the white porcelain bowl and sat on the steps in front of the Main Hall to devour the food.
Even though Ji Jianting had just eaten a pot, his fat belly looked like he was pregnant with decuplets. Even if he had another pot, he would still be able to finish it off.
The spring breeze is not like the spring breeze that blows over the body, causing goosebumps all over the body.
In the spring breeze, the Great Elder of the Tianyao Sect took one step at a time, slowly but resolutely, until he reached Chen Yu's sword.
Stretching out his old and withered right hand, Cao Mu grasped the black and yellow sword and suddenly pulled the long sword out of the bluestone.
"Zheng!" The sword clanked, and the sword energy swept across all directions, cutting ravines into the Bluestone Square.
On the steps, Ji Jianting's eyes were full of shock. The white porcelain bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a clang and shattered into pieces, with juice splashing everywhere.
At this moment, Chen Yu's sword was like an unruly dragon. The energy of the sword was so terrifying that it disturbed the sky. However, it was held by Cao Mu and allowed the sword body to tremble violently. Unfortunately, he could not break free.
"Seven years ago, Cao Mu was afraid of the tyranny of the dragon. Seven years later, I will kill the dragon where it meets him!"
"Although this three-acre area of Tianyao Valley is small, it is enough to hold a hundred thousand swords, but you are not welcome. Get out of here!" Cao Mu waved his sleeve and slapped the long sword with the back of his hand.
"Zheng!" The sound that pierced the eardrums was like the clash of gold and iron. The sword that had been the best in the world for thousands of years was actually slapped away by the Great Elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
The long sword whined and turned into a bolt, penetrating the sky and flying towards Incense City.
Cao Mu put his hands behind his back, turned around and looked at Ji Jianting, his face flushed, "How?!"
Ji Jian Ting swallowed, glanced at the delicious rabbit meat stained with dust on the ground, and sighed: "What a pity!"
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Seven years ago, Fenxiang City had a low reputation. Seven years later, Fenxiang City became a sensation all over the world!
In the backyard of Tianya Pavilion Inn, the pear tree has sprouted new buds. The buds are like dots of green emeralds with hazy morning dew. It is very beautiful to the eyes.
Under the pear tree, Chen Yu and Qin Jinxian looked less like two living people and more like statues of gods enshrined in a temple.
The two of them remained motionless for two years!
There are many rooms on the second floor of the inn, and there are many people standing at the windows of each room, including worldly travelers, poets, elders of large and small sects, and geniuses.
"It's been two years, and the leader of the human world has yet to have a baby with this mysterious old man. When will the next baby be born?" A human poet, who is good at writing powerful works, accidentally heard about Chen Yu and Qin Jinxian three years ago.
Greatly surprised by his deeds, he traveled tens of thousands of miles across mountains and rivers and arrived at Fenxiang City, where he has lived for a thousand days.
In the first year after the poet came here, Chen Yu gave birth to a son, and Qin Jinxian gave birth to a son. Then there were two long, silent years.
The poet is more than seventy years old and feels that time is running out and he may not see the final outcome of this game in his lifetime.
"To be precise, it's seven hundred and fifty-nine days!" A sect elder sighed. On the chessboard, the black and white chess pieces were like dense stars in the night sky, and there was not much free space left.
Thousands of troops fought fiercely for seven years, but a stalemate continued for more than two thousand days without a winner.
Two years ago, the chess game between Chen Yu and Qin Jinxian was mapped and spread throughout the world, attracting the participation of many Go enthusiasts, all of whom were helping Chen Yu and the Taizu of the Tianyao Sect with their plans.
Some worldly Go players asserted that Chen Yu would kill the dragon in his next move, while some sect leaders joked that Qin Jinxian's next move would turn into a heavenly sword, cutting off all the power of the black move.
Some people say that Chen Yu has to go left to win, while others say that he has to go right to attack the city easily.
Because of the ancient and modern game between Chen Yu and Qin Jin, Go has become popular in the Xuanling world. Everyone from the elderly to the innocent children are learning the way of Go. This wind blows
All over the southeast and northwest.
After Bai An left for seven years, he never came back and he didn’t know where he went!
On the other hand, Chu Manxian and Xia Qianqian from the Wuliang Sword Sect came here three times in total, and each time they made the shopkeeper of Tianya Pavilion smile as if it was the New Year.
"Did it move? Or was it my imagination!" Suddenly, a young man screamed, and he saw Chen Yu's stiff arm trembling slightly. yyls