The autumn wind is cold and blowing a circle of ripples on the Rouge River.
Tang state, Baiyujing.
On the most lively Dongguan Street, as usual, people come and go. Restaurants and teahouses are full of people, mostly civilians.
Nowadays, the state of Tang is no longer a small country in the past. With the frequent emergence of spiritual talents, especially the two famous top talents, more and more religious families and spiritual families begin to pay attention to the state of Tang and hold a fairy seedling selection conference every year.
In just a few years, the state of Tang has become the leader of medium-sized countries. As long as it continues to develop with this momentum, it will become a large country in more than 100 years.
Therefore, the mysterious immortal family can often be seen in the streets, restaurants and teahouses of Baiyujing. The men, women and children of Baiyujing, from the initial fanatical curiosity to now, have seen the strange and began to treat them with an ordinary heart.
There are only two days left from this year''s xianmiao selection conference, and all kinds of friars are coming and haunting Baiyujing.
Dongguan Street, in an old teahouse near the.
On the grand viewing platform, a tall and thin old man, wearing a clean and wrinkled dark robe, said the book with a flying face.
"Five years ago, the seal of a holy land in the southern celestial realm was broken and officially untied. The holy land was called Qingchuan Jedi! In a short time, the four immortal families and eight immortal people, both at home and abroad, went to Qingchuan to compete for that chance. Just then, another Earth shaking event happened... Cough, I''m here today. I want to know what will happen next. Let''s listen to the next time Decompose! "
The old man''s voice suddenly stopped, picked up the tea bowl and drank.
Just heard that the rising place was gone again, and the audience were unhappy. They complained and clapped the table.
"Old man Ji! You''re wrong! You play this trick every time! Believe it or not, I won''t listen to you again today!"
"Yes! Old man Ji, be kind! Stop at the critical moment every time! You''re too appetizing!"
"Go on, what happened in the fairyland? Sir, I don''t have the patience to wait another day!"
"Believe it or not, I demolished your shop!"
No matter how the guests make trouble, the storytellers are smiling and silent.
Most of the noisy listeners are Bai Yujing''s martial arts cultivation, ranging from Da Dan realm to Da Kong Ling realm. In addition, there are also half step Sanren level masters. In the elegant seats of the teahouse, you can see the figures of Taoist robes. The monks with deep breath sit in the teahouse, drink bad tea with mortals and listen to the storytelling of the world.
For all friars, it is a new thing to hear about books, and this teahouse is quite famous in both the martial arts circle and the friars circle of the Tang state.
Because the old storyteller in the teahouse doesn''t know where to get it. He even knows some important events in the practice world. He described the spiritual world in a mortal tone. Whether civilians, warriors or monks, they all like to listen.
"One more paragraph."
At this time, a cold voice sounded from the elegant room on the third floor.
The moment the sound sounded, all the sounds in the teahouse seemed to be covered by a cover and disappeared immediately.
The civilians and military men sitting in the hall on the first floor turned pale one after another. How could they not know that they were talking to a high immortal family.
The monks in the elegant seats on the second and third floors also looked one after another.
Through the curtain of the elegant room, the monks saw several looming figures, and their eyes fell on the leader. The monks all showed awe.
The monk''s accomplishments reached the first level of infanticide.
Cultivation is the second. The key is his waist token, which reads three golden characters: Tianhua palace!
Although five years ago, in the trial of the white bone heavenly prison hall that has been unforgettable to many people, Tianhua palace lost a group of excellent disciples and more than a dozen overseas elders, which almost became a laughing stock. However, with the opening of Qingchuan, Tianhua palace took the lead, and joined hands with overseas monks, it soon recovered its vitality, still sat firmly on the throne of No. 1 in the south of the world, and had the potential to invade another large gate, the empty mountain boundary.
This friar of Tianhua palace, whose surname is Qiu Mingwu, was one of the few survivors of the trial of the white bone heavenly prison hall that year. After that, it was a blessing in disguise. It was cultivated by Tianhua palace. In five years, it broke through the fourth level of Zhendan to the first level of Huaying and became a deacon elder in the outer hall.
Now, in Baiyujing, the people who really preside over the overall situation behind the scenes are Qiu Wu and another elder of Tianhua palace who turns baby into a third level.
"Two younger martial sisters, I don''t know what you want to hear." Qiu Wu smiled faintly and asked the woman beside him.
"Whatever. The tea here is smelly and hard to drink. Elder martial brother, we''d better go back early." a woman in Tsing Yi said coldly.
"Hehe, elder martial sister, that''s a bad thing. Although tea is hard to drink, the storyteller''s paragraph is interesting. Why don''t you listen to another paragraph." another woman in red smiled.
The two women secretly looked at each other. It seemed nothing on the surface, but secretly they were competing with each other.
Qiu Wu looked at all this in his eyes and smiled: "don''t argue. Just listen to the last paragraph, which is also our favorite paragraph. We will listen to it every time we come."
"What''s that?" the two women asked in unison.
Qiu Wu''s eyes flashed cold. He didn''t know his hatred. He was still proud. He looked down at the storyteller who was packing up: "stop. Tell me another paragraph... The death of guru Luo."
Master Luo''s three words came out, and there was a sudden silence in the teahouse.
Some friars and martial arts men of a little age looked complex, while those fledgling foundation building friars showed curiosity. Obviously, they had not heard of the name guru Luo.
After a short silence, the young friars asked the older friars next to them.
"The immortal family really wants to listen?" the storyteller slowly stopped his actions, raised his head and looked at Yajian.
"Nature. Well said, my immortal family will give you a Qingdan." Qiu Wu said faintly.
The storyteller sighed and did not leave in a hurry. He paced on the grand viewing platform, brewing emotions.
"Luo Chuan in the state of Tang was originally a concubine of the Luo family''s second house. When he first became famous, he was only 15 years old. He was another fairyland under the state of Tang, Yinchuan Wuhua city..."
In the rhythmic voice of the storyteller, everyone in the teahouse gradually immersed in a legendary story of the rise of youth.
Some of the monks who experienced the rise of Luochuan five years ago showed nostalgia, while others were afraid. The young monks who had just joined the Tao opened their mouths in surprise. First, the story of Luo Chuan was too incredible. Second, they also entered the practice world. But in the past year and a half, they have heard of many legendary figures in the practice world, but they have never heard of guru Luo.
"Guru Luo likes to wear a white cloth robe, which can be regarded as his symbol."
"He has made a wide range of friends. The two most famous friends are the wave heart sword immortal Zhou buchen and di Ming Hou Ye Ning Tianxing, including one armed xuanzun Lu daoran and empty Zen Taoist Kong Temple monk, who have also received his favor."
"At the highest time, guru Luo once topped the list of green immortals. Half of the six Taoist collections in the past were buried in his hands."
"Five years ago, someone in the cultivation world said that if guru Luo was still there, his strength might have reached the height of the four young kings."
The young disciples of the sect were stunned and looked incredible.
It is hard for them to imagine that there would be such a terrible figure in Tiannan practice world five years ago.
Friends with Zhou buchen and Ning Tian, Lu daoran and Kong Temple monks have all received his favor. Monks of the level of Sidao young gentleman... It''s sensational!
However, five years later, the man''s name was completely silent, at least they had never heard of it again.
How could such a person die? Why haven''t you heard of him?
A 15-year-old monk who built the foundation quietly asked the Taoist beside him, "master, is what the storyteller said true? Why has the disciple never heard of it?"
The monk in Zhendan state was silent and didn''t know what he was remembering. After a long time, he said: "Mingjing, you''ve heard the storyteller. Guru Luo was born in the empty mountain world and challenged the authority of Tianhua palace many times. In recent years, the empty mountain world has never recovered and survived the attack of Tianhua palace. There is almost only one last breath left. Up to now, except the friars of Tianhua palace, who dares to mention guru Luo. For a long time, no one has mentioned him, and his name and legend have changed Gradually withdrew from the stage of Tiannan practice world. "
"Yes, I am stupid." the young friar named Mingjing showed deep admiration and envy in his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "it turns out that there is such a figure in Tiannan region. He was only 15 years old when he became famous. He is also a member of the state of Tang. He is so powerful! If he was still alive now, I don''t know if he would be better in the empty mountain world..."
Before the mirror finished, a panic flashed in the Friar''s eyes and his heart was not good.
"Hum."
A cold hum came from the elegant room on the third floor, like the sound of thunder, echoing in the ears of Mingjing master and apprentice.
Both teachers and disciples spewed blood at the same time. They were frightened and frightened, and they didn''t dare to speak again.
"Even if he''s alive, hum, what''s more, he''s dead. Go on, storyteller. Go straight to the last part!" a touch of hatred flashed in Qiu Wu''s eyes.
Five years ago, he was one of the few survivors of Tianhua palace.
But even today, he has been promoted to the Deacon elder of the outer gate of Tianhua palace, he still can''t overcome the shadow five years ago.
Many details were hidden in the first battle of the white bone prison hall, but only the survivors knew how terrible master Luo was that year. He simply covered the sky, killed God when meeting God, and killed Buddha when meeting Buddha.
However, the best way to overcome the shadow is to get close to it. Qiu Wu volunteered to come to the state of Tang and had this plan.
Awed by Qiu Wu''s power, the monks in the teahouse all calmed down, sat down seriously and motionless, and no one dared to speak out again.
Mingjing, with red eyes, took the Huiyuan pill handed by the master and took the pill''s luck while wiping tears.
"Master, right..."
Before Mingjing finished, master smiled helplessly and stopped with his eyes.
Mingjing was wronged and angry.
Although he was a newborn calf, he was not afraid of tigers, but he also knew that even the patriarch of his sect could only retreat from the friars of Tianhua palace in the elegant room on the third floor.
Mingjing reluctantly clenched his fist, clenched his lips, turned his head, and didn''t want master to see his tears.
Just then, his eyes fell to the door, slightly stunned.
On an autumn afternoon, the breeze hit, and the plain white cloth robe rolled over the threshold of the teahouse.
A nine foot tall cloth robed friar walked slowly into the teahouse. His face was very young, but his eyes showed the vicissitudes of life that did not belong to his age.
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(I have to catch a long distance in the afternoon. I''m late. I''m sorry)