The autumn wind is cold, blowing a circle of ripples on the Rouge River.

Tang Guo, Bai Yujing.

On Dongguan Street, the most lively one, there were people coming and going as usual, and the restaurants and teahouses were full of people, most of whom were ordinary people.

Nowadays, the Tang Kingdom is no longer a small country in the past, with the frequent emergence of cultivators, especially those two once famous top geniuses, more and more sects and cultivators have begun to set their sights on the Tang Kingdom, and every year they have to hold a selection conference for immortal seedlings.

In just a few years, the Tang State has become a leader among medium-sized countries, and as long as it continues to develop with this momentum, it will become a large country in more than 100 years.

Therefore, in the streets and alleys of Bai Yujing, restaurants and teahouses, you can often see the unfathomable figure of the immortal family. Bai Yujing's men, women and children have gone from being fanatical and curious at the beginning, but now, they are no longer strange and have begun to treat them with a normal heart.

There are only two days left before this year's Immortal Seedling Selection Conference, and monks from all walks of life have also come to haunt Bai Yujing.

Dongguan Street, in a time-honored teahouse in the middle.

On the grand viewing platform, a tall and thin old man, wearing a clean and wrinkled ink-colored robe, was talking with his eyebrows fluttering.

"It is said that five years ago, in my Great Heaven Southern Domain Immortal Realm, there was a holy realm that broke the seal and was officially unlocked. That holy realm, called Qingchuan Jedi! For a while, the Quartet Immortals, the Bafang Real People, both at home and abroad, all went to Qingchuan to compete for that opportunity. At this moment, another earth-shattering event happened...... Ahem, I'll be here today, I want to know what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown!"

The old man's voice stopped abruptly. Pick up the tea bowl and take a big gulp.

As soon as I heard that the place where the rise was gone, the audience was not happy, complaining and complaining, and slapping the table.

"Old man Ji! You're not right! Play this trick every time! Believe it or not, Lao Tzu will never listen to it again today!"

"Yes, old man Ji, be kind! Stop at a critical moment every time! You are too appetizing!"

"Let's go on, what happened in the fairy world, uncle, I don't have the patience to wait another day!"

"Believe it or not, Lao Tzu demolished your shop!"

No matter how much trouble the listeners make, the storyteller is all smiling and smiling.

The noisy listeners were almost all Bai Yujing's martial arts cultivators, and their cultivation ranged from the Great Dan Realm to the Great Ethereal Realm. Besides. There are also half-step scattered masters. In the private seat of the teahouse, you can see the figures of Taoist robes, and the monks with a profound aura sit in the teahouse, together with mortals. Drinking inferior tea. Listen to the stories of the mortal world.

For the monks of all stripes. Listening to stories is a new thing, and this teahouse, whether in the martial arts circle or the monk circle of the Tang Kingdom. are quite famous.

Because the old storyteller in the teahouse didn't know where to get it, he actually knew about some major events that happened in the cultivation world. And he used the tone of the mortal world to describe the cultivation world, whether it was a commoner, a martial artist, or a monk, he liked to listen to it.

"One more paragraph. ”

At this time, from the private room on the third floor, a cold voice sounded.

The moment the voice sounded, all the sounds in the teahouse, as if covered by a cover, disappeared suddenly.

The ordinary people and warriors sitting in the hall on the first floor changed color, how could they not know that it was a high-ranking immortal who spoke.

And the monks in the second and third floors of the elegant seats also looked at each other.

Through the curtain of the private room, the monks saw several looming figures, and their eyes fell on the leader, and the monks all showed awe.

That monk's cultivation is as high as the first level of infant-incarnation.

Cultivation is still secondary, the key is his waist card, with three golden characters on it: Tianhua Palace!

Although five years ago, in the trial of the White Bone Heavenly Prison Palace, which has been unforgettable to many people so far, Tianhua Palace lost a group of outstanding disciples and more than a dozen overseas elders, and almost became a laughing stock. But with the opening of the Qingchuan, Tianhua Palace took the lead, and joined forces with overseas monks, and soon recovered its vitality, still sitting firmly on the throne of the first place in Tiannan, and there was a great tendency to encroach on the Void Mountain Realm of another major sect.

This Tianhua Palace monk, who was no stranger to everyone present, was surnamed Qiu Mingwu, and he was one of the few survivors of the White Bone Heavenly Prison Hall trial that year. After that, it was a blessing in disguise, and he was cultivated by Tianhua Palace, and in five years, he broke through from the fourth order of Zhendan to the first order of the infant, and became a deacon elder in the outer hall.

Now, in Bai Yujing, the people who are really in charge of the overall situation behind the scenes are Qiu Wu and his other third-order Tianhua Palace elder.

"Two junior sisters, I don't know what you want to hear. Qiu Wu smiled faintly and asked the woman beside him.

"It's all casual, the tea here stinks and tastes bad. Senior brother, let's go back early. A woman in Tsing Yi said coldly.

"Hehe, senior sister's words are wrong. Although the tea is unpalatable, the storyteller's joke is somewhat interesting. It's better to listen to another paragraph. Another woman in red chuckled.

The two women secretly glanced at each other, and there seemed to be nothing on the surface, but secretly they were jealous.

Qiu Wu saw all this in his eyes and smiled dumbly: "Don't fight." Just listen to the zuihou paragraph again, which is also the favorite part of the Tao, and every time the Tao comes, it must be heard. ”

"What's that?" the two women asked in unison.

A cold light flashed in Qiu Wu's eyes, and he didn't know hatred, but he was still proud, and looked down at the storyteller who was packing up: "zhanzhu." Tell me a little more...... The death of Guru Law. ”

The three words of Master Luo came out, and there was a sudden silence in the teahouse.

Some of the slightly older monks and warriors had complicated expressions, while those fledgling foundation building monks all showed curious expressions, obviously not having heard of the name Master Luo.

After a brief silence, the young monk asked the older monk beside him.

"Does this immortal really want to listen?" the storyteller slowly stopped his movements, raised his head, and looked at the private room.

"Naturally. Well said, this immortal family will give you a pure pill. Qiugo said lightly.

The storyteller sighed lightly, did not rush to leave, and paced on the grand viewing platform. Emotions are brewing.

"Luo Chuan of the Tang Kingdom, originally just the concubine of the Luo family's second mansion, when he first became famous, he was only fifteen years old, and it was another fairyland below the Tang Kingdom, Yinchuan Wuhua City, ......"

In the old storyteller's subdued voice, everyone in the teahouse was gradually immersed in a legendary story of the rise of a teenager.

Several monks who had experienced the rise of Luo Chuan five years ago, some showed a look of remembrance, and some of them were afraid. The young monks who had just entered the Dao opened their mouths in surprise, firstly because Luo Chuan's story was too incredible. Secondly. They can also be regarded as entering the cultivation world, but in the past year and a half, they have heard of many legendary figures in the cultivation world, but they have never heard of them. There is such a person as Guru Luo.

"Master Luo likes to wear a white cloth robe. It's also his trademark. ”

"He made a lot of friends. The two most famous friends are Langxin Sword Immortal Zhou Buchen and Di Ming Hou Ye Ning Tianxing, including the one-armed Xuanzun Lu Daoran, and the empty Zen Taoist monk of the empty temple. and all have received his favor. ”

"At the highest time, Master Luo was once at the top of the list of green immortals. And half of the six Daozang in the past were buried in his hands. ”

"Five years ago, someone in the cultivation world said that if Master Luo was still there, his strength might have reached the height of the Four Dao Shaojun. ”

The young sect disciples were dumbfounded when they heard this, and their faces were full of incredulity.

It was hard for them to imagine that in the Tiannan cultivation world five years ago, there would be such a terrifying figure.

and Zhou Buchen and Ning Tianxing were friends, Lu Daoran and the monks of the empty temple had all received his favors, monks of the level of the four young monarchs...... It's just sensational!

Now, five years later, the man's name has fallen completely silent, at least they have never heard of it again.

How could such a character die, and why hadn't you heard of him?

A fifteen-year-old Foundation Realm monk quietly asked the Taoist beside him, "Master, is what the storyteller said true?"

The monk of the True Dan Realm was silent, and he didn't know what he was recalling, and he said after a while: "Mingjing, you also heard what the storyteller said. Master Luo was born in the Void Mountain Realm, and he repeatedly challenged the authority of Tianhua Palace. Over the years, the Void Mountain Realm has been in a slump, and it has survived under the attack of Tianhua Palace, and there is almost only one breath left. To this day, apart from the monks of Tianhua Palace, who dares to mention Master Luo. After a long time, no one mentioned him again, and his name and legend gradually withdrew from the stage of the Tiannan cultivation world. ”

"yes. The disciple is stupid. The young monk named Ming Spiegel showed a deep admiration and envy in his eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "It turns out that there is really such a character in the Tiannan Region, he was only fifteen years old when he became famous, and he is also from the Tang Kingdom, so powerful! If he is still alive now, I don't know if the Void Mountain Realm will be better......

Before Spiegel finished speaking, panic flashed in the eyes of the monk on the side, and his heart was not good.

"Hmph. ”

A cold snort came from the private room on the third floor, like the sound of thunder, echoing in the ears of the master and apprentice of Spiegel.

The master and apprentice spurted blood at the same time, frightened and frightened, and did not dare to speak again.

"Even if he lives, hmph, what's more, he's dead. Storyteller, you keep talking. Let's talk about the zuihou part directly!" a flash of hatred flashed in Akigo's eyes.

Five years ago, he was one of the few survivors of Tianhua Palace.

But even today, he has been promoted to the elder of the deacon of the outer gate of Tianhua Palace, and he still can't overcome the shadow of five years ago.

In the battle of the White Bone Heavenly Prison Palace, many details were hidden, but only those survivors knew how terrifying Master Luo was that year, it was simply covering the sky with one hand, killing gods when encountering gods, and killing Buddhas when encountering Buddhas.

However, the best way to overcome the shadow is to approach it. Qiu Wu volunteered to come to the Tang Kingdom, and he had this plan.

Feared by the might of Qiu Wu, the monks in the teahouse all quieted down, sat solemnly, did not move at all, and no one dared to speak out again.

With red eyes, Spiegel took the Hui Yuan Dan handed by the master, wiping his tears while taking the Dan luck.

"Master, I'm not ......"

Before Spiegel finished speaking, the master smiled helplessly and stopped with his eyes.

Spiegel was both aggrieved and angry.

Although he is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, he also knows that even the sect master of his sect can only retreat in the face of the monks of Tianhua Palace in the private room on the third floor.

Spiegel clenched his fists unwillingly, bit his lips, and turned his head, not wanting his master to see his tears.

At this moment, his eyes fell to the door, slightly stunned.

On an autumn afternoon, a gentle breeze blows, and the plain white cloth robe rolls over the threshold of the teahouse.

A nine-foot-tall cloth-robed monk walked slowly into the teahouse, his face was very young, but his eyes showed the vicissitudes of his age.

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(I have to catch a long distance in the afternoon, and I am a little late in the evening, sorry) (to be continued......)