It won't be just a few people who have lost their souls.

To put it simply, their souls are not lost because they have not seen much of the world and are making a fuss.

It's the incident itself that really makes people very uneasy.

It is impossible for any cultivator, as long as he is a cultivator, to remain calm in such a situation! If he can, then he is by no means calm, but he is either stupid or stupid, or stupid or stupid!

And how can a person who can cultivate all the way to the ground level be stupid and stupid?

Therefore, when Xu Yishan came to the Juxing Building, he was stunned all the way, even Gan Congshi!

Gan Congshi himself has become much younger, if you really want to talk about the big changes, in fact, he is still far above Xu Yishan. But to put it a little heart-wrenching, who is he, and who is Xu Yishan?

He is just a mediocre ground-level qi introduction realm, and Xu Yishan has already completed the ground-level level.

The two of them are moving forward again, can the nature be the same?

It should be said that if there is no Xu Yishan, Gan Congshi will be the "brightest star in the night sky" today and the most beautiful boy in the audience.

But when Xu Yishan arrived.

No one cares what the Gan Compliment is all about, at least not for the time being.

"Brother Yishan, you ...... Are you finally taking that step?" In the silence of the field steps, in the end, it was Nan Pingxiu, the sect leader of the Lanshui Sect, who broke the silence.

And her question was exactly the same as the question that the master of the Four Seas Gate was outside just now.

This is actually the mind of all the people present!

"That step is not difficult, but you have to cross thousands of rivers and mountains first. Xu Yishan smiled, "Nanping Sect Master, you are now in ten thousand waters." Somewhere, for my brother, I am a few steps ahead of you for the time being, and I am wandering among the thousands of mountains, but it is far from a matter of time and a half to think of the mountain. ”

As soon as this head opened, next, a group of steps, like a group of aunts buying vegetables in the vegetable market, surrounded Xu Yishan, the stall owner.

Some ask you if this dish is fresh.

Some ask you how much this dish costs a pound.

Some ask if your scale is missing two pounds.

Some ask if you buy more discounts?

Xu Yishan was not annoyed, not impatient, and stood there with flowers, just laughing.

It's really a smile to welcome guests from all directions.

He also answered all the questions of the people.

But after a while, all the ground steps also knew that no matter whether Xu Yishan wanted to say anything or not, it was impossible for them to ask anything in this situation. And the biggest information they know is that Xu Yishan did not take that step.

But Xu Yishan's cultivation has made great progress.

This nonsense, if you don't go to the next level, you won't be surprised by all the friends.

Finally, after the atmosphere in the field calmed down a little, Xu Yishan began to control the field, called the master of Sihaimen, and signaled that the master could serve the food.

Regarding the matter of serving, the owner of Sihaimen has a lot of new information and wants to communicate with Xu Yishan, but there is no problem in putting out the cold dishes prepared in advance.

In view of the fact that there are a lot of guests, it is slightly beyond Sihaimen's original expectations, mainly because there are too many old guys rubbing rice and being shameless.

Originally, the event was planned to be held in a certain hall, but now it is directly in the open air.

Juxinglou was originally a large-scale activity venue, similar to a large park in someone's previous life, with all kinds of pavilions, flowers, trees, and even open spaces.

In an open space near the center of the Star Tower, all the guests stood in a scattered position, waiting for the food to be served.

What dish?

Coleslaw!

To hold the "Taoist Poetry Competition", it is natural to let people know what "Taoist poetry" is.

As a result, the twenty poems in the Qingyun Road were taken out by Sihaimen, but only half of them were taken out!

Ten poems, just like that, in the form of a "billboard", were solemnly presented by the person who served the food.

The manpower is carefully selected.

Sihaimen originally did not intend to highlight itself too much in this event, but now, of course, there is no more, but in such an event, the façade must not be lost.

The façade is the face.

Therefore, the people carrying the floor-to-ceiling large "billboards" are in groups of two and two, and each group is different.

Some are a pair of old men, not only pale faces, but also the kind of Huafa.

Some of them looked like they were about sixty, and they were majestic, and the guests on the ground level could see at a glance that both of them were good at opening up the realm.

Some are people in their thirties and forties, in a group, here they are shrewd and capable, and they are calm and honest there.

Then, there are young juniors in their prime.

There are also children who have not yet started their cultivation and have only practiced for a few years.

An all-round display from old to young!

All the ground steps also slowly collected their minds at this time, temporarily detached from the shock that Gan Congshi and Xu Yishan brought to them, and looking at the ten groups of people in the Four Seas Gate, many of them couldn't help but nod slightly in approval.

Regardless of whether Sihaimen is carefully selected or not, the fact is that these people are good!

The old ones seem to have read all the glitz and glamour of the world, and the few ones are waiting to open a new chapter. From old to young, under different ages, there are different temperaments.

And every kind of temperament is remarkable.

"This curtain is lifted, bright!" Even Xu Yishan nodded secretly in his heart.

All 10 billboards were placed on the ground, separated in the middle of the open space, and then stood there like hangers.

But what kind of trick is Sihaimen?

Everyone is still confused.

Because every hanger is hung up with "clothes", I can't figure out what is going on inside.

"Lord Xu, please move and uncover the first Taoist poem tablet!" The master of the Four Seas Gate came to Xu Yishan's side at this time, bowed slightly, and stretched out his hand to signal.

Xu Yishan bowed slightly, and his expression was simple.

And as he moved past, the audience was silent, regardless of the guest of honor.

It seems that everyone else has been frozen into sculptures by time, and Xu Yishan is the only one who is strolling by the riverside of this time.

A group of juniors, some may not know what the situation is.

But they are all sensitive.

At the very least, be sensitive to the sensations of the air engine.

The silence and solemnity in the field were brought about by the ground, and then they also transmitted this silence and solemnity to everyone on the scene.

At this moment, when a needle really landed, it was clearly audible.

Xu Yishan didn't smile or anything, he was also very serious with some solemnity, and slowly tore off the cover on the first tablet.

The tablet is made of wood.

In the focus of all the eyes on the scene, when the concealment was no longer obscured, everyone also saw what was engraved on the tablet.

A lily and a flat boat, a zhang of fishing wire and an inch of hook.

A song and a bowl of wine, one person occupies a sandbank.

This "Taoist poem" is the first of the twenty poems on the Qingyun Road, and it is also used by Sihaimen as the first poem of the view, and this one is also engraved by the master of Sihaimen himself.

That word, at first glance, is vigorous and powerful.

If it were a different occasion, Xu Yishan would probably smile and say, "Gu, this should be your handwriting, right?"

But then, after tearing off the veil, he just walked away quietly a few steps so that everyone in the room could see what the tablet was written on.

Indeed, at this time, Xu Yishan was not the focus.

No matter how "heavenly and human" he is, at this moment, the center and center of gravity naturally fall on the stele.

There are children, who are already watching and reciting the content softly.

The little boy standing beside Nan Pingxiu was originally muttering to herself, which was probably a habit of her when she looked at things, but at this time, when the audience was silent, her immature voice seemed to fall from the sky.

It seemed to come from a distant wind.

brought a kind of mystery, a kind of unseen before, into the audience.