Time flies.

Three years later, Ryujin Island.

For the monks of the Seven Nights Realm, Dragon God Island was a holy place, at least for the Demon Dao monks. Before the Seven Nights Python slaughtered the Righteous Dao Sect of the Tianma Continent, in the eyes of the Righteous Path Monks of the Seven Nights Realm, Dragon God Island was also a holy place.

Now, of course, that has long since changed.

Although the Righteous Dao Sect of the Tianma Continent did not officially announce its withdrawal from the interface war, it repeatedly rejected the Demon Dao Sect's call to the Tianma Continent, at least it was a matter of disobedience, and every time it was a matter of coping, and it would never send a real main force to participate in the war.

In recent years, even such call-ups have simply stopped.

Because the interface war is basically in a "static" state, the Seven Nights Realm is two realms, and there is gradually an intention to return to the pre-war state of separation.

However, the current Dragon God Island is different from the past. In the past, Dragon God Island was always full of evil, horror and blood; At present, Longshen Island is quiet and quiet, like a paradise.

The blood pool where the Seven Nights Python condensed its flesh has already turned into a quiet inland lake, with sparkling surfaces and crystal clear water, a picturesque scenery.

On a small island in the middle of the lake, an old man is cooking tea.

The small red clay stove, the purple sand pot with oil, the small and delicate purple sand teacup, and the antique wood carving table all make people feel that they have entered the mundane world.

The old man sitting next to the desk was also "antique", wearing a kudzu robe, his beard and hair were all white, and his loose facial skin was scattered with age spots one by one. It's pretty stable.

The entire Dragon God Island was quiet, with only the occasional breeze blowing. Ripples on the surface of the lake.

Suddenly, above the sky. The light flashed, and two white figures appeared very abruptly over the small lake, the man was handsome and upright, the woman was beautiful and refined, and the general Yinghua was introverted, simple and quiet. It was Xiao Fan and Xin Lin and his wife.

Seeing the situation on the island in the middle of the lake, Xiao Fan smiled slightly and pressed the light. Went straight to the teahouse, lifted the hem of the robe, honestly and politely, and sat down, neither hugging fists nor greeting each other. Xin Lin stood behind him prettyly, quietly, without saying a word.

Xiao Fan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and watched the white-haired old man make tea very intently.

The white-haired old man's movements were still so calm and elegant. Every step was completed meticulously, and there was no emotional fluctuation due to the arrival of Xiao Fan and Xin Lin, as if from beginning to end. He was the only one here, slowly cooking fragrant tea.

In the past, in the mundane world, when he had not yet embarked on the path of cultivation. Xiao Fan also likes to boil tea and taste tea, and has a lot of research on tea ceremony.

The serene and elegant movements of the white-haired old man. It seemed that Xiao Fan instantly returned to a long time ago.

"In fact, there are many things in the world. It's worth our renewal. ”

The white-haired old man carefully poured a handful of fragrant tea leaves into the teacup, then lifted the purple clay pot, poured the soup into it, and said softly as if talking to himself.

"For example, the tea ceremony can cultivate the mind and cultivate the mind, and be quiet and far-reaching. Sometimes it's better than meditation retreats. Many colleagues are always impatient, blindly brave and diligent, and never willing to waste any effort on these seemingly boring things. It's also a mistake. ”

"Running too fast doesn't necessarily mean anything. Always stop at the right time, take some time, go back and savor the ups and downs of what you have experienced. The mood can be truly calm, and the effect is often counterproductive. ”

The old man said and coughed lightly.

"Yes."

Xiao Fan replied in a low voice, always with a faint smile on his face, but there was no superfluous half a word.

The old man glanced up at him, the afterglow swept over Xin Lin's face, lowered his head again, and continued to cook the tea soup meticulously, without any expression on his face.

Xin Lin frowned slightly.

This movement is extremely slight and fleeting.

The reason why Xin Lin frowned was that the white-haired old man was so quiet, he was obviously busy in front of her, and if he was not careful, he seemed to disappear into the air, and he couldn't sense his existence at all. If Xin Lin's cultivation was a little weaker, he would treat him as a phantom and think that he was in the phantom array.

Even if what she sees now is really true or not, she can't be completely sure.

After Xin Lin successfully stepped into the Enlightenment Period, this situation was really the first time she had encountered it.

Soon, the tea was cooked, and the old man picked up a small purple sand teacup with a bamboo clip and gently placed it in front of Xiao Fan, but ignored Xin Lin.

Xiao Fan picked up the teacup, took a sip slowly, nodded lightly, and said with a smile: "Good tea." ”

"It's good tea."

The white-haired old man was not modest, and nodded yes.

"Daoyou may not know that the old man has really spent a lot of effort in cultivating this hundred ninja tea, almost three hundred years before and after. Not long ago, when I had just successfully cultivated, I received an invitation from a Taoist friend. Therefore, Daoyou is the first person to taste this tea. ”

Xiao Fan smiled and said, "Xiao is honored." ”

The white-haired old man also took a sip of the teacup, his eyes were slightly closed, and he tasted it carefully, then nodded with satisfaction, opened his eyes, put down the teacup, and the seemingly cloudy old eyes slowly fixed on Xiao Fan's face, and after looking at it for a long time, he sighed softly.

"The aura on Daoyou's body is so peculiar...... The Ancestor has indeed fallen. ”

Xiao Fan smiled slightly, but did not answer.

After showing Xuanyuan Old Monster, Mr. Guan Yin and others the Seven Night Python's natal blade, he felt that there was no need to explain this question.

Believe it or not, that's their business.

After a while, the white-haired old man said, "Fellow Daoist is here, what is the matter?" ”

"Strike the army, negotiate peace, trade, and swear!"

Xiao Fan said concisely.

The white-haired old man's eyelids twitched slightly, and he said slowly: "Fellow Daoists should know that what you ask for is not easy. ”

Xiao Fan chuckled lightly and said, "As long as the method is correct, it is not very difficult." ”

The white-haired old man frowned slightly, and asked, "What is the correct method?" ”

"Talk to the right thing at the right time, in the right place, with the right people."

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "The time and place are correct, but whether things are correct or not, maybe the old man's opinion is different from that of Daoyou." ”

"What's the difference?"

"Do you think that as long as the Ancestor of this realm falls, the Seven Nights Realm will definitely make peace with the Nanzhou Continent?"

The white-haired old man's eyes gradually became sharper, and he was no longer the cloudy and godless appearance he had before.

Xiao Fan shook his head and said, "Hundred Ninja Daoist friends are wrong, what Xiao said about the dismissal of the army and the four things does not only mean that this should be done between the Seven Nights Realm and the Nanzhou Continent, but also between the Seven Nights Realm and the High Ancient Realm. On the day the covenant was made, the Seven Nights Realm would completely withdraw from the Nanzhou Continent and the High Ancient Realm and restore the previous situation. After this is over, Xiao will immediately set off and go to the Blood Spirit Continent and the Xuanwu Realm, and ask the two sides to stop fighting and make peace. From now on, the Somo Realm, the Seven Nights Realm, the High Ancient Realm, the Xuanwu Realm and the Middle Earth Realm must all coexist peacefully, trade with each other in friendship and share resources. ”

"In this way, wouldn't the world be harmonious and civilization prosperous?"

"Who do you think you are? Savior? ”

Before the white-haired old man could speak, a dull voice like thunder sounded very suddenly.

On the surface of the lake not far away, the waves were surging, and a figure parted from the water and appeared. This person is dressed in blue-black armor, wearing a blue-black helmet, two short golden horns, poking out from both sides of the helmet, with a wide mouth and sharp teeth, a big nose and long beard, and a swarthy Fangtian painting halberd in his left hand, which looks majestic and murderous, and a breath of ancient barbarism is rushing to his face.

As soon as the Golden Horn Great Han Fu appeared, he stared at Xiao Fan viciously, and did not hide the murderous intent boiling in his heart at all.

"It turned out to be a friend of Nanminghai's Wujiao Dao."

Xiao Fan glanced at him, bowed slightly, and looked relaxed, as if he didn't take this person seriously at all.

This golden-horned man has a domineering spirit, as if he has reached the peak state of the middle stage of enlightenment, and his mana is far above the old monster Xuanyuan who had fought with Xiao Fan. On the list of invitations issued by Xiao Fan, he ranked fourth, and was honored as the "King of Wujiao" by the sea clans in the Seven Nights Realm.

In detail, Wu Jiao can also be regarded as a descendant of the Tianlong clan, but the bloodline is a little mixed and impure, and it is said that the Wu Jiao of the Seven Nights Realm still has the blood of the blood scale dragon.

But this does not prevent the Wujiao clan from emerging extremely powerful people.

This Wujiao King is like a sea, just in his heyday, he has a great opportunity in the future to break through the bottleneck of the middle stage of Wuling and set foot in the late realm.

It is precisely because of this that Xiao Fan's indispensable attitude suddenly made King Wujiao furious, only to feel a wave of anger, rising from the soles of his feet, rushing straight to the top door, and immediately raised the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, slammed it down, and shouted: "Junior, do you really think that after killing the ancestor with trickery, you will really be invincible in the world?" ”

"If you want to unify the five interfaces, you have to have that ability!"

The corners of Xiao Fan's mouth twitched, a smile floated up, and with a faint sneer, he said: "Then what kind of ability does Your Excellency think you need to be able to unify the five interfaces?" The Seven Nights Python had such a delusion, but unfortunately now he is dead and laughing for the world. Xiao never thought that he wanted to dominate the world. I just want to stop this pointless cannibalism between the various interfaces. The way of cultivating the truth is to pursue happiness and immortality, not to cultivate stronger killing skills. What good is it that you kill me and I kill you? ”

"Hmph, you don't talk about benevolence and morality with me here. This kind of is nonsense at all. The cultivation realm is the law of the jungle, what should not be done? Since Your Excellency dares to challenge so many of our colleagues with the power of one person, let me have a good experience of what kind of means you have! ”

The Wujiao King shouted, and his murderous aura overflowed.

At the same time, figures appeared around the island in the middle of the lake, some were very close, some were far away, more than a thousand zhang away, but no matter how far or near, these more than a dozen masters above the middle stage of Wuling had already faintly taken a position to encircle Xiao Fan and Xin Lin. (To be continued......)