The high space above 10,000 meters is surrounded by clouds and mist, gathering into the sea.

Higher and higher, 10,000 meters above 10,000 meters in the sky, but there is a chaotic black silence.

Ordinary Upper Three Realm cultivators are here, and even their divine sense is difficult to hold.

Suddenly, in this chaotic Hongmeng, faint ripples floated, waving microwaves.

But nothing appeared, and everything was as silent as before, as silent as it had been for thousands of years.

But there seemed to be something in this chaotic darkness.

Like a pair of eyes, swimming back and forth, tumbling in the chaos of Hongmeng, looming, flickering and disappearing.

This pair of eyes seems to carry thousands of forms, always staring down, thousands of meters below, no joy or sorrow, just looking.

In the ancestral hall of Yiyun Peak, the old people on the three wooden chairs on the left and right are all monks of the Yiyun ancestral vein who can afford the word "ancestor", and stomping their feet is no less than a landslide earthquake in Yiyun Peak.

And one of the old men was also the old man who had spoken out to ask questions before, and the old man who had set up a seat in the larger and more spacious ancestral hall away from Tianfeng.

At this time, the six old men were all quietly looking at the chubby old man in the front, and even some nervousness that had not appeared for many years.

The chubby old man at the front was looking intently at the open thin booklet on the wooden table in front of him, and the words "Mu Qingxing" on the thin booklet were particularly eye-catching.

The chubby old man looked at the three words, but his eyes seemed to have penetrated the name, the pamphlet that carried the name, the room and a half, and even the void, and arrived at the unnamed situation.

The old man, who hadn't moved for a long time, suddenly blinked.

The hearts of the six old men were suddenly touched again.

The old man on the far left is named Mu Xingyun, one of the only two remaining old men in the Mu family.

The old man's cultivation is actually not high, at least equal to the rest of the old man at the long table, the Xuan Empress period.

But this is the ancestral hall, not the council hall of another peak, whoever has a big fist can have a loud voice.

The ancestral hall has always been about seniority, whose name is written high on the ancestral genealogy, whose chair can be ranked first.

It just so happened that his Mu Xingyun's seniority was high, very high, so high that there was only one person in the entire Yiyun Peak ancestral lineage ranked above him.

The chubby old man Mu Xinglie, the main vein of Yiyun Peak, the surname of the three realms, the strong man in the three realms.

Mu Xingyun watched Mu Xinglie's soul return to the deity, and said with nervousness and expectation in his eyes: "Senior brother, how is it?"

Mu Xinglie did not immediately answer his junior brother, but closed his eyes tightly.

Mu Xingyun's heart chuckled, and he suddenly got stuck in his throat.

Mu Xingyun, who closed his eyes and opened them in an instant, stretched out his hand and closed the yellowed thin book, and nodded slowly.

Yiyun Peak's council hall has only one floor, but this floor is more than ten meters huge.

The glazed tiles of the cornices and the stone brick walls with a width of more than one meter all show the magnificent spirit of one of the six main veins of the Heavenly Sect.

Regarding the main vein hall of Yiyun Peak, there are also a lot of interesting things on the mountain, which are widely spread.

It is rumored that this is not the case with the previous Yiyunfeng Assembly Hall, but a more complex pavilion and pavilion with clustered buildings.

In a certain decision on the division of interests of their respective branches, for some reason, the two most powerful branch peak masters were dissatisfied with the division of interests of the other.

It is not an ordinary trivial matter to have a relationship with the interests of a whole vein in the next ten years, so the two peak masters who are over 100 years old quarrel regardless of their identities.

It just so happened that these two were notoriously short-tempered, coupled with the surrounding vein peak masters, and they were dissuaded like a hilarious one.

The two of them even fought hard, and it was also a verification of the wise saying of Mu Xinglie, the main vein of Yiyun Peak, that he could do his best not to move.

At first, both of them had a small fight with spare energy, but for some reason, one of the peak masters broke out the troubles of the other peak master in public.

This is worth it, you must know that the monks who watch the excitement are all well-known figures in Yiyun's lineage, and the peak master who was exposed to the trouble still wants to lose face?

The fake fight becomes the real fight, and it is the kind that leaves no stone unturned.

According to the facts, halfway up the main peak of Yiyun that day, it was crowded with monks watching the excitement, and as for the cultivation above the Xuanhuang on the top of the mountain, it was not to see the excitement, but to affect the pond fish.

The two Xuanhuang peak monks who made a big move, there was no protective formation enchantment protection measures at the top of the main peak of Yiyun.

The final result was a mess, and even the plaque of "Meditation and Deliberation" hanging on the eaves of the council hall was beaten and disappeared.

The reason why there was no protective formation was built, who would have thought that a well-known person who could put down a chair in the council hall would be so disrespectful of face and fight like a child snatching food?

The previous sect master of the Litian Sect, who rushed to hear the news, reprimanded the two of them sharply, and then stopped.

However, this interesting story was laughed at by the remaining monks of the Heavenly Sect and has not disappeared for decades.

After Mu Xinglie came out of the customs, he saw that the hall was completely destroyed and actually said three good words in a row.

As a result, there is now this one-story rebuilt council hall.

The bricks and tiles used in the construction of the council hall alone are a kind of iron salt stone abundant in the rotten salt and sand area of Nanzhou, which has only two advantages, one is expensive and the other is hard.

After the completion of the new meeting hall, Mu Xinglie was not satisfied.

After testing its stability with his own hands, he gave a result of "it can only be broken with three punches in the ordinary three realms".

In the center of the entrance of the newly built council hall was also hung with an iron hook of Mu Xinglie's pen, and the six-character long plaque written "can be used to make no words".

As for the two protagonists who caused all this, one is named Mu Yannu and the other is Jin Zaishan.

The fate of these two was particularly tragic, and they were punished to guard the door of the council hall for ten years.

Murong Yu, who had returned from Tongtian Road, went straight to the meeting hall on the top of the mountain.

Towards the door, one left and one right, the two middle-aged monks of nearly 100 years who stood in their armor arched their hands and said, "Uncle Mu, Uncle Jin." ”

Uncle Mu is Mu Yannu, and Uncle Jin is Jin Zaishan.

Mu Yannu acted as if he hadn't heard it, with an iron face, looking ahead, and ignoring it.

Fortunately, Murong Yu did not come to the council hall once or twice, and he was already familiar with this Uncle Mu's temperament.

Jin Zaishan nodded with a big grin at Murong Yu.

Compared with the previous Patriarch Hall, the Council Hall made Murong Yu exhale lightly, not so depressed.

I found the lowest chair and sat on it, but my heart was strangely heavy, and all I had in my mind was the scene on the ferry of the Famous Sect.

Suddenly turning his head, he noticed that there was an old man on the wooden chair opposite him, an old man with a slightly chubby body.