When the night completely covered the earth, the high-level officials of the two holy places sitting in the Taixuan Hall walked out one after another.

Of course, according to the usual practice, the high-level executives who have always been good friends will leave together and arrange corresponding accommodation.

After a while, the high-level leaders of the two holy lands left accordingly, while the masters of the two holy lands still stayed in the Taixuan Palace.

"Brother Xu, it's not too early now, shouldn't the two of us leave too?"

Chang Xuan Zhenren stood up, his somewhat reddened cheeks covered with a warm smile.

Hearing this, Xu Zhitian still sat on the seat without moving, and didn't seem to have the intention of leaving immediately.

He frowned slightly, looked a little hesitant, hesitated for a moment, and then raised his head and waved his hand and said, "Brother He, wait, the old man has a lot of doubts in his heart now, and I want to ask Brother He to answer." ”

Doubt?

Changxuan Zhenren smiled stunned, looked at Xu Zhitian, who had a solemn look in his eyes, and slowly sat down again.

Xu Zhitian, this old guy, is wishful thinking, he can naturally think of it.

It is nothing more than why the Holy Son Li Changming changed his cultivation of the sword, and what kind of sacredness is the predecessor he talked about before.

However, this matter is very important, even if Xu Zhitian asks sincerely, he must not say it.

You must know that Xu Zhitian ruined the Qing cultivation of Master Ye under the mountain, and he became a sinner in the Taixuan Holy Land.

Therefore, he would never tell Xu Zhitian any news about that Ye Master Ancestor!

Although Changxuan Zhenren thought so, he still said out of politeness: "Brother Xu, our two holy places have been friends for thousands of years, and the friendship between you and the old man is also here. ”

"Brother He, since you said so, the old man won't hide it. ”

Xu Zhitian looked at Changxuan Zhenren and nodded, and then said unreservedly: "The old man wants to know, who instructed your Holy Son of Taixuan Holy Land to change his sword path, and who is the predecessor you said before?"

Hearing this, the smile on Chang Xuan Zhenren's face did not fade, but he shook his head slightly.

Sure enough, it was exactly what he thought.

Xu Zhitian has been thinking about this problem tonight.

"Brother Xu, how should I talk about this matter. ”

Changxuan Zhenren thought it was difficult, sighed slightly, and said slowly: "Actually...... Actually, this senior in the old man's mouth is a senior in my Taixuan Holy Land, as for who this senior is, please forgive the old man for not being able to tell him. ”

Xu Zhitian frowned, and then asked sharply: "As far as the old man knows, there are only a few Supreme Elders in your Taixuan Holy Land, could it be someone else?"

Changxuan Zhenren smiled, there was no flaw in his expression, he just smiled and said: "Brother Xu, this matter is about the news about this senior who has passed 100,000 years to my Taixuan Holy Land, please forgive the old man for not being able to tell you, so you still don't embarrass the old man." ”

Seeing Changxuan Zhenren's insistent look, Xu Zhitian nodded, then got up and walked straight out of the Taixuan Palace.

Obviously, although Xu Zhitian seemed to be relaxed in both his expression and his words, he was depressed for most of the day, but he never got any answers, so his mood was naturally not better.

Changxuan Zhenren looked at Xu Zhitian's back as he left, and a peaceful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After that, he got up again and came to the front of the courtyard of the Taixuan Palace, standing with his hands in his hands.

He looked up at the night sky with the moon hanging high and the stars shining, and his heart was full of emotion for a while.

It has been thousands of years since he became the holy lord of the Taixuan Holy Land, and I have to say that the Taixuan Holy Land, which has been inherited for hundreds of thousands of years and surpasses the mortal world for hundreds of thousands of years, has been in decline since the development of the founding of the mountain.

You must know that according to the records of the classics of the Library Pavilion, the Taixuan Holy Land used to be at its most glorious and prosperous, and there were nearly 100,000 disciples in the door, but now it is only tens of thousands.

Not only that, at that time, it can be said that there were many heavenly pride, otherwise there would not be a record of nearly a dozen people flying to the upper realm.

And now, the spiritual energy in the Taixuan Holy Land has begun to show a lack of decline, and there are even fewer cultivators who can appear in the several spiritual lands.

It's just that he never expected that because Master Ye's identity gradually surfaced unintentionally, the entire Taixuan Holy Land finally took off.

First, he cultivated several cultivators for Lingjian Peak with his supernatural powers, and gifted Lu Wushuang calligraphy with endless opportunities, and then instructed his holy son Li Changming to change his kendo.

Finally, with a landscape painting, he gave countless luck to the entire Taixuan Holy Land, so as to stop the decline in the development of the Taixuan Holy Land.

Nowadays, the development prospects of the Taixuan Holy Land can be described as very good.

You must know that since he brought back the "Taixuan Changqing Map", he could clearly feel that the aura in the Taixuan Holy Land had begun to become rich and refined.

And whether it is Lu Wushuang, who is about to become the saintess of the Taixuan Holy Land, or Li Changming, the holy son who has changed his kendo, the attainments of the two in the way of the sword can be said to have advanced by leaps and bounds.

Thinking of this, Changxuan Zhenren's eyes couldn't help but moisten a little.

At the same time, he couldn't help muttering to himself: "It's really thanks to Master Ye, otherwise the old man might have become a sinner of the Holy Land for the ages!"

......

The next day, early in the morning.

By the time the sky had just turned white, hundreds of disciples of the Miscellaneous Servants Peak had already come to the square below the Taixuan Palace, and began to arrange the Huiwu platform and the grandstand in an orderly manner......

In this way, nearly three hours passed, waiting for the hundreds of disciples of the Miscellaneous Servant Peak to leave.

I saw that the open square was dotted with martial platforms, and on both sides were stands that could accommodate 200 people.

It was almost noon, and the core disciples of the two holy lands and the true disciples gathered in the square.

As Changxuan Zhenren and Xu Zhitian spoke one after another according to the usual practice, the core disciples of the two holy lands and the true disciples began to ascend the martial arts platform one after another to learn Dao martial arts.

Of course, in order to motivate the core disciples and true disciples of the two holy lands, the Taixuan Holy Land, as the organizer, will also come up with corresponding rewards.

As for the two Holy Masters of the Holy Land, Changxuan Zhenren and Xu Zhitian, they waited until the martial arts began, and then went to the back mountain of the Taixuan Holy Land to compete in chess.

The back mountain of Taixuan Mountain.

Here, the green trees are like waves, the green bamboo is lined up, and the aura is full of energy, which is an excellent secluded place.

Changxuan Zhenren and Xu Zhitian came to a pavilion, and then sat opposite each other, and in the center of the two of them was a very clumsy-looking chessboard.

"Brother Xu, I heard that your attainments in chess have improved by leaps and bounds, according to the old man's opinion, let's not win any prizes this time, right?"

Having said that, Chang Xuan Zhenren had a quiet smile on his face.

"Brother He, there is no color, and this chess contest is too much less fun. ”

Xu Zhitian smiled indifferently, waved his hand and said, "It's better to be like this, how about the old man let you have five sons today?"

"Five sons?"

Chang Xuan Zhenren blinked, and his face couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

Although he was very surprised, there was no ripple in Chang Xuan Zhenren's heart.