On the bluestone slab of the mountain pavilion, an oil-paper umbrella is held above the head.

Wang Yuyan stopped to fold the flowers, and the snowflakes were melted by the heat, wetting the white satin.

This is a plum blossom forest on Thunder Drum Mountain, and the jade-colored petals of the trees bloom proudly in the snow. Wang Yuyan, who has been living in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, has never seen thousands of silver flowers blooming in the wind and snow, and the plum blossoms that have been swept down by the wind have turned into a part of the snow and blended into the wind and snow.

Wang Yuyan's mood was very messy, in the chase of flowers and snow, she put the broken flower branch in her hand next to her nose, sniffed it carefully, and the fragrance of plum blossoms made Wang Yuyan's mood seem to slowly calm down.

"Are you feeling better?" Wei Ran asked.

"Well," Wang Yuyan nodded, "My mother never told me that I still have a living grandfather." ”

"Your mother didn't tell you, there must be her reason." Wei Ran comforted softly, although this sentence is very far-fetched, but it is very effective for a very simple little girl like Wang Yuyan.

"But for any reason, she refuses to even mention it to her daughter." It's a pity that Wang Yuyan, who is smart in ice and snow, is not so easy to fool, but it has also had an effect, and her mood is slightly better.

"Yu Yan." At this moment, a slightly trembling voice came from the distance, Wu Yazi sat on top of a wooden wheelchair, towering in the wind and snow, and behind him was Su Xinghe.

There is no cliff with a long beard of three feet, each one is white, the face is like a crown of jade, and there is no wrinkle, the age is obviously not small, but he is still radiant and elegant. There is no Yazi in the age of the dragon, but the style has not diminished, no wonder Tianshan Tong and Li Qiushui are in love with it.

Relatively speaking, although Su Xinghe is also a Dao bone immortal, he stands with Wu Yazi, but he is like Wu Yazi's father, showing his old age and gray hair. The skin on the face is already wrinkled.

"Grandpa, why did you come out?" Wang Yuyan was very natural, without the slightest sense of awkwardness, and walked over. Cover the hand of the cliffless -

Time passes, the white horse passes, and in a blink of an eye, a month has passed, and in this month, no matter the world. Shaolin Temple held a martial arts conference to discuss the fight against the public enemy of martial arts - Wei Ran, but he never thought that it would attract the echo of many people.

The envoys sent to Dali by the Great Song Dynasty, Western Xia, Tubo, Great Liao and other countries were all turned away. Then these national forces had to shift their attention to the martial arts conference held in the Shaolin Temple.

Shaolin has spread the news to the rivers and lakes, and the conference will be held at noon on January 1, when Wei Ran will come.

January 1 is the Spring Festival, and the town at the foot of Mt. Shomuro is already bustling with activity on the eve.

"Duan Lang. You slow down. A woman in a black gauze dress, with a slender back, and a bush of black hair in a girl's outfit, said softly.

"Sister Wan, we are brother and sister, you should call me brother." It was a scholar in a moonlight robe who replied. These two people are Duan Yu and Mu Wanqing.

"I don't want to be a brother or sister with you, you will always be my Duan Lang." Mu Wanqing looked a little aggrieved and said stubbornly.

"Sister Wan, you better go back, this Shaolin Conference is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you will lose your life. Duan Yu shook his head helplessly, looking hesitant.

"Why did you come when you knew it was dangerous? Duan Lang, let's go back, don't care about the world anymore, don't ask about the throne anymore, I will go back to find a place where no one will find out, and we will live our free life. All right? Mu Wanqing grabbed Duan Yu and persuaded him.

"This time, I have to go." Duan Yu looked at his hands, "Wei Ran's martial arts are too strong, Master Kurong and others passed on the skills of one body to me, and let me practice the Duan family's peerless "Six Veins Divine Sword", just for this martial arts conference, I can't let them down." ”

"Your Duan family clan has not died a single person, it's just that there is no country and no Dali country, you ask yourself, do you really want revenge?" Mu Wanqing pointed to Duan Yu's chest.

"I" Duan Yu was speechless for a while.

"Little brother, please come over and talk about it." At this time, on a wine table placed outside, an elegant man was eating wine.

Duan Yu looked at it, had a good impression, and walked over, "In the next Duan Yu, brother Tai is polite." ”

"In Xia Qiao Feng." Qiao Feng arched his hand.

Qiao Feng had already returned to the Great Song Dynasty from Dali half a month ago, and the impact of the trip to Dali on Qiao Feng was very great.

"The old immortal of the stars, the mana is boundless. The magic power is vast, and the law drives the Central Plains. On Shaomu Mountain, there was a lot of people, and nearly 1,000 people shouted a slogan at the same time, which overshadowed most people at once.

An old man stood in front of the crowd, with flowing silver hair, often shoulder-length beard, and a free fan that was unforgettable.

At this time, several men wearing official uniforms of the Great Song Dynasty and knives at their waists walked over, "Get out of the way, this place is empty, and our court will use it." ”

"What kind of thing are you, you dare to let the old fairy get out of the way?" "That is, only others have to make way for the old immortals, how can there be old immortals who give way to others." "You guys improve and get out, when the old immortal gets angry, you will die."

Ding Chunqiu had been watching coldly, and snorted coldly, "You are from the Great Song Dynasty?" It's so bold that you dare to let the old immortal embezzle the magic frame and make way for you, do you know who the old immortal is. Get out of here, don't lose your life. ”

The two people from the Song court glanced at each other, but they didn't move their steps.

"Okay, it seems that the reputation of the old immortal is not very easy to use in the Central Plains, I went down to the underworld and met the king of Hades, don't blame the old immortal for not showing mercy." Ding Chunqiu's eyes froze, and the right cuff waved to the two in front of him, and the white powder quickly walked towards them under the urging of internal force.

"It's so majestic." However, at this moment, a strong wind struck, and the white powder turned back the same way, heading towards Ding Chunqiu at a faster speed.

"What?" Ding Chunqiu was horrified and wanted to move to dodge, but found that he seemed to be in the mire, unable to break free for a while, and his movements were particularly slow.

"Ahh Ding Chunqiu let out a miserable scream, and the white powdery object touched Ding Chunqiu, making a snorting sound, and wisps of green smoke came out of his body.

Ding Chunqiu's thousand 'shrimp soldiers and crab generals', seeing the old immortal's miserable situation, all glanced at each other, and hurriedly threw down the things in their hands. Scattered in a hurry.

"Ancestor!" The two Song court soldiers bowed their hands.

The one who came was the sunflower ancestor who rejuvenated -

At the foot of Shaomuro Mountain, piles of people have taken root, not only with the imperial courts of various countries, but also with all forces.

At this point, they seemed to have reached an agreement. There weren't too many conflicts, and they were all on their own turf.

On the first of January, it was close to noon.

Not a small Shaomu Mountain is overcrowded at this time, and there are more people and horses stationed under the mountain, and this martial arts conference in front of you can be said to be the best in ancient and modern times. There has never been such a grand gathering on the rivers and lakes, almost all the forces in the world have gathered, and many unheard of hidden sects have appeared here one by one.

"Are you all there?" Wei Ran was at the foot of Shaomu Mountain at this time, and mysterious fluctuations spread out around him with his center of gravity.

"There are four people in the innate realm?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows, "There is another person who is extremely special, his mental strength is extremely strong, and his internal strength is mediocre. ”

Wei Ran used spiritual power, the spiritual power of preliminary comprehension, although it was preliminary comprehension. But with the bonus of the overclocking brain, it is extremely strong.

"Mental power and spirit really originate from the soul, and under the drive of mental power, the diffusion range of spiritual power is unexpectedly broad. Moreover, the mental power is closely related to the human brain, and the stronger the brain, the stronger the mental power will be, and vice versa. ”

When Wei Ran's spiritual power roughly swept Shaomu Mountain, the four innate masters who were discovered by Wei Ran condensed their breaths at the same time.

Shaomu Mountain, one of the people of the Great Song Dynasty.

"It's him! Did he break through the innate nature? There was no way that the power of his divine sense was so powerful. Sunflower Ancestor's body shook suddenly. Incredible Word.

"Since it has been discovered, it is up to you, so let's all come out." Wei Ran's eyes closed slightly, and his overclocking brain was running rapidly. The spiritual power turned into radio waves, and a piece of information that needed to be understood was passed out.

Using spiritual power to transmit information is something that ordinary innate martial artists can't imagine at all, and only Wei Ran, who has an overclocking brain, can be so perverted. It can be quickly woven at the moment when the mental power is released.

The spiritual power of weaving information spreads rapidly in Mt. Shomuro like ripples.

The ordinary martial artists in Shaomu Mountain didn't feel anything, and masters like Qiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan, whose internal strength had reached the pinnacle, noticed something slightly, and they all looked around suspiciously.

The information in this spiritual power can only be read by innate martial artists who also have spiritual power.

"What?" The Sunflower Ancestor who received the information was shocked inexplicably, and said hatefully, "Boy, you are looking for death." ”

In the Shaolin Temple, in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Master Shenghong, who was dressed in a white robe, slowly stood up from the bunk, and the grand breath came out of his body and went towards the gate of Shaolin Mountain.

"Amitabha." In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the old monk with a broom in his hand reluctantly typed a Buddha name.

In the other corner of Shaomu Mountain, a man wearing a white Taoist robe, with snow-white hair, looks very young and elegant, with a dusty temperament and a fairy style.

Like a dexterous bird, standing on a thin branch of the green pine, he is a very cute Lori.

"Master?" Little Lori looked up at the elegant man.

"Xingyun, you are here first, and you will go over for the teacher first." The elegant man said softly, his body jumped, and then he fluttered lightly in the air.

"Are they all out? It's time to clear the field. Wei Ran smiled slightly, and disappeared in place in an instant.

"Look, who is that?" Someone suddenly shouted, and his arm pointed upwards towards the sky.

The people who were alarmed looked up like the sky, only to see that above their heads, there was a man in Tsing Yi floating in the air, like getting rid of the gravitational pull of the earth, which was very weird.

There was silence on the mountain of Shaomu, and in less than two seconds, there was even greater commotion and mixed sounds.

"Cleared"

Slowly, Wei Ran floated down from the air little by little, centering on Wei Ran's whereabouts, and his mental power spread.

"Mom! What the hell. ”

The telekinesis became a circle, a circle that became bigger and bigger, pushing the martial arts people on Shaomu Mountain outside, inch by inch, without hurrying or slowing.

The people who couldn't dodge were like stacked arhats, and with the push of the telekinetic wall, they rolled down in all directions, and the screams continued for a while.

And those whose martial arts were slightly higher threw their legs one after another and retreated outside.

Wei Ran, who has initially comprehended the spiritual power, has a very large control effect on the mental power, and it can be seen from the control of the mental power that the mental power refers to the person, and there is no damage to the building of the Shaolin Temple.

"His Tianluo aura is stronger." Sunflower Ancestor's face was a little unsightly, and when his aura was about to arrive in front of him, he shook his hand and slapped a few people who smashed over, standing in place, and the protective body qi was instantly formed, intending to resist Wei Ran's mental power wall.

But the result was beyond Sunflower Ancestor's expectations, and the Nian Li Wall 'sliding' past Sunflower Ancestor's side without causing him the slightest obstacle.

"The afterlife is terrifying." The sweeping monk, dressed in an ordinary monk's robe, walked over.

"The ancestral court in Zen really hides the dragon and crouching tiger, which is good." Venerable Sheng Hong made a half-bow to the sweeping monks.

"A descendant of a secret trail? Are you a current spiritual monk of Tantra? The sweeping monk glanced at Shenghong.

"Exactly." Master Shenghong nodded.

"Murong Longcheng, I didn't expect you to be dead yet, but hiding in the Shaolin Temple." At this moment, the elegant man with snow-white hair flew into the air.

"Amitabha, there is no Murong Dragon City in this world, there is only one old monk who is about to sit down." The sweeping monk made a salute.

"Xiaoyaozi, I didn't expect it to be you." Sunflower Ancestor saw the elegant man with snow-white hair, gritted his teeth, as if he had some deep hatred with him.

Xiaoyaozi looked at the Sunflower Ancestor and said with a smile, "The little eunuch back then, I didn't expect that now I have also stepped into the congenital, old man." ”

"You" Sunflower Ancestor is angry.

Xiaoyaozi didn't pay any attention to Sunflower Ancestor, but turned to Wei Ran and said, "What you just wore, but really?" ”

"It's true." Wei Ran nodded.

"Is there really an immortal way in this world?" Xiaoyaozi asked.

"There is no immortal Tao in this world."

"What's the explanation?" Xiaoyaozi frowned, he knew that Wei Ran must have meant something else when he said this.

"There are no immortals in this world, but there are in other worlds."

"In other worlds? Could it be the fairy world? Xiaoyaozi's eyes lit up, he didn't ask about Hongchen anymore, and this time he went out of the mountain just to find Wei Ran, because from the elixir of immortality, he felt that there must be the answer he wanted here.

"The master has practiced Buddhism for many years, but have you heard of the three thousand worlds?" Wei Ran turned his head to the sweeping monk.

Wei Ran coerced Shaolin Temple to hold a martial arts conference, not for the sake of those small shrimps in the rivers and lakes, these four innate martial artists were Wei Ran's target. (To be continued.) )

PS: I didn't fulfill my promise today, and my egg hurts. There is still one chapter in Tenryu that is coming to an end.

You say, let Xiaoyaozi go to which world to give the protagonist a front station, "Tomb of the Gods"? "The Story of Mortal Cultivation of Immortals"? Or "The Stars Change"?

Recommend "Heartless Mage" is very good,

There is also a new book written by a friend "The Law of Fantasy World Travel"