In the first year of Wang Quanquan in Bai Yujing, he was not in a hurry to challenge others, and cleaned the tower step by step every day.

Everyone thought that Bai Yujing was going to climb from the bottom to the top, and the higher he went, the slower his cultivation became, even if Zhao Shuquan, the second sword cultivator of the Three Immortals, was no exception.

Wang Quanquan swept the tower for more than a year, and he knew the details of the tower well, and often watched other tower guards compete, and he gradually found that the so-called Bai Yujing swordsmanship seemed to be a little wrong, although the moves were smooth, but the sword intent was incoherent, there was always a sense of blockage, and everyone also needed which move to use.

It is rumored that Bai Yujing is the magic weapon of Emperor Xin of Shang, and his inner sword style is also left by him, that old guy personally admitted that he left a hand when he fought with Zhao Shuquan, and without his guidance, no one can think of the twelfth layer of swordsmanship.

Wang Quanquan didn't know if Zhao Shuquan had found any clues to his swordsmanship, so while cleaning, he looked for clues inch by inch along the floor, and finally found that the seemingly identical floor tiles had subtle differences.

This difference is the same as several pillars on the same floor, and you can only notice it if you choose a specific angle and hold your breath and immerse yourself in it.

The king recorded the location of the special floor tiles found on each floor, painted them on paper and superimposed them, and finally formed a circle, which looked like a corona from a distance, and the twelve floors corresponded to the twelve hours.

In order to verify the conjecture, the king's power and begging Bai Lai to establish a good relationship with the tower guards at all levels, let them make an exception and allow them to cross the layers to understand.

……

He first went to the eighth floor, and the guard was an old man who was a drunkard, with a red rosacea, and gave him a pot of immortal wine every day, regardless of how long he was enlightened.

Wang Quanquan lost more than a dozen pots of high-grade immortal wine, and found countless places to contemplate, only to find out that he was riding a donkey to find a donkey - turning down in a circle, the problematic floor tile was the best place to contemplate.

When he unleashed the eight-layer sword technique, the old man who had understood the sword for most of his life was directly stunned on the spot, he used this trick for two hundred years, and finally under the guidance of Zhao Jianxian, he only slightly touched a trace of essence.

The king was overjoyed, threw a pot of good wine to the other party, climbed upstairs, and soon came to the eleventh floor.

There were no guards on the eleventh floor, he sat directly on the ground and realized his sword without distraction, and a shadow gradually appeared on the opposite wall, the figure was pitch black, and the figure was tall, thinking that it was the king of the Shang Dynasty who destroyed the country.

After the black shadow danced the sword on the wall, it didn't disperse for a long time, he turned his head and looked straight at Wang Quanquan, who only felt a burst of creepy, and the next moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his head:

"Have you discovered the secret of this seat?"

Wang Quanquan opened his mouth, and without waiting for a reply, the voice in his head continued:

"Comprehend all the eleven-style swordsmanship, come to this seat, and this seat will help you achieve the realm of saints and immortals."

After that, the black shadow on the wall dispersed, Wang Quanquan stood up, and his calm heart couldn't help but be excited, the Holy Fairyland, the pole of countless powerful pursuits, can he really do it?

After a period of time, Wang Quanquan learned the sword madly, and he didn't tell anyone about his encounter with Di Xin, but the help of sweeping the tower for cultivation was still revealed to his apprentice.

Hong Mao straightened out his moves, and from the seventh floor to the eighth floor in one year, the king's power was even faster, and it only took half a year to go up to the fifth floor.

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"Master, at this rate, won't you be able to go up to the eleventh floor soon?" Hong Mao said excitedly.

"It's not that fast, the further back it goes, the more difficult it becomes, don't worry about me, hurry up and cultivate, it is estimated that I will catch up with you in a few days."

"Hey, that's a good feeling, the disciple hasn't talked to the master for a long time."

Wang Quanquan smiled:

"I'll rest tomorrow, go out for a walk with your wife, and ask Zhao Jianxian about something by the way, do you have anything you need me to tell?"

"Then please tell Master Zhao that I have already reached the eighth floor."

The young man grinned, and Wang Quanquan patted his apprentice on the shoulder and turned to leave.

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As early as more than a year ago, Wang Quanquan and Yao Hong got married, and on the day of the wedding banquet, Sanxian and Yang Cang came to many guests, looking at the two newlyweds in a big red wedding robe, and everyone present reacted differently.

Those male cultivators who had a crush on the fairy sighed one by one, frowning, and the reputation of the king's authority was outstanding, and they thought that they couldn't compare, so in the end they had to use wine to kill their sorrows.

The nuns who liked the groom gathered at a table under the arrangement of Pu Wen, the number one black fan of the king's power.

Miao Ling came from afar, covered with silver veil, covered tightly, and did not speak from beginning to end, just drank alone; Princess Tian Qiao Qiao was slightly frustrated, and she greeted others with a forced smile, and left halfway; Liu Meijiao, who came from the Yangcang realm early, was like no one, and after helping out, her face was always full of joy; As for Yang Dingchun, he didn't come at all.

When Wang Quanquan saw several women, everyone was stupid, and while secretly scolding Pu Wen in his heart, he toasted to them, no man wants to have three wives and four concubines, but treating a person sincerely is the limit, and he owes too much money.

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At night, Wang Quanquan returned from Bai Yujing, pushed the door in, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

The ordinary-looking house hides a lot of things inside, and a formation is nested on the wooden door, through which you can directly teleport from the Three Immortal Realm to a small fishing village in the Nine Abysses.

This is a gift from the master on the wedding day, and when Wang Quanquan received it, the old guy finally did a job.

Standing on the beach, the man let the sea breeze blow his clothes, and after a while, a gentle voice sounded:

"What are you doing standing stupidly and not going home to eat?"

"Let's go back."

The man walked towards the hut, this place is not like the Three Immortals Island has a strong aura and elegant scenery, in the morning and evening, the chickens and dogs bark at the lights, and even seem a little noisy, but here, they can experience the peace of mind.

The two of them are immortal bodies, they don't eat mortal grains, a carp with an attractive aroma on the table, a red line on the abdomen, staring with a wide mouth, and not blinking their eyes, it is the first-line dragon carp from the Lingyun Sect.

"Sent by the Little Elder?"

Wang Quanquan picked up a piece of fish meat and put it in his mouth, and the already tender fish melted in his mouth, turning into a warm current and swimming all over his body.

The woman nodded, put the fish meat in her abdomen into the other party's bowl and said:

"The Jiuli you gave to the head last time has completed the first change, and he is very happy, so he specially ordered someone to send three carps for you to watch."

"Well, it's beautiful and delicious, and the lady's cooking skills are not diminished back then."

Wang Quanquan said, putting the whole fish tail into the other party's bowl, and the woman smiled and ate it.

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After the meal, the two walked barefoot on the beach, passed by the sea, did not stop, slowly stepped up, the two figures tread water in the night, if the villagers saw, I am afraid that there will be a lot of noise.

When the two first arrived here a year ago, they attracted onlookers, one was chic and elegant, and the other was beautiful and dusty, like a fairy couple who came out of the picture, and spoiled the boys and girls in the village.

Last summer, it rained heavily, more than a dozen fishermen who went out to sea encountered a storm, and the waves splashed more than ten feet, and the wife and children at home could only be anxious when they looked at the dark sky.

In less than two quarters of an hour, the weather suddenly cleared, the sea was calm, and Ah Yue returned with a dozen fishermen in his boat.

On that day, the village was happier than the New Year.

…… (End of chapter)