Chapter Eighty-Three: The Tea Maker, the Twelve Stars
On the seventh floor of the Demon Suppression Tower, this space seems to be connected to the sea and the sky, as clean and clear as the sea, as vast as the sky, and Chu Ge is truly like a drop in the ocean when he stands here. Chu Ge walked aimlessly, his expression was dull, his eyes were unfocused, as if he had been guided by some kind of guidance, and he didn't know how long he had been walking in this space, and when he stopped, he suddenly woke up.
There is a small and old coffee table on the sea, and a purple clay pot is placed on the wooden table, and two teacups are placed at two corners, and the hot water in the cups is rising, as if waiting for the guests for a long time. Above the coffee table, there is a middle-aged man sitting, with slender eyebrows, a tall nose bridge, a slender jaw, and a pair of eyes as bright as stars.
"Sit ......"
The middle-aged man glanced at Chu Ge, stretched out his white and wide palm, and made a gesture of please.
At this time, Chu Ge was already conscious, he didn't know that the Tianyu fragment would bring him here in a blur, let alone who this middle-aged man was, but he inexplicably felt a kind of kindness from the man. This is a feeling that is difficult to express in words, so Chu Ge sat opposite the man on the ground, he glanced at the steaming teacup, and he was not polite, he held the armrest and drank it all.
"I'm a layman, I only know that tea can quench my thirst, but I can't taste it" Chu Ge lightly placed the teacup on the low wooden table, and his tone was calm.
"I won't either!But I can make tea!" The man smiled, also following Chu Ge's example, drank all the hot tea in the cup, and immediately laughed and said, "Good tea!"
The man glanced at the transparent mirror under his feet, and said with a smile: "Young man, I didn't come here to discuss tea art with me, a tea maker, why is that?"
Chu Ge was stunned, obviously not very used to this title, he looked at the middle-aged man's eyes that were as bright as a mirror, and replied firmly: "Strength, great power!"
"Sorry, there's nothing you want. The tea maker rubbed the purple sand tea set with a good texture, looked at Chu Ge and said: "After less than two years of cultivation, all the tricks are clear, the Yuan vein is opened, and the ten-layer body of the quenching body is already condensed Xingyuan, what kind of power do you want to get?"
"When the water is full, it overflows, where do these things come from, do you ask for them or do you get them by chance? After all, you're just a greedy and lucky guy, and I can't understand why you can find me. "Is this greedy? There is nothing wrong with this, good luck? No, it is not good luck to rely on all the way, this point has been proven by him as early as the sect conference.
He does have treasures and opportunities, but if he can get to this point, how can he be convinced that he has not endured countless hardships and escaped from death, and this person actually attributed all these achievements to luck?
"Do you want to make a bet with me?"
"Bet on what?"
"If you win, I'll give you what you want, and if you lose, your life will have to stay here. The man smiled, in fact, he didn't give Chu Ge time to refuse, with a wave of his long sleeves, Chu Ge fell asleep like an old monk sitting down, so he added a new cup of tea to Chu Ge, and finally closed his eyes.
At this time, the Demon Suppression Mountain was already full of people, that is, the accompanying disciples or stewards of the various sects gathered at the foot of the mountain all raised their heads to look at the sky, and the elite disciples of the various sects in the square were also the same, just because a huge chariot pulled by a winged white horse on the edge of the sky stepped on the morning glow, the winged horse neighed, and the chariot drew a pure white dazzling light in the sky like a star and a moon, stabbing people who did not dare to look directly.
Everyone looked at the chariot with bated breath, and even the elders and consuls of the various sects who had already been seated stood up at this time, their faces solemn and respectful.
"Greetings to Her Highness!"
"Greetings to Her Highness!"
The sound swept away from the Demon Mountain like a wave of bells, startling the perching birds, disturbing the beasts, and the hazy meaning of the morning was driven away by this neat and deafening respectful sound.
The chariot was in the center of the square, and the crimson earth dragon spread in all directions, and there was silence in the field, and everyone bowed their bodies slightly, only waiting for the proud girl of the sky to appear.
The white clothes are like snow, the skin is better than the snow, and she is wearing a light white long skirt, which has a few more dusty temperaments in the light and elegant places, and the wide skirt is elegant and luxurious. The black jade-like green silk is simply rolled into a flying fairy bun, and a few full and round pearls are embellished in the hair at will, making the cloud-like hair more soft and moisturized.
The holy woman got out of the chariot, still covering her face with a light veil, her pair of cold and clear eyes were as calm as water, and she slowly walked towards the high platform above the square in the glow of the sun.
After the saint appeared, the sky actually remembered a roar, only to see a black dot fluttering its wings and flying quickly, and finally it landed directly on the high platform with the momentum of wind and thunder, behind the saint. When everyone looked at it, they realized what kind of black spot it was, it was clearly a peerless fierce tiger with ice wings on its back, covered with ice, and ten feet long.
Since the fall of the fierce tiger, its head has been held high like that of its master, and the people below have a full view, but they do not care. On its back stood an old man with long gray hair and a cane, and finally the old man fell on the side of the holy woman, and everyone was shocked, who was this person, who dared to cover the light of His Royal Highness?
"Sacrifice...... Sacrifice to your lord!"
I don't know who shouted, and the disciples suddenly discovered that the robe worn by the old man was purple and gold, and the left chest of the robe was embroidered with a pattern of stars and moons, and this robe was only qualified to be worn by the twelve stars of the Star Palace.
"Welcome to the Sacrifice Lord!" The sound of greeting sounded again, this voice was even louder than before, the Twelve Stars Worship is the law enforcement agency of the Star Palace, and the people who can sit in this position are all peerless geniuses who dominate the world, and their seniority must be extremely high, and their cultivation strength must be extremely strong, just in terms of these two points, Her Royal Highness the Holy Maiden is indeed inferior.
How could the Twelve Star Rites come here? Holy Maiden, Sacrifice Lord! Neither of them can fight the eight poles, and the sharpest fangs of this Star Hall have not been seen for decades, not to mention the dispute between the hundred sons, even the demon beasts in the Endless Mountain Range have rioted, these old immortals are afraid that they don't bother to ask, what is the reason why his Nebula Sect has provoked such a killing god?
Tang Dingtian's thoughts were flying, and dense fine sweat was already oozing from his forehead, although the Twelve Stars Ritual was only one person, but this kind of pressure was also extremely terrifying. Perhaps the strength of this priest is no different from his own, but the potential significance of his presence is to make people restless.
It would definitely not be a trivial matter to be able to alarm the Twelve Star Rites and have that bloody and terrible institution send a priest to deal with it, and even worse, this unsacrificed adult was now in the Nebula Sect's sect.
However, after a series of rituals to worship the heavens, until the battle of the hundred sons officially began, the old man in the luxurious purple and gold robe did not say a word, and under the extremely low brim of his hat, the cloudy eyes were looking at the location of the Demon Suppression Tower.
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