As the annual gathering day gradually approached, the monks who entered Huafeng Fang also had one more day a day. Among the people who came, there were not only many elite disciples of the wealthy sect or the descendants of the giant clans, but also those who were shy and eager to break a spirit stone into eight and a half for casual cultivation.

At this time, in a shop that specializes in all kinds of classics, a young man with a seventh-layer Qi practice squatted on the ground, looking at the books that the shop pù opened for free in order to attract customers, completely ignoring the strange glances cast by the shop pù and some customers.

The shopkeeper of the shop pù is also a monk, and now he is practicing the ninth layer of Qi cultivation, and he has not yet reached the Great Perfection, but he is already in his sixties, and he has long since lost his mind about building a foundation at this age, and he just wants to live this life in peace.

However, when his gaze swept over the loose cultivator who was squatting and reading the classics, the shopkeeper remembered from his stubborn back a person who had made him lose face, and he couldn't help but burst of evil fire straight up. So the shopkeeper deliberately said loudly while looking at the accounts: "This beggar, you can't become a rich man if you beg for a lifetime, and a poor scholar can't win a book for a lifetime!"

Sanxiu, who was reading the classics, naturally heard the irony of the shopkeeper's words, blushed and wanted to stand up and argue a few words.

"Oh, really?" Before Sanxiu could speak, a hearty voice came from the doorway.

The shopkeeper frowned, how could this voice seem to be somewhat familiar? So he looked up at the place where the voice came from, and his fair and rich face suddenly turned red from top to bottom, as if dyed with a layer of bright chicken blood.

"Wan ...... "The shopkeeper didn't know how he got these three syllables out of his throat, like a bald duck choked by the neck.

"It's rare that the shopkeeper of Wu still remembers me, Wan Mou is here to find some classics about Hai Lone, and the troublesome shopkeeper will find it for me, rest assured, it won't be in vain!" said with a smile, holding a few spirit stones in his hand, and the spirit stones shining in the sunlight projected from the door were exceptionally shining.

As soon as the words came out, an old man who had worked in this shop all his life recognized the visitor, and he almost couldn't help laughing on the spot, because he was uncomfortable, and his face was distorted like a bitter gourd that had been pinched flat.

Shopkeeper Wu is now eager to find a crack in the ground on the spot, laughed at the visitor and hurried up to the second floor, and after finding the classics, he calmed down for a long time before taking the classics.

The person who came casually flipped through the classics a few times, and then with a satisfied look on his face, he swaggered out of the door after paying the spirit stone.

When he walked to the side of the Sanxiu, this person patted the shoulder of the Sanxiu, and said with a smile: "The junior is good, I have the appearance of a few points back then, and Lao Tzu often came here to read classics back then, so you see, today I became a monk in the middle stage of foundation building!" After speaking, he went straight out of the door.

Of course, Fang Cai's scene was just a small joke under Wan Qingping's casualness, but the joke really revealed his sigh about the passage of time and the fact that things are wrong. The young shopkeeper of the year has now become an old man with pale temples, but he is still a little monk in the Qi training period, and the lonely little casual cultivator who was ridiculed by the shopkeeper back then still maintains that young face, and his cultivation is by no means comparable to that of the year. Perhaps in a few decades, this young man will still visit this shop, but there is reason to believe that by then, the shopkeeper will have already turned into a dry bone.

Wan Qingping, who was holding a few classics, returned to Jukeyuan, sat on a chair and studied by himself to read the information about Hai Lonely, and after half an hour, Wan Qingping slowly put down the classics, and then his eyes were dilated, obviously falling into some kind of contemplation.

Legend has it that in ancient times, there were no monks in the sea or islands in the Wandao Sea, and there were only a few places where humans lived on a few large islands, but they were severely affected by the monsters all year round, and their lives were simply miserable.

One day, out of nowhere, a monk with great magical powers, seeing that human beings were suffering from demon beasts, was angry, so he shot and killed all the demon beasts above level five in Wandao Sea, including Jin Jiao, the emperor of the demon at level 6 at that time.

After killing the demon beasts, this great power used the corpses of hundreds of fifth-level demon beasts plus the golden Jiao to spend a hundred years refining a white bone palace, and set up a powerful formation to suppress this palace in the depths of the Wanzhang Trench.

However, perhaps the prohibition laid by the great power has been eroded and damaged over time, and since 10,000 years ago, this white bone palace has surfaced from the bottom of the sea every nine jiazi. At that time, it will attract some demon beasts to gather from all over the Wandao Sea towards the palace appearance area, and when the trench demon qi is rolling, all kinds of demon beasts will surround the palace densely, like a pilgrimage, and there are even powerful fifth-level demon beasts.

And every two Jiazi hours, or a year or two in the morning or a year or two in the evening, it is also possible, although the White Bone Palace does not rise to the surface, but it will vibrate near the trench for a year or so.

And at this time, although it can't attract fifth-level demon beasts, it can attract demon beasts, including some fourth-level demon beasts, to this trench.

Some monks guessed that it must have been beneficial for these demon beasts to go to the shock trench one after another, because there were often visions of demon beasts breaking through the ranks near the trench.

Every two Jiazi trench shocks attract a lot of demon beasts to go to that trench, and when they pass some small islands along the way, these monsters tend to make waves due to their nature, and they are not small for mortals.

Mortals are the cornerstone of monks, so the monks of Wandaohai will kill demon beasts at this time. On the one hand, it is to protect mortals and consolidate the foundation of the cultivation world, on the other hand, some demon beasts are full of treasures, and most of the demon beasts are difficult to find on weekdays.

Of course, there are also monks who fail to kill demons and become the food in the belly of demon beasts, which can only be blamed for this person's lack of deep Taoism and too shallow creation.

Wan Qingping subconsciously tapped the table with his hand, and his head turned quickly, digesting the information he had just seen from the classics.

"You killed that howling bull turtle outside?" Zuo Shili's voice suddenly sounded, although it was as elegant as ever, but it startled Wan Qingping, who was deep in thought, and quickly bounced up from his chair.

"Master Qiqi, this demon beast was encountered on the way here, thanks to the great divine power of Senior Sister, we killed this fang!" Wan Qingping immediately patted his horse and said, and then told him about the two waves of demon beasts encountered on the road.

Zuo Shili nodded noncommittally, and then saw the classic book opened by Wan Qingping on the table: "It's indeed time to pass away, and Huafengfang is already boiling." In this case, you have to plan ahead, and the price of some magic healing pills may rise a lot during this big gathering. ”

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