The Wuji Pavilion of All Things, like the Ink Washing Academy and the Two Zen Temples, has a powerful background of the ancient starry sky, and its power is all over the starry sky.

But even if it is a sub-pavilion, in the status of the falling holy star, it is also a transcendent world, and no one dares to provoke the existence, this time the sequence of the battle is placed in the Wuji Pavilion of All Things, which also has a bit of a sense of shock.

Wuji Pavilion is located in the east of Zhongzhou, with a large land and abundant resources, and it should be a fairy cave.

Not to mention the strong aura, the green mountains and clear waters, the spirit cranes and fairy deer are everywhere, and they are not afraid of people, if there are monks who take the spirit pill to feed, these spirit beasts will also come to the side and rub their heads on people, which is very pleasing.

At the foot of Xuanling Mountain, several monks wearing the uniforms of the disciples of the Wuji Pavilion of All Things are standing on both sides, looking at their cultivation, they are all Huadan realm monks, if this is placed in the Eastern Regions, a Huadan, it is all the head of the sect, and even the ancestor-level figures of the sect, where are they still here to be the guards guarding the mountain gate.

A middle-aged man holding a feather fan in his hand, standing in the middle of the two rows of Huadan disciples, kept greeting those who came in and out, it seemed that he should be the steward of this Wuji Pavilion to entertain foreign guests.

"Brother Ye, long time no see. ”

In the distance, a hearty voice came, the man holding the feather fan looked back when he heard the sound, and when he saw the person coming, he immediately laughed and said: "Who should I be, it turned out to be the Yang Judge brother of the Hades Temple, haha, rare guests, our two brothers can really only get together once when you represent the Hades Temple to participate in the sequence battle." ”

Some monks from the small sect of Zhongzhou who came to watch the ceremony next to them heard the conversation between the two people, and their eyes immediately lit up.

They didn't know the identity of this feather fan man, but they had all heard of the name of the Yang Judge of the Hades Temple, which was a well-known Yunxiang power in the Zhongzhou Cultivation Realm.

At present, this inconspicuous feather fan man can call him a brother and brother, which can only show that he is also a powerful person in the Manifestation Realm.

"The power of the Manifestation Realm, many people may not be able to see one in their lifetime, but I actually saw two today!" a young monk couldn't help but exclaim.

Only some old monks showed a hint of jealousy in their eyes when they heard the surname of the feather fan man.

A powerful image realm can come out to pick up guests.....

These little monks only felt dizzy for a while, and looked at the five big characters on the mountain gate, and their eyes became more and more awe-inspiring.

At this time, Yang Ju was no longer a black shadow, but a middle-aged man with a tall figure, full of heaven, wide and round, looking majestic and masculine, very manly.

Yang Ju changed his gloomy and irritable attitude in the Hades Temple, and after landing on the ground, he raised his hand to wrap his hand around the shoulder of the feather fan monk, it seemed that the two should have known each other for a long time and had a close relationship.

"We're going to get drunk again today!" Yang said.

The feather fan man who was called Brother Ye also laughed and said, "Brother Yangju, don't worry, Brother Yang has already arranged good wine for you to ensure that you are satisfied!"

"Hahaha, okay. ”

Yang Ju's hearty laughter caused the people who came behind to look sideways, but when they saw the two of them clearly, their faces suddenly changed, and they hurriedly lowered their eyelids.

These two great powers are not something that ordinary people can afford to provoke.

"By the way, my brother is here, presumably your Highness of the Hades Temple is also here, what about the people? Why didn't you see it?" The man surnamed Ye looked back at the entourage of the Hades Temple, and saw that there was no Yin Lingming's figure on the bone boat, and asked.

A hint of obscurity flashed in Yang Juan's eyes, and then he said: "Don't mention it, the current juniors are more noisy than the other, no, on the way here, I didn't say that I hadn't seen all things in the Wuji Pavilion, I had to go shopping by myself, and he didn't want any guards arranged for him."

You said that how many monks have come here in the east now, the fish and dragons are mixed, he was injured in the early stage of a tire change, in case something happens, how can I explain to the hall master and his old man, it is really angry with me!"

In just a few words, Yang Juan disguised himself as an elder who doted on the younger generations of the sect.

When the man surnamed Ye heard this, he shook his head and smiled: "Although the elder brother can rest assured, although there are many people coming to this grand event in Zhongzhou, my Wuji Pavilion is not one of those sects that does not enter the stream."

As early as a few days ago, the pavilion master had already arranged it, this radius of thousands of miles, all under the nose of my Wuji Pavilion, the slightest wind and grass, there will be an ancestor of the rebirth realm who knows, no one dares to go wild. ”

The two looked at each other and laughed again.

A group of small sects who came to watch the ceremony passed by, and one of the young men happened to hear the conversation between the two, and couldn't help but ask the old man next to him: "Master, why does this judge want to shake out all the affairs of His Highness his own sect, aren't you afraid that someone will secretly attack His Highness who is lone on them?"

The old man's scalp suddenly stood upside down!

Because the young man who asked the question, after finishing speaking, his body stiffened, and he lay straight on the ground and lost his breath.

The old man swallowed his saliva, hurriedly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and went straight into the pavilion, as if he didn't know the young man lying on the ground.

"Children are not sensible, they just like to talk nonsense. Yang Juan muttered, and chatted with the man surnamed Ye again.

At this time, there was still a day and a night before the sequence dispute, Liu Xunxiang was not in a hurry, so he and the gray-shirted man found a fairly clean forest to rest.

Originally, both of them were monks, and they were not afraid of the cold at night, but Liu Xunxiang still picked up some branches and leaves and built a small fire in front of them.

When the man in the gray shirt saw him make a fire, he turned and disappeared for a while, and when he returned, he had a rabbit with four legs hanging in his hand.

He threw the rabbit in front of Liu Xunxiang, and leaned against the tree next to him and began to be in a daze, Liu Xunxiang looked at the rabbit for a long time before he reacted, and silently carried the rabbit to the side of the stream not far away and began to tinker.

It's also a shame that he had been with Cha Cha in the Huoyun Sect for a few months, so now he is dealing with rabbits, although they are jerky, but they are not at a loss.

In a short time he had put the rabbit away, forked it with a wooden root, and roasted it on the fire.

"Senior, I still have wine here, do you want to drink it?" Looking at the roasted burnt and crispy rabbit, Liu Xunxiang took out a jar of wine from the storage ring and said.

This wine was given to him by Tie Niu, the son of the blacksmith family next door, when he was in the imperial capital of the Song Kingdom for ten years, when he left, and now he is swaying with him for half a hundred, and there is not much left.

Liu Xunxiang is not very willing to drink.

When the man in gray saw this wine, his nose moved slightly, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "Good wine, you kid is quite blessed, you can get such good wine." ”

The wine is actually not very good, but it has been left for a long time, and it is estimated that it has been more than 70 years.

"yes. Liu Xunxiang turned out two large plates and bowls, poured them full, and said with pride in his eyes: "This wine is not something that everyone is blessed to drink, and the predecessors are lucky today." ”

The two of them galloped all the way, although there was not much intersection, Liu Xunxiang could still faintly feel that the mysterious old monster in front of him did not seem to have any ill will towards him.

So the courage to talk to him gradually increased.

The gray-shirted man was a little impatient, and with a wave of his hand, the bowl on the ground suddenly turned around and flew into his hand, not half a drop was spilled.

Watching the gray-shirted man raise his head and drink, Liu Xunxiang also picked up another bowl and drank it all.

It is true that few people have been blessed to drink this wine, except for Liu Xunxiang himself, only his senior brother Meng Zheng has drunk it, and today, there is this unknown mysterious old monster in front of him.....

Nearly 100 years of precipitation have made the aroma of this jar wine more and more intense, although it is a little less spicy, but it adds a little sweetness.

The liquor slid down the throat, flowed down the throat, and a stream of wine surged up from the stomach, igniting the internal organs, dispelling the coldness of the cold night, and adding a bit of fireworks to the deserted forest.

Looking at the yellowed wine in the bowl, Liu Xunxiang remembered his ten years in the imperial capital of the Song Kingdom, and the Tieniu family, the young man who would bring steamed buns, pickles and hot porridge every morning to sit at the door with him, and also remembered the gray crow, his father, and his mother, as well as Yuetian Town, and the Liu family.....

"Seniors, do you have any descendants?" asked Liu Xunxiang.

The gray-shirted man grabbed the rabbit leg in one hand and held the wine bowl in the other, eating happily, without the slightest hint of what the old monster should be, and his body was imperceptible when he heard the words, but he quickly recovered, and said, "Count it....."

Liu Xunxiang raised his eyebrows, it was the first time he heard that people were not sure if he had descendants, but he didn't think much about it, and said to himself: "I don't, I have no descendants, and I don't have relatives...."

The gray-shirted man put down his rabbit leg and asked with interest, "Tell me." ”

Liu Xunxiang shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Do seniors know about evil cultivation?"

The gray-shirted man glanced at him and said, "I've heard about it, it's very bitter." ”

Liu Xunxiang was a little surprised, since he knew about the evil cultivators, all he heard was that the evil cultivators were heinous, everyone shouted to kill, saying that the evil cultivators were very bitter, and it was the first time he had heard it.

"The words of the predecessors are going to cause death when people hear them. Liu Xunxiang said.

The gray-shirted man didn't care and said, "There should be no fewer people who want to kill me than those who want to kill you." ”

Liu Xunxiang just wanted to laugh at him, but suddenly his face changed.

"There are really people who are not afraid of death!"

The gray-shirted man was unmoved, leaned against the tree in a comfortable way, and said, "Boy, have you ever been to the army?"

Liu Xunxiang nodded, but immediately shook her head again.

He had entered the Killing God Thousand Riders in Daqin, which was considered to have entered, but after he entered, he didn't stay in it for long, and he hadn't gone through the battle of the vassal states, so he didn't know whether he had entered or not.

The gray-shirted man shook his head and said: "The wine in the army is very difficult to drink, it is worse than horse urine, and when the army is marching and fighting, food and grass are always the most scarce, not to mention meat, so when the soldiers are drinking, most of the time they don't have snacks and food, so someone came up with a solution, you know what?"

Liu Xunxiang shook her head.

The gray-shirted man looked at the starry sky, with a hint of remembrance in his eyes, and said: "That method is to take the enemy's head to drink, every time you cut off an enemy's head, you will drink a sip of spirits, and wait until a jar of wine is drunk, and there will be no one standing in front of you.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a mockery from the nearby woods.

"Contemptible people are not talented, but they have also drunk some ink, and today is the first time I have heard someone interpret this elegant poem so dirty, the barbarians of the Eastern Regions are really born to be slaves. ”

I saw thirteen young men and women wearing Confucian clothes walking out of it, each of them dressed exquisitely, and there was a dark green jade plaque hanging on their waists, with the words "Ink Washing Academy" written on it, shining brightly in the dark night.

"Moyu token, the seventy-two sages of the Ink Academy. Liu Xunxiang's eyes were filled with the smell of wine, and he said coldly.

Only the rebirthing realm monks of the Ink Washing Academy are eligible to wear the dark green jade plaque.