One hall and one door.

Outside the door, only two flowery maids were in charge of registration.

Outside the Spring and Autumn Palace, there was no guard.

But I think there is really no need for guards, and those who can enter the temple today can't be defeated by a thousand and eight hundred guards.

"Tang Mansion Chen Chang'an has arrived!"

Following the voice of the maid, Chen Changan stepped into the main hall.

Even though it was daylight, there were still thousands of lights in the temple.

As Chen Changan and the three entered the hall, the original noisy atmosphere disappeared inexplicably, and the hall became extremely quiet.

Countless eyes converged on the white-clothed young man.

The name Chen Changan had been heard by them three months ago.

Whether it was the people from the major families of the Jin Kingdom, or the people from the major sects sitting in the front seat, they had all heard Chen Chang'an's name.

On the first day of the Jin Kingdom, he killed the disciples of the Yunzhou Dao Palace and the Changbai Sword Sect and was still safe and sound.

Regarding Chen Changan's name and deeds, all cultivators know everything.

Chen Changan's gaze swept across the hall.

In this huge Spring and Autumn Palace, the banquet is divided into three columns, there are nearly a thousand desks, one column is in front, it is the people of the Jin Kingdom and the elders of each sect sitting, one column is on the left, it is the disciples of each sect sitting, according to the level of cultivation, the size of the sect sits from front to back, the higher the cultivation sits the more front, one column is on the right, it is the seat of the children of various ethnic groups and the cultivators of the Jin Kingdom.

"Let's go!"

Chen Changan grabbed Tang Xuerou's hand, walked to the first table on the right and sat down.

Li Zhou also followed.

The first table, faintly implying the head of this column, is the highest in cultivation and the strongest in combat power.

Chen Changan sat down so unceremoniously at this moment, but none of the people in the right column dared to say anything, because most of the people in this column were cultivators from all ethnic groups in the Jin Kingdom, and they all knew that at the Spring and Autumn Banquet eight years ago, Chen Changan was already sitting in the first seat.

But this scene fell into the eyes of the others in the temple, but it made them a little unhappy.

Especially the disciples of the various sects on the right, especially the disciples of the Yunzhou Dao Palace, stared at Chen Changan with cold eyes.

They all knew that this Chen Changan had killed several disciples of the Yunzhou Dao Palace, and had also destroyed Han Xingyu's natal object.

Similar to their gaze was the elder of the Changbai Sword Sect who was sitting in the forefront.

Yang Zhijie stared at Chen Chang'an, there was a faint flow of killing intent in his eyes, this disciple who was expelled from the sect by him was immortal, it was not only his reputation, but even the reputation of the Changbai Sword Sect would be affected.

Compared with the obvious hatred of these two parties, the people of the Kunlun Dao Sect sitting at the first three tables on the left side seemed much calmer.

They looked at Chen Changan with some curiosity, and more at Tang Xuerou.

This scene is not surprising in the eyes of everyone, after all, Tang Xuerou's appearance is indeed outstanding, although her complexion is slightly worse, but her clear and deep eyes have unconsciously attracted the attention of many men.

Chen Changan sat down, and his eyes swept to the group of people on the left.

There don't seem to be any outstanding disciples on the side of the Yunzhou Dao Palace, many Chen Changan have already seen them, and the Changbai Sword Sect is also the expected people, but the faces of the Kunlun Dao Sect at the front are very unfamiliar.

Chen Changan's eyes narrowed slightly.

On the three tables of the Kunlun Daomen he saw, there was a young man sitting in each of them, and the realm of these three people was definitely not weaker than the Chengling Extreme Realm, and there was one of them that he couldn't even see through.

However, there was also one of those three whom he knew.

Cold Learning!

This warlock of the Three Talents Realm, the one who came to kill him on his wedding night a few months ago.

Behind him sat Zhan Xuan, who had also fought on the wedding night a few months ago.

A chill flashed in Chen Changan's eyes, and he remembered these two people who almost killed him.

However, compared to a few months ago, the aura of Han Xue seems to be stronger, and the gap is enough to have a big realm, such a fast cultivation speed, it is worthy of being a disciple who can sit in the forefront of the Kunlun Dao Sect.

Thinking about it, his identity is not ordinary in Kunlun Daomen.

Han Xue also saw Chen Changan, and his gaze fluctuated slightly, and he regained his calm.

He rang the night four months ago, it was raining heavily, and he had a fight with a seriously injured and dying boy on Tang Yuan Street, the young man's swordsmanship was very strange, there was no discipline to speak of, and he was also a little light, so he was injured that night.

I vaguely remember that before leaving, the young man told him that he would kill him with a mouth full of blood.

He remembers that the response was to live until the years later.

Seeing this young man again at this moment, the astonishing injuries on his body have healed, and he looks much stronger.

However, his heart was only confused for a moment and then calmed down, this is the Spring and Autumn Banquet, his master is sitting on it, and he is not the cold school of four months ago, he is now a warlock of the Four Elephant Realm, which is equivalent to a monk of the Cultivation God Realm, if he has the opportunity to fight again, he will not underestimate the enemy again.

On Han Xue's side, a purple-robed young man also looked sideways, his gaze directly skipped over Chen Chang'an and fell on Tang Xuerou's body.

That quiet and cold intellectual temperament is very provocative.

Just by looking at it, he liked it.

"Tang Xuerou?"

Jiang Huaqing secretly muttered this name in his heart, he knew this name three days ago, it was his master who personally told him, and he wanted to accept this person as an apprentice at the Spring and Autumn Banquet.

He also specially inquired about Tang Xuerou's news.

The talent of the Nine Yin Spirit Body, the stunning appearance, and the intellectual and quiet temperament can be worthy of him.

However, there is one shortcoming, that is, she is already married, but he has also inquired that Tang Xuerou and this Chen Changan are just married by order, but they are in name only, so they are not short.

His gaze fell on Tang Xuerou's left hand, and he was actually grabbed by the young man.

He frowned slightly, glanced at Chen Changan, and there was a cold light flowing in the depths of his eyes.

Chen Changan didn't notice his gaze and swept his eyes forward.

There were more than ten desks in front of the hall, on which dishes and drinks were placed, but only one person was present, and that was Yang Zhijie, the elder of the Changbai Sword Sect, who saw Chen Changan's gaze instantly became indifferent.

Chen Changan retracted his gaze with some disappointment, whether it was the crown prince, or the Jin Emperor in his memory, or the palace of Yunzhou Dao Palace, or the elders of Kunlun Daomen, the person he wanted to see was actually a future.

Except for the open space in the center, there are not many people in this huge hall, after all, there are nearly three times more empty seats than there are people.

"His Royal Highness Bai Ya in the Snow Old City has arrived!"

The voice of the maid in charge of registration outside the hall sounded again.

The eyes of everyone in the hall looked at each other again.

Compared with Chen Chang'an, many people are more curious about the Snow Old City, after all, it is the imperial capital of the legendary demon clan, bounded by the three thousand miles of Yangchun River, and everything they pass through is governed by the Snow Old City.

Bai Ya was veiled, followed by a bull's head and a fox's head.

Walking into the main hall, she nodded slightly towards Chen Changan, which was regarded as a greeting.

Chen Changan responded with a smile.

Then Bai Ya went straight to the front, chose a table and sat down.

Compared with Bai Ya's move, no one has any objections, although Bai Ya's age may only be similar to that of the people below, but her identity is completely equal to everyone in the upper seat, the daughter of the White Emperor, is an extraordinary person.

"Master Wuzen of Wuzen Temple has arrived!"

The voice of the maid outside the hall sounded again.

The disciples of the major sects in the Spring and Autumn Hall were stunned for a moment, and then gathered their eyes over.

The reason why this year's Spring and Autumn Banquet of the Jin Kingdom is different is because of the prophecy of a holy monk in Wuchan Temple on his deathbed.

The sects of all parties thought that Wuchan Temple had no intention of this Tianjiao, otherwise they would not have passed on the prophecy, but now they look at it, it seems that it is not unintentional, and it can only be possible that the Buddhists pay attention to a fateful word, so they did not force it.

"The little monk has only been practicing for 26 years, and he can't be called a master, so you can call me Wuzen. ”

An elegant voice sounded outside the hall.

The monk who came from the Wuzen Temple actually explained to the maid outside the temple gate.

As the two maids nodded in flattery, the monk outside the door stepped in.

The monk was wearing a clean yellow robe and a pair of patched coarse cloth shoes on his feet, and he looked like the bitter monks in the ruined temples outside the city.

However, this monk looks clean, his eyebrows are delicate, his facial features are upright, and his eyes are more quiet than a woman's on his white skin like jade.

Left side of the main hall.

Jiang Huaqing looked at the young monk, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "Wu Chan, he is the descendant of the Pure Sea Holy Monk of Wuzen Temple!"

"Posterity?"

Han Xueyan looked at the senior brother beside him with a puzzled side of his eyes.

"Yes, the holy monk of the Pure Sea in the year before leaving the prophecy of the Jin Kingdom out of the sky, he predicted that he was about to die, the monks in the Wuzen Temple asked him to choose one person in the temple to leave the Taoist inheritance, but he chose a mortal boy from a secular background to leave the inheritance, this matter was quite shocking in the Wuchan Temple at that time, and the high-level of all forces heard about it. ”

Jiang Huaqing's calm voice came out of his mouth, but the gaze that was tightly locked on the young monk not far away revealed his true thoughts.

"Wu Chan is that worldly boy?" asked Han Xue curiously.

"Hmm!"

Jiang Huaqing nodded, and said: "At that time, he was not called Wu Chan, he was called Li Xiuxian, and he was the only descendant of the family where the identity of the Pure Sea Holy Monk was located. ”

"I see!"

Han Xue nodded thoughtfully and looked at Wu Chan, with his cultivation as a warlock of the Four Elephant Realm, he couldn't see through his realm at all.

His heart was slightly shocked, if as Senior Brother Jiang said, this Enlightenment Zen monk had only cultivated for a year, but his realm was so high that he couldn't even see through it.

Is there really such a talented person in this world?

In addition to being the descendant of the holy monk of the Pure Sea, he is also known as the Zen son of the Wuzen Temple, and try not to make enemies with him. Jiang Huaqing retracted his gaze and admonished.

"Got it!"

Han Xue responded in surprise, Zenzi, that can already be regarded as a successor.

Moreover, there is only one descendant of the Wuchan Temple, compared to the situation of many true disciples of Kunlun Daomen or Yunzhou Daogong, the Zen of Wuchan Temple is obviously more stringent.

"Little monk Wuzen, I've seen all the donors!"

The monk walked to the front of the main hall, folded his hands, swept his eyes around, and said lightly.

"Zen, please take a seat!"

Yang Zhijie, the elder of the Changbai Sword Sect in front of the hall, had already gotten up and said with a smile.

The Zen son of the Wuzen Temple, if he can make friends, it is enough for the Changbai Sword Sect to lean on an extremely thick tree.

"No need, the little monk is not high, just sit down casually. ”

Wu Chan's clear eyes moved slightly, and he rejected Yang Zhijie.

I saw him turn around, and his eyes searched for an empty seat in the hall.

"Kunlun Daomen Jiang Huaqing, dare to invite Zen to sit together!"