Fengtian City has a transcendent status among the Wu clan, even among the three Tianzi heavy cities, it is a lot higher than the two cities of Yingtian and Lutian, and this is about the distance between the sea of clouds and the heavenly dome. Watermark Ad Test Watermark Ad Test

And the reason why Fengtian City can become a place of pilgrimage in the hearts of the people of the Wu clan is not because of the three famous gates in the city that are now standing on three legs and forming horns with each other, but because there is a cloud palace in Fengtian City.

The true owner of the Cloud Palace is the Lord of the Witch Clan, who has made millions of people in the entire Wu Clan admire but has not appeared for a long time.

Of course, now sitting in the Cloud Palace are the three high priests of the Wu Clan.

The high priest of the Wu clan, who is in charge of the sacrifice, controls many affairs of the Wu clan, and is above 10,000 people under one person.

Cloud Palace.

Outside the golden palace walls of the Cloud Palace, somewhere on the remote shore of the Cloud Sea, there was an old man in a spacious white robe, his hair and beard were as white as snow, fishing alone.

The old man looked serene, kind and kind-eyed, if it weren't for the dragon pattern embroidered on the spacious sleeved robe on his body, as well as the purple bamboo fishing rod in the purple bamboo forest on Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea, plus the golden fishing line on the fishing rod, I am afraid that he would really be mistaken for an old man in the countryside who only knows the joy of fishing.

The old man gently shook the purple bamboo fishing rod in his hand, raised it slightly, and sighed slowly after seeing that there was still no fish on the golden fishing line without a hook, but his expression was still calm, and there was no great sadness or joy on his face.

Then he flicked the golden thread and threw it far away from the sea of clouds again.

In fact, there is nothing under this sea of clouds, on the contrary, tens of thousands of golden koi fish transformed by luck are swimming under it, but there are no ordinary people in the mortal world.

Immortals sit high on the top of the clouds and fall off the line, and the world is fishing in the world, and luck is probably like this.

As soon as the golden silk line used by the old man as a fishing line fell under the sea of clouds, tens of thousands of koi fish scrambled to swim towards the fishing line, all wanting to be the bait-biting fish, even if there was no bait on the golden fishing line.

It's just that before the dense school of koi fish approaches, the wrist of the person holding the rod shakes slightly, and then the rod shakes and the line trembles, and the void under the sea of clouds swayes, and it is difficult for the koi fish to get close to the line again.

So it's not that there are no fish to catch, it's that there are no fish to bite.

And these koi who want to bite the fishing line, the carp leaping over the dragon gate, and finally take one step to reach the sky, at that time, those children of famous families in the Wu clan, or those who were born in the market but are gifted, and some of the monks' luck will be turned into a part.

Maybe even the owner of luck didn't know that there was such a battle between tens of thousands of people.

In the end, whoever can be fished out of the sea of clouds by the old man sitting on the top of the clouds will be the lucky one.

It doesn't make much sense to know later that you don't know.

And this old man has been fishing for thousands of years, and in these thousands of years, there are actually a few lucky koi fish that bite the line, but the old man is not satisfied.

After each gave them a few of them, a great creation, and then threw them back into the sea of clouds.

The old man squinted at the undulating sea of clouds not far away, in fact, he was not in a hurry about it, but he was a little unwilling at the thought that someone had found a disciple who was enough to inherit the mantle.

Thinking of this, the old man with the rod smiled, at his age, there are still these competitive hearts, it is really a little undeserved.

"If you're here, come out. The white-robed old man said lightly.

"What's the matter?

As soon as the words fell, there was a slight schadenfreude smile in the sea of clouds here.

The white-robed old man snorted lightly at this, and said lightly: "Knowingly ask." ”

As soon as the last question fell on the sea of clouds, a tall monk wearing a purple brocade robe appeared behind him.

What is strange is that the old monk in the purple robe is not holding a Buddhist bead or a scripture, but a black pottery wine pot with a name for bad wine that is not known in Fengtian City.

"That's not good. ”

The old monk smiled loudly, without the dignified and quiet posture of the monks.

He shook the robe on his shoulders and sat beside the white-robed old man with a big grin, looking at the undulating sea of clouds like peaks and mountains with him, and by the way, he raised the wine jug and poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

"Before I came over, I saw that old boy from the Sun family in Fengtian City kneeling outside the gate of the Cloud Palace, what do you mean?" said the old monk with a smile.

It must be difficult to find such a wonderful place to enjoy the scenery and clouds in this world, because there is only one cloud palace in this world.

The white-haired old man shook his head and denied it: "It's his own speculation, after all, the grandson who was a grandson didn't let him worry about it during this period." ”

"When you're older, it's good to think more about the younger generations, you should. The old monk said frankly.

This time, the white-robed old man didn't deny it, after all, for that person, he was also her elder, but his elder didn't have someone who deserved it.

"The matter of Yangguan Bingzhen has always been poor, did that guy greet you in advance?" Speaking of this, the old monk's face was obvious

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The smile is gone, and it is even a little more gloomy.

It's no wonder that he, the nominal monk, is narrow-minded, but in fact it's because the old boy has gone too far this time.

Not only is he using his own Yangguan Soldier Town as a chess game, but he is also "trapped" in it by the two Twelve Ancestral Witches and the two reincarnation realms of foreign races, a total of four Great Emperor powerhouses, is he going to tear down the entire Yangguan Soldier Town? !

The most annoying thing is that he actually elbowed out and ganged up with strangers to kill his own family, isn't this more and more confused!

Since he was at fault in the first place, then don't blame himself for coming here to ask for guilt.

"Yes, I did. The white-robed old man pondered for a long time, and finally nodded and acknowledged as if he had thought of something.

"Tell me the whole thing with you?" the old monk asked, stretching his neck and looking incredulous.

If it is really as he said, then wouldn't it be that these two people finalized this matter behind their backs, and regarded themselves as outsiders?

The white-robed old man put down the purple bamboo fishing rod in his hand, "Just briefly mentioned it to me." ”

"You know. The old monk, who had been confirmed to have a guess in his heart, laughed, patted his bright forehead and said, "I said that if you knew about this, I would definitely not agree to such a ridiculous act." ”

"You guessed wrong this time. The white-robed old man narrowed his eyes, and his originally kind and kind eyes had a pleasant look on his face, and then the sky and the earth flickered, and the sun and the moon were dark, "Even if he says it, I will still nod." ”

The old monk in a purple robe heard this, and he wailed coldly, "lawless", and then lay back, lying on the sea of clouds, and still chanting words in his mouth.

"What a lawlessness. The voice of the white-robed old man's wide robe was windless, and the hunting sound, "If they still had respect for Lord Wu Zu in their hearts back then, how could they do that kind of deed against the sky?!"

The old man snorted coldly, obviously remembering some past events, and it was also an old thing that made him very unhappy.

"That can't let Gonggong die at the hands of a Ji Qingyun, do you know that doing so will damage the luck of my Wu clan for nearly a thousand years?!If Lord Wu Zu is standing in front of you at this time, how should you explain to him?!" The old monk sat up suddenly, and the purple robe on his shoulder swayed, and the stars and moon appeared on the robe, shining brightly.

What kind of Buddhist robe is this, it is obviously a whole long river of stars and Han that has been refined by people with supreme magical means.

"Then how do you explain to the holy woman who has awakened from reincarnation?" The white-robed old man squinted at the old monk who had a high status as himself in the Cloud Palace, and suddenly lost his mind to be angry with him, and asked lightly.

"Among the three of us, he loved the saint the most, and the saint walked closest to him, and I was so angry with that old guy that I was called by a grandfather. The white-robed old man lifted the fishing rod again, and said with emotion with a long expression.

Hearing these words, the old monk frowned and poured another sip of bad wine, without interrupting soundly.

Of course, among the three of us, he is the most optimistic about Youxiong, and even has always regarded Youxiong as his fellow practitioners, but it is embarrassing to be embarrassed. ”

"I know you care about the luck of the Wu clan, but there are some things that must be done, not to mention the old accounts that have been delayed for hundreds of years, even if it is your own family, you have to settle it one by one. ”

"I also know what your heart is, there are some things that you may worry about too much, but you will be afraid to do it boldly, but he is just the opposite of you, and he is also about to give the holy woman this evil breath that has been accumulated in his chest for thousands of years, so it is most suitable for him to be this wicked person. ”

"I see. ”

Since he has said so much, if he doesn't "accept it when he sees it", I'm afraid that this old guy will dare to do it.

And among the three of them, even he and the old Taoist who wore a shabby Taoist robe all day long like an idle cloud and a wild crane were not necessarily the opponents of the person in front of him who seemed to be kind and easy to speak.

"Let me ask one last question, will Gonggong really get up, and who will take over his position as the god of water after he dies?" the old Taoist asked in a deep voice after snorting his mouth.

"It's already two sentences. The white-robed old man stretched out two fingers and said with a smile.

The old monk who had always behaved absurdly and irregularly outside the Cloud Palace heard that he threw the only remaining pot of bad wine to him, and said gloomily: "It's the last pot." ”

The white-robed old man gently pinched the wine jug with his fingers, shook the clear wine in the jug leisurely, and said: "The water god will not die, but it will shed its skin, that is to say, the word water god will definitely change hands, as for who has the ability to catch these two words that are as heavy as ten thousand pounds, I don't care about you and don't interfere, just settle the account for the eternal sorrow of the little old man." ”

"Huh. Although the old monk is a Buddhist, he made a Taoist joke at the white-robed old man, "Amitabha, the donor's hand is really generous." ”

Isn't it a big deal to settle the bill and soothe people's hearts with the seat position of one of the Twelve Ancestors!

"Virtue!" the white-robed old man tapped his shiny forehead with a wine jug and scolded with a smile.

Then he gently threw the wine jug in his hand into the sea of clouds in front of him, and said: "I use bad wine as bait, and you should take the bait." ”

The old monk's last pot of bad wine fell into the sea of clouds

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, Suddenly, the wine between heaven and earth was overflowing, and the clouds were crimson.

This made the old monk really a little unbearable, and after muttering "waste things in vain", he was about to get up and leave here, out of sight and out of mind.

But just as he was about to get up, he saw the purple bamboo fishing rod in the old man's hand trembling slightly, and the golden silk thread trembled.

The sea of clouds is red, and the heavens and the earth are visionary.

Even if the old monk is confused, he can understand that this is a fish bite.

"Quick, quick, quick, bite, bite!" the old monk reminded loudly as he patted his knees with excitement.

The white-robed old man smiled faintly, and then gently lifted the purple bamboo fishing rod, and a red carp that was biting the fishing line jumped out of the sea of clouds.

"How about this time?" asked the old monk impatiently.

The white-robed old man took the red carp from the golden silk thread, weighed it gently, and smiled, "Excellent." ”

This time he could finally breathe the stuffiness in his chest.

This apprentice of his own is not inferior to that old apprentice.

"What's your name?" the old monk asked with a smile on his face, and at this time he seemed to be even happier than if he had accepted an apprentice.

The white-robed old man smiled faintly and turned his head to look somewhere, "You better let the old boy kneeling outside the temple gate get up first." ”

"Then there is a saying from the Sun family?" the old monk touched his bald head and asked.

"The law does not blame the public, that bull nose has always been an invincible player on the chessboard, even I have to lose to him three chess pieces, how could he not expect today's events?"

The old monk snorted twice, and simply turned around and left.

Seeing the old monk go away, the white-robed old man spread out his right hand holding the red carp, and after seeing the three golden seal characters representing the surname on the belly of the fish, he stroked his white beard and smiled, "Good name." ”

Left me with a pair of jade, full of Yingluo Mingkepei.

The old monk who had already walked to the corner of the Cloud Palace secretly turned around and poked his head out, fixed his eyes, and after seeing the seal inscription on the belly of the red carp, he folded his hands together, his expression was dignified and quiet, and Mu Baoxiang was majestic, just like an ancient Buddha.

His Buddha light shone and spat out the proverb, "Immeasurable light!"

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Yangguan Bingzhen is three hundred miles to the west.

Leaving Jingxin in Yangguan Bingzhen, Sun Qi'er and Gu Hengbo swept westward.

Jing Xinshi wanted to rush back to Wagang Soldier Town, and think of a countermeasure before this matter fermented and spread, while Sun Qi'er was struggling with whether to go back to Fengtian City or whether he could go back.

"Brother Sun, if I mean that if you really have to be rejected by your old man, you can come to my Wagang Soldier Town, you have to be much luckier than Ji Ge, Bai Yuyu will definitely be enough. Jing Xinshi smiled and comforted.

"Thank you. Sun Qi'er, who had a worried face, squeezed out a smile and said softly.

"If you want me to say that you don't want to go back to Fengtian City, let's go to Wagang Bing Town together, you first avoid this rumor, and then take the initiative to go home and admit your mistake to the old man when this matter is over. Gu Hengbo, who had been familiar with Sun Qi'er along the way, proposed loudly.

"It just so happens that we picked an auspicious day of the zodiac in Wagang Bing Town, burned yellow paper, cut off the head of the chicken, and became brothers. Gu Hengbo finally said that he said what was in his heart.

"Brother Gu, I don't think the beggar has this leisure and elegance now. Jing Xinshi shook his head and said helplessly.

Sun Qi'er smiled bitterly and sighed lightly.

"Let's go back to Wagang Soldier Town together. Jing Xinshi looked at Sun Qi'er and said, "I'll send someone to Fengtian City to inquire about the news first, to see if the Sun family has changed, and then it's not too late for you to decide whether you want to go back." ”

Hearing Jing Xinshi say that he wanted to go back to Wagang Bing Town together, Gu Hengbo, who happened to be in tune, raised his hand and agreed: "I have no opinion." ”

Sun Qi'er looked at Gu Hengbo with a strange expression, and always thought that the eldest son of the Gu family was a peer who did not speak of old age, but he didn't think that after getting acquainted with each other again, he realized that this appearance was far from his heart.

But this is also good, otherwise he really doesn't know what to say between him and Jing Xinshi.

"Old-timer, eavesdropping is not in line with your old man's identity. Jing Xinshi looked up at a certain void, bowed down, and said loudly.

Sun Qi'er and Gu Hengbo's expressions turned grim when they heard Jing Xinshi's words, neither of them noticed that there were people in the nearby void.

Then they both looked up at the void.

"If you don't have an identity, don't put a high hat on me for the old man. In that void, there was a joking laughter of vicissitudes.

Somewhere there were ripples in the void, and then a slightly rickety figure slowly walked out from the depths of the void.

The old man just smiled and looked at the three people below him.

Behind it is the extremely dazzling golden crow, and the golden rays reflect this obviously ragged old Taoist like a fairy.

If Ning Ce was here, he would definitely recognize this old Taoist as the person who had previously laid out the land in the Outer Heaven of Yangguan Bing Town, and he was also the high priest of the Wu Clan.

Of course, Jing Xinshi had some guesses in his heart but never dared to confirm it, so he had the previous tentative words.

It's just that since the people in front of him have opened their mouths like this, there is not much point in temptation.

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