Chapter Ninety-Three: Ten Thousand People Sing
"This thing stirs up a star disaster, and the sin should be destroyed!"
Lao Yuan's palm sprayed a thin divine light, and the three shrines were tightly detained, and he didn't dare to move.
After a deep sigh, he said: "However, the origin of this thing and the cause of the disaster are not yet clear, the deity will take it first, and then return to the Yuchu Sect to give the gods a look." ”
As soon as Lao Yuan turned his hand, the shrine was put away, and then he looked at everyone with a smile: "Do you have any opinions?"
"Nope. ”
Zhao Heilong and the others hurriedly responded, under the power of the divine sound, in just a few moments, they had already developed a sense of belonging to the so-called Yuchu Sect, and even were convinced, and their five bodies fell to the ground. The words of Lao Yuan and Xiao Bald were no different from the holy decree in the hearts of several people.
Seeing this, Chunyangzi immediately clenched his fists and said reverently: "My lord will accept the shrine and calm the trouble, and the merit is immeasurable." ”
The little bald head touched his belly, cooed twice, felt hungry and panicked, and couldn't help but say: "You guys have delicious food here, we are running here from the sea of stars, we are very tired, and we want to take a rest." ”
Lao Yuan coughed, slightly embarrassed, just accepted these people, it was the time when Da Zhanyu first taught Wei, so it's not good to eat and drink?
Chunyangzi hurriedly bowed down and said: "Pure Yang's spiritual food is quite abundant, if the adults don't dislike it, please move here." ”
"Good. ”
The little bald man touched his stomach and grinned.
......
In the Pure Yang Hall, a long table carved with a brilliant blue star jade was filled with all kinds of spiritual energy, including purple yang fire rice, golden roasted spirit beast meat, and silver moon fruit......
The little bald head is feasting on the image in spite of it,
Lao Yuan, the peak existence of this light lord, was waiting carefully by his side, and not far away was the Pure Yang Sect with a large group of sect elders, who were respectfully guarding below, not daring to affect the young master's food at all.
"Hiccup Hiccup~"
After the wind swept the clouds and gobbled it up, the little bald head hiccuped a series of times, and then picked up a can of cyan Lingquan fruit brew and drank it.
Eat and drink high.
The little bald head touched his little belly, his face was already a little flushed, a little drunk, and he jumped off the table with interest, and greeted a group of Pure Yang Sect elders in a smoked manner: "Go, I'll take you to recite the teachings of Dao Yuchu!"
The Pure Yang Sect members hurriedly followed.
Lao Yuan stroked his beard and showed a smile, the young master has been studying and teaching for more than half a year, and he has just come to the Ancient Star Domain, so he knows how to teach by example.
Very good.
When I went back this time, the young master's performance along the way was easy to explain to the sect leader.
The mountain is open, a platform is full of color, the wallpaper of the Heavenly God Peak is towering, and the small bald head stands on it and overlooks everyone.
Tens of thousands of people knelt down respectfully, looking at the brilliant little figure standing on the high platform, revealing a look of anticipation and fanaticism.
In the crowd, there was even the figure of Star Evil, who actually gathered together with the Pure Yang Sect regardless of his previous suspicions, ready to listen together.
Amazingly, these people were all intimidated by Yuchu Daoyin, since they were also disciples, they were all qualified to come here to listen to the recitation.
"Lord Zhiqian, we're ready. ”
"Yes, my lord, let's get started. ”
The little bald head saw the disciples in his eyes, full of enthusiasm and pride, and under the gaze of Lao Yuan's smiling expectation, he was also a little drunk and recited loudly:
"The Sect Master, for eternity...... Peerless!"
As soon as these words came out, tens of thousands of people were excited, followed by the little bald head, roaring together, the sound waves rolling, like the huge waves of the Hanhai Sea, roaring and reverberating, making the world vibrate violently: "Sect Master of Shanya!
Is there such a phrase in the teachings?
Lao Yuan wiped his sweat, something was wrong.
After thinking about it, he quickly reassured, no matter whether there was this sentence in the teachings or not, this was all praising the sect leader, and ten thousand people were singing, but it was also very imposing.
The little bald head was very satisfied with this, cleared his throat, and continued without thinking: "Young Master Zhiqian, the destiny of heaven is heroic, and he is suave!"
Everyone, including those who were strong in cutting adversity, didn't think about whether this sentence was related to Yuchu's teachings, and shouted at the top of their voices:
"Young Master Zhiqian! Destiny is heroic!
For a while, the howling sound shook the sky, and the surrounding Lingfeng Hall shook with an extremely strong rhythm.
"Poof!"
Lao Yuan almost didn't stumble, dumbfounded, looking at the poetry flourishing, the little bald head with his head held high, and his little face was full of enthusiasm, as if he was proud and complacent because everyone was shouting!
"Young master, this ...... This ......"
Lao Yuan opened his mouth in surprise, looking at the little bald head's smile and happiness, for fear that he would come to such an astonishing remark again, the young master's self-created teaching, if the sect leader of Yuya knew about it, he would be beaten!
Although this sentence is not a slander of Yu Chu, it also hacked Yu Chu.
The little bald head straightened his small body, proudly accepted the above two sentences, and sang: "Two little guesses." A pair made from the ground!
"Two little guesses. A pair made from the ground!"
Tens of thousands of disciples, roaring with red faces and thick necks, incomparably unanimous, shook the mountains and forests of the Pure Yang Sect, countless leaves fell, and many spirit beasts guarding the mountain gate shrank in fright.
"This Saying......"
Several of the Pure Yang Sect's rebellious faces looked at each other, and finally showed a strange look, if the first two sentences are to praise the Yuchu Sect Master and the young master Zhiqian, then the meaning of the latter sentence is worth seeking.
"Mayay!"
Lao Yuan hurriedly used his light power to block the mouth of the little bald head, and at the same time, the most serious Yuchu teachings began to roar and echo in this world.
"Yuchu Divine Sect, command the sea of stars, brilliant and eternal!"
Tens of thousands of people were slightly stunned, and then, with the sonorous rhythm, they shouted again, and the huge voice continued to shake the Pure Yang Sect, and it did not go out for a long time.
The little bald head covered Lao Yuan's mouth and dragged it back.
"What are you doing?"
The little bald head was angry, and he was talking energetically, but he actually interrupted him, waved his little arm angrily, and hammered Lao Yuan's head.
Lao Yuan suddenly smiled bitterly.
"Young Master, if the Sect Master of Yuya knows, he will inevitably be angry and will inevitably clean you up. ”
......
A mysterious woman in white clothes and snow, standing in the starry sky, her clothes fluttering, peerless, staring at the old and young in the Pure Yang Sect with a slight distraction.
Her magnificent autumn eyes stared at nothing else, but the silver scabbard behind the little bald head.
The black sword thorn, broken, as old as Yushi, was silently inserted in the scabbard.
"Yu Yi Sword. ”
She has an ethereal temperament, graceful and beautiful, with frost and snow on her wrists, and crystal dew on her fingers, as if in the thin smoke and light mist, just now, her beautiful lips are lightly opened, and she says the name of a sword.
After hesitating for a moment, she actually stretched out a slender jade hand, and mysterious energy surged, as if she was about to grab it.
However, the slender hand stopped in mid-air, and she gave up.
"That's it. It was in the hands of Yu Chujiao...... Vertical and horizontal Jiuyu is immortal, hundreds of Taoist masters, nine gods, two inheritance saints, the strength of the heritage is incredible. ”
The mysterious woman let out a nice sigh.
Immediately after, her figure flickered and disappeared like the wind, as if it had never appeared.