Chapter Eighty-Six: Nebula Sword Palace
Yun Potian saw Yi Shaotian showing a blank expression, and said with a slight smile: "It seems that Yi Shaoxia knows very little about martial arts affairs, since the appearance of ancient palaces in various places, all sects and factions no longer use flying pigeons to pass books, but use sound transmission spirit weapons or spirit sound stones. ”
Yi Shaotian was surprised: "Ancient halls all over the world?"
Luo Baihua, a disciple of Luoshen Palace, chuckled and said: "Yes, Yi Shaoxia, since the appearance of the Jindan Ancient Hall in Benlei Mountain, an ancient hall also appeared in the East China Sea, but it appeared in the deep sea, and it was dangerous, almost no one dared to plunder. ”
A Dalin disciple said: "There was also a strange palace on the top of Xingyun Mountain, but this strange palace disappeared without a trace during the day, and it will reappear at night, and the location is uncertain, but the various factions still have a lot of gains in the mountain, among which there are rare and strange things such as sound transmission spirit weapons and spirit sound stones. ”
Monk Xuyi said: "Some people say that at the top of Xingyun Mountain, they saw the fall of the Sword Immortal, and the Naqi Palace only appeared after the fall of the Sword Immortal. ”
Yun Potian frowned and said: "This world is very strange now, listen to what my Kunlun ancestor said, a few lines of big characters appeared on my sect holy tablet a few days ago, I heard that it was the Kunlun predecessors who had ascended to sainthood to send back the news, informing what the Heavenly Realm Broken Immortals had fallen, and my ancestor guessed that the sword immortals that appeared in Xingyun Mountain should have fallen from the Heavenly Realm, and this strange palace should be the immortal mansion he cultivated. ”
Monk Xuyi said: "Amitabha, my ancestor Tallinn once appeared in the golden light characters, the heavenly realm fell into chaos in the world, the demon road prospered, and the demon road was rampant, and only the divine map could be calmed." ”
Yun Potian said: "These immortal mansions that fell from the sky, we still have no ability to crack the mysteries, but according to the information obtained by the major factions, now the heavenly realm has fallen into darkness, demons are invading the world, and the Nuwa scroll with the power of defying the sky has landed on the human continent, only by cracking the secret of the Nuwa scroll can the heaven and earth return to their places, and the Three Realms can restore normal order." ”
The monk Xuyi sang: "Amitabha, it seems that the world will fall into strife, and the world will not escape the fate of catastrophe. ”
Luo Jiuyi said: "I don't know if there will be the fall of the immortals in various places in the future? Now these places are rumored to be mysterious factions that were once brilliant thousands of years ago. ”
The Kunlun disciple said: "I seem to have heard the Demon Sect talk about this matter with the thieves of the Northern Yan Kingdom, saying that somewhere in the Northern Yan Kingdom, there was also a sudden addition of a strange mountain. ”
Everyone couldn't help but look down, only to realize that they were so small, and when the sky fell apart, what kind of world would the world become? Who could save the world?
A large amount of information, Yi Shaotian was difficult to understand for a while, but he had one thing to do in front of him.
"Senior Brother Yun, there is something to trust below. ”
"Oh, Yi Shaoxia, please speak. ”
Yi Shaotian took out a delicate painting tube from the ring space, which contained a picture he had drawn, and he handed it to Yun Potian and said: "I'm in a hurry, I didn't bring a congratulatory gift, and I hereby give this painting to Mrs. Feijian to represent the sincerity of my beggar gang." ”
Yun Potian put away the painttube and said, "Brother Yi, don't worry, I will bring it." ”
Someone was surprised: "Could it be that the beggars are not going to participate in the Shushan Conference this time?"
Yi Shaotian said with a smile: "No, you know that my beggar gang has always been hard, well-dressed, except for the necessary martial arts conferences, they rarely participate in the birthday ceremonies of all parties, so as not to affect the festive atmosphere." ”
He also learned from Huang Yingying that the beggar gang rarely participates in festive activities and becomes a guest, and generally goes not to give gifts, but to make money, not to mention that the beggar gang is dressed in tatters, and many rich and noble officials are not in a hurry.
Xuyi sang and said: "That's right, what Yi Shaoxia said is very reasonable, usually the celebrations of various factions, the beggar gang has always rarely participated, think about it, if a large number of beggar disciples are blocking the door with bowls, it is really not good." ”
Cangguhe said in a speechless manner: "Yes, others are going to give gifts, only the beggars are going to receive gifts." ”
Everyone had a black line on their faces, Yi Shaotian was speechless, and seeing that the atmosphere had become awkward, he laughed and said, "What Senior Brother Xuyi said is very true. ”
The monk is honest and speaks quickly, Yi Shaotian didn't care, not to mention that the rules of the beggar gang itself are like this, otherwise how to call it a beggar gang.
Xuan Yi knew that he was speechless for a while, and hurriedly said: "I believe that after the beggar gang has Yi Shaoxia's uncle, it will definitely have a wide range of financial resources." My Dalin Temple is also since there is an outstanding financial management master, open for travel all the year round and provide one-stop Buddha worship services, so that it has today's prosperity. ”
Another Dalin disciple kept nodding his head, and said with some embarrassment: "Senior Brother Xuyi, next year I will add the position of financial management disciple, and please help me say a few more kind words in front of the abbot, I did this before I became a monk." ”
Xuyi said: "Oh, I still have a few high-level travel cards here, accompanied by a special person, now a seven-fold discount, I don't know if you need it?"
Cangguhe shouted: "Since I said that, I also offer ugliness in the next, and I also have a few Kunlun gold cards here, which are only sold for one hundred taels of silver, and only one hundred taels." ”
If we continue to talk, I'm afraid we will have to change the name to the financial exchange meeting.
Yi Shaotian saw that the sky was already bright, so he put down the silver two and hurriedly said goodbye to everyone, he did not have a spiritual sound stone in his hand, nor did he have a sound transmission spiritual weapon, so he could not leave a mark on each other, if there was news for the time being, it could only be conveyed through the beggar gang Feishu.
Monk Xuyi hurriedly said: "Don't go, Yi Shaoxia, we also have a gold card in Dalin Temple." His voice came from behind.
Yi Shaotian performed light skills and flew all the way to the west.
Passing through the cold dense forest, crossing a towering deep mountain, you will see the Yin Wind Ridge in the distance, it is a gloomy and strange mountain range, the mountain range is shrouded in a layer of mist, the wind is gusting, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls is endless, which makes people feel creepy and frightened.
According to legend, one of the highest peaks in this mountain range is the Demon Sect's main altar King Mountain.
The morning glow rises from the horizon, and the sun lazily shines with a little fish-belly white light, and it doesn't take long for it to penetrate the clouds, throwing out thousands of golden rays, rendering a beautiful picture in the sky.
Yi Shaotian breathed the pure aura of the empty mountain, feeling this beautiful morning, his mood was extremely comfortable, and he couldn't help but want to chant a poem at this moment.
At this moment, a small tune came from the bottom of the staircase not far away, and I saw a farmer leading his children to work in the field, and there was a small farm yard not far behind him.
Unexpectedly, in this mountain wilderness, there was a family, he faintly felt the gloomy atmosphere in front of him, and was about to think, but was attracted by the old peasant's sudden high-pitched singing.
The singing is melodious and loud, sometimes euphemistic and twisting, sometimes agitated and high, when the climax is like a galloping horse, when the chant is like homesickness, desolate and desolate.
When Yi Shaotian heard the moving place, he unconsciously thought of his parents and his master, and his thoughts were like surging water, and his heart was infinitely sentimental.
He stopped, walked down to the song, and saw from a distance that the old farmer was carrying a basket on his back, half-bowing and plucking the carrots of spring, and the little baby beside him was happily humming a tune.