After cultivating for three days, Xie Wenxin wanted to visit Liu Yanyu and triggered the identity jade talisman, but he did not get a response. Thinking of her previous search for secluded grass, she must have used it to make alchemy.

Didn't bother her, and went to the library instead.

The white pagoda on the mountainside of the main peak still stands, and Xie Wenxin entered the first floor and did not go to the second floor.

Last time, she came to take a general look at the scenery of the Spirit Void Realm, but this time she had another purpose.

"You don't recuperate well, why are you here in the Library Pavilion?" The Heavenly Demon was replenished by Xie Wenxin's Creation Qi, and the black phantom was no longer as dying as when he first returned to the sect, and the color was a little deeper.

It is said that since the Heavenly Demon followed Xie Wenxin, it has been a series of disasters, and I can't tell if the passing year is unfavorable, and the disaster star has come to the door.

"How much do you know about the Floating Daoist?" Xie Wenxin entered the library pavilion, took the jade slip casually, and did not choose a remote location like last time, but chose a futon in the middle of the bookcase and sat down.

Looking around, it happened that they were all foundation building disciples, not even a Jindan disciple. There were a few people who were obviously acquaintances, leaning together and talking about something.

“...... Uncooked. "The Heavenly Demon carefully recalled the character of the Floating Daoist, and there was no clue.

"I always felt ...... His attitude towards me seemed a little strange. Xie Wenxin carefully recalled the various contacts with the Floating Daoist, and his heart was full of doubts.

"That little old man is so virtuous, can you still see the attitude?" The floating Taoist sometimes falls into a confused situation, ignoring anyone, and talking to himself. Nothing can pull him out of his own world, only for him to wake up naturally.

didn't correct him, although the other party was slightly white, but looking at his appearance, he was only confused, and he couldn't be called an old man. However, the Heavenly Demon has always judged people by their appearance, and he doesn't know how old he is, and he always says that this old and that old.

"There was an inexplicable emotion when he looked at me...... Complicated?" Xie Wenxin didn't know how to describe it, and his plain hand holding the jade slip fell on his knee. I thought about it for a long time, and the last time she felt this way, it was the cloud idiot predecessor in the peach forest.

"Why didn't I feel it?" Heavenly Demon was the most sensitive to emotions, and he was quite unconvinced at this time.

"And what do you feel from him?"

"......" Heavenly Demon was speechless for a moment, "Sword Intent!"

“...... Do you need to say this? The predecessor of Fusheng is a sword cultivator. Xie Wenxin's eyes rolled, and his divine sense probed into the jade slip again.

The two of them were relatively silent for a while, and the whispers of other disciples sounded in their ears. Although it is a private whisper, this place is obviously a place of communication, and there is no shying away from each other, and they are familiar with each other and exchange their recent experiences in the cultivation world.

There are also people on the futon around him, like Xie Wenxin, who closes his eyes and looks at the jade slip. Besides, there are a lot of disciples here, and others won't care.

Although Xie Wenxin sat for a while, he didn't expect to hear interesting news.

"Do you know, I heard that the Sect Master of the Great Yan Divine Sect has accepted a new disciple again!" was a man with a shrill voice.

"It wasn't the last time...... Why did you accept it again so quickly?" The blue-clothed disciple beside him showed a meaningful smile, and several others also laughed knowingly.

The Sect Master of the Great Yan Divine Sect, Xian Ah Shenjun, is now a sixth-order god, which is equivalent to the cultivation realm of law cultivation. However, if the Fa cultivation has reached the Cultivation Realm, he will go to the Primal Realm, after all, the Heavenly Pillar has collapsed, and only the Primal Realm still retains the Ascension Immortal Stage.

The cultivation of divine cultivation comes from faith, and although the primordial realm is closest to the upper realm, its influence on divine cultivation is not as great as that of Dharma cultivation.

"Maybe I'm afraid that there will be no heirs?, after all, there is only one apprentice for the Divine Monarch...... It's a pity......" The speaker sighed softly, although his mouth was regretful, but his face was a little complacent.

Shinto is not a master-apprentice tradition like the Fa Xiu, and it mostly recruits its own followers. It took 10,000 years of practice for the Shenjun to accept an apprentice, and he was a gentle book of wealth and wealth.

The treasure of this person's life is good fortune and prosperity. At the same time, the demeanor is handsome, and the proportion of little girls in believers is even more. However, a hundred years ago, he was led away by the protector of Luan Feng Pavilion, Mo Rulan, and he was nowhere to be found.

"Senior Brother Chen, you know a lot. A few people couldn't help but compliment.

Senior Brother Chen is obviously very useful: "Too good and too good." He raised his eyebrows and hid the smugness between his eyebrows: "I heard that the sect master of Xian'a is very fond of this disciple, and he specially held a shrine to the gods. ”

"What is that?"

Sure enough, some people didn't know, Senior Brother Chen explained: "This is their Shinto ceremony, and it needs to be presided over by a high-ranking god." With the heavy treasure of the Dayan Divine Sect as a guide, all the divine cultivation in the ceremony can be led to the body of one person. ”

"Isn't this worth years of penance?"

They didn't even know that the rules of the Dayan Divine Sect said that if you want to hold a shrine to the gods, you need to open the Sishen Platform first. Xian'a Shenjun obviously attaches great importance to this disciple, so he will do so.

"What a step to the sky......"

"Of course...... Time is also fate......"

"Senior Brother Chen, don't you know the name of this brother?" Some people have seen that they have been talking for so long, and they don't even know the name of this lucky person, and their hearts are itching.

"It's a woman. It seems to be called ...... Hua Zhao, right?" Senior Brother Chen hesitated slightly.

Xie Wenxin was just listening casually, but at this time, his divine consciousness was stunned, and he moved away from the Chongyun Realm monk in his hand.

The name...... It's hard to say whether it has the same name and surname. Merely...... Xie Wenxin's eyes narrowed slightly, thinking of the previous blind spot.

"I remember you said that Hua Zhao is the name of the god of flowers?" she asked the Heavenly Demon.

The Heavenly Demon obviously also heard the gossip outside, and hesitated: "Yes, why did Hua Zhao pop up again?"

It cannot be ruled out that this Hua Zhao is the god of the Danshu in Xie Wenxin's hand, but ......

Worship the gods and enshrine Zen?

If it is really the same person, but the Dan Book is in the hands of Xie Wenxin, what kind of cultivation is this Hua Zhao?

Xie Wenxin's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he couldn't understand it. The Danshu was still spinning quietly in the flower of creation, wrapped in the qi of creation, and there was not the slightest divine power leaking out.

After a few turns of thought in his heart, he swept a few pages in the jade slip in confusion, but he was shocked again.

She saw the word "floating".

If you look closely, it's only a long time ago. It's a coincidence, it's a senior in the Cangwu Gate called Fusheng Zhenren, the seventy-second supervisor of the peak master, and a sword cultivator. It fell 10,000 years ago.

"This is the female cultivator......" The Heavenly Demon knew the news that she wanted to find the Floating Daoist, and also saw the description of the jade slip, and poured cold water on her.

There is a portrait of this predecessor in the jade slip. The eyebrows are cold, and a few strands of broken hair on the forehead are blown up by the wind, but they do not hide their demeanor. Just looking at the portrait, I also felt the sword intent. Holding a Qingshuang sword in his hand, the scabbard hangs casually on his waist, and if you look closely, the word "Dusheng" is inscribed on it.

This sword is slightly longer than the sword of the predecessor of Zhifusheng, and the tip of the sword is slightly narrower, which is obviously not the same sword.

It seems that it was just a coincidence, Xie Wenxin sighed.

Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Fang Cun No Fairy Claw Book House" for free for the first time.