If he really wanted to fight, Sheng Wushang couldn't beat Jun Xuanyuan. He could just roll up his sleeves with his bare hands and the outcome would be about four or six.
Jun Xuanyuan’s winning rate is 60%.
If you add the Universe-Shaking Divine Sword behind him, Sheng Wushang's winning rate will be reduced to 30%. After all, the ancient sword was passed down to his disciples, and the current Dao Emperor does not have a competent weapon at hand.
Fortunately, there are many other arrangements on Gu Tiandao's side.
At this point in the fight, it's really hard to judge the outcome between the two.
Therefore, Jun Xuanyuan didn't want to fight at all. Putting aside the outcome, the experience in the process was definitely very bad.
Invincible victory, invincible defeat.
It would be better to abandon the idea of doing it in the first place.
When Sheng Wushang asked about his relationship with the ruthless junior, Jun Xuanyuan was a little surprised, but it seemed to be a reasonable question.
And when one more word is spoken, today's meeting will be settled.
"Partnership."
This is the answer given by the Origin of All Demons. It is not only concise, but can also be used to add some trouble to someone.
Of course, it doesn't matter to him even if it doesn't work out.
Sheng Wushang said: "You are lucky if you are not rubbed to death."
"Brother Wushang Feixin is just concerned about this matter?" Jun Xuanyuan wanted to refute but was unable to refute.
"Dad is just making sure that you are dead. If you die, you should be buried as soon as possible. Next year during the Qingming Festival, Dad will go to your grave and lay a stick of incense for you." Sheng Wushang said, "If you are not dead, please give Dad some peace, old friend." Running out."
Jun Xuanyuan, who was first killed by Jun Dihong, did not die. Then Jun Dihong himself died of an assassination in Xianmen, and Su Henian chose to die.
Of the old friends from back then, now only he and Lin Tianxing are left.
Now that Jun Xuanyuan has turned back, Sheng Wushang hopes that he will sincerely turn back. However, he is concerned about this matter, so the main content of his words is still a reminder.
I heard the person involved said frankly: "Brother, don't worry about this matter."
"Now that you're here, let's have a few drinks with Dad."
As the words fell, a long table appeared in Gu Tiandao. On the table was a three-legged copper cauldron with a fire beating under the cauldron. Next to it were plates of different ingredients and two jars of wine.
Jun Xuanyuan smelled a familiar smell from it.
It belongs to, should be the fragrance of dragon.
"It just so happens that I also brought a gift to Brother Wu Chen today."
At the same time as he spoke, Jun Xuanyuan raised his hand to form a wooden box, stepped forward and handed it to Sheng Wushang.
"Take your seat first, and we'll talk about other things later."
"Brother Wushu please come first."
"Don't be polite to Dad. I'll let you go first, and you can sit on Dad."
"Then I will be disrespectful."
The gifts that Jun Xuanyuan brought were still very valuable, including but not limited to the horns of the Dream-devouring Tapir, the meat of the Canghai Tears Dragon, the blood of the Kui Niu, and some other bits and pieces of materials.
He will back up some of the better-tasting ingredients here.
On the issue of how to deal with them, the two of them actually have some common topics, and they both understand how to get the bright eye.
The Origin of All Demons just prefers fresh food, or uses them to conduct some experiments, but it is not much better on the side of Daowu Emperor. There is also a dragon in Zhenlong Temple.
However, the two have different development directions and paths.
…………
The third day of August, the year of Guimao, the month of Xinyou, and the day of Wuyin.
Suitable for: groundbreaking, burial, demolition,...
Taboo: traveling,...
Thousands of miles of clear blue sky, the sun shines softly, and outside the Daowu King Valley, there is a breeze blowing, and at first I heard -
“Understand the holy virtues, understand the destiny, and obey the profound Confucianism;
He unloaded his poems and books, used all his military strategies, and became Haoyang and returned to the gods. "
A figure standing in the breeze came, dressed in hunting robes, with flying hair, and a long knife hanging on the back of his waist.
"Friend, long time no see."
The cold voice revealed joy, and a smile flashed in the deep double eyes. The figure standing outside the Daowu King Valley looked at the figure slowly walking out.
Between the clear sky and the peaceful earth, the wind direction suddenly changes, and I hear the clear voice of poetry again:
"Watch the Zhou, Huan, Qian, and Yuan Dynasties at leisure, and don't step on the Kunyu Sutra and Peng Ying; read the Lingbao Ginseng Tongqi, and put aside the Qingwei Taixuan Sutra."
The holy robe is dyed like red ink, decorated with golden cloud patterns, with brown eyes and red eyebrows. The white hair is simply tied up with a golden-red Taoist crown, and a few strands of red hair floating in it are clearly visible.
They met each other, their eyes met, and what came next was——
At the same time, improve palm movement.
Lifting it as light as if it were heavy, lifting it as if it was light, with a gentle touch of both palms, the eight winds flow against each other, and the whistling sound is like the roar of a dragon.
Immediately.
The two of them each put a hand on their back, changing their moves within a few inches.
The sleeves and robes that fluttered with the movement brought up afterimages, and the moves were deadlocked. For a moment, the wind stopped, and the inherited moves came out.
“The elephant is invisible.”
"A late bloomer."
Extremely strong, the two palms touched again seemed to be tyrannical, but they returned to normal the moment they were touched.
Two slender palms were held together like an arm wrestling.
"ha."
"ha."
Two chuckles, understanding each other, and then each stopped.
"If you hadn't sent an invitation to the Xihuang Buddhist Realm this time, the monk might still be able to come. Although, it's time to call him Master Tai now." Lin Chongyang began to arrange another friend with his friends.
Xingxiu Yiqi was a little curious: "Did my friend sneak out of seclusion?"
However, it turns out that he is still slightly conservative.
"The disguised form is at Wanxi City. Moreover, it is a female form."
"Huh? Is he stimulated by something?"
"According to Buddhism, he should be said to have let go." Lin Chongyang corrected his friend's point of view.
"rare."
"It's really rare."
"No wonder you are avoiding Jialan."
Regarding the matter of his friend's transformation into a female form, Xingxiu Yiqi said that it is understandable, because this kind of situation is very common in Buddhism, and if you read more classics, you will not be surprised.
However, my friend's actions were indeed somewhat inappropriate.
Sneaking out through seclusion or something.
Not recommended, not advocated.
"This matter is not difficult to understand, but if he runs out, Jialan will definitely take him back."
"If Jialan knew about it, he would probably block the door more often in the future."
"so."
"Well, of course I'm helping my friend."
The two of them walked toward Jie Tian Tower while discussing how to prepare a surprise for their friend. If they were in seclusion, they would naturally not be able to come, but these people were already heading towards the city in Wanxi...
Moreover, the cultivation level of that body is far inferior to that of the original body.
This wouldn't make sense unless he told Jialan to bring people here.
The two returned to Xingxiu Tian, and Xingxiu Yiqi directly wrote a letter and sent it to Shi Zhijialan, who didn't know whether he had set out.
They were only responsible for the fire this time and had no intention of going to watch the fun.
…………
On the fourth day of August, the morning sun slowly rises from the east, and Wanxi Chaocheng ushered in another lively day.
Xiao Xiangyu, the shopkeeper of Chunyu Restaurant, finished her meditation and prepared to open the door to welcome guests as usual. She walked to the door, raised her hand and opened the door of the restaurant, and then saw a gentle and kind monk standing outside.
After the monk saw her, he said gently:
"Senior brother, long time no see."
(End of chapter)
