——"My son, you were born of your mother's flesh and blood for half my life, and you have spent my whole life cultivating me. You must live well and have a clear mind, and don't... don't be controlled by traitors."
As Zhao Ning retells, Fan Jin's son's hoarse expectations and prayers seem to be heard in his ears. He holds his head and shakes it vigorously. At this moment, the sound fragments left in the womb burst out from the depths of his memory. .
"My child, grow up quickly. You are the only hope of mother and father."
"My child, don't be afraid. As long as your father is still alive, he will definitely bring you to this world safely."
"My child, listen, it is the fishing song of ordinary people. The salt water of the sea is deep and deep, and the Dragon King will be in the Dragon Palace...②"
"My child, your father will definitely protect you from birth. Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. Daddy is here."
"..."
"Ah!!!" Fan Jun's son held his head and screamed, even breaking free from Peng Jian's grasp. He swept his long tail hair fiercely and smashed the throne on the high platform into pieces.
He sat slumped in the ruins, half-supporting the table, lowered his head and said nothing. For a long time, there was no movement.
Zhao Ning glanced down at Shang Xia. Shang Xia understood and carefully approached the steps, trying to get close to it.
"Xiao Daxi, are you okay?" Shang Xia comforted, "Don't blame yourself, you were just used."
Fan Jun's son slowly raised his head, looked at him, and then at Zhao Ning, with a look of grievance on his face, and tears rolling down his eyes, big tears falling down.
"I...I didn't mean it."
"My sister is a good person. I'm just helping my sister. I'm not helping that ghost-faced man."
"My sister can make me happy, play with me, and sing fishing songs to me. How can she be a bad person?"
It is still resisting, but in this situation, resistance is meaningless, it is just a matter of seeing the truth sooner or later.
"Then why are you hiding here?" Shang Xia asked him, as if to remind him, if you were really good to him, why would you abandon him.
Fan Jun's son retorted, "It's because there are many great powers coming, and they can't...can't be discovered."
But at the end of his words, his voice became weak.
"Good boy. You're not stupid, and you know it too, don't you?" Shang Xia induced.
Fan Jun's son looked at him blankly.
Shang Xia finally asked, "Tell us, who are this sister and the ghost-faced man?"
*
A few days later, Tianyang Immortal Sect was extremely lively.
Sects and casual cultivators from all over the world have gathered here. There are many people outside the sect who have not been invited, but with the intention of seeing the excitement and watching the grand occasion, there are still many people gathered at the mountain gate. outside.
On the day of the Thousand Birthday Banquet, countless streams of light flashed across the sky, and people came from all directions to congratulate them.
"Look, isn't that the giant dragon sword of the Wanjian Sect?!" Outside the mountain gate, a cultivator pointed high into the sky. A giant sword ten feet wide and one hundred feet long, with a dragon's head raised on the hilt, crossed across the sky. That is the iconic spirit boat of Wanjian Sect. "Wanjian Sect came from a place as far away as Bianzhou Cultivation World. The reputation of Tianyang Immortal Sect is really shocking!"
"Our Yangzhou Tianyang Immortal Sect has been dominant in Jiuzhou for three thousand years. Even after experiencing the chaos a hundred years ago, it is still standing." Someone shouted proudly, "If you ask me, in another thousand years, the entire Jiuzhou Giant Arm will be destroyed. , those Jihan Sect, Qingxiao Sect, etc. all have to follow suit. Hahaha."
For people in Yangzhou, even if they are not disciples of the Tianyang Immortal Sect, the idea of being in the same place is an honor.
Of course, some of them were disdainful of these words, staring at the mountain gate with gloomy eyes, planning unknown things.
"Look, it's up to whoever says it. The two spirit boats coming from the north are the two major sects of Kunxu?" Someone saw another large spirit boat.
Everyone followed his direction and took a look, oh, what a great aura, the spirit boat arrived on the clouds, accompanied by auspicious clouds and cranes, elegant yet extremely oppressive, it was the spirit boat of the Qingxiao Sect.
On the other side, there is also a spirit boat, and its momentum is extremely sharp. Just look at the mast on the spirit boat. It is an eight-layer spiritual weapon inserted into the body. The shock is self-evident. The sword body The huge word "ji" written in ancient cloud-patterned seals indicates that this spiritual ship comes from the Ji Sword Sect.
"But you can see clearly, who among the two sects is participating in the Thousand Life Ceremony?"
"Oh, that's amazing, Elder Ji of Qingxiao Sect and Master of Jijian Sect!"
On the spirit boat, Ji Xiu laughed, "Why does Sect Master Shi have the leisure to come to Yangzhou in person? We haven't seen each other for a hundred years, but we happened to meet him now. What a great fate."
Shi Yueze laughed loudly, "I have been in seclusion for a long time, and my bones are stiff. I heard that there is a lot of excitement in Yangzhou. Come out to watch a show and relax."
He spoke casually, but there seemed to be something hidden in his words.
It happened that Ji Xiu understood, "What a coincidence, I just came out of seclusion soon, and I also received news that the sect master has been busy in the past hundred years, so I asked myself to come on this trip."
Shi Yueze glanced at him and said with a smile, "Brother Ji, you are still very talented. It has only been a hundred years and you have been promoted to Nascent Soul."
Ji Xiu folded the fan in the distance and said, "This is all due to chance. Moreover, I am only an ordinary Nascent Soul, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."
"What are you talking about? This laughter can be heard hundreds of miles away." Another voice interjected between the two of them. They both raised their heads at the same time, only to see higher up, the floating island-shaped flying spirit boat of Jihan Palace approaching steadily. , on the island, Zhan Xuexuan saluted the two of them from a distance, "I have met the two masters."
Even the Jihan Sect, which had been keeping a low profile for thousands of years, came in person. Ji Xiu and Shi Yueze looked at each other, with smiles in their eyes that were not too big a deal.
"Sir Xue Xuan has been in charge of the Extreme Cold Sect for hundreds of years, and his magnanimity now impresses both of us."
"The two masters are joking." Zhan Xuexuan smiled faintly. She was not as cold as Leng Shuanglong, nor as cold as the previous sect master. She suddenly switched to the voice transmission, "Have you received the Legend of the Golden Sword, the two masters?" letter?"
The smiles on the three people's expressions faded a bit. Zhan Xuexuan got the answer and asked again, "Two masters, do you know whose golden sword sent the message?"
"I don't know." Ji Xiu said through the message. He looked at Shi Yueze, "The tone of the Golden Sword message was extremely strong, as if he was extremely angry. I feel that things are not simple."
Zhan Xue rotated her fingertips twice, and she also felt it. She remembered the tough words in the golden sword message, "Tianyang Immortal Sect, Thousand Life Ceremony, the true face of the world, the witness of heaven." What on earth was it trying to reveal? ?
"Haha, what's there to worry about?" Shi Yueze waved his hand and said, "We are here purely to be witnesses, and other things are for them to consider. Just watch the show, don't delay."
After saying that, he stopped talking to them, signaled to the disciples who were traveling with him, and sent the spirit boat to the interior of Tianyang Immortal Sect.
Ji Xiu and Zhan Xuexuan stopped communicating and followed closely behind.
Inside Tianyang Immortal Sect, the decoration is very grand, with exotic flowers and plants blooming, fairy trees and jade trees standing beautifully, countless beautiful fairies flying into the sky holding flower baskets, and there are bursts of fairy music and strange fragrances in the square of Tianyang Hall. Tangy.
Entering the Neimen Mountains, you can see at a glance on the high platform on the west side of the main hall. The Tiandao Monument stands tall, a hundred feet high. On it are engraved the names of the 115th generation disciples of the Tianyang Immortal Sect, and the founder of the sect, Ye Feng. The name is placed high on the top, but it is dimmed at the moment, which makes the word "Yuanhua" on the side particularly eye-catching.
"Three thousand years ago, this old guy has not yet died, but now he has defeated Ye Feng and became the real leader of the Ye family and Tianyang Immortal Sect." On the high platform in the east, Shi Yueze said quietly with his arms folded, his voice not concealed, But except for Ji Xiu and Zhan Xuexuan, no one nearby dared to say anything.
Zhan Xuexuan said, "I heard that today is not only the birthday ceremony, but also the wedding ceremony."
She obviously had better information than Ji Xiu, so she added, "Tianyang Immortal Sect wanted to invite Elder Boyan to witness the marriage, but the elder declined." Elder Boyan is the most qualified elder of Jihan Palace and is already alive. For nearly five thousand years, some people have always said in private that Elder Boyan is the next Kyushu Yuanshen. The Tianyang Immortal Sect's approach is mostly due to respect for the ancient inheritance of the Jihan Sect, and the other half is due to respect for the Venerable Tiangong.
Ji Xiu was surprised, "Who does Lao Immortal want to marry?"
"Of course it's Zhi Yue, the acting head of the Tianyang Immortal Sect." Zhan Xuexuan said to him, "I heard that this Zhi Yue is a familiar acquaintance with Master Zhao Ning of the Ling Zong. I wonder if Master Zhao Ning is here together today. Back then, Farewell to the Heavenly Palace, we haven’t seen each other for a long time.”
Ji Xiu shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I haven't seen this little fairy for a long time."
Shi Yueze embarrassed him, "A hundred years have passed, and Little Fairy Zhao Ning may have entered the late Nascent Soul stage. By then, it won't make sense to call her Little Fairy, and she will have to change her name to Senior."
"Hey." Ji Xiu unfolded the folding fan with a snap, "The little fairy calls my senior brother a one-day uncle, then I will still be my uncle. This time the little fairy called me."
Shi Yueze pointed at him with a smile, but his eyes were also wandering among the crowd, as if looking for Zhao Ning's whereabouts.
At this moment, a vigorous purple flame suddenly rose in the east, and the purple light shone in the sky, with the potential to spread.
For a moment, all the eyes in front of the main hall gathered. Soon, huge purple clouds wrapped several figures and appeared in the sky above Tianyang Immortal Sect. However, Tianyang Immortal Sect's height of a hundred feet showed a faint barrier.
A person walked out of the purple clouds, with an expressionless face, purple flames embedded in his forehead, his long and semi-long hair tied back, a purple belt wrapped around his back, and a purple flame robe, menacing.
It was Xiang Hongxuan, also known as the leader of the Purple Flame Sect.
"Why, is this how Tianyang Immortal Sect treats guests now?"
An elder from the Tianyang Immortal Sect walked out of the main hall and said, "Sect Master Xiang, this happened a hundred years ago. I, the Tianyang Immortal Sect, do not welcome you."
"Oh, whether you like to welcome me or not, it doesn't matter whether we come or not. The Chiyang family is happy to have Yanzhou return to Yangzhou, and the family is happy. I, the head of the family, can't participate in it?"
His arrogance is extremely arrogant, which is very different from the reticent Xiang Hongxuan back then. He doesn't know what he has experienced in the past hundred years.
When the elder heard Xiang Hongxuan's shameless comparison, he blew his nose and glared in anger, but it was difficult to blurt out the angry words of the sect leaders from all over the world.
"Let him come in." At this moment, a woman's coquettish voice came from the hall.
The elder restrained himself, bowed his hands in the hall, and then opened a passage with the elder's order.
Xiang Hongxuan, who was high in the air, snorted mockingly, entered the interior in an instant, and appeared on the east high platform. He did not greet Ji Xiu and others, but sat down cross-legged in front of the desk, so arrogantly.
Ji Xiu and Shi Yueze looked at each other, and Shi Yueze raised his eyebrows, as if to say, "Look, the show is about to begin."
The elder of Tianyang Immortal Sect looked around and saw that most of the seats were already seated. He asked inside, "Sect Master, can we start now?"
"Wait a moment." The female voice inside said.
On the external high platform, many people were talking, "Who are you waiting for? Kunxu Qingxiao Extreme Sword, Bianzhou Wanjian Sword King, Chengxuan Jihan, Netherworld Daxuan Mountain, and even Yanzhou Ziyan, have all arrived Now, who else has not yet arrived?"
"It's strange, how can anyone get such attention?"
"Yeah, it's really strange." This sound was not echoed by the crowd on the high platform, but came from high in the sky.
Everyone looked in shock, only to see a man wearing a black robe slowly floating down until he landed outside the barrier of Tianyang Immortal Sect. The hood fell down, revealing a half-masked face.
"Is it possible that you are waiting for me?" His voice seemed to be even more arrogant than Xiang Hongxuan.
"Ghost mask?!"
"Sect Master Yue?!"
All kinds of voices came out, and even several elders in the hall were surprised and ran out. One of them raised his finger and shouted angrily, "Who are you?!"
The man raised his hand and put it on the mask, and said quietly, "As you can see, I am a ghost-faced man."
These three words are actually very unfamiliar in Kyushu. Shi Yueze and the other three exchanged glances, but none of them knew what they meant.
However, at this moment, the leader of the Tianyang Immortal Sect who had not appeared for a long time actually walked out of the hall. She was wearing a gorgeous golden robe, with a flying phoenix on her head. Her makeup was grand and dignified, but she could not hide her charming eyes. , it is Zhiyue.
Next to her was He Jie, who was wearing a blue robe. He Jie stared directly at him.
Zhiyue bowed from afar, "Your Excellency, you are joking. Sect Master Yue is dead and the ghost face has been destroyed. Where did the ghost-faced man come from? I don't know how to honor you. This kind of joke is not very funny."
"Hahahaha." The people in the sky laughed loudly, "Zhiyue Sect Master really has a good aura. I wanted to tease him a little to liven up the atmosphere, but it seems that I have lost my temper."
As he spoke, he lifted his face in a cool manner, revealing his true appearance.
"It turns out it's him." Shi Yueze suddenly realized who it was.
Zhiyue is worthy of being the leader of a sect, and she is also the one to identify the person, "It turns out to be Grandmaster Peng Jue, the magic hand of Lingbao, but Zhiyue is blind."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Peng Jue waved his hand from a high place and shouted into the depths of the cloud, "Come out, let's join the banquet."
Everyone saw a blue bird carrying a lantern in a carriage. Although Peng Jian fell into the square together, the breeze blew through the curtains of the carriage.
The four Shang Xia people came out one by one holding congratulatory gifts.
Just when everyone thought the carriage was empty, they heard a clear knock on the ground. Zhong Wenyan and Yanyu opened the curtains at the same time, and an old woman walked out step by step. She was an old woman, with only one pair of clear eyes. Can see clearly the fog of the world.
