"Your trip to the Biyun Mountains was quite satisfactory." Xiangxiu commented.
Since it is just a matter of avenging private revenge, it naturally also has a public side...for example, to measure the progress of this boy's strength.
"You also have to let me strike ninety-nine times before it can be considered complete." Li Su muttered.
Xiangxiu squinted, "Your idea is very dangerous."
"Just kidding." Li Su sat up and said with a smile, "Even if I am stronger than you, Uncle Master, I will definitely not be able to beat you, Uncle Master, right?
My respect for you, uncle, is like a surging river, endless. "
Xiangxiu looked at Li Su intently, how could she not hear the threat from this boy.
"Today, as my uncle, I will teach you a lesson." Xiangxiu said, her red lips gently spit out four words, "Don't use Qianlong."
The voice fell, and Li Su flew up again.
"Don't use weapons if you can, just hit me with your fists!" Li Su shouted while flying in the air.
Xiangxiu snorted softly, her figure flashed, her feet stretched out continuously, kicked Li Su's waist, and hurried towards Laojun Mountain.
Li Su, who was being kicked repeatedly, gently touched his clothes, indicating that Bing Qingya did not need to help him resist.
"Master, Master Xiangxiu means no harm." Bing Qingya's voice sounded in Li Su's mind.
"Does this need to be said?" Li Su secretly said, naturally knowing that Xiangxiu had no ill intentions and simply wanted to beat him up.
In fact, this was also Li Su's intention.
He could imagine how messy Uncle Xiangxiu, who had been secretly protecting his safety, would be when he was having sex with Hua Yunzhi.
I must have been feeling sulky for a long time.
"It's a pity that it's uncle." Li Su felt a little regretful.
"..."
In the early morning, the sun shines slightly.
Laojun Mountain.
Accompanied by a loud crane cry, a group of guests from all walks of life who came to congratulate began to climb the mountain one after another.
Having held eight birthday banquets in a row, the old sword fairy is already familiar with hosting guests from all over the world.
He divided the banquet into two areas, one area was specially used to receive young geniuses; the other area was used to receive guests over thirty years old.
Under the guidance of the two boys from Laojun Mountain, Jianqing and Jianming, the guests climbed to the top of the mountain in an orderly manner and entered Laojun Temple.
Laojun Temple is very large, with a square courtyard more than a hundred feet long and a spacious and huge palace.
The young geniuses all gathered in the square courtyard.
It was approaching noon.
"I have prepared fine truffle wine, snow lotus seeds, orchid cakes and longevity noodles for you." The old sword fairy's voice sounded like a warm spring breeze in the ears of the guests, "You don't need to be polite, you can enjoy it as much as you like. Drink and talk.”
In the square courtyard.
There were low banquet tables all around, and geniuses from all over the place were drinking alone or in groups, gathering together to talk.
Wen Du from the Wen family, Duanmu Congliang from the Duanmu family, and Zhou Futian from the Lingshan Sword Sect met unexpectedly.
The three of them once participated in the entrance examination of the Golden Scale Sect together, and now that they meet again, they all feel like they are reunited with old friends.
During the conversation, Li Su was inevitably mentioned.
"Do you think that boy will come?" Wen Du took a sip of wine.
Zhou Futian said: "When I came here, my master said that every time the old sword immortal celebrates his birthday, the Golden Scale Sect will send a gift."
"So it's coming?" Wen Du and Duanmu Congliang's eyes lit up.
"Are you talking about Mr. Boyang?" A young man at the next table couldn't help but interrupt.
Duanmu Congliang and Zhou Futian glanced at the young master.
"His name is Duan Liang." Wen Du smiled.
"Duan Liang?" Duanmu Congliang narrowed his eyes slightly, vaguely feeling that this name seemed to conflict with him.
"I'm in Xia Yunzhou, Duan Liang."
The one who interrupted was Duan Liang, who had just returned from the Biyun Mountains.
"Lingshan Sword Sect, Zhou Futian."
"Jingzhou, Duanmu Congliang."
"I don't need to introduce you." Wen Du said with a smile. He and Duan Liang were both from Yunzhou. They had met several times on some occasions and were considered acquaintances.
"Young Master Boyang did come to Shuzhou recently." Duan Liang whispered.
As soon as the words fell, the surroundings seemed to become quiet for an instant.
Duan Liang's head jumped slightly, and he scanned the surroundings calmly and found that many people were looking over.
"Have you seen him?" Wen Du was curious.
Duan Liang hesitated for a moment. Originally, he heard that Wen Du, Duanmu Congliang, and Zhou Futian knew Li Su, so he took the initiative to mention Li Su.
However, at this moment, the geniuses around him seemed to be listening, which made him realize that revealing Li Su's whereabouts might cause some trouble to Li Su.
"You can just say it." Zhou Futian said, "He is a disciple of the Golden Scale Sect, and he is destined to be the center of attention."
"That's it..." Duan Liang nodded and whispered, "I met Mr. Boyang once in the Biyun Mountains."
"Biyun Mountains? What is he doing there?" Wen Du was curious.
Most of the people around him pricked up their ears silently.
"Haha~, that's not something I can know." Duan Liang laughed and added, "Young Master Boyang comes and goes without a trace."
"Then have you seen his thing? Is it really as big as the legend says?" At this time, someone couldn't help but ask.
"Ah..." Duan Liang's cheeks turned a little red and he shook his head, "How could he show that... thing in front of me."
Zhou Futian, Duanmu Congliang, and Wen Du looked at each other and drank in silence in a tacit understanding.
They have all seen it, but they are too embarrassed to talk about it.
"That thing of his is really big." In the crowd, a tall man with a curly beard said leisurely.
Everyone looked at it.
"Let me go, why are you here?" Wen Du opened his eyes wide and recognized the bearded man.
Back then, during the third level assessment of the Golden Scale Sect, this person had a strong sense of presence.
What puzzled Wen Du was why was this man in the square courtyard?
"Why can't I be here?" The bearded man looked puzzled.
Wen Du said angrily: "Look around you, who is not a young person?"
The big man with the beard glared, "I am twenty-nine this year and not yet thirty, so why can't I be considered a young man?"
"Twenty-nine?" Everyone was stunned, and then they all looked at the face of the bearded man.
"Are you twenty-nine?" Wen Du's voice rose a few points.
"What? You don't believe it?" The bearded man stared at Wen Du.
"Ask, does anyone around here believe it?" Wen Du complained.
"Uncle, before you pretend to be a young man, you should shave your beard first." Someone reminded with a smile.
The big man with the beard stroked his beard and hummed, "I just look mature."
Everyone was speechless.
"Ahem~." At this time, Jianming, the boy in charge of entertaining the geniuses in the courtyard, couldn't help laughing, "This layman Qiao is indeed only twenty-nine years old."
"Really?" Duanmu Congliang was very perceptive.
"Well, he only has twenty-nine years of memory." Jian Ming smiled, "So, it is okay for him to say that he is twenty-nine years old, at least in Laojun Mountain."
"Hehe, did you hear that? I am twenty-nine years old." The bearded man chuckled.
"..."
Everyone was speechless.
Wen Du couldn't help but ask: "Little Master Jianming, how are you sure that he only has twenty-nine years of memory?"
"The boundary monument you encountered while climbing has a spiritual formation on it." Jianming explained, "That spiritual formation was obtained by my master from a ruins deep in the East China Sea. It can measure bone age and memory age. .
This layman Qiao is indeed only twenty-nine years old. "
"How can bone age and memory age be different?" Duan Liang muttered. As soon as he finished muttering, he came to his senses.
Amnesia!
"What is his specific bone age?" Wen Du asked curiously.
Jian Ming smiled and shook his head, saying, "That's layman Qiao's secret."
Wen Du curled his lips and muttered: "At least forty-five."
"If I were forty-five, you should call me uncle." The bearded man looked sideways at Wen Du.
"Can you bear it if I call you uncle?" Wen Du sneered back.
The bearded man stared and was about to retaliate when he heard Jian Ming let out a soft sigh.
"Huh?" Jian Ming stared at the jade token in his hand, his eyes full of surprise.
"What's wrong?" Everyone was curious.
"Well... here comes a man who is older than his age."
