Nalan Ruoyu leaned on the chair nearby and said lazily: "We are starving from traveling all the way. You have just brewed the wine and you can't drink it."
Li Xiuyuan waved his hand feebly and replied calmly: "Isn't there still wine on Zhufeng? It's only been a year, Master won't have finished drinking it all, right?"
Meng Shentong was silent for a while and then said: "That's not true. I was only able to enter the cave a few days ago..."
Without hiding anything from his disciples, Meng Shentong told the strange things about the mountains behind Zhufeng.
Then he looked at him and asked: "You have to at least let me know what is going on?"
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, looking at him speechless, thinking, besides his master, the old Taoist priest, who else could do this?
Thinking of this, he had no choice but to smile bitterly and reply: "The disciple was far away in Snow City at that time. How did he know that an accident had happened at Zhufeng?"
Regarding the matter of the old Taoist priest, he could not say anything even if he was killed.
Not even the two masters from Tianyun Mountain, Yun Tianhong from Meishan Mountain and the old monk from Xuefeng Mountain, he did not tell anything about the old Taoist priest.
Chen Xiaoyan was quietly making tea and listening to the three people's conversation. After enduring it for a long time, she finally couldn't help but sigh.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he asked: "Senior brother, what's going on? It was still fine when you left last year..."
Nalan Ruoyu was stunned for a moment, then laughed and asked, "Where did you go on this trip, and why did you get such a tan?"
For her, no matter what her disciple becomes, it can't change the master-disciple relationship between the two, and that's enough.
She never expected Chen Xiaoyan to be so sensitive, looking at the young man as if he couldn't bear it.
Meng Shentong didn't say anything. He was just like Nalan Ruoyu. No matter what Li Xiuyuan became, he was still his disciple.
Li Xiuyuan fell on the recliner, rolled himself into the animal blanket, chose a comfortable position, and sighed.
He said quietly: "I was just hit by a thunder in the ancient world, and then I became like this."
Only Nalan Ruoyu and Meng Shentong knew about his Nirvana and Tribulation, and he did not want to tell his junior sisters.
It's better to do less than to do more, just like today's bad thing.
Because of Duan Mufei's words, the genius of Tianlong Holy Land came to Loulan City to compete with him.
For him, if a person sits at home, disaster will come from heaven.
"This is not a big problem." Meng Shentong looked at him and said calmly: "When you are hit by thunder next time, maybe you will be back to your original state."
Li Xiuyuan only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He looked at the three of them and said calmly: "Teacher and disciples, please take a nap. Junior sister, please don't wake me up while you are eating."
Before he finished speaking, the person had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Chen Xiaoyan looked at Li Xiuyuan on the recliner and couldn't help but frown.
Looking at Nalan Ruoyu, he asked: "Master, is senior brother okay?"
Nalan Ruoyu picked up the spiritual tea in front of her and took a sip. She looked at Li Xiuyuan who was snoring and smiled softly.
He said softly: "He just fought two battles and lost too much blood... let him rest for a while."
Meng Shentong looked at the two men and sighed, and said with a wry smile: "Have you noticed that that kid would rather ask the saint for help than you or me take action?"
Yun Tianhong put down the tea cup in his hand and said with a bitter smile: "No... the female saint who appeared today clearly knows him. He didn't even say hello when he left..."
"Master, it turns out that there really are saints in Xuanwu Continent. Today's saints..."
Chen Xiaoyan was deeply shocked. She really couldn't understand when Zhufeng's senior brother met the female saint?
Meng Shentong looked at the sky outside the flower hall and murmured: "That is the female saint from Meishan. It seems that something happened to him on the way to the Snowfield Holy Land..."
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Meishan? Master, where is Meishan? "
Chen Xiaoyan frowned, looked at Nalan Ruoyu and asked softly.
Nalan Ruoyu thought for a while and said with a smile: "Meishan is the depth of the Snowy Mountains. It is a place independent of the Snowfield Holy Land. I didn't expect that there really are saints..."
Meng Shentong rubbed his dry hands, looked at the two of them and sighed.
He said leisurely: "A saint is also a human being. If you have anything to say, wait until he wakes up before asking. I believe Li Xiuyuan will give you a satisfactory answer."
Chen Xiaoyan looked at the old man in front of her with confusion. In her opinion, the old man was also a mysterious figure. After all, no one in Tianyun Mountain had ever seen the old man take action.
And even if the saint appeared today, the old man never frowned.
Ping An chased Xiao Ling'er and ran around the apricot tree several times in the garden, making Xiao Ling'er feel dizzy.
So he ignored Ping An and ran to the flower hall to ask for water from his sister.
No one paid attention to Li Xiuyuan who was on the high stage again.
Even though the geniuses and elders from Tianlong Holy Land came, they could not scare Ping An and Xiao Ling'er.
As early as when they were in Tianyun Mountain, they had met the geniuses and elders of the Snowfield Holy Land.
However, this time the elders of the Snowfield Holy Land were even more miserable, even one arm was missing.
Neither Ping An nor Xiao Ling'er have ever seen a saint, but even Yu Zun has to kneel down and kowtow, so he must be a very powerful person.
Li Xiuyuan had already fallen asleep wrapped in an animal blanket, and little Ling'er didn't dare to disturb him.
Holding Chen Xiaoyan's cup and taking a sip of water, she said, "Sister Xiao Ling'er is hungry, let's go cook something to eat."
Chen Xiaoyan glanced at Nalan Ruoyu and said with a smile: "I'm going to see what ingredients my senior brother has prepared..."
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Today, everyone in Loulan City is talking about the competition in the City Lord's Mansion.
The Tianjiao from the Holy Land waited for most of the spring for a battle, which finally ended with the Holy Land's defeat. The onlookers dispersed one after another, and almost everyone looked like they were still unfinished.
No matter whether it is the young master or the young lady of Loulan City or the monks and wealthy businessmen, they have never seen such a wonderful duel as today.
Not to mention that two geniuses came to the Holy Land one after another. If the saint hadn't appeared in the end, the elders of the Holy Land would have personally taken action to end the fight that had been brewing for nearly two months.
This duel between the young loose cultivators of Loulan and the genius of the Holy Land will be passed down orally through the monks and businessmen of Loulan.
It turns out to be another wonderful, thrilling story.
It spread in the streets and alleys of Loulan and spread to major towns and four holy places in Xuanwu Continent.
In the next few years, whether it is teahouses, restaurants, major holy places, or sects, they will continue to talk about the earth-shattering sword that the young man slashed on the high platform.
The sword that condenses the power of heaven and earth and is just short of killing the genius in the Fusion Realm from a high platform.
And this will also become the long-lasting memory of countless monks and people in Loulan City.
Because, at the last moment, they witnessed the legendary saint with their own eyes.
The saint's appearance was clearly to uphold justice and for the young man in Xingyuan.
A young man with a slightly dark complexion who likes to wear a black shirt.
Duanmu Tianfeng took Duanmu Fei and the others away from Loulan City overnight. Like frightened birds, the three of them hurriedly fled the city that was not very happy with them.
Because of their arrogance and rudeness, because they have been bullying the small.
On the official road in the spring breeze, there were two carriages from Phoenix City that rested overnight in a small town on the road, and then set off on their way to Loulan.
In the spring breeze, the three women kept laughing, because in the next many years, they no longer need to practice hard every day as before.
When Yu Wenjie told Tantai Mingyue and Murong Zhilan about their sister, the two women were deeply shocked.
They never thought of it,
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This quiet and timid girl is already a legend in the Fusion Realm.
And he is already at the middle stage of the Fusion Realm, which is incredible.
All the changes were due to the girl following Shura on a trip to the mountains in the wilderness.
The three girls were chattering all the way. They couldn't wait to rush to Loulan and see the young man who disappeared on the top of Tianshan Mountain.
The door to the Loulan City Lord's Mansion has been tightly closed, and the bluestone slabs on the high platform have been washed clean by the guards, and no trace of blood can be seen anymore.
Only one corner of the high platform was cracked by the thunder from heaven, and it needed to be repaired by craftsmen from Loulan City.
The frightened Situ Tianxing sat in the city lord's mansion, speechless. Even the master behind him frowned tightly.
After a long time, Situ Tianxing sighed and said, "In the end, we still took advantage."
For Situ Tianxing, the 20,000 spirit stones that Li Xiuyuan and Duanmu Qingyun asked for finally went to him, even though he spent a lot of effort on the apricot garden.
But compared to his own breakthrough cultivation level, what are those spiritual stones?
Although the master's realm is not high, he has extensive knowledge, but he has never seen the legendary saint, and the female saint he saw today clearly came here for the boy.
"Is this the end? Will they come to trouble us in the future?"
The master looked at Situ Tianxing and asked carefully. Because no matter what, the elders of Tianlong Holy Land would not be willing to lose to a young casual cultivator in Loulan City.
This question was something Situ Tianxing had asked himself before when Duanmu Tianfeng led the three of them away in a hurry.
But in the blink of an eye, I thought, the saints have already come forward for the boy, can the Heavenly Dragon Holy Land be transformed?
After all, the current four holy places only carry the name of a holy place, and there is no legendary saint.
"What should they do? Could it be that they are looking for trouble with the saint? Didn't you listen to what the female saint said?"
Situ Tianxing recalled what the female saint said and couldn't help but murmur to himself: "She doesn't mind leaving only three holy places in Xuanwu Continent...didn't you hear it at the time?"
The master sighed heavily and said softly: "I didn't expect that young man to know the saint. If he had told him earlier, who would have dared to trouble him?"
According to the records in Loulan's geographical documents, there are indeed no saints in the Xuanwu Continent. Unexpectedly, today it opened everyone's eyes.
It turns out that not everything in books is correct.
Situ Tianxing looked at the master and shook his head, smiling bitterly: "Just think about it, if he told you this before, would you believe it?"
The master thought for a moment, shook his head and replied, "It's really hard to believe."
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Li Xiuyuan did not wake up in the evening of that day. He slept peacefully and had a good sleep with the fragrance of flowers in the garden.
It wasn't until Chenshi the next day that I slowly opened my eyes.
After washing up, Li felt no hunger in his empty stomach.
Instead, he sat at the table under the eaves, lit the water stove, and wanted to make a pot of spiritual tea to calm down his mood.
Things in Tianlong Holy Land did not require him to pay too much attention, because Yun Tianhong had already warned Duanmu Tianfeng.
Presumably Duanmu Fei will also tell the leaders and elders of the Holy Land everything that happened today.
After all, I am the most innocent person.
Seeing Ping An and Xiao Linger practicing their swords in the garden when they got up early, Li Xiuyuan finally felt some joy in his sword.
Even if he leaves here one day, he will leave his sword skills in the lives of the two of them.
There is also junior sister Chen Xiaoyan, who must have also learned the snow-cutting sword technique, and the rest is just a matter of slowly polishing it and slowly improving it.
I don't know how long it took, but Nalan Ruoyu, who had gotten up early, quietly came to the table and sat down.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he asked, "Tell me, when did you meet the female saint."
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