Clouds and clouds fade, wind and rain alternate,
Flowers bloom and fall, grass withers and grows again.
As spring passes and autumn comes, twenty years pass in the blink of an eye.
In the past twenty years, Zhongzhou has experienced unprecedented quiet years after suffering wars.
Outside, the foreigners seemed to have broken off their tentacles and retreated into their own territory. It was difficult to find foreigners on the land of Zhongzhou, and news of invasions was rarely heard on the border.
Inside, Fa Zong was severely damaged and no longer had the strength to share the world equally. However, under the leadership of Liangchen, Jian Zong merged with the Eastern and Western Sword Sects and repelled the alien invasion. Its reputation was at its peak and reached an unprecedented height!
However, the Sword Sect did not take advantage of the opportunity to expand its sphere of influence, and still made no progress according to the pattern of division by the Sword Ancestor back then.
This approach has been unanimously praised by Fa Zong's large and small sects. After all, with Liangchen's current reputation and strength, it is not impossible for the entire Zhongzhou sect to surrender.
Of course, there are also a small number of voices who attribute the Sword Sect's gentlemanly behavior to the fact that Senior Kun Wuya, the number one monk in Zhongzhou, has not come out of seclusion, which makes him fearful.
But no matter what the truth is, this kind of quiet environment is what Zhongzhou monks love to see and long for.
After all, years of war have devastated all life in Zhongzhou, making it impossible for people to meditate peacefully, and their realm has stagnated. This precious time allows each sect to have time to recuperate and regroup.
The whereabouts of the ancestors of the three major sects of the Fazong gradually spread. It was true that the Wuya ancestor of the Qingfeng Sect was injured, but he did not die and has been in seclusion at Yunwu Peak.
The Heavenly Man entered Tianguan alone, his life or death was uncertain, and he offended the Sword Sect. Although he surrendered to the Dongxi Sword Master and did not kill them all, he had already fallen into the dust. As the saying goes, when a tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Many disciples fled the sect one after another, so the strongest sect at that time quickly declined into a mid-level sect.
The fall of Immortal Yiyun has been confirmed. Fortunately, Guyue Pavilion has a close relationship with Jianzong, which is well known to the world, so there is not much turmoil. But even so, some powerful sects have gradually escaped its control. , there is a faint tendency to divide the court.
After all, the world of cultivation values strength. Without the ancestor of the God Transformation, it would be extremely difficult for Guyue Pavilion to defeat the heroes.
In this way, on the land of Zhongzhou, a hundred flowers bloomed for a time, and various forces, large and small, emerged.
There are also some powerful sects that take advantage of the stability of the world and directly choose to retreat to break through the realm. There are also many late-stage peak monks who try to attack the gods.
Among them are Fairy Jiuxia, Scholar Chuilu, Master Muchun and other familiar people.
However, the road to becoming a god is like ascending to the sky. It cannot be explored at will, so there is still no movement so far.
There are still only two transforming gods in Zhongzhou, Liangchen and Kun Wuya.
Fortunately, among these two people, one is already in the middle stage of becoming a god, and is truly the number one monk in Zhongzhou. Although the other is in the early stage, he has killed countless god-turning monks with his sword. In this way, even if there are only two gods in Zhongzhou, they are still like the sea-fixing needle that forces from all over the world dare not covet.
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It's the day.
Wanren Mountain, Sunset Cliff.
A new octagonal pavilion was built on the cliff at some time. In the pavilion, there is an ancient wooden table and several rattan chairs. At the moment, two people are sitting there, concentrating on playing chess.
Due to several heavy rains in the past few days, the nearby waterfall roared like a white dragon coming out of the stream. There are occasional banging sounds in the mountains in the distance, like firecrackers or roaring animals.
Neither of them had heard of this. The young man was thinking about the chess game with his eyebrows twisted. The old man was dressed in cloth, holding dry grass in his mouth and scratching his head with his hands. His small eyes were spinning around, not knowing what plan he was planning.
At the beginning, it was fast, and once one person made it, the other would follow closely. As time went by, the two people's moves gradually slowed down, and the critical moment between offense and defense was reached, and the thinking time became longer and longer.
After thinking for a long time, the old man solemnly picked up a white piece and placed it gently on the chessboard.
After putting down the chess piece, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, then grinned, and his eyes instantly shone brightly.
"Haha! The Dragon-Slaying Sword is ready!"
"Still not admitting defeat!?"
Looking at the chessboard again, the white stones are connected in a half-moon shape, like a knife cutting the black stones diagonally.
"That's it, the ancestor has won again." Seeing this, the man spilled the black chips in his hand.
"One more set! One more set!" the old man said as if he wanted to take advantage of the victory.
"Old Ancestor, just let me go!" The man had lost three games in a row today and didn't want to play again. He begged for mercy, and kept moving his hands. With a wave of one hand, a gust of wind blew up, and the chessboard pieces disappeared, replaced by a blue Small porcelain jar.
He opened the bottle cap lightly, and a burst of fragrance actually condensed into mist and curled out, shaped like a bird's tongue and smelling like sandalwood, slowly penetrated into his nose.
The old man was about to speak, but when he smelled the fragrance, he immediately stopped talking.
"Could this be sent by my apprentice?"
"It's the Ming Ai tea sent by Chui Lu." The man replied with a smile.
"This kid, you asked him to give you more, but he really didn't keep any. The old man hasn't had a drink in hundreds of years~" the old man said reproachfully.
It turns out that the old man and the young man are actually the only two remaining ancestors of the gods in Zhongzhou: Ku Wuya and Liangchen.
Kun Wuya has been in seclusion for more than forty years since he returned from the snow mountain. He only recently came out of seclusion.
After leaving the customs, I briefly dealt with the sect's affairs, and then went to live in the south peak of Liangchen. It has been half a month since today.
The two often played chess, but Liangchen was not good at chess, so he was no match for him, so he would lose eight or nine games out of ten. As for those one or two games, Kun Wuya had his own intentions.
Knowing some of the major events that have happened in Zhongzhou during the past forty years, Kun Wuya has already treated Liangchen as a peer, calling you and me in every word.
Liangchen, however, has always been respectful to him, and has never been proud of his increased strength. He still addresses him as his ancestor respectfully.
After all, Kun Wuya had saved his life at many critical moments, and the ancestor was actually in the middle stage of becoming a god, so he still regarded himself as a junior.
While talking, the water has been boiling, and a handful of tea leaves are put into the pot and poured!
"Zi——" The fragrance spread like a heavy fog on a winter morning. Even if there was an occasional cool breeze on the cliffside, it could not disperse the fragrance.
The two of them closed their eyes and sniffed it as if they were intoxicated by the fragrance. After a long time, they slowly picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, raised their eyebrows, and drank it all.
"This tea is really worth waiting for a hundred years!" Ancestor Wuya recollected the lingering fragrance in his mouth, and felt a leisurely Zen feeling in his heart.
"Although the tea is good, it's just too little. The juniors have paid great attention to it over the years, and now that's all that's left!" Liangchen agreed.
"Don't worry about this. Let's go to Baita Temple again in a few days." Kun Wuya said.
"Haha~~ This... is not good." Although Liangchen was moved, he laughed a little sheepishly.
"What's wrong with this? Do you still pretend not to care about something you like? Are you right, my little sword master?" Kun Wuya retorted meaningfully.
"Some things, no matter how much you like them, you can't just take them whenever you want." Liangchen was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, picked up the tea bowl, poured a cup and drank it.
"Yes, if you really go, I won't agree!" Kun Wuya said with a smile.
"Why?" Liangchen asked.
"After all, I said I would make the decision for Na Dai'er!" Kun Wuya said.
"Heh~~"
