Li Chuan was very interested and said: "It's not a stunning hen, it's a stunning crab. Why are you so excited?"
He has now also figured out some of the aesthetics of monsters.
When monsters look for partners, most of them look for partners of the same kind. Chickens look for chickens, and geese look for geese. Only a few will cross race, and only a very small number will sow seeds regardless of race.
Hearing Li Chuan ask this question, Gong Er was stunned for a moment, and then he argued, "How do you know there are no demon cultivators in the Golden Phoenix Sect? There may be a little phoenix in the Golden Phoenix Sect."
"Then you go and take a look." Li Chuan didn't argue with Gong Er about this.
"Brother, aren't you going?" Gong Er asked.
"I just went out to meet with the head of Tianyu Sect, Wang. It seems that there was a bit of wind and I have a severe headache. I'd better rest here for a few days before going out for a walk," Li Chuan said, rubbing his brows. He was really It's a bit of a headache. "It will take three months in total. I will definitely see you again in the future."
"Then my third brother and I are going. Big brother, please take your medicine and have a good rest!" Gong Er said and jumped out again.
The third person followed Gong Er and climbed two steps, then turned back and said, "We will follow the disciples from the Four Gods Palace next door and come back after watching."
"No, I'm sleeping at home. Just remember to come back at night." Li Chuan said.
"Okay." The third person responded, and when leaving, he used his crab legs to close the door.
The alchemy room suddenly became quiet again.
"Why don't you go?" Lao asked curiously with a smile.
"I'm not interested in beauties." Li Chuan said, standing up and dragging his feet out, "I'm back, please remember not to run around."
"You still want to say this?"
…
Li Chuan returned to the room, sat next to the bed for a while, and took out the "Classic of Patterns" and the Tianyin Pot.
He flipped through the scriptures, knocked on the Tianyin pot, lifted the quilt, and got in. After closing his eyes, he smoothed over the content of today's chat with Boiled Egg in his mind.
You can't believe everything Boiled Egg says, but you should be able to get a rough idea of what happened.
When he was eight years old, he and his master went to Yanqing Mountain to provoke spiritual beasts. After the Frost Leaf Incident, the master saved the half-demon girl and died because of it. After that, he followed his two uncles. After the uncle passed away, he traveled all over the country alone, looking for undiscovered people. The secret realm.
Very magnificent.
It's just a coincidence that he happened to save the half-demon girl, and the price he paid was a bit tragic.
Is that half-demon girl still alive?
Li Chuan suddenly remembered what happened when he was eight years old. Was he in second grade or third grade? At that time, his parents no longer farmed and had not yet opened a shop. They had just started to go out to work and there was no one to take him, so they asked someone to let him go to school.
Just follow his brother to and from school.
He is the youngest and shortest in the class. While others sit quietly in class, he crawls around on the floor. But no one dares to bully him, because he will definitely fight back. He can't read, but he knows how to fight without a teacher.
Li Chuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, collecting his wandering thoughts and focusing on the present.
Tiansu, the hero.
Li Chuan frowned after thinking of these two names.
He reasonably suspected that after Tiansu's death, an ancestor of the Boiled Egg sect discovered a way to borrow the power of the Shenxia sect, so he claimed to be a member of the Shenxia sect and passed it down.
Tao Gong was enlightened by Tiansu a thousand years ago. The art of making hard-boiled eggs started worshiping the gods eight hundred years ago. No, it was five hundred years ago that the hero traveled to the world. There is no way he would have died as soon as he traveled...
Without Shenxia, where would the Shenxiamen come from?
He must have made up the hard-boiled eggs to make his sect sound like it has a long history!
Li Chuan cursed a few times in his mind, and any sympathy he had for hard-boiled eggs disappeared without a trace.
Then he thought, Sangu Qizhen should be regarded as the supreme existence in this world, right?
Who can kill an ancient immortal? What are the bugs in his bones? Are they... are they still replicating and reproducing?
Shaking his head again, he didn’t want to think about it anymore. As long as the sky falls in sixty or seventy years, it has nothing to do with him, and according to Xuanmen, it will only be a moment.
Turn over and fall into a deep sleep.
At night, Gong Er and Pang San came back listlessly. When asked if they had seen stunning beauties, they said depressingly that all of them were wearing hats and veils, flying around in the air and could not see anything.
Gonger said: "Brother, it's a good thing you didn't go. The flight wasn't as good as mine."
After five or six days of rest, Wen Guying came again. He said: "What I told you last time, everyone has arrived now, shall we go too?"
At this time, Li Chuan finally stopped taking the medicine. He was in good health and spirit. He was tired of being idle and wanted to go out for a walk.
Wen Guying took him away with his sword again. When he flew to a mountain wall, he did not stop, and his speed did not even change.
Li Chuan understood that there must be a mystery ahead, but subconsciously closed his eyes and only listened to the sound of the wind.
Not long after, he heard Wen Guying say: "We're here." After opening his eyes again, he found that they were standing in a wide and bright stone room, with a stone table in the middle, and he could see the sky when he looked up.
Headmaster Wang, Master Zenhai, and a young monk in white were sitting around the stone table.
Wen Guying led him over and motioned for him to sit next to him.
After sitting down, Li Chuan saw clearly the appearance of the monk opposite him, and he looked very familiar. When he almost called out his name, Wen Guying spoke up and introduced his identity.
Wen Guying said: "Brother Li, you have met Master Wang and Master Chanhai. This is Jiang Song, a monk from the Qing Sect." Then, he introduced Li Chuan's identity to Jiang Song.
Jiang Song? Not Jiang Bai? Are they twins?
Sensing Li Chuan's doubts, Jiang Song asked, "Fellow Daoist Li, what's wrong with you?"
"I met a monk before, who was also from the Qing Sect. He looks very similar to you." Li Chuan said.
"Is it Jiang Bai?" Jiang Song asked.
Li Chuan nodded.
"He is my brother, and we are twins." Jiang Song said.
I see.
Jiang Song asked again: "He didn't bring you any trouble, did he?"
Li Chuan hurriedly said, "No, no, he helped me a lot." At this moment, he suddenly felt that Jiang Bai and Jiang Song were different. Jiang Bai looks like a young man, impulsive and reckless, yet daring to act.
The Jiang Song in front of him looked like the monk he imagined, steady and indifferent.
The change in Xin Yuan is of great importance. He is sitting here as the representative of the Qing Sect. He is probably like Wen Guying, and he is a genius of the sect.
Then, Master Wang said: "Fellow Daoist Wen, now you can tell me, what happened in Xin Yuan?"
"Okay." Wen Guying nodded with a smile. He held the hilt of the sword tightly and slowly pulled the sword out of its sheath. Red light flows on the sword, like the rising sun filling the entire stone chamber.
(End of chapter)
