Yufumai and Qifeng are actually quite far away.
But after Yuanshen, his speed increased several times.
So now the distance between Yufu Vein and Qifeng is not too far for Wang Zijia.
In just a few minutes, we arrived at Qifeng.
Looking down, there are four peaks guarding it, and the core three peaks stand quietly.
He hovered slightly in the sky for a moment, and instead of going straight to the main peak in the middle, he headed towards the Demon Suppressing Peak.
Let's meet Li Zhengfang first, after all, we have an appointment.
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A silver stream of light flashed past, and they arrived at the Demon Suppressing Peak in a moment.
Unlike the hustle and bustle of other peaks, Zhenmo Peak is unusually clean. It is not only a description of the environment, but also a description of the preaching and personnel.
There are not many buildings in the entire Demon Suppressing Peak. Except for the large spiritual field and a few disciple buildings that look after the spiritual field, the rest of the mountain is almost entirely covered with trees.
Only at the foot of the mountain are there several urban buildings.
In addition, there is a large group of buildings near the top of the mountain.
That's where the disciples of the Suppressing Demon Lineage live. The entire Suppressing Demon Lineage is much 'quieter' than the Scripture Collection Pavilion lineage!
On the top of the mountain, the architecture is a bit strange, and it smells like a Buddhist backyard tower forest.
The entire summit of Zhenmo Peak is densely packed with thousands of high and low pagodas.
In a strange formation, the buildings are scattered all over the top of the mountain.
In the center of many towers, there is a nine-story pagoda tens of meters high, standing quietly at the core of many building complexes.
This is not only a building, but also one of Wanyu’s sect-suppressing immortal treasures: the seventh-grade immortal treasure-suppressing demon tower!
Probably because he couldn't figure out Wang Zijia's specific character, Li Zhengfang did not meet at the tower.
It was in a building complex not far from the Demon Suppression Tower, in a courtyard belonging to him.
After all, it is not a good thing to get into other people's magic weapons.
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When Wang Zijia floated to the front of the courtyard, the two doormen saw him and immediately bowed respectfully and said, "I have met the Divine Lord!"
Wang Zijia nodded lightly, and before he could let anyone know, the doorman said: "Ancestor has been waiting for the Lord God for a long time, please invite the Lord God here."
When Wang Zijia heard this, she didn't say much. She followed Jiwa into the courtyard with her hands behind her back and a calm and calm expression.
The entire courtyard is not too big, and the layout is a bit too elegant, like a female nunnery.
The boy actually did not take him to the main reception hall, but came to a side hall and stopped. After bowing to Wang Zijia, he signaled that the ancestor was inside.
Wang Zijia frowned slightly and stepped into the side hall.
Well, a study room?
Or a training room with a more elegant layout.
Li Zhengfang was standing in the room, with his back on his back and his head raised, looking at something.
Wang Zijia looked up and paused.
There is a painting on the wall, or in other words, a huge animated scroll of immortality!
The protagonist of the huge scroll is a lifelike young man with a peerless face, a fierce temperament, and evil eyes.
Sometimes five long swords dazzle the world and sway demons, sometimes huge lava fireballs fly into the sky, and sometimes spears fill the sky and fall like fire plumes and meteors.
Pictures flashed continuously, all showing magnificent scenes of slaying demons.
The picture kept flashing by, and finally settled on a city wall. A man and a woman stood quietly on the wall, with a faint sadness filling the air. There are obviously no words or words at all, but the meaning of parting is made very obvious and artistic.
Wang Zijia remembers this scene. The first meeting and many partings between Wang Zijia and Li Lan in Fuhou City must have been here!
It was originally a farewell picture of old friends, but with the previous big scene of slaying demons and Li Shenghong's ending, this parting picture turned into a farewell picture of dying on the border!
It's a bit more heroic and desolate, with a touch of sadness and overwhelming pride!
Looking at this picture scroll, Wang Zijia was also a little stunned.
I couldn't help but think of everything that happened eight thousand years ago, and Li Lan was one of the few friends Li Shenghong had in his half-year life!
After all, Li Shenghong was too clean, as clean as a saint, not stained by any mundane filth, and difficult to approach. And Li Lan, the border guard, was also one of the very clean people.
He is also a foolish monk who cares about the sufferings of all people!
That's why the two became close friends who cherished each other, and became close friends in half a year without much contact.
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"My aunt later switched to some painting techniques and did it herself." Li Zhengfang said after a long time.
Wang Zijia also recovered slightly and nodded, probably understanding why Li Zhengfang knew him.
After all, this painting is not just about the appearance, the spirit, energy, and spirit are all depicted extremely vividly. There is even a special atmosphere permeating the painting.
After carefully studying this painting and seeing Wang Zijia who was not hiding, I could recognize him at a glance. He was the same person.
"Li Lan...has she been guarding the border since then?" Wang Zijia asked with some reminiscence and sadness.
Li Zhengfang nodded and said: "My aunt said that she is a common person and cannot do her best and burn herself out, but she can still do what needs to be done with a clear conscience."
"For this reason, she guarded the border for hundreds of years, and later she took me to guard it with her."
"It wasn't until the Immortal Alliance collapsed, the three sects separated, and the war subsided, that he returned to the Demon Suppressing Peak to spend his last days. He lived for eight hundred and seventy years, never married, but died with a smile."
"I think she is satisfied with herself!"
Li Zhengfang's voice was faint, as if he was thinking of that distant time.
Seven thousand years is really too long for a tribulation monk!
Wang Zijia: "······"
Don't keep mentioning that you will never marry. You make it sound like we are having an affair!
"That's right!" Li Zhengfang seemed to have remembered something, and looked at Wang Zijia and said, "My aunt looked for Li Zhengfang and Ding Haiping in the whole sect back then, but couldn't find them."
"Later, after I was born, my aunt simply gave me this name. As for Ding Haiping..."
At this point, Li Zhengfang looked at Wang Zijia with a deep expression and said: "More than a thousand years later, I accidentally discovered a talented disciple in the sect, and he is called this."
"Just take over as a disciple and accept him as a master."
"I never thought that by now, we would both become tribulation monks."
This was what Wang Zijia did casually after he found out that he couldn't go to Wanyu.
When chatting again, Wang Zijia said that he was studying fortune telling, and then asked Li Lan to help find two disciples in Wanyu.
At that time, Wang Zijia had already been recruiting disciples and teaching people throughout his career, so it was not an excuse or a surprise.
It was originally done casually, but when Li Lan didn't find anyone, Wang Zijia knew that Li Zhengfang hadn't been born yet, so he ignored it.
Unexpectedly, Li Lan actually remembered it, and after finding no one, he simply named his gifted nephew such a name.
It really is······
However, his portrait was hung in the house, his nephew was given the name he said, and his nephew grew up listening to his stories.
Can you not misunderstand this?
Fortunately, Li Zheng was born many years after his death, otherwise he might have thought it was an illegitimate affair!
Wang Zijia didn't know how to answer the call for a while. He couldn't say:
Don't get me wrong, your aunt and I didn't have an affair... private... um, a romance, right?
"Alas..." Wang Zijia, who didn't know how to answer the question, sighed leisurely, full of vicissitudes of life.
Li Zhengfang was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Then should I call you Fellow Daoist Wang, or should I call you Senior Sword Immortal?"
When Wang Zijia came to the topic, his expression was slightly solemn, but before he could reply, Li Zhengfang frowned.
Suddenly said: "Let's go to Wanyu Hall to chat?"
Wang Zijia paused and said simply: "Yes!"
After saying that, the two of them left the room one after another, turned into light in the yard, and flew towards the Wanyu Hall on the top of Wanyu Peak, the main peak next door.
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When the two of them arrived at the main peak and stepped into the unusually grand hall, there were already many people waiting in the hall.
The main hall of Wanyu is very large, not because of the size of the building, but because the internal space has been expanded to an exaggerated extent.
The entire hall can accommodate at least hundreds of thousands of people to discuss matters together.
At the core of the main hall, there are three high jade seats like dragon chairs. Next to the high chairs, there are several other seats lined up.
At the center of the room, Ding Haiping was sitting quietly. Next to him was a carefree young man who smelled of alcohol and had rarely tidied up seriously. He was sitting lazily.
On the seats around, there were also many Yuan Shen Daxiu, Zhang Decheng and the three elders of Feisheng Hall, all in this group.
A large group of people were waiting for their arrival.
It was obviously a bit too formal. It was probably not the way to wait for casual disciples to be promoted to Yuanshen.
Li Zhengfang and Wang Zijia came to the main hall together. Wang Zijia stopped in front of the hall, and Li Zhengfang walked to the main seat.
Wang Zijia saluted everyone, and all the cultivators, including the headmaster and several other major cultivators who had transcended the tribulation, stood up and returned the salute.
The next moment, behind Wang Zijia, an Immortal Amyrlin throne of similar size to the three main seats quickly grew out of nothing.
Seeing this, Wang Zijia didn't hesitate and sat on the seat openly.
"Fellow Taoist Li, has his cultivation level stabilized?" Ding Haiping was the first to speak with some hesitation.
"Headmaster, just call me Wang Zijia!" Wang Zijia said lightly.
The eyes of many Yuanshen Daxiu cultivators around him all lit up when they heard this.
The headmaster Ding Haiping paused and said: "Fellow Taoist is not planning to return to Daqian Shenjing? If I checked correctly, you should be the ninth brother of the royal family of Daqian, the current imperial magistrate Li Shenghui, right?"
Wang Zijia shook his head and said: "Don't mention it now, eight thousand years ago, from the day I left Shenjing, I swore never to return to Shenjing again in this life."
Wang Zijia's expression was indifferent, maintaining some of Li Shenghong's personal characteristics. Since it is reincarnation, some things can be different, but some things remain unchanged.
"What do fellow Taoists think of Daqian and Wanyu?" Ding Haiping asked.
Faction choice?
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