Zimmer hasn't been married for seven years, so why is he here again?
In a corridor outside the main pavilion of Renhuang Pavilion, Wu Wang and Ji Mo walked together, both holding folding fans, blowing or fanning them, just like two young princes going out for an outing.
It was where they were hanging out, which looked a bit weird to the other young men.
After all, the Renhuang Pavilion is in charge of the internal affairs of the human domain, and the main pavilion is the core of power in the human domain.
"I rushed over when I heard you were released from seclusion," Zimo sighed with a smile, "I finally got married, but you couldn't come over. I feel quite regretful after all."
Wu smiled and said, "Then you should bring Le Yao and have a casual meal together."
"She went to take care of her father-in-law's affairs."
Zhi Mo gently waved the folding fan and said slowly: "Recently, there has been some friction between the Sun-Poor Demon Sect and other sects. She is the young sect leader and sometimes needs to represent the sect and fight with the younger generations of other sects."
Wu Wang said: "I just read the Renhuang Pavilion Case Sect in recent years. After His Majesty severely damaged the gods of the Tiangong Palace in the north, the friction between the sects increased several times, and it is still increasing."
"Well, this is probably what grandma said about the conspiracy in heaven."
Zimmer smiled and said:
“Friction among sects is actually inevitable, and where there are people, there will be conflicts.
As long as real fire is not used and the sect's vitality is not harmed, with Renhuang Pavilion suppressing it and all the major sects knowing about Tiangong's conspiracy, nothing major will happen. "
"Brother Ji, your cultivation has improved rapidly, and you have already reached the late stage of the Immortal Realm."
"She has become an immortal."
Ji Mo smiled like a spring breeze, swaying the folding fan in his hand and swaying his body slightly with a look of joy on his face: "The wonder of dual cultivation is indescribable, indescribable, and comfortable... Hahaha!"
Wu Wan couldn't help but kicked him out. Zhi Mo jumped forward half a foot nimbly and winked at Wu Wan.
"Brother Wuwang, you should also find a woman to marry!"
"If you don't become extraordinary, how can you have a family?"
Wu Wang looked solemn, put his hands behind his back, raised his head and said:
"Nowadays, the Heavenly Palace is targeting us and the human realm is experiencing difficulties. Seniors are working hard to support us, while the younger generations of the human realm are in decline.
Without everyone, how can we have a small family?
The master of this palace is devoted to cultivation, and only has the only intention in his heart to explore forward, strive to achieve extraordinary status as soon as possible, and contribute his meager strength to the future development of the human race!
Brother Ji, your pattern has fallen apart. "
Light, there is light shining.
Zhi Mo raised his hands to cover his eyes, not daring to look directly at the shining figure of Wu Wan. Then he looked ashamed and bowed to Wu Wan.
Incomparable, really incomparable to Brother Wuwang!
Wu Wang said: "Brother Ji, I want to severely criticize you. You will punish yourself when you drink later!"
"Definitely, definitely...isn't the three altars too much? Even the donkeys in Renhuang Pavilion would not dare to drink like this."
"What? It's only been three years since you got married, and now you're starting to take care of yourself?"
Zhi Mo blinked at Wu Huan, who immediately gave him an understanding expression.
The two chuckled a few times and continued to chat in the corridor, and the conversation gradually became less serious.
The two hadn't seen each other for several years. As soon as Ji Mo heard that Wu Juan was out of confinement, he rushed over and told Wu Juan personally about his wedding to Le Yao. He also told Wu Juan about the situation that day, even if Wu Juan came in person. .
While drinking at Wu Wan's residence, Ji Mo asked Wu Wan if he would return to Miezong and when he would return to Miezong.
Wu Wan took a sip of the fruit wine and sighed: "It will probably take more than ten years before I can go back. In Renhuang Pavilion, I always feel a little stressed, and I unconsciously think about some big things.
I am still comfortable in Mie Zong. I think about how to earn spiritual stones externally and save spiritual stones internally every day. It feels more comfortable. "
"Speaking of our sect-annihilating property," Jimo said with a smile, "Do you need my help?
Our Ji family has shops for rent in many towns. If the sect needs some shop locations, we can ask them directly. "
Wu Wang waved his hand and said seriously: "These are two different things. Public and private cannot be confused. If you are a Dharma protector in the Mie Sect, you should do your job as a Dharma protector and don't think too much about anything else."
"Okay," Ji Mo picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "When Brother Wuwang returns to Miezong, I will take Le Yao to live with Miezong for a few years."
"Come here to show off how affectionate you are on weekdays?"
Wu Wan snorted: "Just stay with my wife! How many of you in the Mie Sect believe that you, the master of the Ji family, are really here to protect the sect?"
Lin Su, who was bringing new wine to the side, chuckled and said: "Young Master, many people think that Mr. Ji came to Mie Sect as a protector to be the protector of the Black Desire Sect."
Zhi Mo and Wu Wan looked at each other and laughed a few times.
Not far away, Dongfang Mumu was having a great time chasing the little eared mouse that was flying upside down with open hands.
…
Renhuang Pavilion is an important place in the human domain, and Ji Mo did not stay for a long time.
He got together with Wu Wan, ate and drank for two days, and then returned to the Ji family with a few guards to practice and prepare for the battle to become an immortal and punished by heaven.
The two heavenly punishments of becoming an immortal and becoming a transcendent, or two heavenly tribulations, are extremely difficult for monks.
The former is relatively simple and can be passed steadily as long as there is enough accumulation.
A precious, mid-level immortal treasure that protects the Yuan Shen is enough to allow monks who have reached the peak of the Immortal Realm or the elementary level of the Yuan Immortal Realm to safely survive the punishment of becoming an immortal.
However, in the extraordinary calamity, the effect of the top-level guardian soul-like fairy treasures is also limited, and it is mainly necessary to rely on one's own methods to resist.
The heavenly punishment of becoming an immortal is aimed at the living being itself, while the extraordinary punishment is aimed at the way of a monk.
After sending Ji Mo away, Wu Wang handled a few minor cases in the Punishment Hall, and was shouted out of the Punishment Hall by Taoist Xiaojian.
When this disciple of Pavilion Master Liu saw Wu Wan, he smiled with pride, his face was full of spring breeze.
It's not that this master has made a breakthrough in his own realm - when he reaches the realm of Taoist Xiaojian, breakthroughs mainly rely on chance, such as the few new Taoist outlines in the Sutra Collection Hall.
The few scriptures written by Wu Wang are only understood by dozens of top masters in the human world at this moment;
The masters in the human domain cannot all retreat, they must come in batches. Although Xiaojian Dao people are also in the extraordinary realm, their realm is similar to that of the great elders. They are new masters, so they have to be queued to the later rounds.
He doesn't even know about those scriptures now.
The main reason for Taoist Xiaojian's good mood is...
"Hahaha, Master Wuwang, my master has gone into seclusion!"
"Pavilion master is in retreat, why do you feel that senior is so excited?"
"Hahaha? Is this poor guy laughing?
Alas, I don’t know what happened to the master in the past two or three years. He would call Pindao to give him a beating if nothing happened. He also said that his hands were always itchy. "
Taoist Xiaojian held his beard and chanted softly, and said with a smile:
"Master told me before retreating that Pindao should be responsible for practicing with the Master of Wuwang Hall and sparring with the Master of Wuwang Hall for half a day every other day. When should we start today?"
"Let's go now," Wu Wang asked, "Where is the master of the pavilion retreating?"
"In the main hall," Taoist Xiaojian said with a smile, "the master of Wuwang Hall has a training ground specially set aside by the master."
"Pavilion Master, he is really serious."
Wu Wan nodded with a smile, made a gesture of invitation, and rushed to Pavilion Master Liu's residence with Taoist Xiaojian.
Unfortunately, Fairy Ling was still in a state of enlightenment, and Wu Wan was still a little uncomfortable without the aid of the flute.
The two of them stood still at the practice ground, and Wu Wan casually pulled off his robe.
Taoist Xiaojian put his left hand behind his back, raised his sword fingers with his right hand and lightly slashed to the side, and flew the long sword on his back to the corner.
The Taoist laughed and said:
"Master has warned me that I should be more energetic, and I must not underestimate the offensive of Master Wuwu, let alone hurt Sect Master Wuwu during sparring.
Lord Wuwang, come here. Don't worry about Pindao. Pindao still has some confidence. "
"Senior, Pavilion Master Liu has great trust in you, so I will not hide it from you, senior."
Wu Wan took a gentle breath, and a purple half-moon mark slowly appeared on his forehead. His aura, which had been loose and weak for a moment, suddenly became extremely sharp.
The light in the underground training ground was already a little dim. At this moment, Wu Wan was standing dozens of feet away from Taoist Xiaojian, and black shadows seemed to appear behind him.
Taoist Xiaojian raised his eyebrows, and the sword finger of his right hand shook, and a three-foot-long air sword condensed on his fingertip.
Two layers of golden light appeared everywhere around Wu Huan. The bottom layer of golden light condensed into golden scales, and the outer layer of golden light condensed into the precious armor all over his body.
He took a step forward, and the fairy lights on the six walls of the array flickered uncertainly, faintly like a blue dragon entrenched in the shadows.
"Senior, please enlighten me."
Taoist Taoist Xiaojian's Qi Sword glowed at his fingertips, and one or two cyclones were wrapped around his body, as if it would fly away in the wind at any time.
"Come."
The gold and silver colors around Wu Huan's body flashed brightly, and he rushed straight towards him, leaving a series of afterimages behind him, and punched the front without any fancy.
Taoist Xiaojian secretly thought that he was going to die, but Wu Wan almost lost his momentum. Fortunately, he was experienced in many battles. He pointed his sword forward, pulled out dozens of feet of sword light, and killed Wu Wan on the head...
After a while.
Wu Huan sat cross-legged on the flat ground, and the large formation beneath him merged wisps of starlight and pure spiritual energy into Wu Huan's body.
Because it was discovered that Taoist Xiaojian's sword power was not as sharp as expected, the body-protecting golden armor had been taken back to the spiritual platform by Wu Wan during the previous fight.
There is a saying that the quality of Taoist Xiaojian's sparring partner is obviously not as good as that of Pavilion Master Liu.
When facing Wu Huan, although he was able to move freely, he lacked some of the "heavy-weight and light-weight" feeling;
The main reason was that when Wu Wang was beaten, the beating was painful and the injury was not serious, and it could not have the effect of loosening the muscles and revitalizing the bones.
Of course, it would be nice to have such a sparring partner, but you can't be picky.
Wu Huan comforted himself in this way, trying hard to absorb the power of the stars to temper himself.
And Taoist Xiaojian...
He is sitting three feet away, with his hands in his long hair, his eyes are a little stunned, his face is a little gray, and from his soul to his immortal body, he is interpreting four characters - doubt about immortality.
Taoist Xiaojian frowned and looked at Wu Huan; Wu Huan's body was shining with silvery white light, and his handsome square face showed no sadness or joy.
Taoist Xiaojian continued to lower his head in trance.
In fact, Taoist Xiaojian was a little resistant at first when he heard his master, pavilion master, and beloved adoptive father say that he should be Wu Wan's sparring partner.
Especially, when the master said that the master had been training with Wu Wan, Taoist Xiaojian, a disciple, felt a little unconvinced in his heart.
The master didn't even practice sword practice with him several times!
But at this moment, at this place, Xiaojian Dao no longer had these emotions in his heart. He raised his head again and looked at Wu Wu, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart:
'What kind of breed is this? '
The Dao realm of ascending to the Immortal Realm, the spiritual thoughts of the True Immortal Realm, the body that can withstand the attacks of immortals, and that terrible age.
He had just clearly felt it in Wu Wan, a power similar to the power of an innate god, the power cultivated by the cultivation method in the human realm, the pure power of the stars...
These powers did not conflict with each other, but instead blessed his body layer by layer.
Just relying on the strength of his body, the spiritual and physical cultivation that has just entered the heavenly realm is no match for Wu Huanzi at this time!
Not to mention, there are also those superb fighting methods!
Even when fighting Wu Huan in close combat, Taoist Xiaojian had to take a step or two back several times because Wu Huan changed his moves too quickly.
It almost forced him to use the latest eleven swords of cold light!
Taoist Xiaojian looked at Wu Wan and thought of those young talents who were enough to amaze the world. He also thought of how high-spirited and unyielding he was at such an age, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Wu Wan opened his eyes, his face was solemn, and he whispered: "Senior, what's wrong? But where did I perform so poorly?"
"No, no, you're fine."
Taoist Xiaojian waved his hands repeatedly, "Let's rest first and recover slowly. I don't have anything urgent to do, so let's discuss it slowly."
"Thank you, senior."
Wu Wang cupped his hands in thanks and continued to close his eyes and adjust his breath, relying on the large spirit gathering array arranged here to quickly replenish the body's previous consumption.
After a while, Wu Wang jumped up, vigorous and full of energy.
Taoist Xiaojian immediately stood up with a wooden sword in his hand.
"Come on, Pindao has also figured out how to help you exercise. You have to endure the pain this time."
"Senior, feel free to take action and cry out in pain, even if I am innocent and embarrassed!"
"good!"
Xiaojian took a deep breath and met Wu Wang's eyes. The two took advantage of the opportunity and rushed forward almost at the same time. They disappeared from the place with two swishing sounds, turning into two groups of light and shadow that collided very quickly...
late at night.
Wu Wang limped back to his residence, sat in the medicinal bath prepared by Lin Suqing, gritted his teeth and made a few muffled groans.
It doesn't hurt!
…
After three months of training with Taoist Xiaojian, Wu Wan not only further enhanced his ability to resist blows, but also improved his tolerance for pain.
That night, Liu Bairen suddenly appeared underground, interrupted his retreat and came to see Wu Wan.
Taoist Xiaojian breathed a sigh of relief after seeing his master. He felt like a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He bowed forward and immediately left.
"Where to go?"
Liu Bairen raised his hand and pressed Taoist Xiaojian's shoulder, pulled him back in front of him, and threw him next to Wu Wan.
Pavilion Master Liu said: "You have practiced well. As a teacher, you have to continue to practice in seclusion. This time you come out of seclusion to give some offerings to Wuhuangzi. Come with me."
The corners of Taoist Xiaojian's mouth twitched slightly and he sighed: "Master, this disciple can't really teach Wu Huanzi anything."
"You just practice with him. With his understanding, he still needs our guidance?"
Liu Bairen walked in front with his hands behind his back, leading them towards the corner of the underground training ground, and said: "This is also His Majesty's will."
"Then the disciple accepts the order," Taoist Xiaojian suddenly raised his chest and raised his head, and said with a smile, "Master, you have already said so. If it is a task given by His Majesty, the disciple should not be mentioned as a sparring partner. It doesn't matter if Wuwangzi strikes the disciple with a few swords."
Liu Bairen smiled and said nothing, walked to the stone wall in the corner, and slowly pushed forward with his hands.
Several layers of fairy light appeared on the stone wall in front, revealing a disk and two palm prints.
Liu Bairen pressed his big hand up and hummed a relaxing tune. The disc trembled slightly, and a light blue vortex appeared on the stone wall.
An old voice came from the vortex: "Who?"
"This is Liu Bairen."
The voice replied: "Pavilion Master Liu, permission to enter."
The vortex burst out with green light, covering Liu Bairen, Wu Wan, and Taoist Xiaojian, and dragged the three of them away into a gray world.
Wu Wan only felt his scalp numb at the moment.
What do you mean? Pavilion Master Liu, what does this mean?
With such strict 'security measures', who are they guarding against?
He was about to express his dissatisfaction with a cold snort, but he was immediately attracted by the strange scene in front of him and looked at the center of this small world.
This place has no direction, no sun, moon, stars, and no great road. It is very similar to the 'small world' that Wu Wan once saw in ancient books, which was opened up by top experts with great magical powers.
There is a suspended hall in the middle of this small world. The hall has no doors;
There were more than a dozen figures wrapped in gray energy sitting on the top of the hall. At this moment, one person stood up and bowed to Pavilion Master Liu.
Iron chains protruded from the bottom of the main hall, completely wrapping the body of the nine-headed and nine-tailed beast.
Long nephew, also known as the centipede.
Occasionally, a green fairy light would slide across the iron chain, as if to keep the power of the fierce god's corpse alive, and on each of the nine fox-headed foreheads, a small white flower would bloom.
Liu Bairen said slowly: "Wuwang, I promised you before that I would give you 10% a year."
Tsk, it's not like 'I'll give you 10% of your total magical power in one year'.
"It has been several years now. I should have given you 50% of my divine power directly, but I have carefully calculated that you may not be able to accommodate even 10%."
Liu Bairen raised his left hand and flicked a fox head. The small white flower floated slowly, and the fox head, which was dozens of feet in diameter, turned into powder and dissipated.
Taoist Xiaojian praised: "This is our Majesty's magical power, it must be amazing."
Wu Wan smiled and nodded, his eyes full of enthusiasm.
The little flower fell into Liu Bairen's palm. Liu Bairen pinched out a few talismans with his right hand, making an 'earth basin' appear under the little flower, and then handed it to Wu Wan's hand.
As soon as he got the flowerpot, Wu Wan shivered all over.
His face was red, his eyes were shining wildly, and he always had the urge to swallow this thing in one gulp.
The divine power is pure and rich, similar to the divine power of the Star God, slightly inferior, but so vast and abundant!
Developed!
What the Ten Evil Palaces, what the bloodline of the Son of God, what a blood pool!
Compared with this, there are nothing more than mountains, rivers and streams compared to a hundred miles of swamp!
Liu Bairen said warmly: "Don't be in a hurry to absorb it. It will be good if you can absorb the power of these fierce gods within a year..."
call out!
There was a light flickering on Wu Wan's chest, and the little flower disappeared, leaving only the flowerpot that turned into immortal power and collapsed.
The three of them stood there stunned. Wu Wan opened his collar, revealing the necklace that had never left his body;
The necklace exuded gleaming light, and a warm breath flowed into Wu Wan's body.
"this?"
Liu Bairen frowned and stared at the necklace on Wu Wan's chest.
Wu Wan clasped the necklace and now realized what the aura was.
Pure divine power, divine power at the same level as the Star God's divine power, is continuous and stable, flowing into his limbs and bones like drizzle nourishing all things!
Wu Wan suddenly realized that this necklace was a treasure that he had seen when he was young and his mother never left her body.
Previously, I thought my mother was just the head of an ordinary seven-day festival. I thought this treasure was at best a fairy treasure that could keep me in touch with my mother at all times.
Now think about the mother's revealed identity... This necklace is no ordinary treasure!
Taoist Xiaojian looked up at the sky and muttered: "Why is there suddenly an extra star?"
The stars then disappeared, and Wu Wan's mother's reproach arose in Wu Wan's heart:
"Such low-level divine power mixed with the resentment of all living beings is not afraid of spoiling your stomach and damaging your foundation."
