When the court was quiet, the sect leader leaned his head forward for a moment, looked up at the crowd as if he hadn't woken up, simply supported his head with one hand, and said in a dreamy voice:
"Hey, Lao Li, I'm not telling you. You're quite old and you still have to beat and kill people all day long."
The master of the Martial Arts Hall, known as Lao Li, was named Li Wufu. He had obviously known the master's temper for a long time, his expression did not change, and he was preparing to refute.
But I heard the sect leader continue to say:
"Let the younger generation handle the affairs of the younger generation. It's not time for our old bones to move. We have been in peace for too long, just for the children to temper themselves."
Li Wufu was silent for a while, then suddenly said:
"Five hundred years ago, a Xuan Kui looked north and fell into the Moon Sand Sea. He had been hiding under the Moon Sand Sea for five hundred years and had been a rat for five hundred years. Today, he was exposed to the sun for the first time. Just dare to extend your claws to our Purple Jade Sect.
I am willing to go to the Moon Sand Sea in person to avenge my disciples.
I even want to test it with my life and ask if it has become a Nascent Soul? "
His words were sonorous and resounding, making the palace seem even quieter.
"Hahaha." A burst of old laughter suddenly sounded in the hall, breaking the somewhat solemn atmosphere.
The sect master stretched his waist, with a gratified smile on his old face, but he no longer looked like he was sleeping, and looked at everyone in the field with energy:
"Old Li, what about the Nascent Soul? Our Purple Jade Sect, Patriarch Wangyu, was able to overpower the two demon tribes, the Nascent Soul True Monarch, as if it was just yesterday.
Since that Xuan Kui has been a rat for five hundred years, even if our ancestor is here, even if he has become a Nascent Soul, he will still have to hide in the gutter. "
Glancing at the people in the field, the sect leader's face showed a serious look for the first time:
"If this matter is over, won't the other party send out a Saint Son of the Foundation Establishment Realm? You just want to end it personally. Don't you think there is no one left in the younger generation of our sect?"
Li Wufu pondered for a moment and finally nodded.
Perhaps in order to ease the atmosphere, Hall Master Sikong smiled softly and said:
"How can I say that no one has just seen the sword of Yulifeng Divine Fairy? I have declared that our Purple Jade Sect will obtain another golden elixir."
At this moment, the pretty female figure on the golden futon in front suddenly chuckled.
Jin Dan spoke up, immediately attracting everyone's attention. The words in her mouth were like dropping a bomb.
"Although the gods and fairies are very talented, we, Yanhan Peak, have recently accepted a new disciple. His qualifications are unparalleled, even above those of the gods and fairies. Within a hundred years, he can enter the golden elixir."
Even if Master Jin Dan said this, everyone in the palace couldn't help but start talking. Everyone knew more or less about the origin of the divine fairy, so everyone was not surprised when Hall Master Sikong said that she could enter the golden elixir.
However, in the long history of the past, there were talented monks who completed the foundation in just a few decades, such as the Qing of the River, but in the end they were unwilling to downgrade to the true elixir and persisted in pursuing the golden elixir. But there are countless people who have sat in front of the avenue and died in depression all their lives.
Without him, it is difficult to seek one's own way.
Therefore, when Hall Master Sikong said that gods and fairies can enter the golden elixir, he would not add any time.
However, Master Yanhan directly concluded that within a hundred years, his disciples would be able to enter the golden elixir. How is she sure that she will find her own way?
But one cannot but believe the words of real people. Therefore, the place was filled with excitement, and many people started talking with some interest.
After Master Yan Han said this, his figure with intertwined light and shadow seemed to glance at the empty golden futon next to him, and then he sat contentedly and stopped making any sound.
After a while, the discussion gradually came to an end.
Several hall masters on the black futon resigned first, leaving only two or three people, including Li Wufu.
A short man with a thin face, dressed in smart clothes, with long hair tied back casually with an iron bar as thick as a finger. There seemed to be a small piece of carbon black on his face and body that could never be wiped off. Seeing that the person on the black futon was about to leave, he was silent for a while and asked the sect leader:
"Sect Master, tell me, Old Chen, how many years do you have left to live?"
This person is Chen Moyu, the master of the Weapon Refining Hall. He has a literary name that does not match his body shape and appearance, but he does not care about this.
The sect leader seemed to be about to fall asleep again. Hearing this, he opened an eyelid and said:
"If you hadn't asked, Lao Chen, I would have wanted Lao Kong to send someone to check on you, kid."
He snorted and said:
"The ancestor is the sacred bamboo who came to this world. He lives the same life as the Yu State. It is still too early for his life to end."
When Chen Moyu heard this, he didn't say anything, just nodded, like a solid and silent farm worker, turned around and walked out.
In the third row, all the hall masters on the black futon also left.
In the second row, several people stood up on the white jade futon. One of them, a soft-looking woman in a green dress, frowned slightly, and finally couldn't help but make a soft sound. The voice was extremely gentle, like a mother coaxing her baby to sleep:
"Bai Shao dared to ask the sect master, how long is the ancestor's life?"
The woman who spoke was the head of Dancao Hall, Bai Shao.
The sect leader raised his eyes and scanned everyone one by one before saying slowly:
"There are still a hundred years left."
So several people resigned.
In the end, there were only three people left in the palace.
The sect leader, and two golden elixirs.
The sect leader had been napping, and the two golden elixirs didn't speak a word. They just sat quietly, seeming to have forgotten the time.
It wasn't until the moon was in the sky that the sect leader shook his head and opened his sleepy eyes. It seemed as if he just remembered that there were two people in front of him. He smacked his lips and said:
"Why are you two still here? I thought you were gone."
no respond.
The sect leader didn't care. He seemed to have had enough sleep and didn't squint anymore. He looked past the two Jindan masters who remained motionless and looked like portraits, and looked carefully at the bright moonlight coming in from the half-covered hall.
After looking at him for a long time, his face was calm, without the laughter, curses, or drowsiness of the day, and he said calmly:
"Ancestor still has ten years to live."
After hearing this, the two dharma bodies intertwined with light and shadow gradually dissipated on the white jade futon.
There was only the sect leader left in the empty hall, and he seemed like an ordinary old man at this time.
The moonlight in the hall was like water, and the dullness on his face disappeared, and a trace of sadness gradually appeared on his face.
...
Que Feng.
It consists of two primary and secondary peaks. The left peak is like an ordinary mountain peak, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top. The right peak is the opposite. The straight peak reaches into the sky like a pillar, and the top looks like a giant oval honeycomb that is more than twice as wide. If you look closely, you will see that there are densely packed caves that have been eroded by the wind. They are layer upon layer of miraculous craftsmanship, with a total of nine floors. The wind flows through it, making a whining sound, like the sound of music.
Legend has it that Quefeng was carved into the mountain by Jindan master Queyouzi himself with great magic power.
The two peaks depend on each other, like the word "que". Therefore, the left peak is also called Qufeng, and the right peak is often called Jiefeng.
At this time, several streams of various colors came from the northeast to the peak.
Many people in the peak looked excited when they saw it.
Because they felt Yan Changyi's aura among them.
A few months ago, the demons in Shibao Village were in chaos, and several inner disciples stepped forward to take on the B-level mission of "killing the demons." However, the demonic path is cunning and its traces are elusive. Many inner disciples had to withdraw from the mission midway due to other matters.
Only Yu Lifeng, Yan Changyi, Que Feng He Qing and a few others are still persisting.
Presumably, he must have returned from the demon-slaying path now.
