"Sword! Chaozong!"
"It was this thunderous cry of 'Sword Chaozong' that kicked off the third change of the divine descent!"
"On that day sixteen years ago, at half past midnight, a flash of red suddenly appeared in the mist sea in the east. This frightened the disciples of the Immortal Sect who were guarding the gap. They quickly sent a few people back to Tongzhou to report to the Immortal Sect. .”
"But not long after they left, there was another rustling sound from the gods, like countless carps jumping out of the lake. The difference was that these breaking sounds were also mixed with the sound of weapons colliding with each other. sound."
"It lasted like this for about half a moment. The sect masters of the Twelve Immortal Sects in Tongzhou have arrived one after another. However, when they arrived, their faces turned pale. Especially after hearing the sound of 'Sword Chaozong', the senior ones among them even He just collapsed on the ground, his face was ashen, and it took him a long time to recover."
"A group of immortal sect masters just stayed outside the gap and looked at each other. They could only stare at the sea of mist dyed red and listen to the constant noises coming from inside..."
At this point, the sloppy drunkard who was half leaning under the tree raised his head and drank heavily with the gourd in his hand. After drinking, he didn't forget to shout "Happy"!
He put down the gourd in his hand, grabbed two fried peanuts from the lotus leaf beside him, put them into his mouth, and then slowly said:
"Speaking of it, God's Descendant has not been so lively for a long time. There were already nearly four to five hundred people blocking the gap early in the morning, but no one dared to muster the courage to walk in."
"About half a moment later, the Goddess descended finally became quiet, but the fiery red still did not subside. Just when everyone thought it was about to end, the sea of mist in the God's descending suddenly started to rotate!"
"I only saw the thick black and red fog spinning constantly and fading inwards."
"As the sea of fog receded, many timid people had already wiped their feet and fled. Only a few dozen people saw the last scene..."
I wonder if all storytellers like to show off. The drunkard stopped talking. He squinted his eyes and scanned the children in front of him. When they all looked anxious, he shook the gourd in his hand. Here comes the sentence "The wine is gone..."
After saying that, he stood up, but before his butt left the ground, these children jumped directly on him. You hugged his legs and I pulled his arms, chirping and yelling at him before letting him go.
The drunkard smiled helplessly. He really regretted it now. He shouldn't have stared at the peanuts in the hands of these children!
For a while, they were making a lot of noise and it was very lively.
After a while, a young man finally couldn't stand it anymore. He walked to the side of the "battlefield" and took the wine gourd from the drunken man's hand. He said to the children: "Get up quickly, even if a dozen people press on you." Don’t be afraid of being crushed to death by others.”
Hearing this voice, the children immediately let go of the drunkard and turned around to surround the young man, each looking pitifully at the young man in the middle.
Perhaps because he had long been accustomed to their coquettish behavior, the young man patted a few children on the head and said to them: "You continue to listen to the story, I will get a drink."
Come on, these kids are not the only ones who are happy now. The drunk man on the ground is also happy, but his face is full of embarrassment and he says: "This little brother, I don't have much money in my pocket. I originally planned to go and talk to the restaurant to see if I could order wine on credit, but you see..."
Seeing that he was still trying to speak, the young man smiled helplessly. He raised his arms and saluted the drunkard, and said: "Brother, I will pay for the drinks. Please tell these little guys the stories outside." .”
After saying that, the young man walked towards the village carrying the old wine gourd, and the group of little children were also smiling, clapping their hands and shouting, "Big brother is so good."
Looking at the back of the young man, the drunkard was not very drunk, and a strange feeling came to his heart. He stared at the young man who had walked away and asked the children around him: "Who are you big brother? Are you from this Beiliang region?" The young master of the four great families?"
"I don't know, we only know that the eldest brother lives on Qifeng Mountain," said a tough-headed boy.
"Mr. Qin calls him a 'wild boy', but the eldest brother is not only literate but also not wild at all," a petite girl then replied.
The children were chattering like this, but the drunkard lying on the ground just stared at the place where the boy disappeared. Until the group of little children couldn't wait any longer, they jumped on him and shouted for him to tell a story. The drunkard then After regaining consciousness, he got up from the ground and sat up straight with a silly smile on his face.
He coughed lightly to moisten his throat, imitating the storyteller, and slapped his hand on the ground like a gavel. Although there was no sound, a lot of dust was raised.
"Let's continue from the book... As the sea of fog gradually faded away, the colorful red lotus flowers slowly appeared in front of everyone. They were suspended in every corner of the sky, and they didn't know the sea of fog. Does the redness have anything to do with it?"
"This is not over yet. I see that most of the fog sea has disappeared, and something else appears in the divine descending."
"Guess what, little guards?"
"Swords appeared in the divine descent!"
"At first, only dozens of long swords could be seen exposed on the outside of the sea of fog. They were flying around the black mist, but the black mist decreased little by little, and the long swords hidden in it were exposed."
"Those are thousands or even tens of thousands of swords! Although they may look incomplete or rusty, but what sect or sect in this world could have so many hidden swords?"
"Such a sword formation is truly terrifying!"
"Time passed little by little, and the black mist descending from the east was suppressed to the center by the long swords all over the sky, turning into the appearance of a high mountain and not moving at all."
"At this point, the sect masters of the Twelve Immortal Sects were all covered in cold sweat. After seeing the black mist that looked like a mountain, several older sect masters even shouted 'impossible' regardless of their manners!"
"After they calmed down for a while, they stepped on the ground and took off into the air. Just when they were about to speak, they were shocked by the sight in front of them and their minds went blank."
"The people who were still on the ground saw that the ones in the sky didn't speak, so they also ascended into the sky."
"When they saw the scene in God's descent, it couldn't be described by the word 'shock'."
"I saw that the black mist descending from the east was suppressed in the center by the sword formation, and the rest of the place was exposed to the sun."
"If the previous Red Lotus and Sword Formation brought an impact, then what they saw from high places may no longer be within the scope of their understanding."
The drunkard groaned a few times, and just as he was about to take out a few peanuts to satisfy his craving, a little baby took him away with all the lotus leaves attached.
"I want to give it away again! I'll give it to you after I finish!" said the doll dissatisfied.
The drunk man retracted his hand in embarrassment. He stared at the lotus leaves in the baby's arms but couldn't do anything. If these ancestors complained to the previous little brother, the wine might be gone!
As soon as he thought about this, the drunk man sat up again, with a strange smile on his face...
"My dear readers, have you ever heard of the Gods..."
"In ancient times, when the world first opened, Emperor Zun worked with the gods to expand the territory and wipe out the barbarism in the world. This is how the world today came to be."
"Until ten thousand years ago, during the Gengzi's Rebellion of Immortals and Gods, the divine race completely disappeared from the world!"
At this time, a young judge became unhappy and asked loudly: "What does this have to do with the story you told before?"
Seeing someone questioning him, the drunk man smiled even more wildly, waved his hand to signal them to be quiet, and then continued to speak with a proud look on his face.
"According to some ancient records, there are eight ethnic groups in the God Clan. One of the ethnic groups is described as: over a hundred feet long, shaped like a snake, with scales, claws like an eagle, palms like a tiger, a head like a camel, and a long It has antlers like a deer, ears like a cow, eyes like a rabbit, a dragon's beard fluttering on the side of its mouth, and a reverse scale under its throat; it can walk through clouds at the top, and swim in the sea at the bottom."
"His name is dragon!"
"Sixteen years ago, when the sea of fog in the east was suppressed, the first thing everyone in the Immortal Sect saw was an endless lake, and on the lake, there were many huge objects exposed on the water. .”
"Either a huge body, or... a huge dragon head!"
"Since the 'Rebellion of Immortals and Gods', there has been no trace of the God Clan. At most, the appearance of the Dragon Clan can be seen in the portraits. Moreover, since that disaster, the God Clan has also been classified as a monster-like ferocious beast by the world, which is frightening. ..."
"So when those people in the Immortal Sect saw this situation, they were so frightened that they even forgot to breathe, for fear that the giant thing in the lake would rise into the sky and kill them one by one. What's worse, they simply forgot how to control the air. Fell from a height.”
"I have to say that those old guys from the Immortal Sect are bastards after all. They have lived a long time and have experienced a lot. They calmed down when they saw this scene. After careful inspection, they found that there were only dragon corpses in the lake, so they forcibly stabilized them. Come down."
"When the crowd stopped making noise, the eldest Immortal Sect Master stepped forward, stood on the edge of the divine descending, and spoke."
"'Feng Buchen, come out, I know you are inside!'"
"Hearing this name, the hundreds of people in the sky instantly exploded. Who in Tongzhou has never heard of this person, the master of the Sword Sect, the 'Sword Madman', Feng Buchen!"
"This man, together with Zhejian Mountain, disappeared inexplicably in Tongzhou more than 800 years ago, but now the master of the Immortal Sect shouted this name to the inside. It was really difficult to accept it for a while."
"But, there was indeed someone who responded to the divine descending."
"I just heard an extremely disdainful voice coming from somewhere in the Goddess."
"'You old man, how many of you are still alive?'"
"This voice is exactly the one who shouted 'Jian Chaozong'!"
"As soon as this person finished speaking, a figure suddenly emerged from the remaining black mist in the center of the Goddess. He was also standing in the air, holding a black long sword and looking at everyone in the Immortal Sect from a distance."
"He glanced lightly at the people outside, and then focused his gaze on the black mist at his feet."
"Under everyone's attention, Feng Buchen clawed his left hand and grabbed hard, and the remaining black mist quickly gathered towards his palm like water, slowly condensing into a ball."
"The black fog is reducing little by little, and the objects shrouded in it gradually reveal their true colors."
"Starting from the bottom that sank into the lake, slowly going up, it turned out to be a high mountain, but the body of this mountain was entangled and circled by something like a giant python from the very bottom."
"In just a few breaths, the black mist all over the mountain had turned into a black ball the size of an apple in Feng Buchen's hand."
"Logically speaking, people outside the Divine Descendants should start to praise Feng Buchen's methods. After all, even for them, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky if they want to enter the Divine Descendants. However, Feng Buchen only used less than half a step. In just an hour, the black mist descending from the east was eliminated."
"However, there was total silence outside the Divine Descendence, only the sound of swallowing saliva one after another. It's not that they were reluctant to praise, it was the sight in front of them that once again impacted their brains!"
"That tall mountain that stands nearly a hundred feet high in the lake actually has a giant dragon circling the entire mountain! Its purple-gold scales look particularly dazzling in the sun."
"Everyone, if you think about it carefully, what kind of behemoth would it have to be to wrap around a hundred-foot-high mountain? The most outrageous thing is that its huge dragon head has no place to rest, and can only hang high on the top of the mountain. Outside, looking down at this mountain!”
At this point, it seemed that it was beyond the understanding of the young judges. Looking at their dumbfounded expressions, the drunkard proudly touched his chin covered with stubble.
"For half an hour, these so-called masters of the Immortal Sect were shocked, but it's not over yet..."
"When the last trace of black mist was drawn away, the swords in the sky began to fall one after another as if they had lost control. For a moment, the shadows of swords intertwined and water splashed everywhere. The scene was so spectacular!"
At this point, the drunk man stopped talking. He looked around at the dozen children around him and found that they all had unimaginable expressions. He immediately felt particularly interesting.
"What's wrong, gentlemen, are you scared?" the drunkard asked.
For a moment, no one paid attention to him, and the little guys looked dull, as if they were frightened.
When the drunk man saw this, he slapped his forehead and secretly cursed himself for being such a fool. These were children from poor families in front of him, and they were not the children from aristocratic families who had seen the world outside. It would be strange not to be frightened.
But...he is a rough guy, how can he know how to coax a child!
Just when he was racking his brains to divert the attention of these children, a gust of soft wind blew from nowhere, gently blowing over each child, and then blew to the ground, sweeping away the dust on the ground. Reaching high altitude, it began to condense and take shape.
First there is a slender body, then the head, claws, and finally take shape.
Isn't this the dragon that the drunkard just described? It's just that it's about the size of a human palm, and it looks pretty cute.
The earth dragon swam leisurely in front of the children's eyes, and rolled in the air from time to time. In an instant, the children forgot the scary image of dragons in their minds. They all smiled happily and started to have fun chasing the earth dragon.
The drunk man who was abandoned on the spot was dumbfounded. He thought about it for a long time and couldn't think of how to divert the children's attention. In the end, the "dragon" suddenly appeared and took away the children's fear.
The drunk man stood up with a wry smile. Seeing that the children were no longer afraid, he felt relieved. Then he walked casually to the door of a house not far away.
If he remembered correctly, the guy who helped him get drinks before came from here.
Standing in front of a simple gate made of branches, the drunk man's face suddenly became serious. After straightening his tattered robes, he bowed respectfully to the gate.
"Junior Xie Changfeng, please see sir!"
