Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 80 That Day
The crystal raindrops fell on the blue glazed tiles, slid down the eaves, bloomed on the spotless and smooth stone surface, and turned into a splash of water.
On the simple and precious cold jade table, there are two cups of spiritual tea, and the curling hot steam is floating with intoxicating fragrance.
Across the light blue jade table, Guanghan Sect Master Guan Qianli and Murong Xumu sat opposite each other.
Guan Qianli was wearing a majestic dark blue robe, had black hair and white eyebrows, and had a stern face, but his body was extremely burly, almost a circle bigger than Murong Xumu.
Looking at Murong Xumu, whose face and figure were almost perfect, Guan Qianli's eyes were gentle. Although Murong Xumu was two decades younger than him, he was very fond of this little junior brother of his.
Guan Qianli clasped his five slender fingers together, picked up the spiritual tea, and took a sip.
It is a very important matter that Guanghan Sect's Grand Elder Zhou Lufeng, Guan Qianli's master, is in seclusion to strive for the Golden Core.
Before the retreat, the two of them talked face to face in the same position for a whole night.
Afterwards, Zhou Lu closed the death gate. With the awareness of death, he tried to reach the golden elixir stage. Even if he failed, he hoped to be able to guide the cultivation direction of Guan Qianli and other three great cultivators of Guanghan Sect.
It was that night that Zhou Lufeng proposed to take good care of Murong Xumu, because he was the most talented cultivator in Guanghan Sect and was probably the only cultivator in Guanghan Sect who could embark on the path of golden elixir.
The words spoken that day were still ringing in his ears, but Guan Qianli discovered that something was not right with his junior brother during this period of time.
"Junior brother."
"Have you encountered something that you can't solve?"
Guan Qianli suddenly asked.
Then there was silence.
Looking at the rain curtain outside the window and the lush greenery on the sacred mountain, even on rainy days, there are the clear and melodious sounds of birds.
Murong Xumu felt that this world once belonged to him, but now he is more and more afraid to face this world.
Then, he slowly turned his head and looked at Guan Qianli with empty eyes.
His clothes are still elegant, his hair is still smooth, and his blue eyes are still like a beautiful deep lake.
However, his soul seemed to be trapped in that day.
The terrifying high temperature of the emerald green flame instantly melted the seven ice shields that he had put so much effort into setting up.
The hideous head full of compound eyes, with terrible dragon horns, and the strange and terrifying body seemed to be imprinted in my mind.
And there is that familiar feeling of chill all over the body.
I am not wearing anything!
Was it a nightmare? It was like the same thing I had every day.
People will not be tripped by the same rope twice. As the genius of Guanghan Sect, his true power had already communicated with the ring almost at the moment of questioning.
Then his eyes widened, with the same empty lock and the same deep despair.
If there was a piece of clothing in front of him, even if it was made of coarse linen, even if it was full of patches, he would be willing to pay any price just to cover up the shame that existed as a human being.
"Ah! Look, he's wearing nothing. It's Master Xumu...
The silver demon record eight that the whole world is looking for. "
"Oh my god, there are actually people like this in this world!"
"too disgusting!"
"catch him!"
These sounds are still echoing in my ears, like the devil's whispers that never stop.
If there is only one piece of bark, should it be used to block the top or the bottom?
I'm afraid everyone would choose to block the attack, but Murong Xumu showed the adaptability of a famous genius in the cultivation world. He resolutely grasped the key to the problem, gave up the defense below, and covered his face...
Because there were tears flowing there.
An afterimage was running madly.
Like a bird flying in a forbidden forest...
Looking at Murong Xumu's empty eyes, Guan Qianli looked solemn.
"No matter what problem you encounter that you can't solve, I can help you."
Guan Qianli's voice was low.
As the leader of one of the upper thirty-three sects, Guan Qianli's words were extremely important, and he did not attach any conditions, as if he was challenging the whole world with his domineering attitude.
"You don't have to try to please that Young Master Tian for the sake of the sect. If Master succeeds in his retreat, he will also achieve the golden elixir and become a true immortal. At that time, even if a true immortal descends, our sect may not be afraid."
Murong Xumu's pupils seemed to have regained some of their spirit.
Then he thought of the independent cultivator who was at the sixth level of Qi Condensation.
Asking the leader of one of the thirty-three sects, a well-known great cultivator in the cultivation world, to deal with a casual cultivator? Neither he, the Guanghan Sect, nor Murong Xumu could afford to lose this person.
He stood up and walked out. Murong Xumu shook his head calmly and said, "I will handle my own affairs myself."
After taking two steps, he stopped and said, "Senior Brother."
"Don't mess with Young Master Tian." He shook his head, his voice very low.
“Even if our master achieves the Golden Elixir, we should not go against him.” After saying that, he flew away in the rain.
The back figure looks a bit desolate.
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There are always two people in the world who are talking about the same topic at the same time but in different places.
"As long as you cultivate to the Golden Core, the rules here will not restrict you. Then you can come and play with me again."
“I definitely have to.”
This is the residence of the book demon for tens of millions of years, and its grasp of time there is accurate to every second.
The moment it finished saying this with a trembling voice as if about to cry, Wang Chen's eyes blurred and he appeared outside.
The sound was still echoing in his ears. Wang Chen turned around, only to find that the dilapidated wooden house had disappeared.
During his days, Wang Chen repeatedly refreshed the understanding of the immortals in the book with the civilization of his hometown world.
This book monster is worthy of being a book spirit. His acceptance of foreign cultures is amazing. After a little thought, he discovered the exquisiteness of these cultures and became intoxicated by them. He admired Wang Chen, the plagiarist, so much that he felt sorry for meeting him earlier.
Wang Chen was used to the intrigues and life-and-death struggles in the cultivation world, and he thought that this slightly mean book demon was innocent and cute.
The two had a very pleasant conversation.
He lowered his head slightly, his eyes drooping, looking at the white jade slip wrapped in a faint golden halo in his hand. Without the magical power of the immortal in the book, nothing could be taken out of this space.
Through the golden magic power and the warm and delicate white jade , you can see the mountains, rivers and forests alternating endlessly, magnificent and extraordinary.
That was a gift given to him by the immortal in the book after wrapping it with magic power.
When the divine consciousness is put into it, the whole picture of the ancient cultivation world map can be seen from the jade slip. The local customs, the ancient fairyland, the famous mountains and rivers, the ancient teleportation array, etc. are all vividly seen.
However, after the great changes in the world today, the overall topography of the cultivation world has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to the ancient cultivation world, making it difficult to compare. But Wang Chen still believes that the value of this map is enough to trigger a war in the cultivation world.
All cultivators who know that they are born in the land of the Dharma Ending Age will dream of pursuing the glory of the ancient cultivation world.
After putting the jade slip back into the storage ring, Wang Chen looked up at the sky. The dazzling sunlight made him feel a little gloomy, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.
If the sky falls down, there is always someone tall to hold it up.
This is the true thought in the heart of Wang Chen, who is still working hard to grow taller.
But what if the sky fell down just to crush him?
Can he still hide?
