Chapter 1776 Time Is Like a White Crane

"The years are like white cranes, traveling a million miles in one go, and burying so many legends in three hundred years..."

This is an antique restaurant. The lobby is filled with diners with different expressions. It is already past noon, but the diners have not dispersed yet. This is because, in this restaurant, a wandering man came today. The storyteller was telling a dusty past event that happened in the distant Immortal Realm three hundred years ago: "In other words, since the nine coffins were lowered that day, in the past three hundred years, cultivation geniuses have emerged one after another, and each generation has been astonishing and brilliant. Tian Yuan The strength of the Xian family is also getting stronger day by day. When they came across the sea of ​​​​stars, they were ambitious to occupy Tianyuan's Shenxiao Palace. Now it has been destroyed, and the remaining gods are driven into the sea. They are in panic all day long. Outside that day, all the disciples The dojo and the Thirty-Three Heavens are also in constant battle, and the Thirty-three Heavens who are fighting are retreating..."

"... Speaking of which, I have to mention the most legendary generation in the past three hundred years!"

When the storyteller reached this point, Jingtangmu slapped the table and said with a smile: "Speaking of heroes, Taoist heroes, in my Tianyuan, the most indispensable thing is heroes, no matter who once played with the sky and defeated the sky. , and now I want to win the entire chess board, the four saints of the Dojo, or the nine saints who have reached the sky, and have withstood the maximum pressure for thirty-three days in the early stage of this war, and now they are all me They are supreme beings in the eyes of Tianyuan Immortal Family, but when it comes to legends, when it comes to legends, we have to talk about the thirty-six Immortal Lords who rank highest on the list of gods. The oldest among them is only more than a thousand years old, but It is already a world-famous existence!”

"Here are the Yuan Family Sword Master who blocked millions of divisions with one sword three hundred years ago, the Fuyao Palace Situ who broke the stars with one finger two hundred years ago, and the Immortal Killing Formation one hundred and fifty years ago. Ten in and ten out, killing the Martial God Lu Fengxian in a sea of ​​​​blood, and of course, not to mention the Golden Crow Saint and the Great Demon Immortal who shocked everyone ninety years ago and swallowed up a small fairy world in one bite..."

"The younger generation of little immortals who have the name of Tiangang on the list of gods all have endless legends to write about. Their merits and deeds are so long that it would take three days and three nights to talk about them all. But when it comes to the legends within legends, there are many legends. There is an interesting thing. It is said that at an immortal meeting in the Zhuzi Daochang, someone once wanted to write a genealogy of immortal names to establish merit for these legendary immortal monarchs. Each of the immortal monarchs was not convinced and was unwilling to be inferior to others. For the sake of the immortal names The second place on the merit list was up for grabs, but for the first place on the merit list, one person was recommended by the public..."

When the storyteller reached this point, he smiled and said nothing, deliberately letting it slip.

Someone from the diners below immediately shouted: "Is that the Yuan Family Sword Master?"

Someone else objected: "It must be the Fuyao Palace Master who has three thousand wives and concubines and can break the stars with one finger!"

Some people even raised objections: "From what you said, it can be seen that these recognized people are not. I think it may be the one who haunted the Thirty-Three Heavens, assassinated various immortal generals, and was once hunted down by three immortals." The white-haired Xiao Witch..."

The storyteller took a sip of tea and sighed: "You guessed wrong, that man is a passed hero!"

The diners' expressions were slightly condensed after hearing this, and soon someone sighed: "Ah, yes, that is Song Guichen, the black devil from the northern region of China. One hundred and fifty years ago, he was the first person to break into the Immortal Killing Formation. , and finally killed eight hundred enemies, but was suppressed by an immortal..."

Another person said: "It should be the Great Elder of Fuyao Palace, Dao Wufang, right? He was beheaded by the Great Demon Beiming because of his disagreement with his ideas!"

After hearing these discussions, sitting at a seat by the window of the restaurant, there was a man wearing black clothes, with a calm breath, as if he were an ordinary person. His face was a little gray, but his expression was like that of a young man. Looking a little disappointed, he poured a full glass of wine from the huge jar on the table, then spilled it on the ground, and looked out the window in trance...

"I think it was Xingjun Xiahou. A hundred years ago, he fought with the Nine Nether God King for three days and three nights. He died of exhaustion and died together..."

"Xiahou Xingjun is certainly respectable, but he doesn't seem to be qualified to rank above the Yuan Family Sword Master and the Golden Crow Demon Lord, right?"

But in the lobby, the discussion was still going on, and no result had yet been determined.

"What do you mean? Xiahou Xingjun just died too early and had no chance to enter the Dojo. Otherwise, with his talent, he would probably be no worse than those of the Yuan Family Sword Saints. You know, he was only twenty years old. When he was only 10 years old, he fought against the Ghost King of Southern Xinjiang and survived ten attacks. At that time, he was only at the Golden Core realm. Do you think he is not very talented?"

"Oh, that's just the Southern Border Ghost King's talent. He only dismantled martial arts and took the opportunity to enlighten Xia Hou without using his cultivation to suppress it. Otherwise, with the Southern Border Ghost King's cultivation that is enough to kill Daluo Jinxian, what do you think? He just blew a breath, can Xia Hou withstand it?"

Seeing that the topic had become biased, the storyteller hurriedly put down his tea bowl and said with a wry smile: "Don't argue or be upset. The people you are talking about are naturally great heroes and heroes, and they are admired by all generations, but they are not the people I am talking about. , but I didn’t make it clear enough. The person who was recommended by all the immortals as the first person did not pass away within the past three hundred years, but three hundred years ago..."

When he said this, the storyteller's tone dropped and he said with concentration: "It was he who made a big fuss in the Six Demon Heavens at the beginning and disrupted the situation of the Thirty-three Heavens, which made it impossible for the Thirty-Three Heavens even within a hundred years. He actually gathered a large army and sent troops to the Zhuzi Dojo. It was also when he was in the Six Demons Heaven that he suppressed two noble sons of the emperor... They were the sons of the Immortal Emperor... This made the Zhuzi Dojo at that time have the same characteristics as the three. It was he who was the capital of Thirteen Thirteen's negotiations. He took back some fairy pens from Thirty-Three Heavens and gave them back to Zhuzi Dojo. This greatly increased the strength of Zhuzi Dojo and gave him the foundation to compete head-on with Thirteen Thirteen. , this person is that..."

When he said these words, the restaurant became surprisingly quiet.

All the diners were whispering to each other, some were praising, some were disdainful, and more of them were sighing leisurely...

"Sir, what you are saying is that I have heard about this man's deeds. He is indeed a great hero..."

After a long time, someone sighed, raised his glass, and toasted in the air.

"Yes, I have also heard people say that there are several portraits hanging in the Daxue Mountain Immortal Palace, and this man is one of them. It is said... It is said that he also did many wrong things back then, but he finally woke up and stood up After making a great contribution, the prodigal son will not be able to exchange for gold..."

"Hmph, what kind of prodigal son doesn't want gold in return?"

But just when all the diners were talking about it, someone suddenly heard a sneer. His voice was louder than everyone else, and he said coldly: "You are talking about the Fang Mo from three hundred years ago, right? That is not a good thing. When he was in the spiritual world, he did all kinds of evil and was beaten by everyone. When he was in Tianyuan, he joined the Shenxiao Palace in order to survive. When he couldn't survive, he went to Thirty-Three Heavens. As a result, Thirty-Three Heavens could no longer tolerate him. He was chased by the condemned people. Later, the Sword Master of the Yuan family, the Great Sage of the Golden Crow and others went to Thirty-Three Days to save him. However, he was beheaded even though his life was close. The Sword Master of the Yuan family and others avenged him, and then they suppressed the two The emperor brought back some fairy pens..."

These words were already a bit unpleasant to hear. Everyone looked sideways and saw that the person talking eloquently was a young man in brocade clothes. At a glance, it was obvious that he had a noble status and a sense of arrogance between his eyebrows: "...Ha, he was originally a devil who did all kinds of evil, but he turned out to be a great hero among the people. The ignorance of the world is evident. It's really ridiculous!"

Someone heard this and felt angry in his heart, and said coldly: "This little friend, what the Dian Jiao said clearly has rectified the name of this senior. When he was in Tianyuan, he was fighting for the rare treasure of the gods. Then he pretended to throw himself into the Shenxiao Palace, and finally made great achievements, but was wronged and left. This matter was testified by the lineage of ancient relics in the Demonic Abyss, and was also recognized by the nine saints. You can tell it again What else does it mean? Furthermore, the events of the Six Demon Heavens are clearly recorded in the scriptures. He gave back the Duxian Pen and suppressed the two emperors, but you are talking nonsense here. Isn't it a bit too much to slander your seniors?"

"Hmph, the scriptures only record what the big shots want you to know. What do you know about the details?"

The young man in golden clothes sneered: "My second uncle once told me personally that Fang Xing was basically a big devil. The evil deeds he had done would be wiped out ten thousand times. In the end, he died in Thirty-three days, that is his creation..."

"Who is your second uncle?"

Someone sneered: "You don't believe the clear records in the scriptures, but you believe other people's nonsense?"

In the lobby, there was a sudden buzz of discussion, and most of the people cast disdainful glances at the young man in brocade clothes. Rumors were always the most annoying thing, and Demon Leader Fang was originally from the South. Zhan, everyone in Nanzhan naturally has a little more protection for him. In addition, since the nine saints rectified the name of the senior three hundred years ago, he has gained the respect of countless young monks, although about him There are indeed good and bad legends, but the more so, the more everyone believes that he is true. The things recorded in the scriptures have taken root in everyone's hearts. It is naturally unpleasant to hear someone singing the opposite tune!

"nonsense?"

The man in brocade suddenly changed his expression, glanced at everyone coldly, and shouted: "My second uncle is Xiao Jianzhi who entered the Dojo a hundred years ago. You idiots have the guts to say what he said. Are you talking nonsense? Do you want to die?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell silent, and countless people looked over in awe.

"Haha, Xiao Zhiyuan, you are talking nonsense here again..."

But at this moment, a faint voice sounded at the door. Everyone turned around and saw a tall and slender young man walking in. Beside him, there was a lazy male following him. The lion is very powerful, and everyone he meets will stay away. This young man walked in, but glanced at the Xiao family disciple from a distance, and sneered: "This young master just heard that someone here said I made a special trip to hear the heroic deeds of my Grandfather Fang, but I didn’t expect that as soon as I got here, I heard you talking nonsense here, hum, the matter of Grandfather Fang, that is the dojo of the nine saints and the disciples All the immortals recognize it, and I remember it clearly in Dianjiao. If you just talk here and there, can you pour dirty water on him?"

The atmosphere in the restaurant immediately became much more depressing, and everyone looked at the young man.

"Who is this person? How dare he talk to a child of the Xiao family like this?"

"Judging from his identity and the lion beside him, he must be a descendant of the Yu family..."

Someone whispered and quickly guessed the identity of the young man. If there is anyone in this land of Chunan who dares to talk to the Xiao family children so mercilessly, it is undoubtedly the only one from the Bohai Kingdom. The Yu family is a large family that has been inherited for more than four hundred years. Its qualifications and foundation are much stronger than the Xiao family. With the ancestors of the Yu family sitting in charge, even the Xiao family does not dare to push too hard. There are even rumors that Senior Fang has been worshiping in the ancestral hall of the Yu family and is regarded as the "ancestor" by the Yu family!

"Yu Huairou, how dare you speak to me like this?"

When Xiao Zhiyuan saw the children of the Yu family, his eyes turned cold and he said coldly.

"You are disrespectful to the seniors who have made great achievements and spread rumors to cause trouble. Am I still not allowed to say that?"

Yu Huairou was not afraid of him at all. She slowly picked a chair and sat down, and answered in a rather tough tone.

"Humph, what I said was said by my second grandfather, it is absolutely true!"

Xiao Zhiyuan shouted coldly: "My second grandfather said that he has never seen the statue of the devil in the temple of Zhuzi Daochang. Logically speaking, even if he has never entered Zhuzi Daochang, as long as he He has made great achievements, and when the prodigal son turns around, the statues of him will be erected in the Zhuzi Daochang, just like Xiahou Xingjun back then. Although he did not have the opportunity to enter the Zhuzi Daochang, between him and Jiuyou Divine King After they both died together, the Dojo still included him in the roster, and that devil, hum, if he was..."

"Huh, uncle..."

Yu Huairou sneered and interrupted him directly: "How do you know whether it's because the Zhuzi Dojo doesn't accept Grandpa Fang, or whether Grandpa Fang doesn't want to go in? The most annoying thing is people like you. I don't know where you heard it. If you get a little bit of gossip, you will use it to make nonsense. One is guessed by your second grandfather, and the other is actually written on the book. Which one do you think is credible? I really think it would be inappropriate to contradict others here. The whole world is drunk and you wake up alone? Do you look like a holy and flawless white lotus? Don't make trouble, Brother Xiao, maybe it's not that everyone is drunk, it's just that you are talking as shamelessly as a clown. You should respect your seniors..."

These sarcastic and mocking words made Xiao Zhiyuan's face darken to the extreme.

Then Yu Huairou relaxed and threw it in front of the storyteller, but it was a gold ingot of twelve taels. He crossed his legs and said with a smile: "Old sir, just keep talking, use all your strength, I never tire of hearing the story about Grandpa Fang!”

"this……"

The storyteller was a little embarrassed. The gold ingot made him tempted, but the Xiao family was not easy to offend!

"Yu Huairou, what I hate most is your bad mouth..."

At this moment, Xiao Zhiyuan's expression changed drastically, and he shouted to Yu Huairou with an angry look on his face.

"Hey, you hate being useless, but my ancestors just like it, saying that I have the style of Fang Zu..."

Yu Huairou said proudly with a smile.

"You...hum!"

Xiao Zhiyuan stood up and said with a cold smile: "You Yu family want to pay for that devil, I won't say anything, that is your own business, but you are disrespectful to my second grandfather, but I can't tolerate you Well, speaking of which, we haven’t competed for a long time!”

When these words were spoken, there was already a hint of murderous intent.

After hearing this, Yu Huairou's eyes lit up and she said with a smile, "You want to take action? Am I, Master Yu, still afraid of you?"

The murderous intent was on the verge of breaking out. Everyone in the lobby was trembling with fear and wanted to sneak out quietly for fear of being harmed. However, only the man in black showed a smile and looked at the young master of the Yu family. He glanced at it, nodded with satisfaction, then leaned against the window, crossed his legs, held the wine jar in his arms, and looked like he was ready to watch a good show...

"Xiao Family Iron Eagle Sword..."

Xiao Zhi looked at Yu Huairou from a distance and said nothing for a long time. After enduring it for a long time, he suddenly let out a loud shout and slashed out with sword light like a sword. The sword light actually transformed in the air and turned into a fierce sword. The giant eagle swept over with a crash, tearing all the tables and chairs in the lobby to pieces. A ferocious cry sounded out, and the giant eagle was in front of Yu Huairou in the blink of an eye!

"Gang Xiang Baoxiang!"

But Yu Huairou remained calm until the giant eagle rushed in front of him. Suddenly, there was a deep roar, and behind him, mana suddenly surged, and it actually transformed into the appearance of a ferocious wild boar, which was similar to Yu Huairou's. His rather handsome appearance was not similar at all, but he was walking an unparalleled path. With a roar, he collided with the iron eagle transformed from sword light...

Wow…

The intense light that was annihilated spread out directly to the surroundings, frightening all the diners in the hall to cry for their fathers!

But at any rate, the two young masters were quite measured in their actions and did not affect everyone. The momentum seemed fierce, but there was no real killing intention. After the huge light lit up, the young master of the Yu family, Yu Huairou, suddenly rushed out. , the wild boar spirit behind him showed a fierce look, and bumped into Xiao Zhiyuan, the young master of the Xiao family. The young master of the Xiao family was shocked, and his sword posture suddenly changed. He was about to draw the sword, but inexplicably, the strength in his hand But as soon as he let go, he couldn't cope with the situation and was hit in the chest by Yu Suzui!

"Kara la..."

Xiao Zhiyuan flew backwards, collapsing a wall, and coughed up blood.

"Haha, brother Xiao Shi, you haven't made much progress in your cultivation..."

Yu Huairou laughed, looking very proud, and slowly dusted off his clothes, and the lion beside him also roared.

"Yu... Huairou, you... remember it for me!"

Xiao Zhiyuan fell to the ground and tried to get up, but he had no strength and fell again. Beside him, the servants who served hurriedly came over to help him, but he slapped him and knocked him to the ground. Then he suppressed the confusion in his heart. The blood flowed slowly, and he saw countless gloating looks from the people around him looking at him. Their faces were dull. Naturally, he couldn't stay here anymore, so he said harsh words to Yu Huairou, Then he covered his chest and walked slowly away. He couldn't even use the energy to lift his breath!

"It's so boring to say this kind of thing every time..."

Yu Huairou sneered triumphantly and ignored him. Seeing that the restaurant was almost in ruins, naturally he couldn't listen to the book, so he threw a piece of gold to the shopkeeper hiding behind the counter, then stretched out his hand and took the The storyteller who wanted to sneak out against the wall grabbed hold of him and said with a smile: "Don't leave, you have already collected my gold, so you have to have a good talk. Let's walk around, change restaurants, and find a place with more people." Go ahead and say it, you have worked hard and say it more excitingly, I will reward you with gold later..."

After saying that, when he turned around unintentionally, he was slightly startled.

He only remembered that there was a man in black sitting by the window. When he and Xiao Zhiyuan started fighting, the man was very calm, which made him admire him a little. He wanted to make friends with him, but he didn't think so. The window was actually empty, no one was there.

"Am I blinded?"

He thought about it for a while, but couldn't think clearly, so he shook his head and simply stopped thinking about it.

"Yu Huairou, I... I will kill you sooner or later..."

"I...my second grandfather will be back soon. Then I will definitely ask him to help me vent this bad breath!"

Xiao Zhiyuan was seriously injured, unable to hold on, and unwilling to fall in front of others, so he forced himself into a narrow alley. He wanted to adjust his breathing for a while before hiring a carriage to take him home. In his heart, he just hated the arrogant man. Yu Huairou kept cursing, but as soon as she entered the narrow alley, she felt her eyes darken. She subconsciously raised her head and saw a man in black standing in front of her!

The man stood with his hands behind his back, standing in front of him, seeming to block the light between heaven and earth.

"You...who are you?"

Xiao Zhiyuan was slightly startled, subconsciously feeling a little scared, and asked in a low voice.

"who I am?"

The man sneered and turned around slowly. It was just a slight movement. In Xiao Zhiyuan's eyes, it seemed as if the world was spinning in reverse. It actually made him feel dizzy. When he woke up, At that moment, the palm of the man in black was suddenly around his neck. Then he heard a voice ringing in his ears, and his heart was filled with fear!

"You scolded me for a long time and then asked me who I was?"

There was a "click" sound, and Xiao Zhiyuan's eyes straightened...

When the servants of the Xiao family entered the alley and saw Xiao Zhiyuan's body, they saw that his face was full of uneven fear, and his eyes had become dry, but there. Deep in the pupils, one can still see endless regret...