Volume 2: Yun Ji Cang Hai Chapter 974: Strange

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Fulong Mountain, eight thousand miles away, is vast and majestic. This place used to be the dojo of Hengtian Fulongmen, but now the gate has been changed to Jiuzhou. Fulong Town, a hundred miles away, was much more lively than in previous years, and Hengtian monks could be seen everywhere.

In front of a wine shop on the street in the town, two monks held a cup and talked.

"It's so strange that there is no sect leader in such a huge Jiuzhou Gate! I wonder if Fellow Taoist Yongyuan has heard of it..."

The person who asked the question was a middle-aged man with a sparse beard, a delicate face, a pinch of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a curious look on his face. In the early stages of his cultivation, he was the head of a small immortal sect in the Hengtian family. Sitting opposite him was an old man who was also half a hundred years old, with gray beard and black hair. His eyes were constantly roaming the street, and he said disapprovingly: "Fellow Taoist Minghe came here for the first time, so it is inevitable that he will not know something! Although Jiuzhou Gate There is no sect master, but there is a great elder who is a perfect master in the middle stage of refining the void. He is very shrewd and has close contacts with the Hengtian sect..."

"Oh! Jiuzhou Sect and Hengtian Sect have a close relationship! Haha! Please..." Yong Yuan raised his glass, drank it all in one gulp, then smiled modestly and said: "It is said that there is an immortal weapon in Fulong Mountain, but I don't know whether it is true or not. I am very curious, so I came here to broaden my horizons, so I would like to ask fellow Taoist Minghe to give me more advice!”

The old man known as Minghe put down the cup in his hand, looked away from the street, and said: "How can it be false? I passed here ten years ago and saw it with my own eyes..." The other party's expression perked up, and his eyes flickered. All the wrinkles have been smoothed out. But he stood up, his voice deepened, and he said mysteriously: "It's useless to wait here, just follow me as I go..."

Hearing this, Yong Yuan suddenly realized. He looked around, nodded repeatedly, threw down a piece of fairy crystal as a drink, and followed Minghe through the bustling streets to the outside of the town. After a moment, two figures rose from the ground and flew straight into the depths of the mountain.

On the way, Yong Yuan learned the origin of the immortal weapon from Ming He.

Ten years ago, there were dragons roaring at the foot of Fulong Mountain, and the auspicious light reached into the sky. The disciples of Jiuzhou Sect and the nearby monks were alarmed by this, and believed that it was a sign of the advent of the immortal weapon. And when everyone showed up to watch, everything disappeared without a trace.

The masters of Jiuzhou Sect were unwilling to give up and went deep underground to search, but in the end they found nothing. However, rumors about the immortal weapon spread like wildfire, attracting monks from all over Hengtian to prepare for action. What is particularly exciting is that I heard that there is another movement in Fulong Mountain...

"In Fulong Mountain three months ago, there were thunderclouds rolling in the sky but not falling. They lasted for two days and then dissipated completely. It was very strange! Ten years later, there will be another strange sign, or there may be an immortal weapon or a valuable treasure..." Ming Henai's cultivation in the early stage of Lianxu also came from a small immortal sect. Seeing that Yong Yuan was a knowledgeable person, he became a companion with him, so that they could take care of each other. After explaining the difference, he pointed forward and said: "The mountain peak looks at Fulong Mountain in the distance. The two are thousands of miles apart, but if there is any movement, we can reach it in a moment. The two of us will stay here for the time being and wait patiently..."

When people are in the air, they can have a panoramic view of the situation far and near. Thousands of miles away, monks can be seen everywhere. Jiuzhoumen had no taboos about this and allowed disciples from various Hengtian families to set up camp around Fulong Mountain. And the mountain peak that Minghe chose became independent, and there was less worry about arguing with others. Yong Yuan praised: "Haha! We have a good location and a harmonious relationship. We will definitely succeed as long as fate comes!"

Minghe's sleeves fluttered and he looked contented. Within a moment, the mountain peak was already in sight. At this moment, his face darkened, his body suddenly sped up, and he shouted angrily: "How can you, a blind young man, steal my territory..."

Yong Yuan looked at the sound and smiled nonchalantly. On top of the thousand-foot-high mountain peak, I don’t know when another person appeared. It was an old man with a gray beard. He was only in the late stage of becoming a god. He was wearing coarse cloth clothes only found in farmers and was busy building a hut between a few big rocks. He looked like a rough mountain villager.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them fell down one after another on the mountain peak. Minghe had already rushed to the old man, stretched out his hand and cursed: "Junior! Are you deaf? Why don't you get out of here..." He had been here for more than half a month, and when he turned around, he was taken advantage of by a junior who turned into a god. , how can we not be annoyed by it!

The old man was fiddling with the straw shed by himself, not paying attention to the two people behind him. When the words "Go away" rang in his ears, he slowly turned around and asked in a low and careless voice: "Who are you scolding, junior?"

They were still three feet away from each other, but Minghe, who came in a rage, couldn't help but take a step back. When Yong Yuan arrived beside him, he was also slightly startled. The old man was thick and tall, with a luxuriant gray beard, round eyes, and a strange smile on his face, as if he had encountered something interesting.

Minghe's expression condensed and he didn't see anything unusual about the other party. He flicked his sleeves and said domineeringly: "Hmph! Scolding you is already a compliment. Don't force me to take action and ask for trouble!"

The old man remained unmoved, with the smile still on his face, but he held his two big hands together and squeezed them so hard that they made a 'Gahba, Gahba' sound...

Seeing this, Yong Yuan hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him. There were monks from various sects all around, and it would be inconvenient for them to do anything. And this old man is confident, and he may have the support of senior experts behind him. "Calm down your anger..." He persuaded Minghe, then turned to him and smiled: "You junior are so unreasonable! This place is owned by the two of us, how can we occupy the magpie's nest..."

"Fart!" The old man suddenly opened his mouth and cursed: "I only occupied this piece of shitty space, don't be so damn verbose! If you dare to act like a good boy again, I will beat you up, huh..." The smile on his face has disappeared, and there are still more A bit inexplicably arrogant and arrogant. He snorted arrogantly, shook his thick body, walked to the hut, and said to himself: "I can't stand the sun. It's so damn weird..."

Minghe was already burning with anger, his face turned purple. I have never been insulted like this before, it is unbearable! What's more, you are only facing a junior, so why bother to endure...

Yong Yuan was also shocked, but secretly felt that something was wrong. The sun was dazzling and shining, but it was not so blazing and unbearable. The old man had gone into the hut and was sleeping on his back. It was difficult to see his figure clearly from such a close distance.

Seeing this situation, Yong Yuan did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly stopped in front of Ming He, and persuaded him generously: "There is enough room for three people here, why bother to fight in vain..."

Minghe was still about to have an attack, but a thought flashed through his mind, and then he saw a clue. He felt a bucket of ice water poured down on his head, and the anger in his heart gradually disappeared. His expression changed and he looked at Yong Yuan. The other party nodded vaguely and turned to the side. He hesitated for a moment, then followed...

The two came to the edge of the mountain and looked at each other. Not long after, Yong Yuan sat down solemnly.

Minghe looked back and saw that the situation in the hay shed more than ten feet away was still the same. He shook his head in disbelief and said through a message: "Such a weird and arrogant person, could he be a master from the Nine Provinces Gate? I might as well go somewhere else..." The monks gathered here, hiding dragons and crouching tigers. He was a little embarrassed by the recklessness just now. disturbed.

Yong Yuan waved his hand, signaling to his companions to be calm. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes squeezed again, and he pondered for a moment seriously before replying via voice transmission: "How can a monk be afraid of the sun? That man didn't want to miss the treasure coming out of Fulong Mountain, so he deliberately used the help of There is no doubt that only the masters of Hengtian Clan or the seniors from other places would do this.

"What fellow Taoist said is true! Let's wait and see what happens..." Ming He was convinced.

At this time, the sound of snoring came to mind in the hayloft...

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In a small town a hundred thousand miles away from Fulong Mountain, five people walked out of a wine shop one after another. The leader was a young man in a gray robe, holding a jar of wine in his hand as he walked and drank, with a carefree and uninhibited expression. Walking side by side was an astonishingly beautiful woman in white, with a slight smile on her face. Behind them were three identical middle-aged men, each holding a wine jar, looking very relaxed and comfortable!

The five people in this group were master and apprentice Lin Yi and the Tong family brothers who had left Hengtianmen not long ago.

"Master always buys a jar of wine every time he is in a different place. It is very fiery and violent. The apricot flower wine brewed by slave today is light, I am afraid it will not be pleasing to the eye..." Xu Shi returned to Hengtian. Because of this, Lin Yi's expression gradually became clearer, and he became more calm and composed when raising his hands and feet, which made the immortal slave extremely happy. The master and apprentice also talked much more casually.

Lin Yi walked up and down, looking at the street scenes on both sides, and said with a slight smile: "I'm so thoughtful, slave! How can I not like the wine you brew..." Whenever he stays in a different place for a while, he buys a jar of wine to taste. Tasting has become a hobby that has remained unchanged for many years. There is no harm in doing this, and sometimes it can save lives! However, he just wanted to take the opportunity to inquire about the situation at Jiuzhou Gate today. And the rumors among the people are surprising but also hopeful...

"Haha! The wine brewed by the fairy must be fine wine. I wonder if my brother has such a good taste..."

The master and apprentice were in a good mood, and Tong Li took the opportunity to get close to them. When the three brothers came to the world, they tried their skills for a while and took the opportunity to vent their frustration at being forced to be servants. And while some people are happy, others are naturally unlucky! Cheng Yuanzi was severely injured, and the two juniors lost half their lives.

Xian Nu thought that the three brothers had made great contributions and would not hesitate to reward them. As long as the master drinks wine, everyone who sees it will have a share, and promises to give some immortal crystals as a gift.

Therefore, from the perspective of Lao Datongli, the situation is not as unbearable as imagined. There is wine to drink and fairy crystals, which are really needed in this day. What's wrong with being a servant? So what if the soul is imprisoned for a thousand years? From now on, watch my brother run wild in the world...

Tongli drank wine and walked with his head held high. Seeing that their eldest brother was so open-minded, his two brothers also let go of their thoughts and drank wine from the jar...

Xiannu ignored the three brothers at all and said to herself: "Slave only makes wine for Master..." She suddenly thought about something, and then said: "Just now there are rumors that there is an immortal weapon in Fulong Mountain. And where is it? The Jiuzhou Gate is exactly where I am going..."

In a blink of an eye, we were outside the town. Lin Yi dropped the empty wine jar, jumped into the air, and laughed loudly: "Now that an immortal weapon has come out, why not join in the fun..."