Chapter 820 Farewell to the Cloud Patterned Glazed Golden Rod

"Then later, did you hold the pass?"

Yan Wen asked Ci Song Dao in a hoarse voice.

"We held it. I don't know about the other passes, but the seventh temporary pass was indeed held." Ci Song replied.

After hearing Ci Song's affirmative answer, Yan Wen's breathing became rapid, "How did you maintain it? The immortal energy of the Chaos Immortal Clan greatly suppresses our talents. How could you maintain it?" live?"

"The immortal energy of the Chaos Immortal Clan does have a suppressive effect on ordinary talents. If not, their own combat power is not very strong, and any real literary giant in the pass can defeat them."

Ci Song said slowly, "However, this immortal energy has no suppressive effect on me."

After Yan Wen heard Ci Song's answer, he figured everything out in an instant. He sneered and then leaned back on the chair, seemingly losing all his strength. "That's it, that's it, hahaha, that's it."

"The world of mortals is full of hardships, and the world is so vast that the road is rarely smooth."

"If God has mercy on me, why should I feel sad and resentful in the past?"

Yan Wen's tone was full of ridicule for himself, "At least, there are still people in this world who remember our seventh temporary pass."

His voice gradually became choked, "At least, there are still people who remember us." Ci Song looked at Yan Wen, silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink Pipa, hurry up."

"Don't laugh, Lord, who is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times."

"Don't laugh while you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times..."

Yan Wen kept repeating this sentence, and then laughed loudly, laughing, and his tears flowed out.

Ci Song stood up from his seat, held his hands to Yan Wen, and then left the study. He understood that today, he had once again opened the scar that sealed Yan Wen's heart.

At this moment, he needs to leave enough time for Yan Wen to face everything he has been avoiding for these years.

. . .

When Ci Song came to the martial arts field, Shi Yue and others showed surprise on their faces, because less than two quarters of an hour later, Ci Song came to the martial arts field, which surprised them.

"Master, what happened?" Shi Yue stepped forward and asked Ci Songdao.

"No, I talked with him about some things. He needs to calm down now." Ci Song replied.

"Master, what do you have to talk about with that kid? He is just a bad person." Shi Yue's tone was full of dissatisfaction with Yan Wen.

"Uncle Shi Yue, please don't say these words in the future. He and I will have an end today."

Ci Song heard this and shook his head. Shi Yue and everyone present did not know Yan Wen's past, so they did not have any good feelings towards Yan Wen.

Ci Song turned his attention to the four boxes at the edge of the martial arts stage. The four boxes were of different lengths and very shabby in appearance. Not only were they covered with dust, there were even signs of decay on the edges. They looked like Just dug out of the soil not long ago.

Shi Yue naturally noticed Ci Song's gaze, and then explained to Ci Song: "These four boxes were placed here by Yan Wen. He said that the weapons and calligraphy treasures stored in them are his."

"Master, you may not know that although Yan Wen is a bad person, his talent was really good in the past. Like you, he also writes poetry and can rely on it to strengthen his combat power. His pistol skills have also been used by many The master approves.”

"If there wasn't something wrong with his own cultivation, he would at least be at the level of a literary giant now. Master, you must be careful when fighting him."

Shi Yue opened his mouth to introduce Yan Wen's strength to Ci Song. Even if he was unhappy with Yan Wen, he was still trying his best at this moment. "Uncle Shiyue, don't worry, I know what's going on."

When Ci Song heard this, he smiled slightly, and then tapped the ground with his toes. He floated up and landed lightly on the martial arts stage. He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, waiting for Yan Wen's arrival.

The agreed half hour has arrived, and Yan Wen's figure has also appeared in the martial arts arena. At this moment, Yan Wen has returned to his elegant appearance again, and is not at all as glum as before.

The only difference was that his peach blossom eyes were red, obviously from crying.

Yan Wen came under the martial arts stage, jumped up, and came to the martial arts stage, sitting opposite Ci Song.

"Are you ready?"

Yan Wen's voice was very calm, as if the next step was not a life and death battle, but an invitation to Ci and Song to drink and write poems together.

Ci Song also stood up from the ground, looked at Yan Wen in front of him, and nodded.

Yan Wen saw Ci Song stand up, then slowly walked to the four boxes and put his hand on one of the longer boxes. Yan Wen raised his hand and opened the box with force.

Perhaps because it had been sealed for too long, the dust dispersed into the interior of the box the moment it was opened.

However, Yan Wen didn't care at all and slowly took out the weapon from the box. It was a stick covered in dust.

Yan Wen blew away the dust from the weapon in his hand, and immediately revealed the original appearance of the weapon, which was a golden, crystal clear stick.

On the stick body, there is a faint light of talent flowing. These lights are like trickles that gather into a river, and they are like stars dotting the night sky.

Both ends of the stick are carved with delicate cloud patterns. Those cloud patterns are lifelike, as if they will turn into real clouds and mist at any time, lingering around the stick. As the talent surges in Yan Wen's body, the cloud pattern seems to contain endless power.

"You said you experienced that battle, then do you know the name of this weapon?"

Yan Wen threw out two stick flowers with his right hand. The talent on the stick body flashed, and it made a whistling sound when he swung it.

"This is the semi-saint treasure of the third pass master, the cloud pattern glazed golden pole stick. I used it to defeat the attack of the Chaos Immortal Clan in the Divine Eye Fantasy World."

Ci Song looked at the weapon in Yan Wen's hand and slowly told its origin.

Yan Wen heard it and laughed, saying: "It seems that what you said is true."

After that, the talent in his body surged, gathered above his head, and turned into a talent vision. Nine extremely dense green clouds condensed behind Yan Wen, exuding a strong aura of oppression.

But in this cloud, there is still no trace of "moonlight".

"You said you used it to defeat the attack of the Chaos Immortal Clan, then let me see how your stick skills are."

Yan Wen held the stick in his hand and swept directly towards Ci Song.

Ci Song saw this and also released his own talent. The golden talent condensed in Ci Song's palm and turned into a golden long stick,

which met the cloud-patterned glazed golden rod stick in Yan Wen's hand.

"Dang"

With a crisp sound, the two long sticks collided with each other, making a metallic sound, and the air waves rolled and swept around.

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