Jiang Yunhe thought it was quite stupid to hold a "treasure appreciation meeting".

It was like a rich second-generation sold a good thing at the auction and immediately invited friends to show off when they came back.

However, there is no purely social event like a cocktail party in this world.

Therefore, the same purpose is placed under layers of coats, such as this treasure appreciation meeting.

Ji Shize's poetry meeting is also one of them, but poetry meetings are more similar to those of the same-school meetings, but they do not have so much purpose.

"Wait." Zhiyue called Jiang Yunhe and stood in front of him to tidy up his already flat collar.

Collar is not the purpose.

Zhiyue just wanted to do such intimate actions.

Rejected the carriage provided by the Cheng family, and the two of them wandered around.

"Wait." Jiang Yunhe passed by the shop on the street and smelled the fragrance of buns. He whispered to Zhiyue, and threw a piece of silver over.

Put ten buns into the bag.

Although he was a little greedy, Jiang Yunhe had never had the habit of walking and eating on the street since he was a child.

"By the way, I wanted to ask that day, why is it called Wanshanjun?" Jiang Yunhe talked about the paper man Zhiyue used last time. The name of this technique made him feel a little strange.

"This magic requires the energy of thousands of mountains to summon the true spirit seal of the mountain king who is wandering in time. At the end of the great success, there will be the power of thousands of mountains." Zhiyue said lightly.

"So exaggerated?" Jiang Yunhe couldn't think of what it would be like with the power of thousands of mountains.

"It is said that this is true, but no one has practiced it for a long time. There are too many materials needed and it is rare. The Shanjun True Spirit Seal is not so easy to summon."

Jiang Yunhe nodded slightly. Gods are not invincible, nor can they be as overwhelming as in myths and legends. It is not uncommon for gods like Shanjun to die. Even before Xianyong Kingdom, I don’t know how many gods were destroyed in history.

Even if these gods are annihilated, they will leave some marks in this world.

This is the trace they left in this world.

No matter how the world changes or how time washes, these traces always exist in the long river of time.

If you want to summon these marks, you can imagine that it is not possible to do it with any kind of magic.

Jiang Yunhe thoughtfully said: "I don't know who passed down this "Ren Ji Chao" and seems to be very good at magical techniques related to the true spirit."

Whether it is curse or disease, it involves this aspect.

The talisman paper-like magic that Zhiyue obtained from it actually involved this.

Zhiyue thought for a while: "It's true."

She also read Jiang Yunhe's book "The Strange Arts of the People's Records", but she was not very interested in curses and epidemics.

"There are so many amazing people in the long river of time, but unfortunately they are all buried in time." Zhiyue sighed.

"Yes...ah? That's a dragon, right?" Jiang Yunhe gasped and almost brought out the word "dummy".

A big snake with a diameter of more than two meters swam across the road at the intersection in front. Even though the people in the county are knowledgeable, such a big dragon still caused panic, and it was almost a mess.

The snake seemed to have swam over, but in fact it was still half a meter above the ground, with two claws under it.

There was also a bearded man sitting on his back.

Zhiyue frowned: "It's Xu Yu from the Dragon Pool."

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Jiang Yunhe and said seriously: "Be careful of him."

"He is your admirer?" Jiang Yunhe asked subconsciously.

He has never heard of this name. He is not a monk from Wansheng Kingdom. I don’t know if it is from Wu Kingdom or Huang Kingdom.

Zhiyue shook her head, her eyebrows frowned even tighter.

"He has sixteen concubines." Zhiyue said.

Jiang Yunhe shrugged, "A man, the rich man has several concubines, let alone monks."

"The sixteen concubines were all men," Zhiyue said again.

(⊙_⊙)?

Jiang Yunhe turned his head to look at Zhiyue in a daze.

"It's what you think." Zhiyue nodded.

“???”

Although there are countless strange people in this world, Jiang Yunhe is still a little confused after confirming that he has heard it correctly.

Does that Xu Yu like men or women?

Judging from the fact that all his sixteen concubines were "female bodies", he should like women, and this is doubtful.

But he thought that men only understood men? So he found sixteen men to become women and married them home?

Really good at playing.

Jiang Yunhe was amazed.

Jiang Yunhe already has an image in his heart.

Barely, domineering, perverted!

No wonder Zhiyue reminded herself to be careful of him.

Judging from the other party's direction, it is impossible to go to Ji Changshi's mansion like the two of them.

"Are he a monk from the Wu Kingdom? Where is the Yinlong Pool?" Jiang Yunhe asked. He memorized all the names of monks with famous surnames in Wansheng.

He only knows the most famous ones in the other two countries, and some more famous sects, after all, there are fewer opportunities to deal with them.

Although the monks have a large range of actions... but monks still have their own comfortable areas, and they are easily beaten up by others when they are in trouble and rain in other countries.

Especially those geniuses with reputation may be targeted.

"The Dragon Inscription is located in the Dragon Abyss east of Bincheng. It is said that there are real dragon bones under the Dragon Abyss, and the Dragon Inscription is famous for raising dragons. Every hundred years, dragons will flow out of the Dragon Inscription Pool. Xu Yu is the descendant of the Dragon Inscription Pool. His strength is not outstanding compared to the same level. The Dragon Inscription Pool is relatively average in terms of martial arts. However, he also has a symbiotic dragon with a strength of the Yuanmen.

The cultivators in the Dragon Inspiring Pond are average in their own strength, but the strength of the dragon should not be underestimated."

After hearing this, Jiang Yunhe knew that this was the Dragon Knight.

Or it is the Dragon Knight.

I don’t know if his dragon can transform into a human being, whether it is a male or a female... Jiang Yunhe had such an idea in his mind for some reason.

However, the one that swam past just now should not be the symbiotic dragon. The strength of the Qihai Realm was only slightly higher than that of Jiang Yunhe.

Jiang Yunhe suddenly realized that his strength was not as strong as a mount...

I arrived at the door of Ji Changshi's mansion. Before I could take out the invitation, a monk in black in the bridge realm stepped forward: "I have seen Fairy Yue and this fellow Taoist, please follow me."

Ji Changshi's mansion is much larger than Ji Shize's, and it is at least twice as large in size. Teams of low-level monks covered in armor have a sense of strictness.

The center of the mansion is a hall. As soon as you enter the hall, you will see two rows of low tables. Some monks are sitting there talking and laughing. A blind man is leisurely pulling the erhu.

"It turns out that Fairy Yue is here. If you are not welcome, please sit down." Sitting on the head was a tall man with a loud voice and a sound of gold and iron.

Zhiyue glanced at the scene and her face turned cold.

The low tables in the field are all single tables.

Her position is obviously the third one in her left hand.

The second table on your left hand sat behind Ji Mahal.

The dream girl in green was sitting behind the fourth table.

However, these low tables are single tables.

In other words, Zhiyue sat on the third position on the top and down, and Jiang Yunhe was going to be there.

It’s not that I don’t want to sit separately from Jiang Yunhe, but Ji Changshi’s arrangements are obviously not taking Jiang Yunhe seriously, that is, she doesn’t take her seriously.

She sat down with Jiang Yunhe, which was even more jokey, and even lost her face.

As for leaving at this time, it is also a joke.

Zhiyue was just silent for a moment, her face was cold, and her whole body was filled with cold air. She snorted coldly. The sound was not loud, but it was like a bronze bell, smashing into the hall.

All the monks looked over.

If you can't sit, you can't walk, so you can only make a big fuss.

"I don't know if Fairy Yue suddenly got angry. Is it because I was neglected?" Ji Changshi said slowly.

Before Zhiyue could speak, the dream girl suddenly said, "I just think why should he sit there? Not to mention Sister Yue, I'm not very happy either."

The dream girl looked at Ji Mausoleum, who was gloating and watching the show.

"Is he worthy?"

Ji Ling and Ji Changshi's faces turned pale.
Chapter completed!