Nestled in the south of the mountain, the green grass sprouts new buds. The air in the mountains is still a little moist after the rain, but the lawn is dry, and the orange sunshine is warm.
The young man held a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth and put his hands in front of his eyes to block the sun.
"In Yunmeng Palace, the swordsman and the master of Yunmeng Palace fought, and the mountains and rivers were shattered.
That night, the snow fell heavily and the rules of the road collapsed.
In terms of strength, the swordsmen disciples are naturally much inferior to the master of Yunmeng Palace.
After all, if the master teaches his disciples, he will definitely leave a few tricks behind."
"Master, will you show mercy to me?" the little girl tilted her head and asked, still tapping the young man's shoulder lightly with her little hand.
"Am I that kind of person? And...what's the use of keeping a few hands?
In the end, the swordsman's small universe exploded and killed the master of Yunmeng Palace with one sword. At this point... the Zhoushan world was able to survive.
However, this sword attack also drained the swordsman's energy and blood, and both he and his master died."
"It's so miserable, Master, where are they buried? I want to visit their graves!" The little girl's eyes were rolling.
"Hey, you want to visit the grave, you are thinking about their burial objects, right?" The young man was not polite at all.
The little girl is not angry, she just smiles with her eyes narrowed, like a crescent moon.
The young man continued: "But who would have known that the swordsman became stronger as he fought, and the sword in his hand reached a state of selflessness. In the end, he even turned into a powerful sword and killed the master of Yunmeng Palace."
"At this point, the devil has been defeated, the world is at peace, and everyone is celebrating."
When the little girl heard this, a look of greed flashed in her eyes: "Wouldn't this swordsman become a sacred sword?"
"Who knows." The young man looked lazy.
"Master, do you think it's still too late if we go to find the swordsman's grave now?" the little girl asked.
She has always wanted a sword of her own to roam the world.
After all, wearing a red robe and holding a sword in his hand, he looks so handsome.
Not hearing the master's answer, she tried a little harder and found that the master was asleep.
"No, I have to look over the map to see where the Zhou Mountain Realm is!"
Obviously, the little girl listened to the story told by the master.
She doesn't care about the feud between the swordsman and Palace Master Yunmeng. What she cares about are the burial objects and treasures.
Just...about a quarter of an hour later.
A deafening cry sounded.
"Master! You are lying!"
The young man quickly covered his ears, feeling dizzy.
"Master, what did you lie to?"
"I checked the information and found that your story is completely fabricated."
"First, your story has no basis. For example, Yunmeng Palace swallowed up the Zhou Mountain Realm, and even the Nine Heavens Divine Tower avoided it. It can be seen that the master of Yunmeng Palace is extremely powerful, and the swordsman even suffered three disasters and three calamities.
If you haven’t spent time, how can you be your opponent?”
"Second, you mentioned in the story that Palace Master Yunmeng died on the 70 billionth year since Fenglei Xuantian Dao was founded. You also said that when Fenglei Xuantian Dao was founded 50 billion years ago, a celebration was held on Wangzhou Mountain.
But now, Fenglei Xuantian Dao was founded less than 100 million years ago, and Mount Wangzhou has collapsed long ago!
You mean, 50 billion years later, Feng Lei Xuantian Dao built Wangzhou Mountain?"
"So Master, this is a bloody story you made up."
"Is it possible that it's not me who's wrong, but the world?" Bai Xiaosheng retorted, "It's the chaos of time and space in this world, it's the world that's full of loopholes."
He has the feeling that he was born in the wrong era.
"It is useless to call you Bai Xiaosheng, who knows everything in the world."
The little girl chirped, and the young man felt that the air was very noisy.
"Ahem, Xiao Wu Shi, how could Master lie to you?"
"Since you are not lying to me, master, please help me find the sword disciple's tomb. I want the sword he transformed into."
"Hey, it's obviously you who said he might change into a sword!"
"Master, you can make it up, but my disciple can't make it up?"
The little girl raised her head and said proudly.
"You...go to practice, you are young, go and improve your cultivation." The young man seemed to say that he could not win over his apprentice, so he had no choice but to exert his master's authority.
"Master, why don't you practice?" The little girl muttered dissatisfiedly when she mentioned practicing.
"Master, I was born with a divine treasure and a spirit. I have a spirit as soon as I was born. I don't need to practice." The young man said proudly.
[In this life, when you were born, you were a piece of divine money, and you were regarded as the ancestor by the creatures in the world of Tuwu.]
This Bai Xiaosheng was born with a divine treasure and spirit, so he was naturally the second incarnation of Qi Yuan Sanqing Dharma.
At the same time, this great world of Tuwu was once in its twilight years, when all living things were like hair and drank blood, and the civilization was weak, let alone extraordinary.
However, at that time, Qi Yuan broke through the realm and gained superpowers. He once "said the law" and let the Tuwu world know about "money". At this point, the Tuwu world opened the road to civilization.
In this life, he was born with a divine treasure and a spirit, and was respected as the ancestor by the Tuwu world.
…
"Master, spit out some money!"
Bai Xiaosheng was in a daze when he felt a small hand patting his back.
He couldn't help but open his mouth.
With a crash, a pile of golden coins spit out.
Well, Laodeng has exploded with gold coins.
When the little girl Wu Shi saw the money, she narrowed her eyes and smiled, feeling very happy.
Bai Xiaosheng opened his eyes and looked at Wu Shi helplessly: "Why, someone outside saw yellow hair growing on your head?"
"Hey, Master, you are so unreliable. I have to save some private money." The little girl Wu Shi said.
She held the golden coins and felt very safe.
Bai Xiaosheng smiled when he saw this scene.
Disciple Wu Shi's childhood was considered miserable.
She was an orphan in the war, and was left alone on a snowy mountain in a world of ice and snow.
The clothes are thin and the bare feet are frozen.
The first time Bai Xiaosheng saw her, she was as thin as skin and bones.
Fortunately, she also has extraordinary blood, otherwise she would have died of cold and starvation.
However, even so, Wu Shi lived a miserable life and left many root causes of illness.
So this guy now likes to hide personal money and food.
They were all made by Bai Xiaosheng.
"Don't let me explode gold coins while I'm sleeping in the future." Bai Xiaosheng said.
Suddenly, he seemed to feel something, and his expression changed slightly.
"Hide quickly."
A series of spells fell, and Wu Shi's figure disappeared.
At this moment, the rhyme of the avenue rippled.
Time and space seem to stand still.
A Taoist god with no fixed shape and unknown location in time and space descended.
Bai Xiaosheng squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "The Taoist God of Yuantian from Jiutian Divine Tower is here. It's a long way to welcome him."
To be continued...