The situation did not escalate. Ke Mengzhan and He Zhiqing exchanged moves and immediately stopped.

The two of them knew each other well, and it was their unique way of greeting each other when they met, but they made a little noise.

As for the stunned onlookers...

Sorry, no responsibility is taken.

Now He Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan continued to talk and laugh under the tree, while Su Youyi and Yu Gejing had not spoken in private for a long time. As soon as they met, they couldn't help but hold hands and talk about the current situation.

"Sister Pang, when you came to Jianchi, you had a fight with Na and Zhiqing, right?" Liu Rouxin secretly smacked her tongue. Judging from the blow just now, Na and Zhiqing are both at the late stage of the fifth realm, right?

Not to mention Sister Pang, she wanted to jump over and find a fight with Zhiqing again.

"It's not him, it's Yu Gejing." Pang Qingshi looked away, shook his head and explained casually, but there was no specific explanation.

"Hey, Yu Gejing? The daughter of Lord Zhou Tian? Why did you fight with her?" Liu Rouxin was a little confused. She had never heard that Sister Pang had any interaction with Yu Gejing.

"Is it possible that it's because of men?" Liu Rouxin's little eyes rolled and she glanced at He Zhiqing, who was having a long conversation with Ke Mengzhan, and a suspicion came to her mind.

She just looks young, but she is actually quite old and knows a lot about many things! Objectively speaking, Yu Gejing is indeed on par with Sister Pang in terms of appearance, but from a subjective point of view, Sister Pang is a few steps ahead of Yu Gejing.

street.

It would be fun if it was really because of men. The contemporary chief of Wanxiang Senluo Sect and the daughter of the head of Zhoutian Sect are competing for men. It is exciting to think about it!

If the Lord of Zhoutian and the Lord of Senluo really knew about it, wouldn't they start a fight across half of the Xuanji Continent?

But before those people over there could reminisce about old times, they saw a handsome, bald little monk carrying Zhou Wudao up to the top of the mountain out of breath.

At this time, Zhou Wudao was still holding the brush, concentrating on painting his unfinished masterpiece that would be handed down from generation to generation in the future:

"Master Huizhi? You're here too, why are you still carrying that guy?" He Zhiqing seemed to know everyone. When he saw Huizhi's appearance, he smiled and waved to signal him to come over.

"The young monk met Donor Zhou by chance on the road before. Donor Zhou said that the subject matter he wanted to paint recently was somewhat related to Zen Buddhism, so he took action with me." The white and pure Huizhi first performed a Buddhist salute to the four people present.

After putting down Zhou Wudao who was still immersed in his own world, he lowered his eyebrows and explained.

"Hey, you are unlucky to meet this painting idiot." He Zhiqing was a little gloating, and everyone else except Su Youyi had the same expression.

"Senior Sister Yu, why do you say that?" Su Youyi didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, so she quietly asked Yu Gejing.

"This is the wise little master of Zen Buddhism, and the one who is obsessed with painting is Zhou Wudao, the eldest prince of Xuanzhou Immortal Dynasty. He loves painting by nature, but it's a pity that no one appreciates it." Yu Gejing pursed his lips and smiled softly, thinking for Su Youyi

explained.

"Zhou Wudao's mind is filled with all kinds of ideas every day. As long as it involves painting, he will stay up without thinking about anything else, so it can be very troublesome sometimes."

Su Youyi looked at Zhou Wudao who had no reaction even if he said this, and she vaguely understood.

"Is this the disciple who was relegated to immortality by the Taoist sect? I have admired his name for a long time, and the young monk Huizhi has met Su Xianzi." Huizhi took a serious look at Su Youyi before nodding and smiling.

Su Youyi was surprised to find that Master Huizhi's pupils were different from the black of normal people. Instead, they were light golden, and there was a mysterious feeling when looking at him.

However, after hearing the monk's praise, Su Youyi did not lose her etiquette and replied softly:

"Master Huizhi has been praised too much. My master once mentioned you to me, praising you for your thorough Buddha mind and the holy nature of Buddha. You will definitely be a great monk in the future."

"It is a great honor for me to be praised by the Exalted Immortal." Hui Zhi really didn't expect that the Exiled Immortal would notice him. After all, the relationship between Zen Buddhism and the Exiled Immortal was not a friendly one.

The real body of the Great Sun is still lying in someone else's house, and some eminent monks in the temple are thinking every day about how to beat Chen Hua and take his skills back.

The second thing is to steal the skills, the main reason is to beat Chen Hua.

However, Huizhi thought that those in the temple might just think about it. If Chen Hua asked them to fight, they probably wouldn't be able to defeat them.

"It's done!" An overjoyed voice came from Zhou Wudao, attracting everyone's attention.

He Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan looked at each other, each seeing a little helplessness in each other's eyes, recalling some bad memories.

"He Zhiqing, Ke Mengzhan, come and show me how my painting looks like?" Zhou Wudao, who was dressed in shabby clothes, stood up, holding up his latest proud painting with his arms full of excitement, and couldn't wait to paint it.

To show it to the world.

"hiss···"

"Forehead···"

Two voices of unknown meaning came from the mouths of He Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan. It wasn't that they didn't want to judge, it was just that they couldn't tell anything about the... pigment aggregate in front of them.

Yu Gejing had already guessed this situation and pulled Su Youyi to hide far away.

Even the little monk Huizhi, who had always looked indifferent, looked around before Zhou Wudao came to him, found a suitable big tree, sat cross-legged in front of it and started chanting sutras.

"Zhou Wudao is a person who likes to have people judge him after he paints a painting. He will become extremely verbose. But he has absolutely no self-awareness about his painting skills, and almost no one can tell what he painted.

"Yu Gejing explained in a low voice to Su Youyi with lingering fear.

When Zhou Wudao first asked He Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan to judge, the two people were anxiously preparing to fight. When he saw Zhou Wudao holding a mosaic-like canvas from a distance, he thought it was the eldest prince who was a good painter.

Just a few words of flattery.

Unexpectedly, I was introduced to Zhou Wudao as my confidant. From then on, I had to look to these two people to judge any new works.

But after they finished fighting with Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan and looked at the first scene, they almost thought that Zhou Wudao had painted it in front of a monster showing its true form.

At this time, Zhou Wudao was facing a lump of unknown blue and white paint, and he was talking eloquently to He Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan about the wonderful features of his painting. As the audience, the two people's faces turned black.

The bottom of the pot is the same, but I am embarrassed to have an attack.

After all, they were the ones who praised Zhou Wudao and regained the confidence that Zhou Wudao almost lost. Now they have to endure it even if their eyes and ears are tortured.

But if they could go back to the beginning, they would definitely beat Zhou Wudao up together before talking about anything else.

"There's some movement."

"The stairs are ready to go up!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, go in and seize the opportunity!"

···

There was a commotion below, and at Yu Gejing's signal, He and Zhiqing finally reopened their closed hearing, and their expressionless faces faded away.

He covered Zhou Wudao's chattering mouth and restored peace to the world.

"Brother Zhou, it's time for us to go in. Let's talk about the painting in another life, okay?" He Zhiqing's eyes were dangerous, his smile was still gentle, he covered Zhou Wudao's mouth and whispered close to him.

Ke Mengzhan, on the other hand, had an astonishing sword energy on his fingertips. As long as Zhou Wudao dared to say no, he planned to make a hole in the hanging man's body.

"Hmm..." Zhou Wudao felt the vague murderous intention on Ke Mengzhan's body, and the increasingly strong palm on his mouth. He finally chose to follow his heart. After all, the premise of exploring the way of painting is

Live first, he has not yet reached the state where he can feel the beauty of death.

"Eh? Have the two people from Xueyu Sect and Wanxiang Senluo Sect gone in?" Su Youyi glanced away, only to find that the two figures on the mountain next to her had disappeared, leaving only the green grass.

"Senluo Wanxiang Sect, hum!" Yu Gejing had a headache thinking of that misty and picturesque woman, but it must be because they had a fight before coming here, and they didn't bother them in the secret realm this time.

She didn't think that the Senluo Wanxiang Sect's ability could not calculate the whereabouts of her and Junior Brother He.

"Is there any grudge between the clans?" Su Youyi looked at Senior Sister Yu who looked unhappy.

Even if I had been on Youdao Mountain, I had heard about the sect grievances between Zhou Tian Sect and Senluo Wanxiang Sect. Every time Master talked about the scene where Sect Master Fang and Sect Master Wan met, he was overjoyed. He said that he just liked to watch those two people.

The look of bickering while fighting.

"Not entirely, but Pang Qingshi has always been hostile to Junior Brother He, which is quite inexplicable. I even had a fight with her before coming here." Yu Gejing shook his head.

As a woman, her intuition told him that Pang Qingshi's goal was to target his junior brother, and not because of the grudges between the sects. She almost thought that his junior brother had done something wrong to others.

"Senior brother He, he shouldn't be that kind of person, right?" Su Youyi was a little dazed, and He Zhiqing didn't look like that kind of person.

"Hmph, I'd be thankful if his idiot could figure it out." Yu Gejing got angry when he mentioned this. He almost didn't point it out directly, but the idiot just couldn't see it.

"What about the little girl from Xue Yumen?"

Su Youyi thought of the little girl Pang Qingshi, who looked even younger than her.

"Liu Rouxin is a little lunatic. Her hobbies are nothing but fighting. I guess her next target will be you. Even though she is young, she is about the same age as me." Yu Gejing does not envy the looks of others of the same age.

She is still a little loli. After all, she has a small body and cannot be a Taoist companion with her junior brother.

"Let's go, let's change our bodies too." Yu Gejing stretched lazily, showing off her graceful figure, stood up and pulled Su Youyi up and said with a smile.

"Um."

Over there, Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan threatened Zhou Wudao for a while, and then they called Master Huizhi, who was chanting sutras in front of a tree, to get up and plan to enter together.

The chief sects of their generation, except for the two weirdos of the Xueyu Sect and the Wanxiang Senluo Sect, all have pretty good relationships with each other. Although there is usually some competition, it is still a reasonable competition.

As people in the same circle, they have no real grudges. This is also directly related to the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere in the world of immortality today.

But those who really have conflicts with them should be the geniuses of the first-grade sect besides them.

The super power has been at the top for countless years, and other first-level powers have never been able to break through the limits and successfully advance. Over time, the backlog of resentment is not small.
Chapter completed!