Master Huolong continued to doze off.

I once defeated millions of sand demons, which made me stronger and stronger.

An old man and a young boy left Parrot Island and took a ferry to Aotou Mountain Mansion.

Because the young emperor wanted to take this simple ferry for a good reason. He said that he could see a few more foreign monks. Maybe there was an outsider like Master Yinguan hidden inside. Then when he saw that he had extraordinary bones, he

He was about to be accepted as a disciple, but in the end he learned that he was an emperor, so he had to miss out on a talented Taoist wizard. The master left sadly, regretting for the rest of his life. From now on, every time he thinks about it on the mountain, he will shed a handful of bitter tears...

But when Yuan Zhou boarded the ship, he found that no one paid attention to him.

Yuan Zhou stood by the railing and said, "Grandpa Yu, I always feel like there's something wrong with our deal."

In the second meeting, although Yuan Zhou was the Xuanmi Emperor, he did not participate in the meeting.

Yu Panshui’s reason is that His Majesty is the year

Ji is too young and has too much limelight. When the wind blows, his head can easily be blown away.

Therefore, it was the result of his hard work and begging from the Confucian Temple. If Your Majesty feels aggrieved, just endure it. Of course Yuan Zhou is willing to endure it. The Xuanmi Yuan family has only been in existence for a few years, so he cannot be the last emperor.

Yu Panshui smiled and said, "Something's wrong? Why didn't you say anything just now? Your Majesty's mouth wasn't sewn shut."

Yuan Zhou said: "I am the emperor after all. The words I say and the water I throw out are all imperial edicts. If I really regret it, I will be underestimated by Lord Yinguan in vain, which will be even worse."

On the way here, they both agreed to half sell and half give away the Feng Yuan Ferry, pretending that there was no such thing in the imperial treasury.

Xuanmi Dynasty and Luo Luoshan are on the line, and the two sides still have some personal friendship, so it's just a matter of time.

Anyway, half of this favor must go to Yu Panshui in the end, so he encouraged the emperor to come down.

As a result, Emperor Yuan Zhou not only gave away a cross-continental ferry for nothing, but the Xuanmi Dynasty seemed to have to pay for the repair costs of Feng Yuan.

Even Yu Panshui boarded the boat and left Parrot Island, but he still felt a little

Credit? At least you made it clear when you will pay back the money. We didn’t ask, so why don’t you tell us? Is there anyone in the world who owes money so much?

In the end, do you still have the nerve to say, "It's disrespectful to accept it, but it's your fault to accept it"?

Yu Panshui held the handle and rubbed his face, which was becoming more and more interesting with age, thinking that when he was a little girl from a Hakka family, Pei Qian looked very honest and honest. He was a well-behaved girl, so he knew how to be polite.

Count the children, if it weren't for the shameless old scholar who interfered with it, that valuable thing that was close to hand would have almost not been given away. After a twist, it would have been successfully returned to the bag.

How did Pei Qian, who was not greedy for money, fall in love with such a money-obsessed master?

Yuan Zhou looked around and said for no reason: "Grandpa Yu, it turns out there are so few yellow objects in the world outside."

It was different at home and in the palace. Ever since he could remember, when he thought about that place, the young emperor's mind was filled with yellow objects. The high roofs, as far as the eye could see, were all yellow. The clothes he was wearing were all yellow.

, the cushion on which you sit, the dishes on the table, and the rickety sedan chair between the high walls on both sides are all yellow. It seems that there is only one color in the world.

In other colors, for example, there is a library in the palace, which is black. There are many precious books in it that will never be touched by a young man but never seen by outsiders.

As for the colors of the generals and ministers, they were similar to the flowing water of a few winding streams. They came and went in his house every day, over and over again. There were often old people saying childish words and young people saying incomprehensible words.

, and then he sat on that chair, not knowing how to pretend to understand, and when he encountered something big that he was at a loss for, he would just look at Fatty Yu.

Regarding the Supreme Emperor of this mysterious dynasty, many white-haired old civil servants had more or less given verbal hints to the young man when Fatty Yu was not around. Yuan Zhou actually understood, but he pretended not to understand.

Some old people were sincerely good for him, and some were thinking that if Yu Panshui left the court, many official positions would have to move forward. But Yuan Zhou didn't pay attention to it. At most, he occasionally cooperated with the old people and gritted his teeth.

For a while, or slightly red-eyed. In fact, it was very troublesome. In the end, he reminded the eunuchs around him, the Supervisor of Ceremonies, not to forget his little tricks when talking to Grandpa Yu.

What's the fuss about? What's the benefit to him? Yu Panshui won't be the emperor, and the Xuanmi Dynasty is destined to be without the backbone of the Yu family. In this case, he's just a big kid, so don't mess around.

The old apricot tree in the palace, which has lived for seven or eight hundred years, is said to have been planted by the founding emperor of the previous dynasty. In autumn, the tree will be covered with golden fallen leaves, which fall every year.

Are there green leaves every year?

The deep-rooted Zhongtu Yu family is evergreen all year round and never loses its leaves.

Yu Panshui had a rare kind look on his face. He touched the young man's head and said softly: "If you are the master of the family, you will have to work hard."

The young man tilted his head and complained: "How dare you touch the emperor's head?"

Yu Panshui laughed loudly and patted the young man's face, "Grandpa Yu is in a good mood on this trip with you, so you can choose who the queen will be in the future. Whether her surname is Yu or not, it doesn't matter."

Yuan Zhou stamped his feet and said: "I heard that Yu Xuanfu and Yu Qingqing, the two most beautiful sisters, have their hearts set on each other. Who can I choose when it's my turn, ah!?"

Yu Panshui smiled and said: "I know that Qingqing's girl is interested in Lin Junbi. As for the husband, I heard that I had a boxing match with Master Yinguan at the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Hehe, does your Majesty understand?"

Yuan Zhou clenched his fist and praised sincerely: "Sister Xuanfu, oh no, it's my sister-in-law, that's not right, it's my sister-in-law who has such good eyesight."

Yu Panshui slapped the little boy so hard that he became dizzy.

Over there in Panshui County.

A shabby young scholar found an Ascension Realm monk who was recovering from his injuries.

Jing Hao, the Taibao of the Qing Palace, even though he was seriously injured on the left and right, still did not leave, as if he was waiting for justice from the Confucian Temple.

The monk who blocked the way, ran away, and apologized again was the first monk who ran back to the house and became the doorkeeper afterwards.

I'm just a Jade Pure Realm person. It's not shameful to look after the home and courtyard of a great monk in the Ascension Realm.

Most of the rest of the gangsters on the mountain were birds and animals who had dispersed, saying they did not dare to delay Patriarch Jing's rest and recuperation.

It's just that the Jade Purity monk's eyes blurred and he fell to the ground. Before he fainted, he only vaguely saw a man wearing a green shirt passing by him.

This courtyard is elegant and quiet, with a clump of green banana trees as fat as dripping water.

Jing Hao walked out of the house and looked at the young scholar standing in the courtyard. Since he couldn't tell the depth of his cultivation, it meant that he was at a very high level.

The uninvited guest seemed to have nothing to do. He stood up on tiptoes, pulled off a banana leaf, and flicked it a few times.

Having learned from the mistakes of Zuo Wenjian, Jing Hao was not in a hurry to get angry. He looked gentle and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist came to the door, but I was greeted from afar."

Chen Zhuoliu looked at the Qinggong Taibao who was known as the most powerful magician in Xiazhou, shook his head and said: "You guys in Qinggong Mountain are really inferior to each other. The more you live, the more you go back."

Jing Hao smiled and said, "Do you think our fellow Taoist has any history with our Qinggong Mountain Patriarch?"

Chen Zhuoliu was too lazy to talk to this guy and asked, "Your master, doesn't she have a portrait of me hanging in her house?"

The Taibao of the Qing Palace said nothing, bowed his head, and even trembled a little. I don't know whether it was excitement or awe, "Jing Hao, I would like to pay my respects to Chen Xianjun."

To be respected as an Immortal Lord by an Ascension Realm, of course, one can only be a Fourteenth Realm great monk, or at least a sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm.

Sword repair.

The man who slayed the dragon.

The preaching teacher of Zheng Juzhong in Baidi City.

None of Jing Hao's senior brothers and sisters knew about this secret matter of the sect. It was the master who told him before he died. She looked complicated at the time and told Jing Hao a shocking truth, saying that the green grass beneath her feet

Gongshan is someone else's property. It was only lent to her temporarily. It has never belonged to his own sect. That man has accepted several disciples, the most famous of which is Zheng Huaixian from Baidi City. If Qinggong Mountain is in trouble in the future,

, just take this painting and go down the mountain to look for him. If you can’t find him, look for Zheng Huaixian.

Jinghao is the only son of a pair of Taoist monks from the Zushi Hall in Qinggong Mountain. When he was still a young child, he was begged by his parents who were not very qualified in spiritual practice.

Here comes a direct descendant.

Later, he became a master and apprentice, and because he was young, he was able to visit his master's residence several times. He learned that there was a portrait of a man hanging there, with a poem written on it. This may be because the material of the scroll was too poor and the handwriting was too poor.

It's so long, it's missing a lot of content.

The green shirt smiles outside the white clouds...the wild plum is so thin that it seems like a shadow...

When Jing Hao was a teenager, she once asked an older senior sister about this matter. The senior sister guessed that the general meaning was that someone had gone down the mountain to travel far away, leaving only the beautiful woman living alone in the mountains. She was very haggard and thin.

Jinghao's lineage goes back two generations, and Jinghao's ancestor is actually a wild cultivator who has spread all over the world. He has stood on the top of the mountain for thousands of years, but has never found a suitable place to stay. I heard that he later became the master Fu

We have a deep connection with each other and helped our ancestor to find this Qinggong Mountain. Then he started to establish a sect, accumulated merits at the Confucian Temple, joined the sect, spread its branches, and eventually became the top immortal mansion on Liuxiazhou Mountain. Now it is even more stable.

Taking the top spot.

Qinggong Mountain has been going smoothly for more than three thousand years, so Jinghao has never had the opportunity to go down the mountain to pick up paintings.

Master's monastic place has long been designated as a restricted area by Jing Hao. Except for arranging for a nimble female cultivator to clean there occasionally, even Jing Hao herself has never set foot there.

Chen Zhuoliu sneered and said, "Am I here today to get some relatives? Just so I can kowtow a few times with a useless junior?"

Jing Hao gently shook his sleeves, then knelt on the ground, raised his head and touched the ground lightly three times, "Junior, I will give up Qinggong Mountain to Chen Xianjun."

Jing Hao's master, as well as the patriarch who once ranked among the ten Haoran people in history, are both in the Ascension realm, especially the latter, who was born as a wild cultivator in the Middle-earth Divine Continent and is truly famous all over the world.

This is the true mountain heritage.

When Jinghao took over Qinggong Mountain, it was not bad, and he successfully cultivated into an ascension realm.

However, the current master of Qinggong Mountain, or the previous master of the mountain, is much inferior and will only be an immortal in this life. This person has now received Jinghao's decree and has already retreated to think about the past. Wait until Jinghao returns to Qinggong Mountain this time

, and yet another decree for this unabashed disciple. How dare he throw dirty water on his master, who is not successful enough but is prone to failure?

The direct descendants of this person are not as high as Yu Pu, and their future achievements may not be higher than this person's.

Therefore, the scholar in green shirt in front of me, who neither carries a sword nor carries a sword, said that each generation in Qinggong Mountain is inferior to the previous generation and has no water at all.

As for Jinghao's master, she spent the last thousand years of her monastic life in a pitiable and hopeless way. She was also seriously injured by a grudge on the mountain and had to turn to a side path. As a monastic, she failed to kill the three corpses and refine herself to purity.

In the Yang realm, one can only barely avoid the catastrophe of military defeat. With a single thought, he can leave the netherworld and enter the underworld, and his body and spirit match the ancient immortals. In the end, he cannot survive the impact of the long river of time year after year, and his body disappears between heaven and earth.

She passed down a sword-throwing technique to Qinggong Mountain, which was specially designed for Qi practitioners who were not swordsmen. However, it was stipulated that only one Qinggong Mountain disciple in a generation could learn this sword technique.
To be continued...