The city next to the Jiuquan Sect was crowded and bustling. It was a bit more lively than the capital city of the Yunwen Dynasty. Most of them were monks from the lower fifth realm who had not fully refined their bodies. In addition to those who sold and drank wine, almost all of them were
People from other places come here to do the wine business or travel here. The large and small restaurants are very similar to the Jianqi Great Wall in the early years. When you get money, you look for wine. When you wake up, you sit in front of the cup, and when you are drunk, you sleep under the table.
The background of a sect in the wild world can be seen at a glance, just by how many "people" there are. However, the Jiuquan Sect itself has little strength. Overtly and covertly, it is far inferior to the Immortal Hairpin City. There are only two monks in the upper fifth realm in the sect, and one of them thinks about it every day.
There is the immortal old sect leader who is unwilling to succeed the sect leader even if he kills himself, the Jade Pu Realm Patriarch of the Law, and the rest of the sects, regardless of whether they are male or female, are almost all drunkards who are proficient in brewing and like to drink. They are really, for the rest of their lives.
Soaked in a wine vat.
Qi Tingji, who was here as a guest, was accustomed to having a slow drink, but Lu Zhi drank a large bowl of wine, and his face turned red after drinking.
Previously, Qi Tingji specially selected two Jiuquan Sect wines that A Liang said were ration wines, one pot per person for Lu Zhi, they were cheap and good quality.
Every time A Liang secretly traveled to the wilderness, he would come to the Jiuquan Sect and hang out for a few days before returning. He would not return until he was drunk.
Lu Zhi stretched out his thumb and wiped the corner of his mouth, "In all the years I have been on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, I have never been particularly happy or sad."
Someone has said that when it comes to drinking, you have to either be very angry and lustful and get drunk, or be very happy and sad together. Only then can you drink the real taste of wine, and make people feel sad and connected with heaven and earth.
Qi Tingji smiled and said: "So it's a big pity that you have never really been drunk. I look forward to seeing Lu Zhi in a drunken state in Longquan Sword Sect in the future. It's okay to curse God and earth, but it's even better to cry in tears."
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Lu Zhi shook his head, not thinking that he would be so drunk. He glanced at Qi Tingji and said, "You seem to be really willing to settle down in the world."
There has always been no shortage of handsome men and beautiful women in the Sword Qi Great Wall Sword Cultivator, and this old swordsman in front of me must be one of them.
Qi Tingji gave the answer: "In my opinion, a vast world is like a human body, with a strong heart and soul. Although the limbs are sick, there are no serious problems, and every recovery is a kind of strength. So it is suitable to open there.
Establish a sect and spread its branches. Besides, we will have sects in the future, such as Wilderness World and Colorful World, each of which will build one. Whether it is running a family or expanding a sect, it is completely different from being a single person practicing cultivation. "
When Lu Zhi heard these serious things, he became annoyed, so he picked up the wine bowl again, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Lu Zhi suddenly turned his head, Qi Tingji frowned slightly, the day and night had just passed by in a flash, the yin and yang were staggered, and the world was in great horror.
It's not that a great monk in the Fourteenth Realm can't create such a vision. Looking at the general direction, it seems that it is deliberately aimed at the Gui Xu Taoji?
Lu Zhi soon became indifferent and was too lazy to think about it. Among the group of people, there were both the wily Qi Tingji and the impeccable young hidden official, so it was her turn to waste her brains?
At a table elsewhere in the wine shop, a demon monk's eyes lit up, he raised his buttocks, moved his eyes downwards, looked at the beautiful scenery below the waist of the woman, and took a few hard glances, "This woman looks weird, but she is.
She has a pair of long legs! After covering her face..."
My friend at the same table immediately answered: "It's a lot of trouble to cover your face, let the girls lie there with their butts sticking out."
Lu Zhi patted her thigh and said without turning her head, "Come and touch her."
There were boos all over the wine shop, and they slapped the table hard in honor of the demon monk who was the first to start the conversation.
The wine shop owner was not surprised by this. After drinking wine, whoever is not a swordsman will become a new king.
The demon monk laughed and said, "Seriously? Did you ask for this yourself?"
Qi Tingji smiled and said nothing.
This was something that even A Liang didn't dare to do.
Qi Tingji poured himself a bowl of wine. The jug had reached the bottom. After drinking the bowl, it was time to go to the Wuding River. I didn't know what Chen Ping'an was asking for there.
The demon monk had just stood up, and the long-legged woman was just drinking, but the entire wine shop was instantly filled with sword lights and a bright scene.
The monk stood up, cut his body from head to toe like a knife, and cut his body into three parts on the spot.
The rest of the drinking monks either had their heads wiped by a ray of light, or their heads were cut off, or they were chopped off at the waist.
Except for the owner of the wine shop who was still safe and sound, his legs were weak and he had to press his elbows against the counter to prevent himself from collapsing to the ground in case there was a slight disturbance. The female sword fairy mistakenly thought it was a provocation. As for the other dozens of people who came here to drink.
The demon monks were all dead in an instant.
Accidental injury? Wrongful killing?
This is not the wine table at Jianqi Great Wall.
Lu Zhi glanced at the two empty wine bottles on the table and said, "Check out."
The shopkeeper of the wine shop was just an old monk in the Longmen Realm. His mouth was dry and he was speechless.
Lu Zhi took out a Xiaoshu coin and put it on the table.
Drinking and defaulting on debts is too harmful to one's character. Lu Zhi cannot do such a thing.
When Qi Tingji stood up, he took out a Grain Rain coin and said to the shopkeeper: "Go and tell the Jiuquan Sect that I will help pay off the wine debt A Liang owes here."
Lu Zhi smiled and said, "Wouldn't it be embarrassing if this little money is not enough to repay the debt?"
Qi Tingji said: "If there is more, we will not retreat and if there is less, we will not make up for it."
Then the two sword cultivators rushed to the next mountain city, which was located on the top of a mountain beside the Wuding River in the Yiluo River. At the foot of the mountain, there was a temple with almost no incense. Even the mountain god temple did not dare to be built in a place with a wide view.
From the top of the mountain, it can be seen that the status difference between the gods of mountains and rivers within the jurisdiction of Yiluohe River.
As soon as the two people appeared, they saw a strange picture. The high water hung high, reflecting the green mountains and rivers. The water network in the sky was crisscrossed, just like a towering tree collapsed, with hundreds of branches crawling on the ground.
Every "branches" of various colors that leave the river bed and spread out in the air are dragged down the tributaries of the river.
Qi Tingji lifted his sword into the air and looked into the distance. He followed the main river and saw that Fei Fei, the great demon of the old throne, did not show her true body.
With her magical powers, she created a statue that seemed to be as tall as the Lotus Crown Taoist. Fei Fei's feet were standing on two buildings of the Dragohe River Mansion that were quite far apart. She stepped through the ridges of the two roofs.
, the ruins at your feet, the bright yellow and green glazed tiles were broken into pieces.
Fei Fei's knees were slightly bent at this time, she stretched out her hand to grab the hanging trailing river, and leaned back.
She has the appearance of a young woman, a pair of scarlet eyes, and the robe she wears is called "Water Vein". The thousands of warp and latitude threads are all rivers refined by her, both in the wild world and in Tongye.
A tonic from the other side of the continent. A wrist as white as gelatin is tied with a bunch of golden bracelets, which are refined with dozens of natal orbs belonging to the dragon family. Circles of green ripples are rippling, like rings of divine treasures.
.On her feet was a pair of embroidered shoes, with two huge Li beads on the toes. At this moment, the Li beads were frantically competing with the Taoist Dharma for the water transport, stably dragging it down the river.
In the wild world, the battle for certain avenues is extremely cruel. The small fish eats the shrimps, and the big fish eats the small fish again, eating them all. The monks who are at the top of the avenue, it is best to have a mountain climbing avenue behind them, and there is no half.
Travelers, at most, are some non-threatening existences halfway up the mountain, and then they only gather in dense groups at the foot of the mountain. When they are hungry, they go down the mountain, and when they are full, they refine it into their own great destiny.
In the past, Yang Zhi and Fei Fei shared 80% of the water transport in the wilderness, but as a result, neither of them could join forces and reach the Fourteenth Realm, and both sides were stagnant at the peak of the Ascension Realm for thousands of years.
The suspended rivers were torn apart by both sides and collapsed on the spot. Heavy rains poured down, causing floods everywhere on the land.
But every piece of water that fell to the ground and the water transport had been divided up by both sides, and poured into the Taoist's sleeves and robes and the toes of Fei Fei's shoes.
Lu Zhi came to Qi Tingji and said: "Compared with this, the fight between us sword cultivators is indeed not good enough."
Qi Tingji joked: "Why does it look like something from the countryside?"
Are you fighting for water in the fields?"
Lu Zhi nodded and said: "No wonder our Lord Yin Guan is so good at it. He dares to return to his old career."
Concubine Fei said angrily: "Chen Pingan, do I have a grudge against you? Do you insist on coming to Yiluohe to cause trouble?!"
If it were Wenjian who was a Great Wall sword cultivator with sword energy, even if it was an old swordsman like Dong Sangen, even if the sword was sharp, the water transport of the Yiluo River would eventually be damaged, and even if more than a hundred rivers were disrupted by the sword energy.
Chop it up, but after all, sword cultivators can't take the water transport. At most, Fei Fei will waste hundreds of years in Taoism and delay her breaking out of the realm. At worst, Fei Fei will go elsewhere to seize water transport and demolish the east wall to repair the west wall. As long as
If Tuo Yueshan didn't stop her, she would always be able to make up for her losses. She never thought that when she met this young hidden official who seemed to be born with a love for the road, she would actually start a dispute with her about the road, which was equal to that of the old aunt Yang Zhi.
Fei Fei Dharma Prime Minister grasped the surging Yiluo River tightly, pulled it back hard, gritted his teeth and said: "If you have the ability, go to Tuoyue Mountain to make a splash!"
Firstly, Feifei Dao belongs to water, and besides, she is still a great demon of the old throne. Her eyesight must be much better than that of Xuanpu who is half-assed in the ascension realm. There is no doubt that the true form of the ten thousand-foot-long dharma image in front of her is that of the last hidden official Chen Ping'an.
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As for how Chen Ping'an became a great monk in the Fourteenth Realm, Fei Fei was not interested in getting to the bottom of it. She just cursed Tuoyue Mountain in her heart for allowing this guy to go deep into the wilderness.
Next to Qi Tingji and Lu Zhi, there was a purple lotus flower hovering next to them. The spiritual energy gradually dissipated, and it seemed to be just enough to sustain a stick of incense. During this period, they helped the two sword cultivators isolate the secrets of heaven.
It must be Lu Chen's handiwork.
Ning Yao stood on the bank of the Wuding River where there was no water in the river bed. There was also a lotus slowly rotating around her.
After participating in the meeting at the Chinese Confucian Temple, Chen Ping'an actually said that now that he has returned to his hometown, he will not care about anything. He can't care about anything anyway, so he just takes good care of his own practice.
The result is good, it’s still hard work, it’s really a hard life.
The Taoist's ten-thousand-foot-long dharma image, together with Fei Fei, gathered the hundreds of rivers in the Luohe River into the main river channel, stretching it into a long suspended river that is tens of thousands of miles long.
The Taoist began to stride forward, his hands constantly wrapping the main path of the trailing river like a rope around his arms, strangling countless water-born spirits among them.
A Taoist priest in green with an ethereal figure and a blurry face stood on the shoulder of the Lotus Crown Taoist Master Faxiang. He held the tail of a whisk named "Flaxon" in his hand. He waved the whisk and pointed towards the Luo River Mansion in the distance.
To be continued...