Zheng Shaoyou couldn't help but feel less hostile towards Yu Wen Zhouyuan. Being able to give away such a treasure to others at will is a state of mind that only a few people can have. Zheng Shaoyou believes that with this portrait, even if he can't truly capture the mood of the passage of time,
But it can still be understood more or less.
It's just that the only thing Zheng Shaoyou struggled with was how to choose. After all, the perception of his current choice was quite different from the time passage in this portrait, so it couldn't help but be somewhat contradictory.
After a long time, Zheng Shaoyou suddenly paused, looked up at Yuwen Zhouyuan, smiled bitterly again and said: "Brother Yuwen, I admit defeat! Don't always let me have other obsessions! Alas, Zheng doesn't want this portrait anymore.
This jade slip is also given to you. It records a magical power of the True Lord Stage."
Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed with strange light, and he took a careful look at Zheng Shaoyou. The portrait he gave to this person had a hidden meaning, but this person responded immediately. He gave up the opportunity to understand the artistic conception of the passage of time, and
He always maintained his original path to the mortal world. Yuwen Zhouyuan had not seen many people like this in his life.
Yuwen Zhouyuan nodded with a smile and said, "In that case, it would be disrespectful for me to do so." As he said that, he picked up the jade slip and put it aside calmly with his spiritual consciousness.
Zheng Shaoyou glanced at the portrait reluctantly, gritted his teeth and forced himself not to look at it, but said with a slightly gloomy face: "Brother Yuwen, have you noticed anything weird about the heavy fog in recent days?"
Yuwen Zhouyuan pondered for a while, looked at the wine bottle in his hand and said slowly: "This fog is obviously not caused by the power of heaven..."
Zheng Shaoyou's eyes flashed and he said: "Yes, there is a murderous aura in this heavy fog. Now the entire Daxiong territory is covered by this thick fog, and the murderous aura is already strong."
Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression remained as usual, as if these things had nothing to do with him, and he just listened quietly.
Zheng Shaoyou looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan and continued: "Several seniors from the Monk Alliance have come forward to investigate, and finally discovered the single teleportation crack of the monks from the Haze Country who had been banned and hidden at an altitude of thousands of miles!"
"Monk from the Smog Country?" This was the first time Yuwen Zhou Yuan Shang heard this term.
Zheng Shaoyou took a deep breath and said: "This Fog Country is also a cultivation country at the same level as Daxiong Country, but its border is in the extreme west, where it is covered by thick fog all year round. The magical powers and spells they practice are also
It is often related to dense fog. Therefore, whenever a smog country invades other cultivating countries, it will first activate this single teleportation array to shroud the other country's border in thick fog, and then launch a large-scale attack."
After Zheng Shaoyuan finished speaking, he waved his right hand back and opened the door of the shop. A thick fog was caught in his hand from a distance. The fog expanded and contracted in his hand and soon formed a ball shape.
"Brother Yuwen, please see, this ball made of fog is full of murderous aura. When the murderous aura turns red in the thick fog, they will start to attack Daxiong Kingdom." Zheng Shaoyou said in a low voice.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was silent and didn't speak. Dongfang Hancui, who was standing next to him, saw that Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't say a word, so he didn't say anything obediently.
"Brother Yuwen, Zheng is here today to invite you to join on behalf of the Monk Alliance. With your cultivation level, once you join, it will definitely give the Alliance a lot of help!" Zheng Shaoyou said sincerely.
Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at this person and said slowly: "I am just a true master-level monk. There should be many people with higher cultivation levels than me in Daxiong. It seems that I am not the only one."
Zheng Shaoyou smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Brother Yuwen, don't belittle yourself. With your current level, it will only last a few years. Once you advance to the True Lord stage, for the monks' alliance, there will be another True Lord monk. This is what I am here to invite."
The point!”
Yuwen Zhouyuan pondered for a while and suddenly said: "Monks from the Haze Country, why do you want to go to war with the Monk Alliance?"
Zheng Shaoyou looked at the fog in his hand, and after a moment of silence he said with a wry smile: "The Haze Country is one of the few big cultivation countries that is extremely short of supplies. In order to develop better and gain greater benefits, this war was naturally launched.
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Yuwen Zhouyuan chuckled, picked up the wine bottle, took a sip and said calmly: "Fellow Daoist Zheng, please forgive me for not sending it away."
Zheng Shaoyou's face suddenly darkened, he looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan and said: "If Brother Yuwen joins our monks' alliance, you can propose anything as long as it is within Zheng's authority. Brother Yuwen, won't you stop thinking about it?"
Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his head and said nothing, but looked at Zheng Shaoyou intently.
After a long time, Zheng Shaoyou slowly frowned and said, "Brother Yuwen, what do you mean by looking at Zheng like that?"
Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a normal expression: "Does Brother Zheng treat me as a three-year-old child? Why did this smog country warrior choose this place instead of invading other cultivation countries? Since Brother Zheng doesn't want to explain, I don't want to continue asking."
After Zheng Shaoyou was silent for a moment, he laughed and said: "Brother Yuwen, don't be offended. The reason for this matter is too involved, so Zheng naturally doesn't want to say it easily." After that, he stopped talking.
Obviously Zheng Shaoyou is waiting for Yuwen Zhouyuan's reply. If Yuwen Zhouyuan agrees, then he will tell the reason.
Yuwen Zhouyuan really has no interest in participating in the invasion of monks from the Smog Country. After all, the two cultivating countries are at war. If he participates in the war, he may die here if he is not careful. Moreover, he is not related to the Daxiong Monk Alliance.
, once an unfavorable war occurs, it is very likely that he will be regarded as an abandoned son.
After a long time, Yuwen Zhouyuan said calmly: "I need to consider this matter for a while. I will give you a reply to fellow Daoist Zheng before the monks from the Haze Country invade."
Zheng Shaoyou originally didn't think that Yu Wen Zhouyuan would agree immediately, but at this time Yu Wen Zhouyuan didn't even make a request. In his opinion, he was afraid that the other party would not agree to this matter.
Thinking of this, Zheng Shaoyou took a deep breath, stood up, clasped his fists, and said, "In that case, I'll wait for Brother Yuwen's reply." As he said that, he took out a jade slip from his storage bag and put it aside, and then said, "If Brother Wang has it,
Reply, please use this jade slip to convey the message."
After speaking, Zheng Shaoyou clasped his fists again, turned around and left.
The fog outside is getting thicker.
After Zheng Shaoyou left the street, four figures in green, red, blue and purple suddenly appeared beside him. These four people followed Zheng Shaoyou, and all their consciousness swept towards the inn where Yuwen Zhouyuan was staying.
The man in red said in a cold tone: "Friend Dao Zheng, the Order of the Monk Alliance is to get rid of all suspicious people from the country. Why didn't you do it just now?"
Zheng Shaoyou did not turn around and sneered: "With the cultivation of the four of you, even if you add me, can you really get rid of this person? If he wants to escape, who can stop him?"
"Not necessarily! Although the four of us only have the cultivation of the late True Master, if the formation is triggered, unless he reaches the True Master, he will definitely die." Another man in blue next to him said in a calm tone.
Zheng Shaoyou sneered and tossed his sleeves and said: "I'm going to go with you. I won't accompany you. This person can have the portrait of the three elders of Qingshui Sect, especially Uncle Leng Yan. The artistic conception of the passage of time of Uncle Leng Yan is sealed in the painting. I can't help you."
I don’t want to die.”
The four of them were silent for a while, looked at each other, then turned around and walked towards the inn where Yuwen Zhouyuan was staying without saying a word.
The smile on Zheng Shaoyou's face became even colder. He stopped and turned around to look back. He wanted to see how these four arrogant guys could beat a strong man who was about to become a real king.
The four people, green, red, blue and purple, quickly moved towards the inn where Yuwen Zhouyuan was staying, and their murderous expressions immediately became intense.
Yuwen Zhouyuan sat in the room, looked at Dongfang Hancui across from him, and sighed softly: "Oh, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. I don't kill people, but someone wants to kill me!"
The four people in blue, red, blue and purple had obviously made a decision and turned into four red streams of light and rushed towards the room where Yuwen Zhouyuan was.
The moment Yuwen Zhouyuan was attacked by the four people, his eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light that he had not seen for a long time. This kind of look would only appear when Yuwen Zhouyuan had murderous intentions.
Every time it appears, it means someone is going to die.
Just as Dongfang Hancui was about to stand up, Yuwen Zhouyuan patted her shoulder and shook his head to signal her not to move. Then he took a sip from the wine bottle in his left hand and stood up. He stepped forward and his body suddenly appeared.
Outside the inn.
At this time, the four people of green, red, blue and purple were approaching, and Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed with coldness. At this moment, he suddenly transformed from an old mortal in his twilight years into a murderous star that had not appeared for a long time.
At this moment, the surrounding fog seemed to be getting thicker, and the murderous intent contained in the four people was as different as the difference between a fire and the sun compared to Yu Wen Yuan at this moment.
The moment the four people, green, red, blue and purple, were surrounded, each of them held a strange spell in their hands, and at the same time, four low shouts came from their mouths.
Immediately afterwards, four sword lights of green, red, blue and purple flashed from their hands, intertwining into a sword net to surround Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Yuwen Zhouyuan took a big sip of wine and moved his right hand a little in the air. Suddenly, the ruthless mood of time that he had experienced recently spread out under his finger, and the sword energy quickly stagnated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Under this stagnation, Yuwen Zhouyuan's body immediately turned into nothingness, dissipating from the sword net in a strange posture, and reappeared behind one of the purple-clothed figures.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's right hand pressed on the purple-clothed man's head at a speed that seemed very slow, but was actually lightning fast. However, with a "click", the man spewed out a mouthful of blood and died.
At the same time, his Nascent Soul quickly rushed out of his body, and was about to flee into the distance with a hint of fear.
Without even looking at it, Yuwen Zhouyuan let out a silent roar in an instant. In the midst of the roar, a big hand appeared in the air and took the fleeing Nascent Soul into his hand in the blink of an eye.
The surrounding haze seemed to have spirituality at this moment, dispersing within a hundred feet around Yuwen Zhouyuan, as if it did not dare to easily offend the murderous star that had not appeared for a long time.
The remaining three people, green, red and blue, were immediately horrified. Without saying anything, they patted their storage bags and took out their strongest magic weapons.
One of them was holding a precious umbrella. When he saw Yu Wen Zhouyuan turning around slightly, his eyes were cold and murderous, making him feel the coldness for the first time in a monk's body.
The person holding the umbrella almost subconsciously bit the tip of his tongue and squirted out a mouthful of blood, which landed on the umbrella. Suddenly, the umbrella opened with a "swish".
Lines of golden light were like vivid golden snakes, roaring ferociously towards Yuwen Zhouyuan, as if they wanted to devour him alive.