As soon as Chu Huayu left, some immortals came to Fangxin Tower. Some of them could tell at a glance that they were from the same sect. They were all pure and handsome, dressed in plain white, with swords on their waists and crane gray embroidery on their sleeves. Rune, a silver belt with a white jade pendant, and tassels hanging down, making it even more elegant. The leader of the Immortal Lord is slightly older and has an outstanding appearance. He looks the calmest, with his black hair neatly combed on his head. The bun is set in an exquisite white jade crown, with two strands of green silk hanging from the temples, and the long hair is like ink scattered on the white clothes. The face is like white jade, the phoenix eyes are like stars, and the white clothes shine in the sky, floating like an immortal. This The person is the Fuguang Immortal of the Fanyin Hall—Bai Wuchen.
The Huashen Tomb was born with strange phenomena, and hundreds of immortal families would go to check it out, including the Fanyin Hall. Zhou Huaiyu, the master of the Fanyin Hall, initially asked others to come to check it out, and it was not Bai Wuchen. Although Zhou Huaiyu was not Bai Wuchen Chen's biological father was actually his uncle and master, and he regarded Bai Wuchen as his own. In the first two years after Chu Huayu died, Bai Wuchen went to the Flower God Tomb almost every month. Every time the grass-loving man comes back, he brings a few Manzhu Shahua flowers, protects them with spiritual power and hides them in his arms. After he comes back, he plants them in the small nursery in his backyard. Sometimes he looks there and talks to himself, "The flowers and leaves are not there." "Meet each other." Or he kept apologizing. He was completely different from his usual cold self. Bai Wuchen was decadent and depressed for two years. It wasn't until his biological father, Master Kongsang, took him to the Xueji Mountain that he gradually recovered. Sober, he never went to the Flower God Tomb again. Therefore, the head of the Zhou clan was worried that Bai Wuchen would be moved by the scene and miss the people after seeing the things he saw when he returned to his old place. He was afraid that he would be depressed again and refused to let him go to the Flower God Tomb again, and Bai Wuchen Wuchen insisted on going, but Sect Master Zhou did not allow it. Bai Wuchen did not say anything and just knelt at the door of the palace. Finally, Zhou Huaiyu had no choice but to let Bai Wuchen go. Bai Wuchen's three disciples volunteered to go together. Zhou Huaiyu I felt a lot more relieved.
Each of Bai Wuchen's three disciples is more handsome than the others. The eldest disciple is called Song Zifang, who was brought up by Bai Wuchen. He is most like Bai Wuchen, but he is more gentle and humble, and the most self-denial and calm. 2. Disciple Xiao Qinghui is a child from an ordinary family with a predestined relationship. He is knowledgeable about world affairs and well-versed in human relations. He is usually Bai Wuchen's mouthpiece. The third disciple Shen Qingchuan, the most trouble-making child, is said to be a The little beggar who stole things was picked up by Bai Wuchen. The day he first came to Fanyin Hall, he made the dining hall miserable. He always liked to run out and fight with other children. No one could control him. And whether he was attending lectures or eating, he was always talking endlessly, but Shen Qingchuan insisted on worshiping Bai Wuchen as his teacher. At first, everyone thought that Bai Wuchen would never accept him as his disciple, but Bai Wuchen did not. He agreed for the first time, but fortunately, Shen Qingchuan became much more obedient under Bai Wuchen's guidance.
Later, everyone was talking privately.
"Huh? Do you think this child looks a bit like that person?"
"Who does it look like?"
"Does it look like the old Xiao Huayu?"
"It's a bit similar, it's a bit similar!"
Indeed, Shen Qingchuan's temperament is most similar to that of Chu Huayu in the past. Although he is naughty, he is also lively and cute. Although he has gone through ups and downs, he still has a sincere heart.
A long time ago, the place called Flower God Tomb was not called Flower God Tomb, but Fanchen Que. It was the place where the remnant soul of the demon god was sealed, and most of the disciples of Fanchen Que were descendants of the innate gods. Later, when the demon god was in trouble, Fanchen Que After the destruction, this place turned into a sea of flowers, which seemed to be the place where the Flower God died, so people called it the Tomb of the Flower God.
At this time, the Flower God Tomb is already a sea of flowers, vying for beauty like drunken clouds. The Kunlun Mountains in the distance are still covered with white snow, and the flowers look infinitely gentle and lovely. The charming sea of flowers, reflected in the blue sky, is beautiful. .The sleeves stained with dust and smoke are dancing in the sea of flowers, which is both bright and sad...
Hundreds of immortal families didn't find anything strange, so they went back one after another, while Bai Wuchen stayed in the Huashen Tomb, either in a daze, or looking for something. It took a full month before he was persuaded by his disciples to return. Sanskrit Hall.
"Master, isn't there food in the inn? Why do you come to the restaurant to eat again?" Shen Qingchuan, the young man behind Bai Wuchen, was a little tired, yawned and said listlessly.
"You can go back and rest, I can do it myself."
But Sect Leader Zhou had ordered to follow Bai Wuchen, so Xiao Qinghui next to him winked at Shen Qingchuan and another disciple Song Zifang, and said quickly: "Oh, it must be because the food here is delicious! Master wants to take us to try it. Once you taste it, you think so! Zifang."
"Ah, yes, yes, it must be like this!" Shen Qingchuan immediately agreed.
Song Zifang: "Since Master wants to go, let's go."
Bai Wuchen nodded and said no more. He had never been here before. When he saw the spirit butterfly, he thought of an old friend and walked into this restaurant unconsciously.
"Senior Immortals, please come in!" The waiter at the shop asked them to sit down.
Bai Wuchen looked serious: "Where is the owner of this spiritual butterfly?"
"Lingdie?" The waiter at the shop was stunned at first, then he touched his head and suddenly realized that Bai Wuchen was talking about the magician. He was also surprised that this cultivator was actually interested in folk magic. "Oh, you want to see magic. , Oh, Taoist Priest, what a coincidence, the juggler has just left, so you can’t see it today, but we have a full range of meat and vegetables here, why don’t you order first, and come early tomorrow, I guarantee you can see it. ."
Several disciples were shocked when they heard this. They did not expect that the usually serious and rigid Fuguang Immortal Lord would be interested in these little tricks.
"No need." Bai Wuchen said, signaling to the disciples around him to order. "Use your ability and don't waste it."
"Yes, Master." The three young men were all fifteen or sixteen years old, and they were growing taller. They ordered a table full of dishes and wolfed down the food, which made Bai Wuchen helplessly shake his head.
At this time, several immortals at the table next to them drank too much and started frothing at the mouth. They were talking about old things. Looking at their dark red clothes and black crowns on their heads, you could tell that they were People from the Xuanming Spiritual Realm.
"Hey, isn't this our Fuguang Immortal, Taoist Master Wuchen? You have also come to Huashen Tomb. Are you here to find your old friend?" One of them had a mean face and had no good intentions. He looked at Bai Wuchen and said.
Bai Wuchen said nothing, lowered his head and continued eating.
But the man refused: "Hey, Bai, I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?"
"Who are you talking about? Who do you think you are? Our master wants to talk to you? Keep your mouth clean, are you ashamed?" Shen Qingchuan was so angry that their master had never been treated like this before. Said.
"Qingchuan, I don't speak when I eat, and I don't speak when I sleep." After Bai Wuchen said that, he lowered his head and started eating again.
The man was no longer angry, so he continued: "My lord, why are you, a junior, interrupting? Do you have any education? Bai Wuchen is like an immortal, but he didn't expect that the disciples he taught would be so virtuous?"
Song Zifang and Xiao Qinghui couldn't bear it anymore.
Shen Qingchuan: "Can you take a pee and take a look at yourself? What status do you have, are you worthy of speaking to our Immortal Fuguang?"
Xiao Qinghui: "I haven't asked you your name yet. Do you have a title? Oh, look at my memory. I said you look so unfamiliar. I have never seen you around my master in so many years. You are the one who can deal with my master."
But they are all outstanding people, so you must be an unknown person!"
"You!" The man became so angry that he took the cup in his hand and threw it at Xiao Qinghui.
Bai Wuchen waved his sleeves to protect Xiao Qinghui, put the cup on the table, put down a silver coin at the same time, and said: "Go back to the inn."
But the man refused to give up and shouted: "Leaving in such a hurry, I really touched on your pain point, I guess I am right, you just came to find your old friend, it is a pity, even if you are deeply in love
, then Chu Huayu is also a heartless and short-lived ghost! You will have to meet him on the road to hell."
Bai Wuchen stopped, his dark eyes shot out a cold light that made people shudder. He slowly turned around and walked towards the person: "Pei Mingzhen, I gave you a chance."
"What are you going to do?" The man instinctively backed away when he saw this.
Then Bai Wuchen kicked him to the ground. Pei Mingzhen held his stomach and vomited a mouthful of blood on the ground, crying in pain. Upon seeing this, several other disciples of the Xuanming Spiritual Realm drew their swords and rushed towards Bai Wuchen and Shen Qingchuan.
Several people stepped forward to fight with him.
"Don't fight in the shop, go outside!" Song Zifang shouted. But the monks in red robes pretended not to hear, and they smashed the table and threw the bowl when they saw it.
"Oh, don't fight, don't fight, be careful with my vase!" Du Ruo shouted anxiously.
After hearing this, Song Zifang flew over to stabilize the shaky vase, and then went to fight with others.
"Be careful with my fine glass lamp!" Song Zifang fought with others while protecting the glass lamp and handed it to Du Ruo.
Bai Wuchen leaned over and lifted the collar from the back of Pei Mingzhen's neck, and then pressed him heavily to the ground. Pei Mingzhen faced the ground, and blood immediately flowed from his mouth and nose.
"Ahem... Bah... Okay... You Bai Wuchen, just wait. When I inform the head of this matter, our Xuanming Spiritual Realm will not let you go to the Sanskrit Hall."
"What happened today has nothing to do with the Fanyin Hall. It was all done by a certain Bai." Bai Wuchen felt that the blood was too dirty, so he directly twisted off Pei Mingzhen's arm, and Pei Mingzhen passed out from the pain.
Seeing that all the guests were scared away, Du Ruo was worried at the side: "Oh, don't fight, don't fight, what should I do?"
"Ms. Du, don't be anxious first." Chu He also rushed over. After comforting Du Ruo, he shouted: "I have rebelled against you. You really think that our Fangxin Building is easy to bully, right? I tell you, no one is allowed to leave.
You have to pay as much as you damage our things!" After saying that, he used spiritual energy to form a thread and tied those people up.
But Chu Huayu turned his head and took a closer look at the scene and took a breath of cold air. He thought to himself: Oh my god, we are really enemies of each other. How could this be? How come they are two gangs from Fanyin Palace and Xuanming Spiritual Realm. Let’s just forget about it.
It happened to be in Fangxin Building.
What a coincidence, it was at this moment that I met the eyes of the tied up and frowning Bai Wuchen.