Chapter 1340 Their respective origins (500 months in July
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As soon as the green-robed man finished speaking, thousands of miles high in the sky, above the clouds, there was suddenly the sound of a piano.
The sound of the piano is repeated thousands of times, euphemistically lingering, just like a charming and charming woman dancing in the wind in mid-air, with three thousand love threads spread out, teasing the listener's heartstrings.
After hearing this, everyone on the cliff had different expressions.
Some people seemed to have known about it for a long time, while others were slightly stunned. Obviously the nine geniuses had different powers of consciousness, but they might also have deliberately hidden their strength.
But no matter what, now the sound of the piano is coming from high in the sky, and everyone knows that the last genius has arrived.
"Love moves, two people are unforgettable, spring breeze intoxicates, the beauty comes." Yu Dongyang squinted his eyes and shook his head, as if he was deeply intoxicated by the music of the piano, and he couldn't help himself.
"Can lewd thieves also be arty?" Yang Jianying on the side mocked.
"Brother Yang, you don't understand! The so-called 'prostitute' is actually the world's misunderstanding of me. I just fall in love with every woman I meet, and I am sincere to every woman and have never forced myself on anyone."
Yu Dongyang said with a serious face.
"brazen!"
Yang Jianying's eyes were filled with contempt.
While the two were talking, a cloud fell from the sky in mid-air. There was a Luan chariot above the clouds, and a woman in a black dress sat in the Luan chariot.
This woman's skin is already fair, and against the backdrop of the black gauze, she looks even more icy-skinned.
Looking at her appearance and figure, she has a slender waist, as thin as a trace, timid and shy, and charming. Although she is sitting still in the car, she gives people a charming feeling.
At this moment, her hands were plucking the strings of the piano, and the sound of the piano was flowing, making thousands of twists and turns, making everyone below unconsciously intoxicated by it.
"snort!"
At this moment, a cold snort suddenly came from the cliff.
I saw the female cultivator in white, with a cold and arrogant face, as if she couldn't stand the woman in black in the sky. She took off the guqin behind her with her backhand, put it on her lap, and started playing it gently.
A different kind of piano sound shot straight into the sky from the cliff.
The sound of the piano is clear and crisp, like pearls and jade, melodious and melodious, like the clear dew in the morning, and like the proud plum blossoms in the snow, completely different from the lingering and sad sounds in the air.
Everyone first listened to the piano music of the woman in black, as if they were facing a glass of mellow wine and got drunk before drinking it. Then they listened to the piano music of the female cultivator in white at the back, and it was like being enlightened, and they instantly recovered from the overwhelming music before.
Come.
The two women competed with each other on the piano. Two completely different piano sounds surrounded the cliff and refused to give way to each other. For a while, no one could tell which one was superior.
"Hmph! Who do I think you are? It turns out to be the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Mountain! Why, you can't break the 'Heavenly Jealousy'? Do you want to come here to find an opportunity?" The female cultivator in white glanced at the woman in the sky with a very expression on her face.
Cool.
"Haha, since Yu Linglong from Yuzhu Mountain can come, then why can't I come?"
In the carriage, the woman in the black dress showed no signs of weakness. She glanced at the people below and smiled sweetly and charmingly.
"Witch! Apart from showing off your beauty, what else can you do?" Yu Linglong seemed to be quite resentful of her, and did not give her any face in front of the eight people who were also the proud ones.
After hearing this, the woman in the black skirt smiled instead of being angry, and said sweetly: "My good sister, I know you hate Ji Xiaoran for liking me, but you have to understand that it is your wishful husband who is stalking me. I
But I’ve never given him a good look! Why don’t you tell him and ask him to stop pestering me?”
Everyone was slightly startled after hearing this. They didn't expect that the woman in black dress was so direct, and actually pointed out such a thing in public.
"Witch, you are talking nonsense!"
Yu Linglong was so angry that she turned green and red, and the murderous intent in her eyes was undisguised.
"Donor, please hold back your anger. The appointment to discuss Taoism is coming soon. Even if there are any grievances and grudges, we will resolve them on our own after things are settled here. The young monk will not interfere at that time!"
The yellow-robed monk's voice sounded again. Although his tone was soft, it also contained a threat.
Yu Linglong's expression changed several times. Thinking of the purpose of her trip, she finally suppressed her anger, snorted coldly, and stopped playing the guqin.
The sound of her piano stopped, and the sound of the female cultivator in black in mid-air also stopped.
The Luan Chai descended from a high altitude. The female cultivator in black cast a spell, collected the Luan Chai magic weapon, moved lightly with lotus steps, and landed on the last futon.
"Okay, now the top ten geniuses have gathered, just waiting for the ghost-hand scholar to show up." Yu Dongyang chuckled.
As soon as he finished speaking, the man in green robe not far away also smiled and said: "There are still a few days before the appointment with Ghost Hand Scholar. Li has a suggestion. Why don't we introduce each other's origins and at least know each other's names?
, maybe the ghost-hand scholar has something that we need to complete together, and we can have a better understanding when the time comes."
After hearing what the man in green robe said, everyone had different expressions. Some people nodded slightly, while others were noncommittal and didn't seem to agree very much.
Seeing the different expressions of everyone, the man in green robe coughed and continued: "Well, since I raised this matter, I should also set an example and let a certain family come first."
He cleared his throat and continued: "I am Li Changshou, a disciple of Qingmuya in Wuzhuang Mountain. He has been trapped by 'Heavenly Jealousy' for more than a hundred years. This time I received the letter from the ghost-hand scholar and immediately worked non-stop.
I rushed here, hoping to break this catastrophe together with all my colleagues."
With Li Changshou's introduction, people quickly responded, and the second one to introduce herself was Yang Jianying.
"My Excellency Yang Jianying, a monk from Baiyu City, has met all of you fellow Taoists."
After Yang Jianying, Yu Dongyang also laughed and said: "Yu Dongyang! Casual cultivators don't have much ability. If there is an opportunity that needs to be fought for this time, you can just ignore me."
Of course no one believed what he said.
However, after these three people introduced themselves, the remaining seven people were embarrassed to remain silent.
"Amitabha, young monk Fang Ruhui, disciple of Luotian Mountain, I have met all of you Taoist friends." The monk in yellow clothes clasped his hands together and bowed to everyone.
"Haha, I've heard of Fang Ruhui, the 'Martial Arts Chi', for a long time. When I saw him today, he was truly extraordinary!"
Among the crowd, Lin Fan laughed and looked very respectful to Fang Ruhui.
"Since everyone has said it, I won't hide it. I am Lin Fan, a monk from the Lin family in Yongye City. I am here this time to crack the law of 'Heavenly Jealousy'. I hope that everyone can work together and work together."
Your wish comes true!”
As soon as he finished speaking, a sinister voice next to him laughed and said: "So your name is Lin Fan! Hehe, after I meet the ghost-hand scholar, I can play with you."
The one who spoke was the shirtless man with tiger stripes. This man seemed to be very vindictive. Just because of Lin Fan's words, he had already thought of killing someone to vent his anger.
"Huh, do you think I'm afraid of you? Lin will do whatever you want, but I haven't seen the ghost-hand scholar yet. I hope you can respect yourself." Lin Fan snorted coldly. For this aggressive tiger-striped man, his
There was also a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.
The two of them were facing each other, refusing to give in to each other, but the people next to them didn't care. Fang Ruhui frowned and said sternly: "Stop making noise, tell me where you came from!"
The tiger-striped man seemed to be a little afraid of Fang Ruhui, and the fierce light in his eyes was reserved. He thought for a while and said: "There is nothing to say about a certain family. You just need to know that my name is 'Xuan Hui'!"
"Xuan Hui."
Liang Yan narrowed his eyes. He practiced "Eight Parts of Evolution" and his five senses were different from ordinary people. At this time, he actually felt a trace of evil spirit in Xuan Hui's body.
"It's strange. He obviously has a demonic aura, but this person doesn't look like a demon. Could it be that he has practiced some strange technique?"
Liang Yan was confused, but he couldn't confirm it now. After thinking for a moment, he took the initiative and said: "My name is Liang Yan. I am a monk from Wushuang City. I have met all of you fellow Taoists."
He did not choose to conceal his real name, because someone here knew him, and even if he used the pseudonym "Liang Zhidao", he would still be found out.
As soon as these words came out, Yang Jianying immediately frowned and said with some meaning: "Fellow Taoists, this discussion on Suixu Mountain may require our sincere cooperation. Please don't use false names, otherwise you will be
If people find out, I'm afraid they will be isolated by everyone."
After hearing this, Liang Yan secretly smiled in his heart. He knew that there was something in Yang Jianying's words, and he was talking about him.
Because when he was in Wanshou City, he didn't know the existence of Yu Linglong and wanted to conceal his real name at that time, so he told Yang Jianying that his name was "Liang Zhidao".
But now he said his name was "Liang Yan", which must have aroused Yang Jianying's suspicion.
In response, Liang Yan smiled helplessly and simply chose to remain silent and not say more.
He didn't speak, but he didn't let anyone go. He only heard a clear female voice coming from beside him, and said with a sarcastic smile: "Does the majestic Palace Master of Bihai Palace also like to hide his head and show his tail?"
It was Yu Linglong who spoke. She glanced at Liang Yan and found that the other party didn't answer her words at all. She suddenly felt a little bored and said lightly: "I am Yu Linglong from Yuzhu Mountain. I have been practicing music since I was a child. Unlike some people.
The demonic witch can only make fun of herself, but she doesn't know the origin of the five tones, so she only adds to the jokes."
There was something in Yu Linglong's words, and she was naturally talking about the female cultivator in black who was the last one to arrive here.
Unexpectedly, the female cultivator was not angry at all after hearing this. Instead, she smiled softly, with two dimples showing on her cheeks, making her look very charming.
"Sister Yu is so cute. You are cultivating the Five Sounds Avenue, but you are trapped by love. This is tantamount to self-imposed cocoon. If your master, the layman Löchen, finds out about it in the future, I'm afraid he will give you a good spanking.
OK."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone's expressions became strange.
Especially Yu Linglong, whose frosty pretty face has turned red.
You must know that at this moment, the people sitting on the ten futons on the cliff are all extremely talented people who are trapped in the peak of Tongxuan. Anyone who goes out will be enough to shock the world.
But the female cultivator in black said something shocking. She actually said humiliating words like "spanking" in front of these advanced people. No matter how good Yu Linglong was in cultivating Qi, she couldn't help it at this time.
Already.
"Witch, you humiliate me so much, I want you to know how powerful you are!"
Yu Linglong gave a sharp shout and pinched the magic formula in her hand. The guqin behind her rose into the sky, and nine rays of light of different colors shot out from the strings and went straight towards the female cultivator in black.
Although it was just a casual blow, each of the nine rays of rays of light contained mysterious magic power. Even a monk who had overcome three difficulties in the realm of tribulation might not be able to take it by force.
However, when the female cultivator in black saw this, the smile on her face did not diminish. She was still sitting on the futon and seemed to have no intention of taking action.
Boom!
Following a loud noise, a huge palm print flew out of the air, blocking the female cultivator in black and scattering all the nine rays of rays of light.
"Fang Ruhui, you!"
Yu Linglong's eyebrows stood up, extremely angry, and she stood up from the futon with a "Teng!"
"Why did you stop me from taking action? Didn't you see her humiliating me? Why do you all have to go against me?"
Facing Yu Linglong's question, Fang Ruhui's expression remained unchanged, he clasped his hands together and said calmly: "The monk said before that I have no control over the grudges between you, but before meeting the ghost-hand scholar, no one is allowed to fight among themselves.
After things here are over, you can do whatever you want."
After hearing Fang Ruhui's words, Yu Linglong's face turned livid, she looked at the female cultivator in black across from her with hatred, and finally sat down reluctantly.
Fang Ruhui nodded slightly, then turned and looked at the woman in black.
"You are Hu Chenyu, the holy son of Tianmo Mountain, right? I have long admired your name. It is said that you are an unparalleled genius from Tianmo Mountain. In just a hundred years, you have mastered Tianmo Mountain's secret art "Nine Nether Hell Demonic Scriptures" to the seventh level.
, I really admire you very much in my heart. But you just deliberately angered the Jade Donor, please don’t do it again, otherwise I will also take action against you."
After hearing the same threat, the woman in black looked noncommittal and just smiled softly and said: "The great monk is really knowledgeable. Since you have already introduced me, the little lady will say no more."
After that, I really just sat cross-legged on the futon and meditated, looking at my nose and heart, looking like I didn't want to talk to others.
Nine of the top ten geniuses have already introduced their origins, and the remaining one is the tall, thin and feminine man.
"Ahem!"
Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, the feminine man coughed and said softly: "Luo Qing, casual cultivator."
"Luo Qing?"
Most people present have never heard of this name, but Yu Dongyang is similar to him. They are both casual cultivators. Everyone is not surprised. As long as they can come to the appointment, they must be the ones mentioned in the ghost-hand scholar's letter.
Among the top ten geniuses mentioned, no one will look down upon anyone.
"We are all here, and the agreed date is not far away. Now we are just waiting for the ghost-hand scholar to show up." Fang Ruhui said calmly.
"Who is this scholar with ghostly hands? Do you want us to sit here and wait?" Xuan Hui frowned, looking a little dissatisfied.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the futons under everyone began to vibrate at the same time. Then with a flash of light, these seemingly ordinary futons actually flew into the air.
Supporting characters in this chapter:
Fang Ruhui is from Book Friends: I’m a Pigskin Bully.
Xuan Hui comes from Book Friends: Pastor and Funeral Master.
Hu Chenyu comes from: Shuyou Mingyu.
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