Hearing Jun Niansheng's voice, the silver-haired man sitting cross-legged on the strange rock opened his eyes. At that moment, Jun Niansheng only felt that a starry sky opened in front of him.
Through the man's dark eyes, Jun Niansheng saw the trajectory of countless stars in the sky, and even saw countless worlds arising and dying in the darkness.
"You're back." The middle-aged man blinked his eyes indifferently, and all the stars and the world in his pupils disappeared immediately.
"Disciple bows to the Master."
Jun Niansheng kowtowed respectfully.
This person is Jun Niansheng’s master. The strongest person in the three realms of Dao, Demon, and Evil, Yu Xuan!
Yu Xuan is thirty-seven today, but he has already reached the peak of Tianchong Realm. He is only half a step away from crossing that boundary and entering a more mysterious realm.
"Come on."
Yu Xuan's voice was like gurgling water, implying a certain rhythm. His eyes were looking at Jun Niansheng without any expression or fluctuation, as if he was looking into nothingness.
"Did you get the treasure from the ancient battlefield?"
Yu Xuan's voice contained some insight, as if he had already seen through all the mysteries.
Jun Niansheng lowered his head with a sarcastic look on his face:
"No."
The sound is so small that only you can hear it.
As soon as Jun Niansheng's voice fell, the whole Taisu Mountain shook, and a loud voice said in an unquestionable tone:
"Nian Sheng, come into the palace!"
Jun Niansheng did not stand up immediately, but took a look. In front of him, there was a master with the name of master and apprentice, but no actual master and apprentice.
Yu Xuan didn't seem to hear the sound from the top of the mountain, but said in a self-narrating voice:
"You claim to be Taoist Duobao in front of your fellow disciples. In the world, as long as you meet, there is no treasure that you can't get. What? Now, is there anything that you can't get?"
Jun Niansheng murmured: "Master, please stop making fun of me."
Hearing this, Yu Xuan finally looked at him squarely and shook his head:
"Your character is too casual. Your natural luck is not only not the driving force for your progress, but also a hindrance in your martial arts. With your character, if the master hadn't appointed you, I would have you become my disciple. Plus
Your nature is not bad, and I will never agree to accept you as a disciple. If I were asked to truly accept a disciple, I would rather accept Feng Taicang from the Shimo Sect. However, since the sects are different, this can only be a delusion!"
Yu Xuan's body swayed, floating like a leaf, and then stood up, with a silver long sword hanging on his waist:
"The leader is staying up there, go ahead!"
Yu Xuan's silver hair floated up, and when he stepped forward, he disappeared into the ancient trees like a wisp of white clouds.
"Alas!" Jun Niansheng sighed. If there is anything dissatisfying about this proud man of heaven, it is that his master actually favors a demon disciple but does not want to see him.
This is not the first time Jun Niansheng has heard the name Feng Taicang. Sometimes, Jun Niansheng feels a little envious of Feng Taicang.
The number one master of the Taisu sect, my own master, actually wanted to accept a man who was riddled with bad luck as his apprentice. As my apprentice, I really failed!
Jun Niansheng still clearly remembers the last words his master said when he mentioned Feng Taicang: Unfortunately, he joined the wrong sect!
If Feng Taicang knew that the number one person in the sect had such an evaluation of him, he would be proud.
After coming down from the mountain, Jun Niansheng and Feng Taicang walked together and cooperated with him many times. It may not be that he really has a free and easy temper. There is also a reason for this because of his master Yu Xuan.
After Yu Xuan left, Jun Niansheng walked all the way to Taisu Mountain.
"Senior brother! Senior brother Jun is back!"
In a huge black and white Tai Chi-shaped square, people were coming and going. At the end of the square, a female disciple suddenly saw Jun Niansheng. She immediately opened her eyes wide, slapped her big black and white eyes twice, and screamed excitedly.
stand up.
"Senior brother is back? Where is he? Where is he?"
Taisu Ping, which was originally orderly and chaotic, immediately became boiling. One after another figures surrounded them:
"Senior brother, it's really you!"
"Senior brother, what happened to you this time? Tell us."
"Senior brother, I still need a dagger. Do you have one? Can you give me the handle?"
…
Everyone surrounded Jun Niansheng and talked a lot. The "Duobao boy" Jun Niansheng was undoubtedly the most popular person sent by Taisu. Every time he came back, he was like a long-lost relative who came from afar and was warmly welcomed by everyone.
scene.
"Haha, Junior Sister Liu, I haven't seen you for a few months, and you look pretty again."
"Eighth Junior Brother, you have reached the realm, but your internal strength is still not quite there. I have pills here, you can take them and swallow them."
"Yao'er, you little guy. Where was the high-grade elixir I gave you last time? Did you treat it like candy? Forget it, senior brother found something more interesting for you this time."
"Third Senior Brother, you said you wanted a long sword last time, and I found one for you. I found it in a cave, and there seems to be a formula on it. You can take it and use it."
…
With a smile on his face, Jun Niansheng scattered treasures as he moved forward. Every time at this time, he didn't feel annoyed, but enjoyed it and liked this kind of happy feeling.
Passing through Taisuping, you enter Taishi Hall among Taichu, Taiyuan, Taisu and Taishi.
In the solemn and magnificent hall, there are towering columns. At the end of the hall, there is a dragon-shaped shrine, with three wooden sculptures enshrined on it. Each of the three wooden sculptures is 16 feet tall, and they are all wearing feathers, star crowns, and look majestic.
, Xianfeng Daogu.
In the main hall, fireworks are curling up and the fragrance of saliva is bursting.
"Disciple Jun Niansheng, I have met three ancestors!"
Jun Niansheng straightened his clothes, then lifted the hem, and knelt down respectfully in front of the god.
The three statues were originally dead objects, but as soon as Jun Niansheng's voice sounded, they immediately burst into life and quickly became green.
"Watch us reply."
In the center, the statue with its face painted red moved a little and said in a deep voice.
"Yes, Patriarch."
Jun Niansheng straightened up, his expression still respectful.
"We have calculated that the 'evil god's egg' in the ancient battlefield is destined to be with you. How could you not get it? Tell us all your experiences during this trip!"
The statue on the left has an opening. These statues now look like living people rather than sculptures.
"Yes, Patriarch."
Jun Niansheng recounted the experiences of the "Ancient Battlefield" team one by one in detail.
"You mean, you were hit by the Ming Sect's 'One-Armed Pluto Three Kowtows'. You were also besieged by others, so you didn't get it?"
Another sculpture with a golden face asked.
"Yes. At that time, Prince Pluto and Yang Hong, the Wuhou of the Zhou Dynasty, followed me and launched a violent attack. Prince Pluto sent Black and White Wuchang to snatch the eggs of the evil god. Then a series of changes took place."
Jun Niansheng said, still showing some anger when he mentioned "Prince Pluto".
"No, there were people present at the time. Think again."
The sculpture path in the center.
Jun Niansheng shook his head: "I only remember these people... By the way, it seems that when we were snatching the evil god's egg, there was another person. I didn't see his face clearly, but I remember feeling a demonic aura!"
In the ancient battlefield, Fang Yun extracted the evil spirit of a demon king from the golden map and disguised himself. Now, it worked. Jun Niansheng was fooled.
"Demon spirit..." The three-headed sculpture remained silent, and the hall quickly became silent, leaving only three powerful waves of consciousness communicating in the void.
"Is that the vicious beast?"
"Impossible. If it wants to hide, Jun Niansheng can't find it at all. And with his realm, the evil god's egg has little effect on it. It shouldn't be able to rob it."
"Jun Niansheng was born with great luck. To be able to snatch things from his hands, this person's luck must be able to control him!"
"Impossible. Jun Niansheng's luck is extremely powerful. It is basically impossible for anyone to be stronger than him!"
…
Thoughts passed through the void one after another. This thought was so powerful that it shattered the stars, but it was controlled within a small space and did not spread out.
"By the way, Patriarch, I remember that I seemed to see a golden light flying out of the evil god's egg at the end!"
Jun Niansheng said suddenly.
"Golden light?"
The three sculptures glanced at Jun Niansheng, and then returned to calm. Even their eyes were closed, leaving only a strange fluctuation. Countless ancient runes were floating among the three statues.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After a moment, the tips of the right index fingers of the three sculptures all exploded with a "bang bang" and turned into sawdust and scattered.
"Grandmaster!" Jun Niansheng shouted in a low voice.
"No need to make a fuss - just go out first."
The sculpture in the center is indifferent.
"Yes, Patriarch."
Jun Niansheng was relieved, thinking about it, what could happen with the cultivation of the three ancestors.
After bowing, Jun Niansheng withdrew.
After Jun Niansheng came out, the three waves of consciousness communicated in the void again.
"Innate numeracy skills cannot be calculated. And it has been counterattacked. This matter has never happened before. What is the background of this person!!"
"Don't make such judgments yet. Innate numerology can be traced back to the origin from objects and people. We first deduce the origin of the object, and then the origin of the holder. We are only innate numerology. It is not necessarily possible to infer the origin of the golden light.
, that’s who he is.”
"Yes, with our cultivation level, even those hidden old monsters can't break a finger of ours. I'm afraid that the origin of that golden light is too great. Our cultivation level is not qualified enough to make calculations."
The hall fell into silence. The three of them all understood where they came from. This kind of thing that makes them unqualified to deduce their origins is probably extremely terrifying.
"Check it out. Everyone who enters that space must be checked out. This person must be found!..."
A hollow sound resounded in the hall.
A breeze blew up, and the wood chips that exploded in the void gathered together again under the influence of an invisible force, turning into three wooden fingers, which were connected to the fingertips of the three sculptures. Then, they remained motionless.
…
Three days later, Fang Yun received news: "Di Yi"'s name disappeared from the "Celestial Phenomenon List"!