No one said a word for a long time.
"These two guys are a nest of snakes and rats, they must not be doing something good..."
Accompanied by a burst of light laughter.
While the shadow of the candle was shaking, a beautiful woman with a cloud on her temples spoke on the seat.
She looks about thirty years old, wearing a black dress, which outlines a plump body curve, as attractive as a ripe peach.
Although she was smiling...but there wasn't much smile on her face.
Instead, it was icy cold.
Although Zhao Xuefeng, the owner of the Chaozhou Chamber of Commerce, is a woman, she has a spirit that is not inferior to that of a man.
Not just one of the few saint powerhouses in the human race.
Moreover, the wrist is clever, and the Chaozhou Chamber of Commerce also has a lot of influence among the Yaozu tribes.
For a long time in the past.
Zhao Xuefeng is not considered the most powerful saint among the human race.
But when it comes to who is the richest and most powerful saint in the human race, then Zhao Xuefeng is definitely one of the popular candidates.
At this moment, Zhao Xuefeng spoke with a smile, mocking in his tone.
The few people around did not object...
Wu Shen and Luo Hu's reputation is not good, and they have cheated other human monks before.
Fortunately, these two guys still have a bottom line in doing things.
That's why he managed to avoid a complete quarrel with other human saints.
Logically speaking.
In the new world, there are only a few saint monks of the human race.
In the face of a powerful enemy, we should have joined forces to fight against the enemy together.
But it's really critical time.
Everyone is playing their own petty things in their hearts, regardless of the safety of the human race.
in the previous hundreds of years.
At the very least, these people seem to be in harmony with each other.
But now, some people are too lazy to even pretend to do it.
It is really…
"well!"
The old Taoist sighed and shook his head, the wrinkles on his brows gathered together to form a big "Chuan".
He is Xuan Yangzi.
The head of the Taoist sect is also the master of the little Taoist nun Jiang Zirou met in the capital.
The strength is tyrannical, and he has the cultivation base of the ninth rank of a saint.
And there is also such a mysterious attack method as the Qinglian vision.
Faintly has the reputation of being the first monk of the human race.
But at this moment, looking at the two empty seats in front of him, the old Taoist Xuan Yangzi still couldn't help feeling helpless in his heart.
"It's all at this time... These people are still thinking about those little things in their hearts..."
That's half the story.
People are not here, and there is no need to talk about it.
He simply looked at the remaining people, and waited until he saw the white-browed old monk sitting on his seat.
Xuan Yangzi finally had a little smile on his face.
"I called everyone here this time, mainly because I have two things to say, one good news and one bad news."
Xuan Yangzi doesn't give a damn either.
Pointing directly at Buddha, he introduced:
"This is the Sanzang master who recently came from the world of origin. He stepped into the realm of saints in the world of origin. It has only been less than half a year now, and he already has the cultivation level of the third rank of saints... I hope to get a glimpse of it in the future." The Avenue of Longevity!"
Xuan Yangzi is very open-minded.
Speaking of this, I couldn't help reaching out and gently brushing the goatee hanging on my chest.
There was a burst of hearty laughter.
"Amitabha...the donor is really overrated."
Buddha stood up, clasped his hands together with a smile on his face, and bowed to the people who did it again.
He said modestly: "I am just a clumsy sparrow. Only after seeing the real Kunpeng did I realize my insignificance and ignorance."
Monks don't tell lies.
These words came from the mouth of Monk Sanzang.
What stands out is a sincere and touching one.
The old saints in the new world around him were not very interested in this old monk.
But I heard this.
He felt a little flustered all over his body... As a saint of the human race, he had heard such things as flattering for countless times, and his ears were about to grow calluses.
But among the saints, no one is willing to obey anyone...
So, the same words, after Master Sanzang uttered from the innermost part.
The taste is completely different. .
"Well, this master is really too polite..."
"Although this sentence is a bit exaggerated, it is also so-so. If you have time in the future, you can communicate more..."
"It's also interesting, not bad!"
Several saints present nodded in agreement.
The originally dull atmosphere of the meeting became lively.
"Fellow Daoists don't need to underestimate themselves..."
Even the old Taoist Xuan Yangzi turned around when he heard Master Sanzang's words, and comforted him with a smile:
"Although you became a saint at an older age, the difficulty of becoming a saint from the origin world and the wild world is not the same."
"Fellow Daoist is a bit too modest..."
I thought about it and I didn't mention you... Master Sanzang was taken aback.
The Kunpeng he was talking about was naturally the eldest princess of the Great Xia Kingdom, Jiang Zirou.
It has nothing to do with everyone present.
Fortunately, although Master Sanzang is honest and simple, he is not stupid.
After all, a glazed Buddha heart is hidden in his heart, and he still knows things like human relationships and sophistication for thousands of years.
He frowned slightly and thought.
Master Sanzang knew that these people had misunderstood, but he did not expose it.
He just put his palms together and said again, "Amitabha..."
With a "bang", he straightened the bronze chair behind him, after the gap between the back of the chair and the table was perfectly parallel.
Master Sanzang revealed a smile at the corner of his mouth.
With a benevolent brow, he lowered his head and did not speak.
The originally dull and serious meeting became a little more lively now.
"Shut up! Shut up!"
Xuan Yangzi, an old Taoist priest in Tsing Yi, coughed twice, interrupting everyone's discussion and focusing everyone's attention on himself.
He looked serious.
Everyone unconsciously sat up straight.
Knowing that Xuan Yangzi would not summon people like himself here for no reason, something big must have happened.
as expected.
As soon as Xuanyangzi said the next words, the faces of the surrounding saints changed drastically.
"The Emperor Luosang of the Canglang Tribe is probably going to break through to the realm of the Great Sage!"
"What!"
"This thing is actually true..."
"How can I do that?"
"Because of our territory, our human race has always been at odds with the wolf tribe, and there have been many conflicts in the past few hundred years..."
Everyone's reaction was not beyond Xuan Yangzi's expectation.
After he got the news just now and confirmed it was true.
That feeling of powerlessness and fear really seemed like the sky was falling.
It was no different from the few people present.
only…
As the saints of the human race, they are the tall men of the entire human race... Once these things happen, they will be the first to go up.
no matter what.
You must also think of a way out for your own people.
Therefore, Xuan Yangzi looked serious, and continued:
"At the beginning, the high-level strength of the human race and the Canglang tribe seemed to be different, and the human race even had a small part of the advantage.
But now, Emperor Lausanne may break through to the realm of the great sage at any time. At that time, the situation will be completely reversed. We can run, but as saints, we can practice with the help of luck and enjoy incense and offerings... but we have to do it for ourselves The disciples are trying to escape..."
"The ferocity of those wolf cubs, I don't need to describe it..."
Xuan Yangzi narrowed his eyes.
One by one, they slid past the saints in front of them.
Shenxingzong, Qianjimen, Wanhualou, Baihe Temple, Chaozhou Chamber of Commerce, Zhuoshan... These are the powerful inheritances that are well-known among the human race in the New World.
Under the rolling trend.
It also seemed so fragile.
"Can we make peace with the Canglang Tribe..." The saint of Wanhualou was a fleshy fat man with a shiny face and wearing a bright red robe.
At this moment, he opened his mouth tremblingly, with waves of flesh all over his body.
"Don't even think about it!"
The sage Zhao Xuefeng of the Chaozhou Chamber of Commerce slammed the table, and the snow on his chest trembled.
The fat man was taken aback.
Then he glared fiercely at Zhao Xuefeng's chest, shrank back to his seat, and said nothing more.
"You summoned us here, you must have your own plans..."
Zhao Xuefeng ignored the disgusting fat man.
He just squinted his eyes and looked at the seat where Xuan Yangzi was.
"well…"
Xuan Yangzi sighed, feeling a great pressure from a heavy burden.
But the words are really like what Zhao Xuefeng said, since he summoned these people, he really has a solution in his heart...
"I don't know if you still remember the origin world of the human race..."
Xuan Yangzi looked around and said in a deep voice:
"The origin world is the birthplace of our human race, and it is also the sanctuary of the human race. The geographical location of that continent is very remote, and it is shrouded in gray fog and high walls... If it is not possible, we can only lead the elites of our respective sects to hide in the origin world bingo."
There is a strong pessimism in his tone:
"At least, at least... leave a spark."
The rest of the saints looked at me and I looked at you, thinking for a while.
But no one raised objections.
"That's a good idea..."
The saint of Shenxingzong is a middle-aged man with a strong figure, wearing a blue cloth robe.
"It's just that I recently heard that several small countries in the world of origin have just been unified... strong dragons do not overwhelm local snakes. If the elite of our sect returns to the world of origin and conflicts with the natives there, what will happen? good?"
"snort!"
The fat man from Wanhualou said disdainfully: "Whether a strong dragon can overwhelm a local snake depends on how strong the raptor crossing the river is."
"We don't have to conflict with the local dynasty there. They are their emperors, and we are our hidden world sect... But as a price, this local dynasty must obey our orders, and also needs to offer sacrifices every year. !"
"if not…"
A stern look flashed in the fat man's eyes, and he said harshly: "We will rebuild a new dynasty!"
There was silence in the hall.
None of the remaining few objected, and no one agreed.
But the attitude is already very clear.
This matter is a tacit consent...
But Monk Sanzang, who was originally the old god, couldn't sit still. He stood up, frowned and reminded:
"The continent of origin is no different than before. Peace is the most important thing..."
"Master, the value of peace is based on strength!"
The fat man from Wanhualou sneered and said, "If you are worried, I will go there myself when the time comes."
In line with the idea of compassion for the monks.
Master Sanzang still has to speak to persuade...
But then I thought about the idiot who is destined to go to the Buddha, but does not want to die... The old monk gave the fat man a sympathetic look.
Sit back again.
"That time is precious. Since everyone is fine, go back earlier and arrange all these messy things."
Xuan Yangzi waved his hand.
The rest of the people didn't stay here for a long time, and left one after another with their own thoughts.
…
Half a day passed in the blink of an eye.
This evening.
It was rare for Jiang Zirou to walk out of her room and came to the large courtyard of the inn.
He pulled out some worn-out wooden stools from the corner and sat down on them.
She bent down slightly, put her elbows on her knees, and gently rested her head on her wrists.
In front of her, the red bonfire was still crackling and burning, against which Jiang Zirou's white and flawless face was flushed.
"That's it..."
A few months passed, and Su Qing gradually became acquainted with Jiang Zirou.
According to her younger brother Su He, this girl in white is an extremely rare master, and it is very likely that she is the existence of the legendary semi-holy realm.
certainly…
For Su He, the powerhouse in the semi-holy realm is already the limit he can imagine.
After all, there are countless human saints in the new world, one radish and one pit, and a master saint who has never been heard of will not easily emerge.
Su Qing doesn't practice martial arts.
I don't know what the Martial Dao Realm mentioned by Su Hekou actually means.
She just felt...
The girl in front of me is beautiful, gentle, and chivalrous.
It reminded her of the hero mentioned by the storyteller in the teahouse.
her presence.
It's like a ray of light in the original gray and monotonous life, adding a different color to my ordinary world.
Although destined to be just a passer-by, it is also unforgettable.
But now, the girl was sitting by the campfire in a daze, her slender brows were furrowed, and she had a sullen expression.
"Did something unpleasant happen to you..."
Su Qing tiptoed behind Jiang Zirou, opened her mouth softly, and handed over a white flour steamed bun.
Su He got some advice from Jiang Zirou.
The strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and the living conditions of the Su siblings have also improved a lot.
For example, this fine white flour without impurities is only sold in a few shops in the inner city.
Ordinary people can't buy it at all.
"Thanks…"
Jiang Zirou reached out to take it.
When I was with Su Qing, I didn't have any burdens, so I bit down half a steamed bun in one bite.
The cheeks bulged like a little hamster, Jiang Zirou chewed.
On the one hand, he said vaguely: "Do you know what kind of gifts should be prepared when going out shopping with girls?"
"What's the relationship between that girl and you... What's your personality like?"
Su Qing also moved a small stool from the house.
Sitting opposite Jiang Zirou across the blazing bonfire.
She also put her elbows on her knees, tilted her head, and asked curiously.
"Well... you can be regarded as one of my elders..."
Jiang Xiaoxiao's figure appeared in Jiang Zirou's mind, and she swallowed the crumbled steamed buns in her mouth.
"In terms of personality... a little obsessive, a little sensitive, but not annoying..."
Jiang Zirou smiled, "Speaking of which, it's obviously my ancestor... Ahem, it's obviously my elder, but it feels like a child."
"Is that so?"
Su Qing smiled, her parents had passed away when she was a child.
Their family should come from other places, and there are no other relatives or friends in this Angu mountain city.
At that time.
She and her younger brother depended on each other for life, and every chaff had to be broken in half to eat.
Fortunately, Su He had a chance when he was a child, and he did not know where he learned some superficial martial arts... Only then did he barely survive.
Now I heard Jiang Zirou talk about these things.
Su Qing just felt yearning and interesting...
"Uh-huh!"
Jiang Zirou nodded, talking about grandma. A little smile was unconsciously drawn on the corner of her mouth, and the long hair hanging behind her was gently shaking in the firelight...
"I always feel that she is lonely and a little autistic... But I can't stay with her all the time, so..."
"Ginger girl..."
Su Qing stood up, her two deer-like clear eyes were shining brightly.
"What do you think of a book? Try giving her a book to read..."