Northern Territory.
Celestial Alliance Virtual Mirror Gathering.
On the side of the long table temporarily constructed with the power of the ethereal world, there are several shadowy figures scattered around.
These people are obviously not real entities, and even their facial features are extremely fake. In fact, they are a temporary online gathering of senior leaders of Tianmeng from all over the world.
Tianmeng is a very loose organization.
The members of the Tianmeng include Half-Saint and Taixu. It aims to unite the strong men of the Northern Territory to resist the opening of the Northern Territory's extra-dimensional space and the invasion of external forces. It will hold gatherings from time to time.
The gathering here was an impromptu meeting. Before everyone could gather, the organizer spoke:
"If the demon saint dies, Xu Xiaoshou will be killed."
One stone stirs up a thousand waves.
This sudden sound made some of the people present at the meeting even more confused, and it was clear that their spiritual thoughts had fluctuated violently.
Some people have their upper body disconnected for a long time and then reconnected later.
It wasn't that he was choked, but that he stood up in excitement.
"Rao Yaoyao, but that Rao? Xu Xiaoshou, but that Xu?"
"Everything is as you think."
"Saint Fall? Are you saying that Rao Yaoyao has been canonized?"
"right."
"really?"
"Replacement guaranteed."
"Hiss! That's scary, Sword Master, but the one who killed her was a young man. Is this another Eight Masters? No, he is even more powerful than the Eight Masters!"
"Haitang'er, you are from the Holy Slave, right? Do you know this Xu Xiaoren?"
"Pfft, Mr. Zhao, this is too obvious. How could Haitang'er answer?"
"I know."
"Oh? Come on, tell me."
"But I think it's time to consider carving up the Puxuan Jiang clan. Now that the Holy Slave has taken action, there is not much stability left for our Tianmeng."
"Uh, you mean... Jiang Buyi?"
"Yes, Xu Xiaoshou was also involved in his death."
"hiss!"
…
The sinful land of the southern region, the gray palace of Xuyue.
This is a small world shrouded in gray mist. The rules and order are different from those of the Holy Spirit Continent. Chaos is everywhere, and it is a very unpopular place.
Here, the world is spectacular and can be called a wonder.
There are sky-reaching grey-white animal horns penetrating from the north, south, west, east and west, meeting in the east of the high sky. Between the four horns, a huge dark "moon" is imprisoned.
This "moon" is not that big. Even if it is a hundred miles up close, it can be said to be very small compared to the entire world.
It is actually an energy core that has been compressed for many years and built by countless generations of Xuyue Gray Palace members. It serves as the lighting function of this lightless world.
Of course, when necessary, it can also be detonated to bury the intruder in this small world.
Xu Yue is the name of this dark "moon", and it is also the belief in the hearts of all Xu Yue Gray Palace members.
It will never be destroyed, the Gray Palace of Xuyue will exist forever, and even the Holy Temple will not dare to invade it.
Under Xuyue, there is the highest mountain peak in the world, Huitian Peak.
There is a splendid palace standing on Huitian Peak. The main frame is made of golden animal bones, which are piled up using splicing techniques. The details restore the pure natural charm of animal bones.
To sum it up in one sentence, I am just too lazy to polish it.
The location of this palace was even more bold. It happened to be embedded in the dragon's head that looked like a big bloody mouth on the top of the peak. It was held in its mouth, and there was an empty cliff below.
original! Wild! Crazy!
These three words are enough to describe this famous Xuyue Gray Palace.
It is worth mentioning that this "dragon head" does not belong to Huitian Peak, it is not a mountain rock, and it is not a miraculous work of nature.
It was the contemporary master of the Gray Palace in Xu Yue who lost control of his drinking at a night banquet, went crazy with alcohol, made bold promises, and killed the real dragon in the Seven Broken Forbidden Dragon Cave overnight.
Before this, Xu Yue Gray Palace was located on Huitian Peak.
After that, Xu Yue Huigong was caught in the dragon's head.
Of course, from then on, there was an additional prohibition in this wild palace: no drinking, any violation will be punished!
- The Lord of the White Stomach Palace personally ordered it and took the lead in implementing it, and never violated the prohibition!
"Hiccup~"
A wine burp, the smell of wine overflowing.
In the main hall, under the true dragon's eyes, which exude a dull dark red light like a night pearl, there is a plump and beautiful woman, lying on the armrest of the dark purple animal bone throne, with a wine bottle in one hand and a hand on her cheek. Her peach cheeks are as red as blood, and her eyes are as bright as water.
He has an extremely hot figure, and when he stretches out on the animal bone throne, the high-cut long skirt cannot hide the beauty that he inadvertently reveals after losing his temper after drinking.
I don't know how many days and nights I drank this wine, and the whole room smelled of alcohol.
At this time, even the hosta, which represented solemnity, was gone, and the slightly curly long purple hair was casually draped on the shoulders, already wet with wine.
"Everyone's not here yet... hiccup?"
On the animal bone throne, the beautiful woman crossed her round legs and placed them high on the armrest on the other side. After finishing her speech, she raised her head and purred a few more times.
The fine wine just overflowed from his red lips, slid across his jade neck, followed his wet hair and merged into the deep valley on his chest.
"Master Baiwei, not yet." A hunchbacked old man beside him lowered his head and looked intently.
Everyone in the world thinks that the Lord of the White Stomach Palace is a male. Only those who have seen his true body know that this man is actually a girl.
There are a lot of things he shouldn't mess with.
For example, he discovered that the children in the palace called him "she" outside, teased him, and said bad things about him.
For example, while drinking or after drinking.
For example, there is no fixed but inevitable irritable time every month.
In addition, the Lord of the White Stomach Palace is very easy to talk to. If you master the rules and serve him well, you will not die.
The hunchbacked old man waited for a moment, and when Palace Master Baiwei was able to react and talk normally, he said loudly and respectfully:
"Only Wu Xia, Chang Heng, and three hundred elders arrived, but the rest didn't come."
"Where are they? They haven't come yet?" The beautiful woman squinted away, with only water in her eyes but no emotion.
"Yes."
At this sound, the main hall became much quieter for a while, and even the few waiting below mentioned it in their minds.
Suddenly, Peng heard a loud noise and saw the Lord of Baiwei Palace smashing the jade pot in his hand. He got up angrily and overturned the jade and eucalyptus table.
Before the purple eucalyptus table spinning in the air hit the ground, the White Stomach Palace Master flew out another streak of snow and kicked it away with his bare feet.
"Peng!"
Jade fragments flew everywhere, and the whole hall was filled with murderous intent.
Palace Master Baiwei shook his body for a moment, then stood upright and turned around, snorting coldly:
"If you can't come, then you won't even bother to come!"
"Old turtle! Report the names, hiccups, and locations of everyone who didn't come one by one. I'll go and kill them right now!"
"You're just a son of a bitch! How dare you despise me?"
The hunchbacked old man, known as Old Turtle, lowered his head and did not dare to raise it at all. He said loudly:
"Master Baiwei Palace, you are so handsome, majestic, and powerful!"
"The entire southern region is praising your great achievements, and they all regard you as the true savior."
"Do you know these great things, Master Baiwei?"
"What, you don't remember... We just talked about the death of Rao Yao Yao Sheng, you can continue."
The Lord of White Stomach Palace staggered twice and fell down on the purple animal bone throne. His cheeks turned red and he laughed:
"Hey, is this really the case?"
"Old turtle, you go write another volume and let the people in Banyueju tell me about your achievements. Just the last battle in Dragon Cave... Hiccup!"
"The last time I went out, I didn't even hear anyone tell me about the glory of my battle in the Dragon's Cave. Damn them, they take money and don't do anything. They deserve to be killed!"
The old turtle nodded his head: "Yes, Rao Yaoyao really deserves to be killed."
Palace Master Baiwei's eyes were a little brighter, as if his soul had returned. He tightened his legs, covered up his high-cut skirt, sat upright, and said solemnly:
"By the way, let's get down to business. Let's ignore the people from the War Faction for now. Have you investigated who did it about the death of Rao Yao Yao Sheng?" He suddenly even spoke coherently.
The old turtle breathed a sigh of relief. The real White Stomach Palace Master was asleep, and the hypocritical White Stomach Palace Master was back. This was great.
"I heard it's Xu Xiaoshou."
"The Saint Slave Shouye who is in the limelight recently?" Palace Master Baiwei asked.
"right."
"Hmph, I don't know if the eight people I know are rebellious. I will go and meet him in person when I have time later. Caramel Sugar said that he can consider it, but it is still a matter of debate whether he can recruit him..." Palace Master Baiwei frowned. He frowned, waved his hand and then said, "Let's put this aside for now. How is Feng Xiaose doing over there?"
"No news."
"He was on Void Island... Xu Xiaoshou was able to kill Rao Yaoyao, so he must have had a great opportunity! From this point of view, he must have met Feng Xiaose. There are only a few top ones on the island... etc. When Feng Xiaose comes back, ask him how he is."
"As long as he can come back." The old turtle dared to start teasing.
"Bullshit!" Palace Master Baiwei's beautiful eyes squinted at the turtle bastard, but he was not angry and instead looked at the person below.
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"Wuxia... Well, I'm sorry. Anyway, Rao Yaoyao is dead. Although this is very satisfying, you can't take revenge yourself."
"But I promise you!"
The master of the White Stomach Palace patted his chest that was about to come out, without any concern for the ripples of the water. His movements were as rough as a burly man, and he said loudly: "If there is any action later, I will definitely take you with me. Red Yi, you can kill as you please, kill him as much as you want." !”
"Okay." Uxia was in a bad mood and silent.
The Lord of White Stomach Palace stopped talking and looked around at the people below, his eyes flashing with danger:
"This group of people should really be cleaned up. After all, I am also the Palace Master on the surface..."
"Feng Xiaose is not here, but not even a single young person is sent as a representative to attend the meeting, haha!"
Palace Master Baiwei's beautiful eyes were filled with murderous intent. Suddenly her chest puffed up and she burped again. Her solemn expression immediately disappeared:
"Hey, old turtle, do you think Xu Xiaoshou is so handsome?"
"By the way, let Ban Yueju pass on my legend again!"
"They are promoting the Eight Masters... Hiccup, you are working so hard to promote me, just like your mother is squeezing a cow, squeezing out a little bit, and if you don't, you won't give me any more. What a son of a bitch!"
"And, and... come here, why are you moving away?"
"Huh?" The old turtle was very frightened, but he had to go.
Sure enough, the Lord of the White Stomach Palace pulled him and suddenly raised his chest and raised his head again, as if something was flowing upstream in his abdomen.
"vomit!"
Spit all over him!
…
Western Region.
Deep mountains, old forests, ancient temples.
The little novice monk, who was no more than eleven or twelve years old, grabbed a long wooden stick and ran into the temple.
After looking around and finding no one, he bowed to the Buddha statue, twisted his butt and ran out again. He stretched his long stick and flew to the top of the temple.
"Abbott! Abbot! They said that the saint Rao Yaoyao died. Who is Rao Yaoyao? Is he a pilgrim?"
The little novice monk looked worriedly at Abbot Youxi on the eaves, who had a belly as big as eating a stone lion in front of the temple. He was always afraid that if he took a few more steps, he would step on the roof tiles and fall to his death.
Abbot Youxi is obviously so fat. Didn't he even notice it
Why do you always like to stay in such high and dangerous places
The young novice did not dare to ask.
He had asked other uncles this question before, but he always got hit on the head and their brains collapsed. It hurt so much!
Abbot Youxi, who has an open belly, a white beard and good eyes, and the flesh on his cheeks that always makes him look cheerful, stroked the little novice's head with his big hand and said kindly:
"I know, Xiaobubei."
"But you can't come up. If the masters from the Discipline Hall see you, they will punish you by carrying water for three days. Do you understand?"
"No injury, no fear, no sorrow, now I can carry heavy water for ten days in a row!" The little novice monk sneered at the small muscles on his forearm.
"Monks don't lie."
"Abbot Youxi! I didn't lie!"
"Oh, are you really that powerful? If the abbot doesn't believe it, why don't you pick one and show it to the abbot?"
"Humph! Just go!" The little novice monk wrinkled his nose and almost jumped down. He quickly realized that the certificate would take up to ten days. He pouted and said angrily: "Abbot Youxi is not cheating." , Bubei doesn’t like you anymore!”
"Haha..." The abbot just rubbed his head, watching the sunset and the dusk.
"Abbot, Abbot, what are you standing here looking at every day?" The little novice monk was confused.
"Watch the sunset."
"The sunset is certainly beautiful, but Si, Si... what's so interesting about the same things?" The little novice monk put his hands on his hips in an old-fashioned way, as if he were being lectured by an elder.
The abbot smiled and said warmly: "I watch the sunset with my heart, and the sunset looks at him for me. My heart is different every day, and the sunset is different every day, and he changes in thousands of ways. If he chooses to look back, the sunset will take him home for me."
"Abbot Youxi, who is 'him'?" The little novice scratched his head in confusion. This is what an adult would say. He couldn't understand it at all. He only understood that there was a "him".
"You have a grudge against Uncle Master."
"Ah! It's Senior Brother Bule's master! I know him. Isn't he suppressing the big devil outside?"
"Yes, he is suppressing a very, very big demon. He should have gone home long ago."
Abbot Youxi was full of flesh and blood, and the smile was gone from his smiling face. Reflecting the sunset, his eyes full of vicissitudes of life added a bit of sadness at sunset, "He should have gone home a long time ago..."
"Do you have any complaints about Uncle Master not being able to go home? He can come back anytime when he is tired!" The little novice monk tilted his head and quickly made a fist. "I can suppress the big devil for him. I have become more powerful!"
Abbot Youxi touched his forehead and watched the sun setting over the western mountains. It was getting late, and he just smiled and said nothing.
The little novice scratched his head again, but soon thought of the original topic, and asked worriedly:
"Abbott Big Belly, they said that the death of Rao Yao Yao Sheng would have any impact. Will it affect us? The book says that we are far away from the outside."
"Will do."
"What exactly will the impact be?"
Abbot Youxi did not respond, but squatted down.
The little novice was even more worried and looked at the trembling tiles behind him, but they never died.
"Look." The pot-bellied abbot squatted, hugging the little novice monk, pointing to the faded sky in the distance, and said, "What will happen after sunset?"
"What will happen?" The little novice monk was puzzled.
"After sunset, the sky changes."
"Huh? Turning black? Is it that simple? Then I know how to ask this question. Abbot Fat Belly, please ask it again!"
"Okay, okay, let me ask you, after sunset, when will the sun rise?"
"Uh...that's not what I'm talking about!"
"Then you can answer my more complicated question."
"Uh, let me think about it... the answer is, tomorrow?"
"tomorrow?"
"Yes, tomorrow!"
"Hahaha, what a great tomorrow, that's a good answer. Then let me ask you again, how should we spend time from dark to dawn?"
"sleep?"
"That's great. What are you afraid of? Why don't you go to sleep?"
"Oh, sleep... If you sleep, everything will get better? Will Uncle Master come back if you have any complaints?"
"Yes..." The evening breeze blew through Abbot Youxi's long white beard, and he suddenly looked much older.
He looked at the black sky in the distance, smiled and stroked his beard and said:
"Life is like a dream. When you wake up, tomorrow's changes will always come."