There was a sudden silence in Yihe Palace for a while.
Xie Buchen, this name is known to everyone. He is a genius who has built his foundation in Kunwu in ten days. Moreover, he became the strongest person in the foundation-building period of the Nineteen Continents only three days after building his foundation. He is completely more than just a "genius" to describe him.
Zhilinsou had ranked him among the favorites to win the one-man stage championship, but he was unable to attend this small meeting.
I remember that when Xie Buchen did not appear, many people felt sorry for him.
However, the monks who attended the meeting later came up with all kinds of unique tricks, each with his own genius. Among them, the most eye-catching one was Yashan Jianchou who defeated all the heroes. As a result, many people forgot about this absent genius and paid less attention to him.
How strong is Zhou Chengjiang
They have already learned something in the small meeting.
Xie Buchen, who had only been building his foundation for three days, was able to defeat Zhou Chengjiang and become the number one on the second level of the monument.
They don't think Zhou Chengjiang is too weak—
The only explanation is that Kunwu is too talented.
It turns out that this person was unable to attend the meeting because he encountered an accident in the hidden world
However, this accident happened to be caused by Qu Zhengfeng, a disciple of Fudaoshanren...
As everyone thought about it, they suddenly smelled something unusual.
Kunwu Cliff Mountain is the most respected mountain in the Central Region, so if we want to send a few people to explore the hidden world, it is naturally not a big problem.
Someone has already made a decision, but...
Xiao Jin, who was still holding a watermelon in his hand, didn't care at all that this was the Kunwu Yihe Palace. He just opened his eyes and blinked, looking at Zhenren Hengxu and Fudao Shanren standing there.
"Uh... I, I..."
He stuttered as soon as he opened his mouth, and seemed to be a little afraid of the power of the two giants standing above him.
Everyone's eyes immediately shifted over and fell on him.
Master Hengxu showed a slightly interested expression and seemed quite kind. He asked, "Little friend Jin, what can I do for you?"
"Well, my family is waiting for me to come back, so I may not be able to go to the hidden world..."
After saying this, Xiao Jin's face suddenly showed a rare dejected expression, and he was not very willing.
It's obviously a huge pity that I can't hang out with everyone.
Then Jiang Wenchao stepped out and bowed, saying, "Master, I have not been back to the Spiritual Pavilion for thirty years. Now I just want to travel around the world from Kunwu and then go back to the Spiritual Pavilion. I am afraid that I cannot go to the hidden world of Qingfeng Temple with you fellow Taoists this time."
The so-called "hidden world" is a small world opened up by a powerful cultivator who is at least at the eighth level of "bounded".
Some cultivators will cut off the connection between this world and themselves before ascending, leaving the hidden world to future generations as a blessing; some cultivators will take the hidden world away and enter the legendary realm of true immortals.
Of course, more cultivators can comprehend the rules of heaven and earth and reach the realm of "boundaries", but they cannot cross the Tongtian realm. Even if they cross the Tongtian realm, they cannot successfully ascend.
Therefore, the hidden world of this kind of cultivators will also be lost and become a corner of the universe.
No one knows the origin of Qingfeng Temple's hidden world yet.
However, any "hidden world" often contains various treasures, and there are countless opportunities when entering. But now Xiao Jin and Jiang Wenchao say they can't go, which is actually a pity.
Xiao Jin has no sect or school, and Jiang Wenchao has not returned to his master's sect for thirty years. There are reasons for this.
But it’s hard to say whether it’s true or not.
Master Hengxu did not force it, his expression remained unchanged, and he only said: "In this case, there are only four people left in the small meeting. Together with Buchen and Lu Xiangleng of Baiyue Valley, there are exactly six people."
He looked at Jianchou and the other four people, but saw that no one objected, so he knew that these four people were right.
"Now that the meeting has ended, I believe that everyone has gained some insights during the meeting. Every test set by Brother Fudao has a deep meaning. No matter where you go, thinking more will definitely be of great benefit. In the next few days, please stay well in Kunwu and prepare to travel soon. There are opportunities everywhere in the hidden world, and this is also a rare opportunity."
"yes."
Everyone nodded in acceptance.
Jianchou lowered his head, but his heart was still unsettled.
There wasn't much to say. After Master Hengxu finished explaining everything, he ordered Wu Duan to lead them out.
Fudao Shanren glanced at Jianchou's figure from afar and remained in the hall to discuss the sect conference that would be held soon. It was time for the law enforcement elders to be rotated once every three hundred years.
Holding the chicken drumstick in his hand, he couldn't help but ask, "Who do you think that Xiao Jin is?"
Master Hengxu frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "He has a simple mind and can only use one punch from beginning to end, but he is extremely powerful. He must be a descendant of a noble family in the Southern Region."
That's possible.
Fudaoshanren nodded and said nothing more.
Outside Yihe Palace.
Wu Duan led Jianchou and others and had already walked out one after another, but for a moment they just looked at each other in silence.
Most of these people were strangers to each other before, but got to know each other through a small meeting. As the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting. Suddenly, two people said that they would not go, which made people feel uncomfortable.
Jianchou looked at Jiang Wenchao and then at Xiaojin.
Xiao Jin touched his head and seemed a little distressed.
He glanced at everyone, then rummaged around in his arms and pulled out a big watermelon. He walked directly to Jianchou and handed the watermelon to her: "Senior Sister Jianchou, since we've known each other for a while, I'll give you a watermelon. It's so sweet!"
"… "
Jianchou was slightly startled. Looking at the huge watermelon in front of him, he remembered that he had always been eating it since he met him, and he couldn't help but smile.
She stretched out her hand and caught the watermelon.
only…
So heavy!
When Jianjianchou answered the phone, Xiaojin became excited and simply gave each of them a watermelon.
Jiang Wenchao and Zuo Liu were good friends with Xiao Jin, so they thanked him and accepted the gifts. Although Ruhua Gongzi looked disgusted, he did not refuse in the end.
only…
When Xiao Jin walked up to Xiahou She with a watermelon in his arms, the atmosphere changed subtly.
He was wearing a dark red robe, the color of which looked like blood. He did not stand with the others, but stood alone in a corner, and seemed unwilling to get close to ordinary people.
The bloodstain between his eyebrows seemed to have deepened a little.
When Xiao Jin walked over, his emotionless eyes suddenly turned, the red color deep in his pupils brightened slightly, and his gaze fell on Xiao Jin.
"One watermelon per person. Here, it's for you."
As if not aware of the danger at all, Xiao Jin held the watermelon and handed it out.
At this moment, everyone else was speechless.
In their eyes, including Jianchou's, Xiao Jin, who was wearing a short fur coat and had a sunny and innocent face, standing in front of Xiahou She was just like some ignorant little animal standing in front of a fierce tiger or hungry wolf, and might be bitten to death at the next moment.
Even Zuo Liu felt sympathy for Xiao Jin: This guy from the Demon Sealing Sword Sect doesn't look like a good person. Just give us as many watermelons as you can, why bother with that
Jianchou also looked over.
Because of several encounters in the small meeting, she had some understanding of Xiahou She's strength, but there was another problem that bothered her more. However, she had been concentrating on practicing in the past few days and had not come out, so she had no chance to ask.
Now Xiao Jin "asked for trouble" by handing the watermelon to Xiahou She, which immediately aroused her interest.
In front of me is the big watermelon with green skin, which looks very bright.
Xiahou She lowered his eyes and glanced at the watermelon, his face expressionless. He just frowned slightly, as if he didn't want to pay any attention to Xiao Jin.
Just by looking up, he saw the mysterious expressions of several people around him, and Jianchou was also looking at him thoughtfully.
However, after he looked over, Jianchou smiled back and said, "It's fate that we met."
Someone has handed the watermelon to me, it would be embarrassing not to accept it, right
That's what I mean.
I don’t know what he was thinking in his heart, but Xiahou She finally took the watermelon with both hands. There was a dark look in his eyes and a look of impatience on his face.
But Xiao Jin didn't mind at all. After the watermelon was given away, he jumped three feet high!
"Hahaha, oh my god, my watermelon was given away!"
"… "
Everyone was speechless.
Jianchou had an urge to hold his forehead with his hands, thinking that this was a furry kid from some unknown family who had run away.
"Central Region is such a great place, there are good people everywhere! I'm so happy!"
A cry of ecstasy came out of his mouth.
Xiao Jin was jumping and skipping, and accidentally jumped in front of Wu Duan. Seeing that he had nothing in his hands, he simply took out a watermelon and said, "Everyone who sees it gets a share. I'll give you one too."
Wu Duan was caught off guard. He held a watermelon in his arms and was a little dazed.
At this time, Xiahou She's face had become a little dark, but Xiao Jin was not the kind of person who could care about so many people. He was about to leave, so he gave everyone a parting gift.
In front is a long flight of steps and a mountain path leading to the foot of Kunwu Mountain.
Xiao Jin just smiled widely at everyone, his eight white teeth shining brightly in the sun: "I'm going home now, you're welcome to come to my house and play in the future!"
After saying that, he leaped directly and jumped down the stairs in one nimble step. Like a nimble monkey, he jumped up and down the stairs of Kunwu.
His happy voice could be heard along the way.
“They are all very good people…”
Green mountains are in the background and dusk is about to fall.
Xiao Jin's figure, wearing a short fur coat, also quickly disappeared.
Jianchou looked at them from afar, weighed the watermelon in his hand, and couldn't help laughing.
Jiang Wenchao also smiled, as if he felt that there were not many people with such simple minds.
Seeing that it was getting dark, he put away the watermelon and just bowed to everyone: "It's a small meeting, and it's destined to meet. I hope we can meet again in the future."
"See you later."
Everyone also bowed.
Jiang Wenchao turned around, his maple leaf red robe fluttering in the wind, and in the blink of an eye he was already flying into the air, transforming into a ray of light and disappearing into the distance.
Soon, the maple red light disappeared into the brilliant sunset of Kunwu and disappeared without a trace.
Only Jianchou, Wu Duan and five others were left standing there, and the place suddenly seemed a little deserted.
There is always a slight melancholy in parting. Jianchou smiled slightly and said, "He has no sect or school, but you forgot to ask where his home is. He still welcomes us to visit."
No one knows where Xiao Jin came from.
Or perhaps Zhilinsou knew it but did not record it in "Yirentai Notes".
Wu Duan was somewhat clear about this. He thought for a moment, looked at the watermelon in his hand, and said, "There is no one with such a pure heart in the left three thousand of the Central Region, nor in the right three thousand. The technique he practices is not from any of the four sects in the Northern Region. I'm afraid it came from the Southern Region."
"Southern Region?"
Jianchou frowned, but recalled the division of the land of 19 continents into four regions: South, North, Central and Pole.
The central area is divided into the left three thousand and the right three thousand.
The left three thousand are the three thousand sects, and the right three thousand are the famous gathering place of independent cultivators in the Nineteen Continents, "The Sea of Tomorrow's Stars".
About three thousand people make up the Central Region, which is a place with order amidst the chaos. Although it looks like a pile of loose sand, there are many masters.
The Northern Territory is famous for its giant sects.
In such a large area, there are only four sects: Yin Yang Sect, Xihai Zen Forest, and Snow Region Tantric Sect. They are clearly separated from each other and do not interfere with each other.
However, there are also some old grudges here.
I heard that the Yin-Yang Sect and the Snow Region Tantric Sect are from the same lineage, and that the West Sea Zen Forest and the Snow Region Tantric Sect also have a very deep connection, so the Four Sects of the Northern Region were actually split from two giant sects, similar to the Wangjiang Tower and Wanghai Tower on the edge of the West Sea today.
The Polar Region has a special status. It is located in the easternmost part of the 19 continents and is the "land of the rising sun".
Ancient rumors say: "At the easternmost point of the Nineteen Continents there is a mountain called Dushuo. On top of it is a large peach tree that is three thousand miles long. The northeastern part of its branches is called the Ghost Gate, where all the ghosts come in and out."
The nine-headed bird carries the ghosts back to the Ghost Gate. Below the extreme area is the underworld where all the ghosts gather.
As for the Southern Region, it is a completely different situation.
The Southern Region is located in the southern part of the country. To the east is the Southeast Wilderness, which was the birthplace of evil spirits in the early years. It borders the "Sea of Tomorrow's Stars", the most chaotic area in the 19 continents, which is already a mess. To the west are countless long-standing families in the world of cultivation, each of which is intertwined and has its own constraints.
The level of chaos in the entire Southern Region is second only to that of the "Sea of Tomorrow's Stars".
That is a place that is difficult for the Central Region forces to reach, and naturally there are many unheard-of methods of cultivation.
Xiao Jin's cultivation method is not in the central and northern regions, so I'm afraid I can only find it in the southern region.
What's more, what he meant by "home" was already very clear.
Jianchou thought about it and nodded: "The 19 continents are so big that everything is there."
At this moment, is she still just a frog in a well
Wu Duan had seen a lot and was familiar with the scenery of various places. Hearing Jianchou's tone, he roughly guessed her thoughts and said, "Everything is there. When Senior Sister Jianchou has practiced for a long time, she will appreciate all kinds of scenery. Even the changes of the sun and the moon will not be pleasing to the eye."
This is an exaggeration.
Jianchou understood his kindness, smiled, and said, "It seems that if you want to see all the scenery of the Nineteen Continents, you have to practice hard."
At this moment, Wu Duan couldn't help but laugh.
He bowed his hands in greeting and said, "Thank you, Junior Brother, for returning tomorrow. Even if you return, I'm afraid that Master still has something to tell you, so you will have to stay in Kunwu for a few days. Stay where you are. If you need anything, just send a message to me or ask the steward disciple."
Everyone thanked him and did not stay in front of the Yihe Palace for long. They returned to the residence that Kunwu had arranged for them.
At this time, except for Fudaoshan, most of the fellow disciples had already returned to Yashan.
After all, Qu Zhengfeng's rebellion against Yashan was no small matter, and all the disciples in the sect were shocked for a while.
In the past, Qu Zhengfeng often handled many things on behalf of Fu Daoshanren. Now that he has to let go and ask someone to take over immediately, I'm afraid everyone will be overwhelmed for a while.
“Squeak.”
In the twilight, Jianchou said goodbye to the other three, opened the door and returned to his room.
The furnishings are simple, with wooden tables and chairs, only a little more refined than those on Yashan, and there are a few withered flower patterns on the table legs.
She snapped her fingers and lit the lamp on the table.
The dim room suddenly became brighter.
Looking at the tiny light, Jianchou felt a little dazed, as if this room had suddenly become the room she had in the village. The light was dim, illuminating the bleak walls, but there was not a bit of warmth.
She blinked and was distracted, and the illusions around her disappeared immediately.
The house returned to its original state.
He raised his hand and rubbed his brows, as if trying to dispel the murderous intent lingering in his mind, but in the end it had no effect.
Frowning a few times, she walked over and sat cross-legged on the cushion in the middle of the room.
She opened her hands, made a hand seal, and placed them on her knees, allowing the fighting plate under her body to suddenly emerge. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured into her from between her eyebrows, and her slightly restless heart slowly calmed down.
When practicing, one becomes unaware of the passage of time.
In the blink of an eye, the moon was at its zenith, casting silver light on her window frame; after a while, the moon gradually slanted and became smaller, so the silver light was swallowed up a little by the surrounding darkness, and the whole Kunwu fell into the darkness before dawn.
In the silence, there was only the sound of tiny insects, which penetrated the window panes but could not disturb people's sleep.
“Tick-tock.”
Outside the window, thick fog condensed into a thick layer of dew on the surface of the yellow leaves. Finally, it gathered together, fell down, and hit the window frame.
At this moment, Jianchou's eyelashes, which were drooping due to closing his eyes, suddenly trembled.
A pair of clear eyes raised up and looked at the slightly opened window. The mountains were high, the moon was small, and the autumn trees were covered with heavy dew. It was the quietest morning of the day, and the sky was not yet bright.
She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then finally stood up from the mat, and the fighting plate, which was 24.7 feet long, disappeared on the ground.
Walk to the door and open it again.
The sky is about to brighten, and today should be the day for Xie Buchen to return to Kunwu.
She thought this calmly, turned around and closed the door, walked out of the courtyard silently, followed the mountain path, went down Kunwu, and passed through the dense forest around the main peak of Kunwu.
The sound of the rushing river soon got closer.
Standing on the river bank, stepping on the dead leaves, Jianchou saw at a glance a small boat floating on the river but not moving at all.
The sky was dark and the river was filled with thick fog.
There were tiny ripples swaying slightly on the surface of the river, and occasionally a fish jumped out of the river, making a splashing sound.
A small black-sailed boat was parked in the middle of the river, with an old fishing net tied to the stern, the oars casually leaning against the net, and a crooked fish basket on the bow.
A man sat at the bow, wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, blocking the fog that filled the river. However, his figure was vague and blurred in the fog, and he could not see it clearly. Jianchou could only see that he was holding a thin fishing rod, as if he was fishing on the river.
Behind this person, there was a new fire, and on top of it was a small pot with water boiling to the point of crab eyes.
The moment Jianchou looked towards him, the fishing rod suddenly moved, and ripples appeared on the surface of the river.
"The fish is hooked..."
There was a hint of smile in the fisherman's voice. He just shook the fishing rod and saw a fat bass biting the hook. He pulled it out of the river and held it in his hand.
At this moment, Jianchou finally saw his face clearly, and there was a vague sense of familiarity between his eyebrows.
Fu Chaosheng put down his fishing rod and said to Jianchou on the shore in an almost nostalgic tone: "I have the fish in my hand and the water in the pot. Everything is ready. I just need to cook a bowl of fresh soup as a treat. Since my old friend has come, why not go aboard and have a chat."