Talking is not speculative, in addition to not talking anymore, you can also change the subject. Chen Changsheng is not good at chatting, which does not mean that Gou Hanshi is not good at it, and he does have some things that he really wants to get an accurate answer from Chen Changsheng: "The person who entered Hanshan is really That one?"
Chen Changsheng nodded.
Gou Hanshi was silent for a long while before he digested the shock in his heart, and said with emotion: "The devil himself took action, you can survive, and there will be good luck in the future."
Chen Changsheng shook his head. He knew best that the demon king came to Hanshan to eat him, and if the other party just wanted to kill him... he couldn't survive no matter what.
In the small building by the lake, there were fierce quarrels from time to time, like the sound of swords.
On the terrace on the roof, Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi stood side by side, their shirts fluttering.
On a rock in the distance, Zhong Hui quietly watched the movement over there, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
There were many ascetics from various sects by the lakeside. They looked at Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi in the distance, and some looked at Zhong Hui.
Looking at these pictures, looking at the young people in the pictures, whether it is the master of Tianji Pavilion or the elders of various sects, I have a lot of emotion.
In the past two years, many outstanding young cultivation geniuses have appeared on the mainland.
Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi, the two seemingly naive guys who were arguing in the building, including Zhong Hui who was standing on the stone were all included here, not to mention Xu Yourong and Qiu Shanjun.
In a similar age, it is extremely rare that so many talented young geniuses emerged, except for Wang Po's generation... no, even Wang Po's generation was not as good as they are now at such a young age. For these young people, we have to make comparisons, or we really have to go back to the magnificent era thousands of years ago.
It's really the age of wildflowers.
"I don't know which of these young people will be the best in a few years' time."
"No matter who is the best in the end, I think Chen Changsheng should be thanked."
"Why?"
"Because the night of starlight in the Mausoleum of Books helped these young people break through the most difficult pass."
The discussion stopped, and the venue became quiet.
The elders of various sects and the masters of Tianji Pavilion recalled the life-and-death scene when they and their peers broke through the Netherworld, and then looked at these young geniuses, and it became a little complicated. It was envy or even jealousy. , and all of this was only because of Chen Changsheng.
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The Stone Boiling Conference, which had to be postponed, was finally officially held on an ordinary day in late summer. It was between the elegant and gorgeous pavilions beside Tianchi Lake. It was a bit depressing, and compared with previous years, there were a lot fewer celebrities attending this year, which seemed a bit boring.
None of the top ten powerhouses in the Xiaoyao list attended, or they ignored the boiled stone meeting like Huajia Xiao Zhang, or they were unable to attend for some reason like Liang Wangsun. The worst is of course the Yaozu powerhouse Xiaode, he was seriously injured by the devil, and was sent back to Baidi City a few days ago.
Fortunately, the national religion sent a huge force this time. In addition to the future Pope Chen Changsheng, there were also two giants, the King of Ling Hai and Mao Qiuyu, and the southern saint Xu Yourong was also present in person. It has inspired a lot of practitioners who came from thousands of miles to participate in the stone boiling conference.
As the master, Old Man Tianji was in the middle, and Xu Yourong, who was the most honorable in terms of status, sat on his right. Behind layers of white gauze, Chen Changsheng sat on the opposite side, facing the ascetics from all over the world. In general, the identity of the old man Tianji is naturally noble and mysterious. It is of course a very precious opportunity to witness his true face today, but most of the eyes of the audience still fell on Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong. .
Those gazes are full of awe, longing, and of course curiosity.
Especially for those ascetics who are not from Kyoto.
In today's world, everything about Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng is very clear.
This summer, he and she have not yet turned seventeen, and they are the youngest Tongyou Shangjing ever.
The most important thing is that she is the saint of the south, and he is the pope of the next generation.
At such an age, it is rare to have such a realm and such a status in previous history.
They used to have a marriage contract, if not for some accidents, they should have become a couple.
If this is counted, the story will appear even more legendary.
When people's eyes fell on Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, the voices of the stewards of Tianji Pavilion seemed to fade away, replaced by countless whispering voices.
This young man and woman is really too famous.
Their stories are really too famous.
A young Taoist priest entered the capital, but was rejected by the palace of the god general. The marriage letter was presented at the Ivy Banquet. When the world changed, the young man became the successor of the pope. After the First Battle of Qiao Fengxue, the boys and girls met for the first time, and things seemed to have changed again... Chen Changsheng seemed to want to change his mind and marry a beautiful girl, but Xu Yourong coldly rejected him, so many people knew about Xue Ye The picture of Lixue, a boy in front of the deep palace.
With twists and turns and climaxes, if this is not what actually happened, everyone will think it is a play, or the most clichéd kind, and the most clichéd is the most exciting, and the most popular among the people. Many people have finally seen the hero and heroine of this play today, how could they not be curious and excited
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Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong didn't do anything, just sat down, and captured nine points of the energy of the people present, and the whole scene of the conference. But after all, this was the Stone Boiling Conference, and if everyone wanted to stare at them, they had to look away temporarily and land on the black table at the end of the straight path.
On the table was an ancient red lacquer plate, and between the plates was a black stone about the size of a fruit pit.
Black table, red plate, black stone.
Black and red, very bright, very eye-catching.
Chen Changsheng's eyes fell on the black stone, and it was difficult to move away. His expression remained the same, but his heart was slightly disturbed.
These are not the stones he saw in the sky a few days ago, nor are they the stones he can see everywhere in the lake or between the cliffs.
In the cold mountain, there are sky stones all over the mountains, this is something Xu Yourong confirmed to him, but this stone is obviously different.
This stone was much smaller than those heavenly stones, and it was carefully placed in the red plate, so the treatment was very different.
Most importantly, he vaguely felt a familiar wave of breath from the little black stone.
He looked at the heavy gauze curtain not far away.
Xu Yourong sat behind the gauze curtain.
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