Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 740 Different opinions
Zhongyu Prefecture, where Qushang Swamp is located, is about to be overwhelmed by monks coming from all over the world recently. The sealing of the sky is imminent. Those who missed the grand event of sealing the sky in Qianye Mountain before don’t want to miss it again, so they all headed to Eagle’s Nest City Come here.

Although Eagle's Nest City is huge, it was built as a battle fort with extremely strict defenses. For this reason, it began to restrict the entry of monks, and re-opened a large area of ​​​​temporary venues in the Qushang Swamp outside the city for people to come and go. people stay or gather.So the monks who rushed over didn't care if they couldn't enter the city, they just waited for Fengtian to start.

Yang Xing, a casual cultivator, is now eighteen years old. He has successfully established a foundation at such a young age. Becoming a foundation cultivator has a bright future.In addition, he has an open-minded and open-minded personality, so he makes a lot of friends, and at this time he is even more comfortable, calling friends and companions all day long, talking loudly, and having a good time.

It's just that during these days, he drank happily with others every day, and he felt a little tired and was sluggish. A big bowl was stacked in front of him with a "bang", and the wine in the bowl swung out and spilled on the table.

"Why don't you people understand? Even if I, Yunmengze, belonged to the Naluoshizi Wanhu Realm a few hundred thousand years ago, so what? I dare say that as soon as we are taken back by them, all kinds of abuses will come to our door. Good day today?"

Yang Xing realized that these people were talking about the Wanhu world again, he lazily raised his eyes, and found that the person who spoke was a familiar face, he had never seen him appear in their circle before.Listening to his words, and looking at the decoration of a certain sect on his body, Yang Xing smiled as expected.

About a month ago, rumors spread from nowhere that Yunmengze was split from a large interface called Wanhujie, and the Immortal Cultivation Alliance intends to contact that interface to bring Yunmengze back, hoping to be able to With its help, the centuries-long interface war with the Yinyue Blood Realm ended.

"A good day?" The black-clothed monk sitting on Yang Xing's right hand said tit-for-tat: "There have been constant battles for years, and life and death are unpredictable once on the battlefield. The Cultivation Alliance also requires that everyone must accept a task every year before they are allowed to enter the major Cultivation Cities , buy spiritual materials and the like, is this still a good day?"

The sect monk slapped the table excitedly again: "Isn't the sealing war coming to an end soon? Tomorrow, the space channel in Qushang Swamp will be sealed, and the world will be peaceful. Why do you have to go back to Wanhu?" boundary?"

Yang Xing suddenly interjected: "I heard from the people who came back in front that those ghosts who ran out of the ghost gate have recently reconciled with the people from the Yinyue Blood Realm, and are going to attack our realm instead!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the monks who had stood by and watched the argument between the two surrounded them.

"When will the news come back?"

"Dare they come to attack us?"

"Damn it!"

Everyone here asked questions in a hurry, leaving the two people behind, but the person involved hadn't given up yet.

The monk in black suddenly sneered, and said sneeringly: "Hehe, I know that all of you monks are worried that after you go back, the big sects of that world will come to seize your territory, resources and so on, so you oppose the return. But We loose cultivators..."

He said coolly: "There are not so many constraints. I can go anywhere by myself. The wider the sky and the wider the land, the more we can win. The world of thousands of dendrobiums is a big world. It must be bigger than the clouds." Mengze is tens or hundreds of times bigger! Tsk tsk, I feel excited just thinking about it!"

This side is amazed, but the sect monk over there is already blushing with anger.

"What's the matter with this closed sect! So what if I have a sect, can I hide when I go to the battlefield? When will our sect monks not rush to the front, you have to speak according to your conscience!"

The monk in black blinked innocently: "Fellow Daoist, I didn't say anything, why are you so sensitive."

Seeing that the two were about to have a big quarrel, Yang Xing finally finished dealing with the others, turned around with a smile on his face, pulled them to sit down, and persuaded them.

"Ah, ah, what's the fuss? It's not up to us to go back or not. Let those big shots worry about it. Let's... come, drink!"

Others also came over to chat haha: "That's right! You know, a lot of big shots have come to Eagle's Nest City recently, and basically all of them who can be called are here. Be good! This is the first time I have seen Huashen Dao monk..."

The atmosphere in this small open space became peaceful again. A group of low-ranking monks enjoyed themselves drinking and chatting, while talking enthusiastically about the big things they couldn't touch.

When Yang Xing raised his head inadvertently, he saw two beams of light, one blue and one red, flying out from the depths of Qushang Swamp, they crossed the sky in the blink of an eye, and landed outside Eagle's Nest City.

In the city, the Immortal Cultivation Alliance, which occupies several mountain peaks, has been very busy recently. The scheduling, defense, personnel arrangement, etc. of all parties have to go through the Immortal Cultivation Alliance. Therefore, although it is not as lively as other places in the city, the flow of people is not for a moment. broken.

It's just that today, the atmosphere of these mountain peaks is extraordinarily solemn, and the monks who come and go all walk lightly, showing a bit of restraint and nervousness in their actions.

Liu Qinghuan and Mu Yinyin landed on the top of the mountain in such an atmosphere. Just as they were a little confused, a group of patrolling monks rushed over.

"Who are you... Hey, Senior Aoki!"

Liu Qinghuan turned her head, looked at the other party, and smiled gently: "Do you recognize me?"

Before he finished speaking, the group of monks, male and female, "coaxed" as if they had heard some amazing news!
"Who? The Qingmu Zhenjun from the Wenshi Sect?"

"Really him?"

"Really are!"

"That's right, when I looked up that day, I saw him fly overhead!"

Liu Qinghuan and Mu Yinyin looked at each other and coughed lightly. The team of monks immediately stopped discussing in a low voice, and rushed in front of them one by one excitedly.

"Cough! What's the matter with you? Just..."

A female cultivator suddenly bowed down: "Senior Aoki, I finally saw you again today! Your kindness of saving life is unforgettable, please be respected by this junior!"

Then two more people bowed down, each saying "the grace of saving life".

Liu Qinghuan took a step back and looked at these people carefully, but there was no reflection.

"you……"

The female cultivator raised her head: "Senior may not remember it, but in the battle of Qianye Mountain, you saved countless people with your swaying Qinglin. We must engrave this kindness in our hearts!"

Liu Qinghuan smiled: "So that's the case. It's okay, I understand, let's all get up."

The good cause planted in a moment has reaped a good fruit, Liu Qinghuan is also a little relieved, but he doesn't care much because he has never valued being kind to others.After getting the group of low-level monks to stand up, he was ready to leave with Mu Yinyin.

"I still have something to do, so I won't talk to you any more..."

"Senior, please slow down!" The female cultivator stopped him again: "We have received a notice that you will come back from the outside world in two days, as long as we see you, please go to Heguifeng Wuxiangtang, where there is There are seniors from many sects and aristocratic families discussing matters."

"Oh?" Liu Qinghuan paused and looked at a mountain not far away.

Mu Yinyin gently tugged on his sleeve: "Qing Huan, since I want you to go as soon as you come back, it must be an emergency, so go."

"then you?"

"I'll go to the alliance to hand over the task first, and I may have to go back to the Xingyue Palace. When I'm done, I can go to the Wenshi faction to find you, okay?"

Liu Qinghuan thought for a while, then shook her hand: "Okay, be careful on the road."

After Mu Yinyin's figure disappeared between the peaks, he looked away, thanked the team of monks, and flew towards Hegui Peak.

Just after stepping into the magic circle set up by Wuxiangtang, the menacing quarrels inside rushed over, almost making Liu Qinghuan turn around and leave again!

He stood by the door and listened for a while, and quickly figured out what was going on inside.

It's still about whether to return to the Wanhu world.

The various sects, aristocratic families, and power holders from Yunmengze, Xiaofeng Continent, and Dongya Remains Island, as well as some well-known casual cultivators, at least dozens of them, presumably because of Qu Shang It is very rare for them to gather together because of the matter of the swamp sealing the sky.

However, at this time, these people all lowered their demeanor, and their faces were flushed red. Two completely opposite opinions collided fiercely.

What surprised him was that for the first time, the attitude of those casual cultivators did not shrink back when facing the big sect, but actively supported the return to the Wanhu world, but they were rejected by small and medium sects like Feiyuelou and Baiyunshan. fierce opposition.On the contrary, the attitude of the four major sects was ambiguous and did not participate in the debate.

Liu Qinghuan saw a lot of familiar people in it, such as Kuhai Zen Master who went to the Great Mirage back then, the leader of the Seven Star League on Dongya Remains Island, and even Tai Fangchen, Dongxu Zhenjun from Saofeng Continent.

And his master Ming Yangzi sat at the top seat, his face was glowing red, obviously healed from his injuries.

Just about to open the door and go in, a surprised voice came from behind.

"Liu Qinghuan?"

Liu Qinghuan turned around, and saw Huayan Lingzun in a gorgeous palace attire, that Yunmengze's loose cultivator.

Hua Yan glanced at him: "What are you doing standing here, I'll wait for you, don't come here yet."

As he spoke, he turned and entered a room on the side.

Liu Qinghuan was taken aback for a moment, and followed, only to find that the people sitting in the room here were all the cultivators who transformed themselves into spirits. The atmosphere was completely different from the hustle and bustle over there, and they all drank tea leisurely.

"Qing Huan is back." Taizun Kongwu looked over and waved his hand: "Come here. By the way, I remember you seem to have said that the people from the Ten Thousand Dendrobium Realm you met in the Mingshan Battlefield once gave You have a cross-boundary communication talisman?"

(End of this chapter)