Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 879
Liu Qinghuan took a sip of the fragrant tea and squinted her eyes in enjoyment.

For many years in Zhuoyuan, he drank turbid and bitter tea, even for a person like him who doesn't care about appetite, he couldn't help but drink a few more sips at this time.

He turned his head slightly, and the yellow-clothed monk who ran over to take a look at the person at the table was still talking relentlessly.

"Fellow Daoist Wuwu, I have no other intentions. It's just that I haven't seen Fei Xuanling's real body until now. I want to see it. Even if you have a Fei Xuanling hidden in your scabbard, we can't snatch it. Bar?"

After his words, voices echoed in the teahouse one after another.

"Fellow Taoist Huang Jue's words are very correct, take them out, and let everyone see them."

"It's an eventful time now, you can do it conveniently, friend Wuwu Daoist, so as not to cause trouble to your upper body, right?"

"Otherwise, it's hard to explain the melon fields and plums."

"Even if you don't draw the sword, you can just put the sword back into the storage space."

Everyone's eyes were focused on this table, those who watched the excitement, those who hinted at coercion, and those who were aggressive, all gathered on the sword on the table that was a little longer than ordinary spirit swords.

Liu Qinghuan played with the teacup while staying out of the way, and looked at the monk opposite.

The opponent's right hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword, and the expression hidden behind the messy beard and hair was as cold as iron. I let the torrent around my body surge, and I stood still.

The yellow-clothed monk who was the first to speak stood aside, with a vaguely smug expression, a little unable to hold on: "Fellow Daoist Wuwu, if you don't speak, does it mean that there is something wrong with this sword by default?!"

Wuwo finally raised his head, and as soon as he spoke, a voice with a texture of gold and stone immediately cooled the lively atmosphere of the entire teahouse.

"My sword, the sword will be stained with blood, are you sure you want to see it?"

Liu Qinghuan, who was sitting opposite, smiled playfully. It seemed that this person's reputation in the past should be extremely strong, otherwise it would be impossible at this time.

The friar in yellow froze, and said angrily, "Fellow Daoist, even if you once won the championship in the Sangu Mountain Fighting Arena, it was 300 years ago! I advise you to think clearly, all the fellow Daoists present today are very For those who are idle, there is still room for discussion, otherwise... hum!"

Wu Wu glanced at him inexplicably, but didn't speak, just tapped the scabbard with his fingers, making a soft "ding".

It seems to be saying: If you want to fight, fight, why so much nonsense!

The friar in yellow was obviously apprehensive, showing some hesitation on his face.But everyone in the building is looking at him at this moment. If he shows timidity, how can he hang around in the world of cultivating immortals in the future?
He couldn't find the steps for a while, but when he turned his head and saw Liu Qinghuan, he slammed the table hard!
"Where did Yexiu Maodao come from, and dare to snicker furtively!"

Liu Qinghuan raised her eyes, quite speechless at the sudden and innocent disaster that suddenly affected her body.

The mocking smile on the corner of his mouth was even worse, and he said lazily: "No, I am obviously smiling openly. Since you want to check the sword of the friend opposite you, the sword is on the table, so just pick it up and take a look." ? Haha, I'm afraid you won't dare to stretch out your hand."

Want to use him as a raft?Then he doesn't have to save face for the other party!
"you!"

The cultivator in yellow was furious, and a burning light suddenly appeared on his body. He stepped over with one step, raised his hand and grabbed it!
Liu Qinghuan's face turned cold, and he threw the teacup in his hand backhand, a sharp light lit up, and he screamed!

With a "click", the other party caught it, and the cup cracked into several pieces, and the warm tea immediately spilled.

The friar in yellow held up his dripping palm, his face stretched long.

Seeing that a conflict was about to happen, a thin old man suddenly emerged from nowhere, a gentle wind swayed among the crowd, and then he squeezed into the middle of the two with a smile on his face.

"Few friends, the place here is small, and you can collapse if you move a little too much. If you don't like to sit quietly and drink tea, there are many places to relax in the town, why don't you please move?"

Liu Qinghuan's heart shuddered secretly, the old man's cultivation was invisible, but the coercion emanating from his body made the whole room silent.

He said expressionlessly: "I'm drinking my own tea, but some people are greedy and looking for trouble, so people can't have a moment of peace."

The yellow-clothed monk frowned, and opened his mouth to refute, but his face changed slightly when he saw the warning smile at the corner of the old man's mouth.

"Haha, I was reckless. I just wanted to say hello to this brother, but I didn't want him to misunderstand."

"That's good." The skinny old man nodded to the table again: "It's better to put things away."

Wugo hesitated for a moment, and with a flick of his hand, the sword on the table disappeared.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the building immediately relaxed, but the monk in yellow still wanted to say a few words: "Wouldn't it be better if it was like this earlier, look at this, tsk tsk!"

Liu Qinghuan frowned, and saw a murderous intent flash across Wu Wo's eyes.

After this small episode, most of the monks who didn't intend to drink tea at first felt bored, and left in twos and threes after a while.

Wu-ego didn't leave immediately, but was like a clay sculpture and wood sculpture, not knowing what he was meditating on.

Liu Qinghuan didn't speak, and sat for a while, then got up and left the teahouse.

From the beginning to the end, neither of them spoke a word.

There was still some time before the opening of Baojing Palace, so he was not in a hurry, and stayed in the town for a few more days, and finally waited for Yunmengze's cross-boundary communication talisman.

However, after reading it, Liu Qinghuan's mood was hard to calm down.

His elder brother Zuo Zhishan returned to the void decades ago.

His apprentice Di Rou died after leaving behind a son.

The Wenshi Sect has also been updated, and many monks of the older generation have exhausted their lifespan because they could not break through the realm.

However, a new generation has also grown up and continues to pass on the glory and celestial tradition of the Wenshi School.

The frenzy of cultivation many years ago has also achieved results.In addition to the large number of low-level monks, Yunmengze has a few more monks who transform themselves into gods.

What made him feel better was that Master Ming Yangzi finally broke through the bottleneck of Nascent Soul Realm when his life was approaching, and advanced to Huashen.

At the same time, Wen Dao and Hong Li from the Shaoyang Sect are both empty rank monks.

However, the balance of the four sects did not break because Dayan and Zhenji returned to their respective sects.

In terms of the general situation, Yunmengze has now been taken back, and the status quo is not bad. Although the Eastern Wasteland has become a paradise for monks in the Ten Thousand Dendrobium Realm, the other two continents are protected by a large formation and have not been disturbed for the time being.

At the end of the letter, Mu Yinyin wrote that she was going to the Mingshan Battlefield to see if there was a way to come to Qingming.

Liu Qinghuan was very pleasantly surprised, he couldn't go back for the time being, and it was a great thing that Mu Yinyin could come to find him, but the gate leading to Qingming might not be so easy to pass through.

(End of this chapter)