Biography of the Immortals

Chapter 245

Yan Xi shouted: "Come in!"

A man in his thirties with a pale face entered the cabin and hurriedly prostrated himself on the ground. Yan Xi was impatient with these ancient rituals and shouted: "Get up! What's good, please speak briefly and clearly, don't talk nonsense. "

The man hurriedly said: "I'm a casual cultivator in Dongling Mansion. My surname is Wang and my name is Liuyuan. The Taoism passed down by my family is worth mentioning, but there is one merit. I can understand the language of animals, fish and shrimp."

Yan Xi immediately lifted his spirits and said, "Show Mr. Wang a cup of Coke."

Peng Yun took a bottle of Coke and handed it to Wang Liuyuan.

Yan Xi has a small habit of not drinking drinks in plastic bottles, but only drinking canned things. Several disciples under his disciples also followed suit and developed this habit.

Peng Yun gave him a plastic bottle of drink, feeling a little suspicious.

Of course, Wang Liuyuan couldn't detect this detail. Seeing that there was no gap in the bottle, he didn't know how to open it, and he was quite helpless.Peng Yun could only teach it again, and Wang Liuyuan shook his hands and took a sip.The strong stimulation of the carbonated drink exploded his mouth, making Wang Liuyuan think he had drunk Xianniang.

He was about to send the fairy wine back, thinking that taking a sip would be a blessing.

Where can I ask for cooking cloud?He waved his hand, and stuffed him with two plastic bottles of Qixi, but Wang Liuyuan was so happy that he quietly put them in his arms, bulging, just like Lu Ji who was pregnant with oranges.

Wang Liuyuan coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and said, "I heard just now that those sea monsters said to each other that Hunhaihou and Jingyunhou fought for Princess Xiaoxiao. They also mobilized hundreds of thousands The army is ready to fight in Xiaozhoushan."

"The direction we are going here is Xiaozhou Mountain. If we go all the way, I am afraid that we will encounter sea monsters again. Although the immortal masters are not afraid, if these sea monsters refuse to fight, they will just hide on the bottom of the sea and stir up waves. , this giant sea boat will definitely not be able to bear it."

Yan Xi pondered slightly, and also felt that what Wang Liuyuan said made sense.

Although they are not afraid of sea monsters, if they are attacked by sea monsters and are good at manipulating waves, they will be quite troublesome if they overturn the giant sea boat.

He asked: "You mean, let the owner of the ship change course?"

Wang Liuyuan nodded hastily and said, "That's exactly what I mean."

Yan Xi stretched out his hand and said to the bitter monk: "Please come here, the owner of the ship."

Monk Ku left the table and invited the boat owner over after a short while. Wang Liuyuan explained the matter again in detail. The captain turned pale and hurried out to make arrangements for the boat to divert.

The owner of the ship has already made up his mind that when the voyage is over, he will sell the giant ship and never sail the ocean again.

This kind of life is too turbulent and exciting.

The owner of the ship can even imagine that the next time he encounters a monster from the Shanghai race, he will ask, "Where is the murderer who killed the sea patrolling general with the golden gun last time?"

"Where's the Sword Immortal who fled us after Hun Haihou and Jingyunhou?"

"They're not here, are they?"

"So that you know what the wrath of the sea is."

The boat owner felt that he must be the scapegoat, the target of being pissed off and killing his whole family.

Yan Xi was not used to eating with strangers, so he did not invite Wang Liuyuan to the table, but gave him a large piece of bluefin tuna, mustard and soy sauce.

Wang Liuyuan still wanted to chat with these powerful immortals, but seeing that they were not interesting, he could only go back to his room resentfully.

After eating and drinking, Feng Yun dragged Cao Augustue and Lu Weiming to the deck to smoke.

They were taught by Yan Xi that they should not smoke indoors, so they all formed good habits.

Although Monk Ku also smoked a few cigarettes, he was not addicted, so he rejected his brother and stayed in the cabin with the teacher.

The three girls had almost finished eating, Bai Lihua changed to fruit juice, Kou Xiangqin changed to coffee, Lu Yingqi tried several drinks, and finally chose milk tea.

Lu Weiming lit a cigarette, while chatting with Peng Yun and Cao Augustue, looking at the sea scenery, while diving into the secret recipe of Wanxiang Light Smoke Sword, slowly running his mind.

After all, he is also a great master, one of the four great gods and demons, he has obtained a superior sword manual, and now he has stepped into the realm of sword energy.

It's just that he is always inferior to Huang Daban. After several days of practice, he only turned his whole body of true energy into two or three times into sword energy. It is not known how many years of hard work it will take to control the smoke into a sword and combine his body and smoke into one.

For this reason, as long as Lu Weiming got the kung fu, he practiced desperately and refused to let go of any time.

Peng Yun sensed that the sword energy in Lu Weiming's body was turning slightly, and he said with a smile: "Junior Brother Lu has also worked hard."

Lu Weiming sighed and said, "One leap of a galloping horse cannot take ten steps; a ten-horse horse rides ten steps, it is hard work. I am not qualified and I am old. If I don't work hard, how can I master swordsmanship in my lifetime?"

Feng Yun nodded and said, "That's right, we should work harder."

"The legal world in the world is divided into nine heavens, and the first three are swordsmen. Although they can prolong their lifespan, they cannot live forever. Among the major sects, swordsmanship has not achieved great success, but their lifespan has ended. Those who die and die are extraordinary. Several!"

Lu Weiming felt emotional in his heart, so he didn't say any more.

The great perfection of sword energy is often recorded in ten years.

The mastery of sword control skills is often recorded in tens to hundreds of years.

The art of combining body and sword has been cultivated to perfection, perfect and flawless, but it has been the beginning of hundreds of years of hard work.

The first three levels of the world's law world, the extended lifespan is just that. If you are a talented person, of course you don't need to worry. Those with a little less talent need to refine some life-extending pills, but those with even worse talent, have not yet mastered swordsmanship. There are not a few of them whose energy and blood have already decayed. The big factions are better, and they will choose disciples with outstanding aptitude, heretics, and these disciples who die before they are able to master swordsmanship often account for [-]% to [-]%.

Both Peng Yun and Cao Bayue are well-informed people, and they know that Lu Weiming is a person who is in between. Maybe he can break through the Sword Immortal, maybe he will not be able to aspire to the highest level of merit until the end of his lifespan.

The three of them smoked for a while, when Peng Yun suddenly burst into passion, and shouted, "I want to write a new opening poem."

Cao Bayue asked, "Why is that?"

Feng Yun thought to himself: "Isn't it two times that I was interrupted by the master? I am afraid that this setting poem has some fate, so it is not suitable to read it all."

He thought hard for a while, but couldn't figure it out.

Cao Bayue thought about it for a while, and then secretly thought: "Fang Yunjian defeated Hunhaihou, Jingyunhou, Hengjian above the sky, reciting poems, how magnificent is it?"

"Last time I heard from Zhao Yan'er that he also had a finale poem. What is it called "A Thousand Miles of Cold Sky Only One Day, Golden Eyes and Jade Claws are Extraordinary Talents! Do I want to write a poem too?"

Cao Bayue's poetry was even worse. After thinking about it for a while, her mind was empty and she actually smoked out half a pack of cigarettes in her hand.

He found out that there was no smoke, and said, "Fang Yun, give me a pack."

Lu Weiming hurriedly handed over the cigarette in his hand, Cao Bayue waved his hand hastily, rejecting his kindness, and said: "Your smoke will still be used to make swords, don't waste it." But she couldn't help but secretly said: "Your cigarettes are too bad. I can't get used to smoking them. It's better to cook Yun."

(End of this chapter)