The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 370: Ten Years of Ups and Downs

"Old Ancestor Chihuo is dead. He was a powerful Seventh Realm expert with great magical powers and boundless magical powers. In the past ten years, there have been at least eight Immortal Golden Immortals who have died at your Majesty's hands, if not ten."

"The Tianyin Temple, which dominated Chenzhou, is over. All its disciples were strangled to death."

"The 'Seven Great Saints' who ruled Tanzhou were reduced to ashes, and millions of demons were killed by the levy army..."

In the lobby on the first floor of Taibai Restaurant, many practitioners from all over the world were drinking wine and discussing various shocking news, creating a lively scene.

Ever since Shen Yuanliang started the war of unification, the conquest army and the imperial guards, which seemed like heavenly soldiers and generals, have swept across the world without any rivals. The once powerful sects either surrendered or disappeared.

Ten years of ups and downs, focusing on creating brilliance!
The national fortune of the dragon vein hovering over Qingdi City is becoming more and more magnificent day by day. Its 99,000-foot-tall body is majestic and magnificent, suppressing all monsters and demons.

"Squeak!"

Pushing open the window, Lu Xiaofeng, who was wearing slightly worn clothes and had increasingly bright eyes, glanced down, picked up the wine glass in his hand and drank it all.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed twice, still not satisfied, and poured himself another glass of amber wine. He stroked his mustache and said with emotion: "The yellow wine from Taibai Tower is still the most authentic."

It is pure and transparent, mixed with a hint of fragrance. When the wine enters your stomach, the fragrance lingers on your lips and teeth, leaving you with an endless aftertaste.

"Yes, after traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers, what I miss most are still the rice wine of Taibai Tower, the delicious food of Shanhai Garden, and the beauties of Cuiwei Pavilion."

Speaking of this, the lazy Sikong Zhaixing leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, put aside all his worries and sorrows, and felt indescribably relaxed and comfortable.

In order to embark on the path of true immortality and to accumulate merits, Sikong Zhaixing and his companions followed the footsteps of the conquest army, either to gather intelligence or to expose traitors and eliminate evil.

For a full ten years, he was busy all day and traveled millions of miles. He had seen the brilliant and glorious human nature, as well as human hearts that were more sinister than monsters. His heart for Taoism was honed to be extremely strong.

Ximen Chuixue, dressed in white and holding a long sword, put down the jade cup in his hand and said firmly: "After I break through to the level of a True Immortal, I will join the Worship Pavilion."

"Gongfeng Pavilion?" Hearing this, Lu Xiaofeng frowned and said thoughtfully: "You are alone, without a sect or family, so joining Gongfeng Pavilion is the best choice."

In order to maximize the use of the forces of all parties, Shen Yuanliang established a worship pavilion outside the Hunter's Guild.

Compared to the Hunter's Guild, the Worship Pavilion is equivalent to a sinecure. However, no matter how sinecure it is, it has the good fortune of the Great Qian Dynasty, and the speed of cultivation increases by leaps and bounds. It is the best place for martial arts fanatics.

“All good things must come to an end.” Hua Manlou, who looked like a handsome gentleman, sighed as he picked up the wine in his glass: “After years of wandering around outside, it’s time for me to go home.”

Human beings are born between heaven and earth, and they not only enjoy various rights, but also have heavy responsibilities.

As the son of the Hua family, Hua Manlou has enjoyed various preferential treatments from the family since he was a child, including money, martial arts secrets, etc. Now is the time for him to contribute to the family.

Being able to venture out for decades, free and at ease, is a wonderful memory.

"Fuck, I won't go home until I'm drunk today."

Jars of wine were brought up, and Lu Xiaofeng, Hua Manlou and the others drank one glass after another. They did not use their inner strength to dispel the effects of the alcohol, but just wanted to get drunk.

……

Qingyunmen, Tongtian Peak.

"October 1st is not only National Day, but also the day when the Great Qian Dynasty ascended to the Immortal Court."

"My fellow disciples, nine people from each of Tongtian Peak, Longshou Peak, Fenghui Peak, Chaoyang Peak, Dazhu Peak, Xiaozhu Peak, and Luoxia Peak, follow me to the imperial capital."

Taoist Master Daoxuan, who was dressed in a dark green Taoist robe and had white hair and a youthful face, glanced at the heads of the various peaks present, stroked his gray beard, and smiled. Upon hearing this news, Tian Buyi, the short and fat head of Dazhu Peak, said anxiously: "It's hot in July, and there are only three months left. We have to speed up."

From the Shenzhou where no immortals were seen to the vast world today, the Qingyun Sect has experienced several setbacks and barely managed to gain a foothold.

For Tian Buyi and others, the legendary Daqian Dynasty was like the heaven in mythology, and going to watch the ceremony as a subordinate force was a rare opportunity that only came once in a thousand years.

"Yes, brother."

Zeng Shuchang, the handsome and extraordinary abbot of Fenghui Peak, wearing a tall hat and a wide belt, echoed this.

"In the Daqian Dynasty's rating, our Qingyun Sect is ranked fifth, and is considered a small sect that has existed for thousands of years."

The graceful and elegant Master Shuiyue, the head of Xiaozhu Peak, dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, said anxiously: "If someone breaks through to the level of a True Immortal during this audience, the sect's rank can be raised."

The gap between the fifth and sixth grades is like the difference between heaven and earth. In the Daqian Dynasty, the sixth grade sect was a first-class sect and enjoyed a higher level of treatment.

"We will meet at Heyang City in three hours." Daoxuan shook the whisk in his hand and said slowly, "Follow the river and take a boat southward. We will reach Qingdi City in a month."

After a cup of tea, Dazhu Peak.

Tian Buyi hurried back from Tongtian Peak without even a sip of water. Looking at Song Daren who was chopping bamboo, he anxiously said, "Daren, call your junior brother over quickly."

"Yes, Master."

Song Daren, a man of burly build and dressed in layman's clothes, bowed and hurriedly informed his fellow apprentices without asking why.

Unlike the large number of people on Longshou Peak and Fenghui Peak, there were only ten "people" on Dazhu Peak even with the big yellow dog. Half an hour later, Tian Ling'er, Wu Dayi, Du Bishu and others hurried over.

"Dad, we are here."

Tian Ling'er, with big watery eyes and a red silk ribbon tied around her waist, pulled Tian Buyi's sleeve and asked in confusion, "What do you want from us?"

For the sake of the competition held once every sixty years and for the honor of Dazhu Peak, under the supervision of Tian Buyi, the disciples dared not be lazy and were either cutting bamboo or working hard.

Cutting bamboo is also a form of spiritual practice!
Tian Buyi laughed and waved his hand, saying, "Pack your clothes and let's go down the mountain."

"Go down the mountain? Really?"

Tian Ling'er, who grew up in Qingyun Sect, has hardly ever traveled far. Now that she can go down the mountain, Tian Ling'er jumped three feet high and was extremely happy.

On the side, Su Ru, who looked to be in her thirties and had a plump figure, frowned and asked, "Go down the mountain? What happened?"

In the past, when we went down the mountain, it was usually a battle between good and evil. Now that the world has changed, is Qingyun Sect going to go to war with other sects again? Is it the Ghost King Sect or the Changsheng Hall?

"A good thing, a great thing."

Looking at the worried eyes of the crowd, Tian Buyi patted Song Daren on the shoulder and said, "On October 1st, the Great Qian Emperor's Dynasty Celebration will be held. We are going to Qingdi City to celebrate."

"Daqian Dynasty, Qingdi City?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, then reacted and cheered.

(End of this chapter)