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At 5:00 pm the next day, Du Heng and his men hung a sign at the entrance of the dining hall announcing the closure of meals. They also specifically noted the reason: Today we went to Shenhua Peak to listen to the sermon, and the dining hall would not open for meals until the sermon was over.
As soon as the sign was hung up, Xiaoyao Jian and his men from next door called out to Du Heng: "Junior Brother Du, are you going to listen to the sermon today as well? Then let's go together!"
Du Heng and his four companions immediately mixed into Xiaoyao Jian's team. The team leader Gu Lingfeng glanced at Du Heng, then he took out four spirit tablets from his sleeve and gave them to Du Heng and his companions one by one.
Du Heng looked at Gu Lingfeng's cold face and thanked him awkwardly: "Thank you, Senior Brother Gu."
Gu Lingfeng had been tormented by Du Heng and his friends for a while. Ever since Ye Wenqiu gave him the task of buying food for Du Heng and his friends, Gu Lingfeng had already visited all the food shops in Zhengyang City. He had been a member of the Divine Sword Sect since he was a child. He was diligent and hardworking, and was recognized as an excellent swordsman among his fellow disciples.
However, he was a person who didn't know the difference between grains. He couldn't tell the difference between flour and rice flour, nor could he tell the difference between millet and wheat on Du Heng's list. Many of the things Du Heng and his friends bought were used to feed spirit beasts. Sometimes the food vendors didn't mark them well, which led to him buying the wrong ones.
He once carried back a hundred kilograms of alum for Du Heng, but that time Du Heng asked for rock sugar.
Poor Gu Zhenren's cultivation career took a sharp turn for the worse after he met Du Heng. In order to prevent Feng Gui from taking him to account, he even distinguished basic ingredients in his dreams. He wanted to say: It's difficult, too difficult. He really wanted to be a sword cultivator with a clear breeze and bright moon, instead of standing in a grocery store asking about the price of rice and flour.
But Gu Lingfeng was a very reliable person. Even though he was in a lot of pain, he never showed any dissatisfaction. Even though his square face looked bitter and resentful recently... Bah, he looked like he was worried about the country and the people.
Xiaoxiao popped his head out of Du Heng's arms. He woke up too early today, so he went to sleep in Du Heng's arms. But he didn't know that when he popped his head out, he was warned by Gu Lingfeng: "Spiritual beasts are not allowed to enter the venue."
Xiaoxiao acted cute: "...chirp." Gu Lingfeng said seriously: "You can't go in even if you act cute."
Du Heng asked: "What if I use the spirit beast bag? Is the spirit beast bag okay?"
Gu Lingfeng shook his head: "When the Grand Elder preaches, many sword cultivators will come to listen, and the sword force will disturb the spirit beasts. In the past, there have been cases where the spirit beasts of cultivators were frightened by the sword force, so for your own good, it is best not to take the spirit beasts away."
Du Heng looked down at Xiao Xiao in embarrassment: "What should I do?"
Xiaoxiao flapped her little wings and jumped out of Du Heng's arms: "Chirp." If she doesn't want to go, then don't go. Isn't it good for him to just stay at home and eat, drink and have fun?
Du Heng took out a lot of snacks from his storage bag and put them in Xiaoxiao's storage bag: "You stay at home and take good care of the house. They will be left to you year after year." Xiaoxiao nodded: "Chirp."
He ran towards the dining hall with his storage bag on his back, causing the monks in the square to burst into laughter: "This little bird is so cute." "Yes, it's not afraid of strangers at all." "It's well raised."
The monks unanimously offered their spirit swords, and Du Heng felt waves of creepy spirit pressure coming at him. He touched the Qingshuang sword on his waist with envy. The Qingshuang sword was still decorated with tassels, and compared with the monks' shining spirit swords, the Qingshuang sword was several levels weaker.
Du Heng also wanted to swing his sword with great force, at least to show off his sword energy. However, he couldn't do that. Not to mention standing on the three-meter spiritual light behind the flying sword like other sword cultivators, he couldn't fly even if he stepped on the sword.
Fortunately, Feng Gui was one of the four. Feng Daxian waved his hand and his sword flew out, emitting a golden-red sword light. The color of Feng Gui's sword light was too dazzling, attracting the attention of many sword cultivators.
Jing Nan poked Feng Gui and said, "Keep a low profile, keep a low profile." Feng Gui nodded, "Yeah."
Feng Gui's sword light changed from dazzling golden red to a dark rusty red, looking like it was exhausted after using too much spiritual energy. The four of them flew up and stepped on the sword light behind the spiritual sword. After all the cultivators had mounted their swords, Gu Lingfeng shouted, "Let's go."
Hundreds of spiritual swords were fired at the same time in the training field. Du Heng hugged Xuan Yu's waist and exclaimed: "Ah, so handsome."
This was his second time flying on a sword. The first time, he learned that Wonton and the others were taken away by the staff of the general canteen. At that time, his heart was hanging in the air, and he had no intention of looking at the surrounding scenery. After this time, he could finally look around with peace of mind.
At this time, the sky was just getting light, and a round of rising sun burst out from the clouds. The golden sunlight passed through the barrier and fell on the land of Shenxu Palace. Looking down, the mountains of Shenxu Palace were surrounded by white mist. The dark green mountains, the white clouds, the golden palace on the mountain and the birds flying in the sky... Shenxu Palace was a fairyland with an ethereal atmosphere, which made people unable to take their eyes away.
The spectacular sight made Du Heng feel relaxed both physically and mentally. No wonder everyone wanted to cultivate immortality and ascend to heaven. The scenery from high places was indeed beautiful.
There were thousands of sword lights heading towards Shenhua Peak, and sword cultivators were standing on the colorful sword lights. At this moment, Du Heng felt extremely insignificant. He suddenly felt that a person's joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness were so insignificant in this world.
After this realization, the spiritual energy in Du Heng's body began to spin wildly. He closed his eyes involuntarily, and Xuan Yu quickly turned back to protect Du Heng.
Xiaoyao Jian and the others were delighted when they saw Du Heng's expression: "Oh, he suddenly got an epiphany? Junior Brother Du is really quick to understand!"
The epiphany came suddenly and went away quickly. When Feng Gui and the others arrived at the foot of Shenhua Peak, Du Heng had already opened his eyes.
He felt refreshed and relaxed. How to describe this feeling? It was like eating ice cream and walking into an air-conditioned room on a hot summer day, or like taking a refreshing bath, feeling refreshed from the inside out.
Xuan Yu looked at him gently: "How do you feel?" Du Heng smiled and said: "Very comfortable."
"Puchi——" a laugh came from the side.
Du Heng turned around and saw Xiaoyao Jian and the others laughing obscenely: "Junior Brother Du, what you said is ambiguous."
Du Heng's old face turned red. He and Xuan Yu often said this in another place. Now that the occasion was changed, he couldn't even look at these words.
Du Heng looked around and found himself in a huge square. At the end of the square, there were three-meter-wide steps that stretched upward and disappeared into the clouds. Du Heng was shocked when he saw the steps. They were too wide and too long, right? Du Heng would believe that it was a road to heaven.
Du Heng asked: "Where are we?"
Feng Gui said: "This is the south of Shenhua Peak. It is where the mountain gate of Shenhua Peak is located. The cultivators who come to Shenhua Peak have to walk up the steps to Zhengyang Hall." Du Heng always felt that something was wrong, but for a moment he couldn't think of what the problem was.
The monks took a short rest in the square and then started walking towards the stairs. Du Heng and his companions were also among them. Du Heng had a feeling that this would be the highest staircase he had ever climbed.
Jing Nan complained: "Shenxu Palace is really... bored and has nothing to do. Why build such high steps? Can't we just fly up on swords? Come on, Xixi, carry me, I don't want to walk anymore."
Feng Gui said to Jing Nan with a half-smile: "There is a formation on the road. The cultivators need to go up by themselves, otherwise they will be kicked down."
Jing Nan was about to explode: "Ah! Is there something wrong? What if I'm dying and I want to go to see Ji Qingyan with my sick body? Do you still want me to climb the whole staircase?"
Xuan Yu said slowly: "It's already that time, why did you go to find Ji Qingyan? Isn't it uncomfortable to lie down and wait for death?" Jing Nan rolled his eyes at Xuan Yu angrily.
Du Heng laughed so hard that his stomach hurt: "Stop it." Jing Nan was surrounded by sword cultivators from the Shenxu Palace. If they heard Jing Nan's complaints, they might reach out a hand and push him when Jing Nan reached the top of the stairs.
The monks were all in good physical condition, and they moved briskly on the steps, their speed not much different from flying swords. After an incense stick of time, Du Heng and his companions had climbed to the middle of the mountain.
Jing Nan groaned and sat down on the steps: "I won't go on. I can't walk anymore. Xixi, carry me~"
Feng Gui stood next to Jing Nan. He smiled and said, "You got drunk and made a fuss last night. You don't have the strength today, right? It's not that I don't want to carry you, but there is a formation on the mountain path. If I carry you, we will both be kicked off."
Jing Nan hummed: "Just kick him away, what's so good about Ye Wenqiu's preaching? Let's go home and sleep."
Du Heng listened to Jing Nan's complaints, and he stood on the steps and looked back in the direction of Nanshan. At this time, the sun had risen very high, and the terrain south of Shenhua Peak was open. After the morning mist was dissipated by the sun, a lake appeared next to the platform at the foot of the mountain.
The lake was sparkling, and there were countless flying boats moored by the lake. Du Heng saw with his sharp eyes that people were queuing up on the road outside the barrier, further south of the mooring area. The line stretched for five or six miles, and the number of people in the line was still increasing.
Du Heng saw many streamers coming from all directions and falling behind the team. He exclaimed: "So many people!"
Xuan Yu said: "Those are some independent cultivators and cultivators from small sects. They have to wait until Chenshi to come in. The inner disciples can come first." Du Heng sighed: "On the road to immortality, we are all ants."
After saying this, Du Heng found Xuan Yu nodding in agreement: "Yes. We are all ants."
Jing Nan finally finished making a scene, and Feng Gui was defeated. After Jing Nan scratched three red bars on his face, he could only accept his fate and carried Jing Nan on his back: "We agreed that if the two of us get kicked off..." Jing Nan happily lay on Feng Gui's back and said, "Then we'll go back to sleep."
Du Heng covered his face and really wanted to pretend that he didn't know these two people.
Even if Feng Gui carried Jing Nan on his back, he could still walk briskly. After observing for a while, Xuan Yu said to Du Heng: "It seems that the formation has failed. Are you tired? I will carry you?"
Du Heng shook his head: "If you can't even stand this little bit of road, how can you be a cultivator with a strong heart?"
It took three incense sticks to climb the mountain. When Du Heng reached the top, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally, I'm here. Just now I almost thought I would never be able to climb all the steps."
Jing Nan slid down from Feng Gui's back: "How can we not finish climbing? We can finish climbing as long as we climb." Du Heng rolled his eyes: "The person who is carried on someone's back has no right to speak."
Looking around again, Du Heng was shocked again. The monks of Shenxu Palace might like squares very much. This time he was in a huge square again, and at the other end of the square was the Zhengyang Palace he had seen before.
Du Heng finally understood what was going on with the uncomfortable feeling he had felt before.
When he came to Zhengyang Hall before, he came from the north. Zhengyang Hall faces south. There is only a narrow and crowded path to the north, and there is a cliff to the south. At that time, Zhengyang Hall was covered with snow and looked very old.
However, this time he came up from the south, and the Zhengyang Palace had changed to a north-facing south layout, facing a wide and long staircase. Moreover, the square here was several times larger than before, and the palace was twice as high, looking domineering and majestic.
It was as if all of a sudden, Zhengyang Palace was transformed from an old man in his twilight years to a young and vigorous population.
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Du Heng was dumbfounded. He hesitated and said, "Is this... Zhengyang Palace? Why is it different from what I saw before?"
Xuan Yu said: "There should be a formation on the Zhengyang Palace. The Zhengyang Palace we saw before was above the barrier, but now it is covered by the barrier. This is because the formation has changed. According to the range of this formation, this formation is very large. If you rush in rashly, you may be crushed by the formation."
Du Heng nodded woodenly: "Oh..." He would never dare to come and shake the formation of Zhengyang Palace. Isn't it better to live a good life? !
At this time, the Zhengyang Palace was crowded with people, and at first glance, they were all inner disciples wearing moon-white robes. To be honest, Du Heng was sometimes short-sighted, and when a group of people wore the same clothes, he could not tell who was who.
Fortunately, Xiaoyu and the others beside him were wearing the gray robes of mission disciples. They were so eye-catching among the inner disciples that Du Heng avoided the trouble of getting lost with his companions.
Du Heng could no longer find Gu Lingfeng and the others who brought them here, so he and Xiaoyu followed the crowd towards the main hall.
The last time he walked into the hall, the furnishings and arrangements inside were very simple. But this time, he felt like he had entered another world. A stone forest appeared in front of him. The stone forest was uneven, and the highest stone pillar was supported by a round boulder.
This shape... made Du Heng fantasize, and he couldn't help but look at Xuan Yu's lower body. Xuan Yu seemed to sense something, and he said calmly: "This should be the famous Stone Forest Illusion of Shenxu Palace, and that stone pillar is the core of the illusion, the Zhengyang Stone."
Du Heng was complaining crazily in his heart: Shouldn't this be renamed? Wouldn't it be just right to call it the Giant Sun Stone?
Du Heng was convinced at a glance that the senior who created the stone forest illusion must not be a serious person. Who would mess up the center of the formation like this?
The stone pillars and stone walls near Zhengyang Stone were connected in a row. The monks who arrived early had already found a place to stay on the stone wall and were waiting. There were also monks who were too lazy to climb up and sat directly between the stone pillars. Looking around, there were only a sea of heads.
Du Heng swept his consciousness and found that the area within a radius of three miles from Zhengyang Stone was already full of people. Looking at these monks crowded together, Jing Nan said with a headache: "It's better to go home and sleep."
Feng Gui said: "Now that we are here, let's find a place to sit down first." Feng Gui swept his spiritual sense and saw a stone wall with a flat top in the front right. The stone wall echoed the Zhengyang Stone in the distance, and it looked like a good place.
Just as Feng Gui was about to walk in that direction, he heard the voice of the cultivator next to him: "Hey, which mountain are you from? Why are you so unruly? That stone wall is reserved for the leaders of the other four major sects."
Feng Gui chuckled: "Master? If it is left to the Master, then who is she?"
Following Feng Gui's instructions, a woman in green appeared on the stone wall. Who else could it be but Jing Hong?
The monk said, "She must be the one who is madly infatuated with our leader. Whenever our leader opens an altar, she will spend a fortune to fight for this position."
Feng Gui looked at Jing Hong's face sarcastically, and he repeated playfully: "Spending a lot of money... Haha, I guess she must have a good relationship with your leader."
The monk said, "It's strange, this girl comes to our Shenxu Palace every year just to listen to the master's sermons. But she has never said a word to our master, and she leaves after each lecture."
Feng Gui raised his eyebrows, and there was some surprise in his words: "You didn't say a word?"
The monk nodded: "Why would I lie to you? We all thought that something would happen between her and our master, but up to now, these two people can only meet in the Stone Forest Illusionary Realm, and there is no chance for them to meet in private."
Jing Nan was puzzled: "Why is this?"
A cultivator nearby was also puzzled: "Who knows? This girl is not rich. The cultivators from the Divine Bone Peak said that she sold her most proud magic weapon in order to grab this position. I heard that she is a very famous person among the demon cultivators, but I don't know what happened. The demon cultivators don't like her very much."
Du Heng looked at Jinghong, who was sitting at the front of the stone wall. Jinghong looked completely different from before. Before, Jinghong was full of sadness, but now there were more stars in her eyes. After she sat down, she looked straight at the Zhengyang Stone, as if the wretched stone pillar was her lover.
Emotions can indeed make people blind. No matter if it's a human or a demon, once you get involved, there's no escape.
Feng Gui settled for the next best thing and pointed in a direction: "That way."
Birds have a natural advantage in finding places with good views. Feng Gui found a convex platform on a stone wall. Although it was not very high, he could see the Zhengyang Stone at a glance, and there was nothing blocking him. Although the location was a bit far back, it was enough for four people to sit on the steps with their feet hanging outside the stone wall.
The four of them quickly sat on the ledge. Du Heng squeezed between Xuan Yu and Jing Nan. He took out a storage bag from his pocket: "I prepared a lot of food." If Ye Wenqiu said he would stay for several days and nights, they would have enough food to cope with it!
The waiting time was unbearable. Du Heng only knew that there were more and more monks around him. After the Chenshi, a large group of people rushed into the Stone Forest Illusion. At a glance, there were three to four thousand people in the Stone Forest. Du Heng wanted to find where Wen Qiong and the others were, but after looking around, he couldn't see her.
Du Heng was surprised and asked, "Didn't they say that the Ten Thousand Sects Conference hasn't started yet? Why are there so many people?"
The cultivator next to him said, "If we really reach the Ten Thousand Sects Conference, the Stone Forest Illusion will be even larger than it is now, and there will be tens of thousands of cultivators coming in."
Xuan Yu whispered to Du Heng, "Ye Wenqiu and his friends preach in Shilin every twelfth month, and those who are able will come to listen." Du Heng suddenly realized, "So that's it!"
After a while, he became cheerful: "Hey, I suddenly remembered something. Do I have to pay spirit stones to come in and listen to the sermon?"
Feng Gui took out a nut cake from his storage bag. He ate it while saying, "Those who come in to listen to the teachings need to pay 10,000 spirit stones."
Du Heng was very happy: "It's great to be a disciple of the sect." Not only did they not have to pay spirit stones, but they could also make money by cooking! After deducting the cost during this period of time, they had earned more than one million spirit stones!
During the mortal hour, five more people appeared on the stone wall where Jinghong was. These five people seemed to appear in mid-air. As soon as the five people appeared, a commotion sounded in the illusion: "Look, the heads of the five major sects are here!"
Du Heng looked in the direction of the sound, and first he saw two elegantly dressed female cultivators. The two female cultivators were dressed in lavender gorgeous clothes and veils. One of them was tall and thin with sharp eyes, while the other had gentle eyebrows and eyes and a plump figure.
Du Heng heard the monk above him say, "Look at the two beauties, Langhuan!" His friend next to him said, "The taller one is Fairy Yujing, right? This pressure is too scary. Compared with Fairy Yujing, I think Fairy Suxian is gentler."
Du Heng had heard before that the Pavilion Masters of Langhuan Pavilion were twins, and they were inseparable. As the only pure female sect, the female practitioners of Langhuan Pavilion were a beautiful sight wherever they went. However, the cultivators only dared to look at the two without divine sense. As soon as Yu Jing glanced at them, the cultivators quickly withdrew their gazes.
Next to Yu Jing stood a man wearing a blue and white robe with gentle eyes and eyebrows. The man had fair skin and a beautiful beard, and he held a feather fan in his hand. Wherever he stood, people felt like they were bathed in spring breeze.
Xuan Yu and the others looked at each other: "Hmm..." Du Heng asked: "What's wrong?"
Xuan Yu said calmly, "It's okay." Feng Gui turned to the cultivator above him and asked, "Excuse me, fellow Taoist, who is the sect leader holding the feather fan next to Fairy Yu Jing?"
The cultivator above responded, "Master Wang Muye, the leader of Tianyi Sect! Don't you even recognize him?"
Feng Gui smiled and said, "As a country bumpkin, I naturally don't know such a great man. Now that I have seen him, I feel that Master Wang has an extraordinary demeanor and is worthy of admiration."
The cultivator smiled and said, "Yes, Master Wang single-handedly turned Tianyi Sect into one of the five major sects in the cultivation world. Without him, Tianyi Sect would have been in danger."
Next to Wang Muye stood a tall monk wearing a cloak. The cloak covered his face, and Du Heng could only see his forearm exposed outside the cloak. Oh! That forearm was almost thicker than his calf! That must be Wen Qiong, the leader of Dingkun Sect, right?
Speaking of which, his master is also Wen Qiong. His master is cute and lovely, and is a far cry from the leader of Dingkun Sect. Du Heng touched his chest thankfully. If his master had the same physique as the leader of Dingkun Sect, he would probably fall to the ground and be unable to get up after one punch from her.
As if sensing Du Heng's sarcastic gaze, Wen Qiong actually turned her head in the direction of Du Heng! Du Heng quickly turned his head away and pretended to talk to Jing Nan. He was sweating. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Wen Qiong had seen through everything he had just thought!
Next to Wen Qiong stood a handsome man wearing silver-white armor and carrying a long gun on his back. The man was about the same height as Du Heng, but his aura was a million times stronger than Du Heng's. If one had to use one word to describe this man, it would be domineering!
Needless to say, this must be Yang Yuanqing, the leader of Zhenhuang Mountain who is straighter than a gun.
The five people were standing on the stone wall with amazing momentum. Compared with them, Jinghong, who was at the front, appeared very abruptly. She was like a young girl in love who broke into a group of powerful people who could decide life and death. But the amazing thing was that Jinghong was not overwhelmed by the aura of any of them.
After the four major sect leaders appeared, a flash of inspiration appeared on the Zhengyang Stone. Ji Qingyan stood in the middle of the stone. The scene was so beautiful that Du Heng almost went blind. He once again felt that the creator of the Stone Forest Illusion was not a serious person and had screwed over his younger generations.
Ji Qingyan saluted to the monks in the stone forest and said, "Thank you all for coming to the Stone Forest Illusion. Now, please allow our sect's Grand Elder to preach to you." After saying this, Ji Qingyan disappeared.
Du Heng's eyes bulged out. Did Sect Leader Ji appear just to make the announcement?
Ye Wenqiu's young face with an old look appeared in Du Heng's mind. He had to say that the supreme elder of Shenxu Palace was too amazing. How could he preach to everyone with such a young face?
But when Ye Wenqiu appeared, Du Heng's hand trembled and he almost shook the storage bag under the platform. Who is that handsome man on the stage? !
Du Heng thought that Ji Qingyan was already one of the most handsome men he had ever seen, but he didn't expect Ye Wenqiu to add the word "more"!
Ye Wenqiu was wearing a neatly-tied hair crown, with a face as beautiful as jade, hair as sharp as a knife, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, looking dignified but not angry. The moon-white Taoist robe of Shenxu Palace made him look like a banished immortal!
Du Heng was dumbfounded: "Ye Wenqiu??" Where is that cute kid who is not as tall as Jian?! Give that cute kid back to him!
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Du Heng was in tears. He just wanted to know what was wrong with the elders of Shenxu Palace. Why were they pretending to be young?
Feng Gui said: "Ye Wenqiu is practicing the Rejuvenation Sword Technique. When he practices to a certain level, he will be able to regain his youth." Du Heng narrowed his eyes: "So he can now turn into an old man or a child at will?"
Feng Gui looked at Du Heng suspiciously and said, "Any cultivator who has reached the Golden Core stage can change his or her appearance at will. What nonsense are you talking about?"
Du Heng looked towards Ye Wenqiu with grief and anger. He gave Ye Wenqiu a big cross in his heart: "Liar!" He actually used such a cute appearance to trick him into giving him crispy pork and dried fish!
Ye Wenqiu stood on the Zhengyang Stone and saluted everyone. A great spiritual energy came towards him. Du Heng felt a flash before his eyes. In a trance, he felt that he was in the void. Ye Wenqiu, who was several miles away from him before, seemed to be right in front of him.
I guess this is the mystery of the Stone Forest Fantasy, right?
After Ye Wenqiu finished his greeting, he sat cross-legged, his eyes calmly looking straight ahead, as if he was looking directly at everyone in the illusion. Du Heng immediately put away his messy thoughts, and as Ye Wenqiu's voice entered his ears, it was as if a picture scroll was unfolding in front of his eyes.
Ye Wenqiu's voice was like jade, more stable than Ji Qingyan's cold voice. Listening to him speak was a kind of enjoyment. People who heard his voice could not help but immerse themselves in it.
Ye Wenqiu talked about the Dao of the Sword today, and he started with the selection of sword tactics. Don't underestimate the selection of sword tactics. A person with a fiery temper must have a sword move like a raging fire. Soft sword moves will only drag him down.
Sword moves are only the most basic things. Once the sword moves are formed, they will form sword momentum and sword intent. Of course, this is something more mysterious.
Du Heng was so enchanted by what he heard that he even forgot where he was. When Ye Wenqiu got excited, he wanted to draw out his sword and dance with it.
Time passed by little by little, and when Ye Wenqiu finished speaking, Du Heng and the others realized that two days and one night had passed! They didn't even feel the passage of time, they just felt that they were still not satisfied.
However, Ye Wenqiu had almost finished what he wanted to say. In the following time, Ye Wenqiu would answer some of the bottlenecks encountered by sword cultivators in their practice. Some of the bolder ones could even ask him for a ray of sword intent.
Just as the sword cultivators were organizing their words to ask Ye Wenqiu, a head popped out from Ye Wenqiu's clothes! The cultivators' consciousness was all attracted to the head in Ye Lao's arms, and they saw a round and plump...big bird emerging from Ye Lao's arms.
Du Heng and the others had a mouthful of blood stuck in their throats. How did Xiaoxiao come out from Ye Wenqiu's clothes? !
Xiaoxiao climbed out of Ye Wenqiu's clothes neatly, jumped onto Ye Wenqiu's thigh and shook his feathers. Seeing the sword cultivators' spiritual consciousness directed at him, he gracefully performed the Feather Clan's wing-spreading salute to the cultivators.
Ye Wenqiu looked at Xiaoxiao tenderly. He reached out and touched Xiaoxiao's head: "My fellow Taoists, if you have any doubts, please speak up and we can discuss it together."
Xiaoxiao squinted his eyes and rubbed Ye Wenqiu's fingers. He took out a storage bag from under his wings, sat on Ye Wenqiu's thighs and started to take out food.
But Xiaoxiao was almost suffocated to death after staying in the storage bag for two days and one night.
Du Heng whispered to Jing Nan: "Nan Nan, Xiaoxiao is up there, he won't be recognized by the demon cultivators in the field, right?" Especially with Jinghong in the field, Jinghong won't recognize him, right?
Jing Nan smiled and said, "Don't worry, the cubs of the Feather Tribe all look similar. Xiaoxiao has been raised in the village for these years, and few people have seen him. If they are not familiar with him, they will not recognize him. What's more, we have changed his fur color and size, so it won't be a big problem."
Xiaoxiao took out a lot of delicious food from his storage bag, such as potato chips, dried taro, pea crisps, and nut crisps, and he ate them with great pleasure. While eating, he also fed Ye Wenqiu in a friendly way, putting a few pieces of dried taro in Ye Wenqiu's palm, and then a few pieces of egg yolk rice crust.
The demon cultivators didn't recognize Xiaoxiao, but the cultivators in the training ground did. Gu Lingfeng's face turned pale: "Why did it run to Master Ye's place?"
Xiaoxiao squinted his eyes and ate the delicious food with a crunch. He also slurped his milk tea. The aroma of the snacks drifted through the formation to the noses of the monks in the field. It was so fragrant that everyone wanted to reach into Xiaoxiao's storage bag and grab a handful.
The snacks made by Du Heng were delicious, and someone actually took a shot at Xiaoxiao's storage bag. Wen Qiong, the head of Dingkun Sect, stretched out his hand and took the milk tea from Xiaoxiao's storage bag.
Xiaoxiao looked in Wen Qiong's direction and stretched out his two paws seriously, opening and closing them: "Chirp."
Wen Qiong's voice was mellow: "Eight hundred spirit stones?" Xiaoxiao nodded: "Chirp, chirp, chirp."
Wen Qiong waved his hand, and eight hundred sparkling spirit stones appeared in front of Xiao Xiao. Xiao Xiao immediately jumped off Ye Wenqiu and began to pick up the spirit stones into another storage bag. He was round-faced, and he nodded his head when picking up the spirit stones, which made the monks present laugh kindly.
Wen Qiong held the milk tea in a bamboo tube in his hands, and he sipped it without hesitation. The sweet milky smell made Yang Yuanqing and Wang Muye beside him laugh and cry: "Master Wen actually likes this?"
Wen Qiong did not shy away from the question: "Yes, would the two sect leaders like a drink? I can treat you."
When she heard the word "treat", Xiaoxiao immediately turned her head and looked at Wen Qiong with sparkling eyes: "Chirp~"
Wen Qiong immediately scattered sixteen thousand spirit stones around Xiaoxiao. Xiaoxiao generously opened his storage bag and let Wen Qiong take two cups of milk tea. He also gave him a small bag of egg yolk rice crust as a friendly gift.
An ignorant monk asked, "Is this little pet Elder Ye's?" The monks in the training ground introduced, "No, it's a bird raised by our dining hall chef. It's very cute, and Elder Ye likes it very much."
Xiaoxiao was busy making money, while Ye Wenqiu still maintained his sage-like demeanor. These two completely different styles coexisted strangely.
Du Heng whispered to Xuan Yu: "Is it really okay for Xiaoxiao to do this?" Selling snacks in public, and at such a high price, will the monks really not shave all his hair off?
Xuan Yu said: "Since Ye Wenqiu is with him, he will protect him well."
However, Wen Qiong was the only one who bought milk tea. After all, this was a conference to discuss the Dao, and the focus was on discussing the Dao.
Wen Qiong also gave out the other two cups of milk tea. He originally wanted to treat Yang Yuanqing and Wang Muye, but the two clan leaders didn't like the sweet stuff. However, Yu Jing and Su Xian from Langhuan Pavilion liked the taste of milk tea very much, so Wen Qiong gave the milk tea to the two female clan leaders.
The most exciting thing is the discussion of the monks, and the fights with real swords and guns always make people's blood boil. When the spiritual energy vibrates violently, the stones on the Zhengyang Stone are shaking.
Du Heng's heart was in his throat, he was worried that Xiaoxiao would fall. However, his worry was unnecessary, Xiaoxiao quickly rolled into Ye Wenqiu's arms after selling three cups of milk tea.
The next time Xiaoxiao showed up was an hour later. While everyone was resting, he crawled out of the storage bag and saluted everyone, then opened the storage bag and started eating. After two cups of tea, he quickly packed up the storage bag and rolled into Ye Wenqiu's arms.
After a while, everyone realized that this little guy was just taking the opportunity to sell things. Although his storage bag is small, it can hold a lot of things.
When they crawled out for the first time, Xiaoxiao sold three cups of milk tea. The second time, the two female clan leaders of Langhuan Pavilion bought a few cups of fruit tea and distributed them to the other clan leaders, of course, Yang Yuanqing was not included. In addition, they also bought a few chicken cakes and egg yolk cakes, and naturally, Yang Yuanqing was excluded.
When they climbed out for the third time, Zhenhuang Mountain Sect Master Yang Yuanqing was furious. He waved his hand and took all the beef jerky, duck neck and chicken wings that Xiaoxiao brought out. Then he distributed them to Wen Qiong and the others, but did not give any to the two Sect Masters of Langhuan Pavilion.
Xiaoxiao was buried in the spirit stone. He looked in the direction of several sect leaders in confusion, completely unaware that he had unknowingly provoked infighting among the sects.
He turned around and chirped for help from Ye Wenqiu. Ye Wenqiu rescued him from the spirit stone and fed him two dried fish with a happy smile as a token of friendship.
Elder Ye did not despise it. He pinched the golden fish between his slender fingers and tasted it carefully. Du Heng fried the small fish from the sea. Each of them was longer than a palm. There was only one bone in the thin and long body, and the rest was meat. After frying, the bones were crispy and tasted fragrant and crispy.
Elder Ye and Xiaoxiao finished eating the dried fish together, and Xiaoxiao nimbly climbed into his arms again. He thought he could sell a lot of spirit stones this time, and see if his uncle would still laugh at him!
The monks below clenched their fists, waiting for the little spirit pet to come out next time, they would buy a small dried fish to eat no matter what. And the sect masters were too much, the fragrance wafted out, even if they took out the fasting pills and swallowed them, they still couldn't suppress the greed in their stomachs!
Du Heng sighed, and he took out a small dried fish and stuffed it into his mouth: "I didn't want to eat the dried fish, but Xiaoxiao tempted me and I couldn't resist it."
Xuan Yu smiled and said, "Because you really haven't eaten for a long time, how about we leave early in a while?"
They had nothing to ask Ye Wenqiu. Du Heng's current cultivation level was not high enough to require him to ask Ye Wenqiu anything. He stayed here just to watch the fun.
Du Heng shook his head after hearing this: "No, no, Xiaoxiao is here. Are you comfortable leaving him here?"
Feng Gui said insincerely: "Don't worry, if he has the ability to follow Ye Wenqiu out, he has the ability to go back alive. If Ye Wenqiu can't even protect him, he might as well die early."
Jing Nan covered Feng Gui's mouth with his hand and said, "Do you want to be beaten up by the cultivators of Shenxu Palace? You are talking nonsense without even setting up the barrier."
Xuan Yu said calmly: "It's okay, the people around were attracted by the dried fish, they didn't hear it."
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