"Time is like a white crane, traveling millions of miles in one go. Three hundred years have passed, and many legends have been buried …"
This was an antique restaurant. The lobby was filled with diners with different expressions. It was already past noon, but the diners had yet to leave. That was because a wandering storyteller had come to the restaurant and was telling a story that had happened in the distant Great Immortal Realm three hundred years ago. "Speaking of which, since the nine coffins fell from the sky, in the past three hundred years, cultivation geniuses have emerged one after another. Generation after generation, outstanding talents have emerged, and the Celestial Family of Tian Yuan has also become stronger day by day. The Shenxiao Palace, which had crossed the sea of stars and wanted to occupy Tian Yuan, has now been destroyed, and the remaining divine beings have been driven into the sea, living in fear. In outer space, the Philosophers Dojo and the Thirty-three Heavens have been constantly fighting, and the Thirty-three Heavens have been losing ground …"
"… Speaking of this, I have to mention the most legendary generation in the past three hundred years!"
At this point, the storyteller slammed the gavel on the table and said with a smile, "Speaking of heroes, in Tian Yuan, there is no lack of heroes. Whether it is the four Holy Masters of the Philosophers Dojo who once played with the heavens and won by half a chess piece, or the nine Sages who withstood the greatest pressure from the Thirty-three Heavens in the early stage of the war, they are all supreme existences in the eyes of Tian Yuan. But speaking of legends, I have to mention the thirty-six Immortal Monarchs who are ranked at the top of the Investiture of the Gods. The oldest among them is only a thousand years old, but they are already famous existences in the world!"
"Among them, there's the Sword Saint of the Yuan Clan who stopped a million soldiers with a single strike of his sword three hundred years ago. There's also the Fuyao Palace's Situ who broke through the stars with a single finger two hundred years ago. There's also the Martial God Lv Fengxian who entered and exited the Immortal Execution Formation one hundred and fifty years ago. Of course, there's also the Golden Crow Saint Venerable Great Demon Immortal who shocked everyone and swallowed a Small Immortal Realm with a single bite 90 years ago …"
"The young Immortal Monarchs who left their names on the Investiture of the Gods all have endless legends to write about. I'm afraid I can't finish talking about them even if I talk about them for three days and three nights. But when it comes to the legends among the legends, there is an interesting story. It is said that during an Immortal Meeting in the Philosophers Dojo, someone wanted to make an Immortal Book to make merit for these legendary Immortal Monarchs. The Immortal Monarchs were not convinced and were unwilling to be inferior to others, so they fought for the second place on the Immortal Book, but the first place on the Immortal Book was recommended by the public …"
At this point, the storyteller smiled and said nothing, deliberately keeping the audience.
One of the diners below immediately shouted, "Is it the Sword Sage of the Yuan family?"
Another person objected, "It must be the Fuyao Palace Master with three thousand wives and concubines, who broke stars with a finger!"
Someone even raised an objection, "From what the storyteller said, it can be seen that none of these people are recognized. I think it might be the white-haired Xiao Witch who appeared in the Thirty-three Heavens, assassinated the Immortal Generals, and was once chased by three Immortal Monarchs …"
The storyteller took a sip of tea and sighed, "Everyone guessed wrong. That person is a deceased hero!"
The diners' expressions froze when they heard this. Soon, someone sighed and said, "Ah, yes, that is the Black Demon Song Guichan of the Northern Region of China. One hundred and fifty years ago, he was the first person to break into the Immortal Execution Array. In the end, he killed eight hundred enemies, but he was suppressed by an Immortal Monarch …"
Another person said, "It should be the Great Elder of Fuyao Palace, Dao Wufang? He was killed by the Great Demon Darknorth because of a disagreement in ideology! "
Hearing these discussions, in a seat by the window of the restaurant, there was a man in black clothes with a calm aura, like an ordinary person. His face was a little old, but he looked like a young man. He looked a little disappointed. He poured a cup of wine from the huge jar on the table and then spilled it on the ground. He looked out of the window and fell into a daze …
"I think it's Lord Xiahou. A hundred years ago, he fought with the Jiuyou Deity King for three days and three nights. He died of exhaustion and perished together …"
"Lord Xiahou is respectable, but he doesn't seem to be qualified to be ranked above the Yuan family Sword Sage and the Golden Crow Great Demon Venerable, right?"
In the main hall, the discussion was still going on, and a conclusion had yet to be decided.
"What do you mean? It's just that Lord Xiahou died too early and didn't have the chance to enter the Zhuzi Taoist Field. Otherwise, with his talent, I'm afraid that he's not worse than the Yuan family Sword Sage. You know, when he was only 20 years old, he once fought with the Southern Ghost King and then withstood ten moves. At that time, he was only in the Gold Core Realm. Do you think his talent is not high? "
"Oh, that's just because the Southern Ghost King cherishes talent. He only dismantled Wu Fa and took the opportunity to enlighten Xiahou. He didn't use his cultivation to suppress Xiahou. Otherwise, with the Southern Ghost King's cultivation that can kill Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, do you think Xiahou can withstand just a breath of his?"
Seeing that the topic had become off-topic, the storyteller hurriedly put down his teacup and said with a wry smile, "Everyone, please don't argue and don't be angry. These people you're talking about are naturally great heroes and heroes who are respected by all ages, but they're not the one I'm talking about. I'm sorry that I didn't make it clear enough, but the one who was elected by all the Immortal Emperors as the number one person is not someone who died in the past 300 years, but 300 years ago …"
At this point, the storyteller's tone became solemn and he said with a serious expression, "Back then, it was he who caused havoc in the Six Demon Heavens and disrupted the power of the 33 Heavens, so that the 33 Heavens couldn't really gather an army to attack the Zhuzi Taoist Field for a hundred years. It was also he who suppressed two noble Imperial Princes in the Six Demon Heavens … They were the sons of the Immortal Emperor … That gave the Zhuzi Taoist Field the capital to negotiate with the 33 Heavens. It was also he who took back the Dot Immortal Brush from the 33 Heavens and gave it to the Zhuzi Taoist Field in return, which greatly increased the strength of the Zhuzi Taoist Field and gave it to the Zhuzi Taoist Field. This greatly increased the strength of the Zhuzi Taoist Field and gave it to the Zhuzi Taoist Field. This person is …"
When he said this, the restaurant became strangely quiet.
The customers all whispered to each other. Some praised, some disdained, but most of them let out long sighs …
"Mister is right. I've also heard of this person's deeds. He is indeed a great hero …"
After a long time, someone finally let out a long sigh and raised his wine cup to the sky in a toast.
"That's right. I've also heard that there are several portraits hanging in the Great Snow Mountain's Immortal Palace, and this person is one of them. It's said … it's said that he did many wrong things in the past, but he eventually came to his senses and made great contributions. The prodigal son who repents is more valuable than gold …"
"Hmph, what prodigal son who repents is more valuable than gold?"
However, just as the customers were discussing spiritedly, someone suddenly laughed coldly. The voice suppressed the crowd and said coldly, "You're talking about Fang Mo from 300 years ago, right? He's not a good person. Back in the cultivation world, he did all kinds of evil and was hated by everyone. In the Tianyuan Era, he joined the Divine Night Palace in order to survive. When he couldn't survive, he went to the Thirty-three Heavens. In the end, the Thirty-three Heavens couldn't tolerate him and sent people to hunt him down. Later, the Yuan family's Sword Sage, the Golden Crow Great Holy Venerable, and the others went to the Thirty-three Heavens to save him. In the end, his life was at its end and he was killed. The Yuan family's Sword Sage and the others took revenge for him and suppressed the two princes and brought back the Immortal Point Brush … "
These words were already very unpleasant to the ears. Everyone turned to look and saw that the person who spoke was a young man dressed in embroidered clothes. At a glance, they could tell that he was of noble status. There was an air of arrogance between his brows. "… Ha, he was originally a demon who did all kinds of evil, but in the end, he became a great hero in the mouth of the people. It's obvious how foolish the people are. How absurd!"
When someone heard this, he was angry and said coldly, "Young friend, the ancient records clearly state that this senior's name has been corrected. When he was in the Tianyuan Era, he pretended to join the Divine Night Palace in order to fight for the God Sealing Treasure. In the end, he made a great contribution, but he left unjustly. This matter has the bloodline of the Untainted Species in the Demonic Abyss as a witness, and has also been recognized by the nine Sages. What's the point of bringing it up again? "Furthermore, the ancient records clearly state the matter of the Six Demon Heavens. He was the one who returned the Immortal Point Brush and suppressed the two princes. Yet, you're speaking carelessly and slandering the senior. Isn't this a bit too much?"
"Hmph, the ancient records only record what the big shots want you to know. What do you know about the details?"
The young man in embroidered clothes sneered. "My second granduncle once told me personally that Fang Xing was a great demon. The evil he did in the past was enough for his spirit to be obliterated ten thousand times. In the end, he died in the Thirty-three Heavens. That was his good fortune …"
"Who is your second granduncle?"
Someone sneered. "The ancient records clearly state it, but you don't believe them. Instead, you believe the nonsense of others?"
For a time, sounds of discussion arose from all over the hall, and it seemed to be clamorous. Most of the people cast disdainful gazes at the young man in embroidered clothes. Rumors and slanders were always the most detestable. That Demon Fang was originally from the Southern Gazing Sect, so the people of the Southern Gazing Sect naturally had more intent to protect him. Moreover, since the nine Saints cleared the name of that Senior 300 years ago, he'd already obtained the reverence of countless young cultivators. Even though there were indeed good and bad legends related to him, it was precisely because of this that everyone believed him to be true. The matters recorded in the books had already taken root in the hearts of everyone, so when they heard someone dissing them at this moment, they naturally felt displeased!
"Nonsense?"
The expression of the young man in embroidered clothes suddenly changed. He glanced coldly at the crowd and shouted in a deep voice, "My second granduncle is Xiao Jianzhi, who entered the Philosophers Dojo a hundred years ago. You fools also have the guts to say that his words are nonsense? Do you want to die? "
As soon as these words were spoken, the hall immediately fell silent, and countless people looked at him with reverence.
"Haha, Xiao Zhiyuan, you're talking nonsense again …"
But just at this moment, a faint voice came from the door. Everyone turned around and saw a tall and slender young man walking in. Beside him, there was a lazy male lion. It was so mighty that everyone who met him avoided him. The young man walked in, glanced at the disciple of the Xiao Family from afar, and sneered. "I heard that someone was talking about the heroic deeds of my family's Ancestor Fang, so I specially came to listen. I didn't expect to hear you talking nonsense as soon as I arrived here. Humph, the story of Ancestor Fang was approved by the nine Sages and the Immortal Monarchs of the Philosophers Dojo. It's clearly recorded in the ancient records. Do you think you can smear the old man's name just by talking nonsense?"
The atmosphere in the restaurant immediately became much more oppressive, and everyone looked at the young man.
"Who is this person? How dare he speak to a disciple of the Xiao Family like this?"
"Judging from his identity and the lion beside him, he must be a disciple of the Yu Family …"
Someone discussed in a low voice and quickly guessed the identity of the young man. If there was anyone who dared to speak to a disciple of the Xiao Family like this in the land of Chu Nan, then there was no doubt that it was the Yu Family of the Bohai Country. It was also a great family that had existed for more than four hundred years, and its qualifications and background were much stronger than the Xiao Family. With the ancestor of the Yu Family in charge, even the Xiao Family didn't dare to force them too much. There were also rumors that Senior Fang had always been worshiped in the ancestral hall of the Yu Family, and was worshiped as "Ancestor" by the Yu Family!
"Yu Huairou, how dare you speak to me like this?"
Xiao Zhiyuan saw the disciple of the Yu Family and said coldly with a cold gaze.
"You're disrespectful to a senior who has made great contributions, and you're spreading rumors and causing trouble. Can't I say anything?"
Yu Huairou wasn't afraid of him at all. She slowly picked a chair and sat down, and replied in a rather tough tone.
"Hmph, what I said was said by my second ancestor, it's absolutely true!"
Xiao Zhiyuan shouted coldly, "My second ancestor said that he didn't see the statue of that demon in the Holy Hall of the Philosophers Dojo. Logically speaking, even if he didn't enter the Philosophers Dojo, as long as he made great contributions and turned over a new leaf, the Philosophers Dojo would erect a statue of him. Just like Star Lord Xiahou back then, although he didn't have the chance to enter the Philosophers Dojo, after he died with the God King of Nine Serenities, the Philosophers Dojo still included him in the list. As for that demon, hmph, if he …"
"Hmph your grandpa …"
Yu Huairou sneered and directly interrupted him, "How do you know if the Philosophers Dojo doesn't accept Ancestor Fang, or if Ancestor Fang doesn't intend to enter? I hate people like you the most. I don't know where you heard some rumors from, but you use them to spout nonsense. One is your second ancestor's guess, and the other is written in the ancient books. Which one do you think is trustworthy? Do you really think that by going against others, you're the only one who's sober? Do you think you're a pure and flawless white lotus? Stop messing around, Brother Xiao. Perhaps it's not that the world is drunk, but you're just like a clown, boasting shamelessly. It's not wrong to respect your seniors … "
These sarcastic and mocking words caused Xiao Zhiyuan's expression to darken to the extreme.
Yu Huairou, on the other hand, was relaxed. She threw a ten taels gold ingot in front of the storyteller, crossed her legs, and said with a smile, "Old mister, just continue. Use 120% of your strength. I'll never get tired of hearing the story of Ancestor Fang!"
"This …"
The storyteller was in a difficult position. The gold ingot tempted him, but the Xiao Clan couldn't be offended!
"Yu Huairou, what I hate the most is your lousy mouth …"
At this moment, Xiao Zhiyuan's expression changed drastically. His face was filled with anger as he shouted at Yu Huairou.
"Hehe, so what if you hate me? My ancestor likes it. He said that I have the style of Ancestor Fang …"
Yu Huairou said proudly with a smile.
"You …" Humph! "
Xiao Zhiyuan stood up and sneered, "I won't say anything if your Yu Family wants to worship that devil. That's your own business. But you actually dared to disrespect my second great grandfather. I can't tolerate you anymore. Come to think of it, we haven't fought for a long time!"
When these words were spoken, there was a faint killing intent in them.
When Yu Huairou heard this, her eyes lit up. She smiled and said, "You want to fight? Do you think I, Young Master Yu, am afraid of you? "
The murderous aura was about to burst out at any moment. Everyone in the main hall was already trembling with fear. They wanted to sneak out quietly, afraid that they would be caught in the crossfire. Only the man in black revealed a smile at this moment. He glanced at the young master of the Yu family and nodded his head in satisfaction. Then he leaned against the window, crossed his legs, and hugged the jug of wine in his arms. He looked like he was ready to watch a good show …
"Xiao Family's Iron Eagle Sword …"
Xiao Zhiyuan looked at Yu Huairou from afar and didn't say anything for a long time. After enduring for a long time, he suddenly let out a roar. The sword light slashed out like a waterfall. That sword light actually transformed into a ferocious giant eagle in the air. With a whoosh, it swept over and tore the tables and chairs in the hall into pieces. An extremely ferocious cry rang out. In the blink of an eye, the giant eagle had already arrived in front of Yu Huairou!
"Iron Lion Treasure Image!"
Yu Huairou didn't make a sound until the giant eagle rushed in front of him. Suddenly, with a deep roar, magic power surged behind him, transforming into the appearance of a ferocious wild boar. It was completely different from Yu Huairou's rather handsome appearance. It walked the path of unparalleled toughness. With a rumble, it collided with the iron eagle formed by the sword light …
Hualala …
The dense light that was produced from the annihilation directly swept out to the surroundings, scaring all the diners in the hall to the point of crying for their parents!
However, at least these two young masters still had a sense of propriety and didn't affect the crowd. Their momentum looked fierce, but there was no real killing intent. After the huge light lit up, the young master of the Yu family, Yu Huairou, suddenly rushed out. The wild boar spirit image behind him revealed a fierce gaze as it crashed in front of the young master of the Xiao family, Xiao Zhiyuan. The young master of the Xiao family was shocked. His sword momentum suddenly changed. Just as he was about to attack, the strength in his hand mysteriously loosened. He couldn't react in time and was hit in the chest by Yu Huairou!
"Crack …"
Xiao Zhiyuan flew out and crashed into a wall, coughing out large mouthfuls of blood.
"Haha, Brother Xiao, your cultivation hasn't improved at all …"
Yu Huairou laughed out loud, looking very proud. He slowly dusted his clothes, and the lion beside him also growled.
"Yu … Huairou, you … you better remember this!"
Xiao Zhiyuan fell to the ground and wanted to get up, but he didn't have enough strength and fell down again. Beside him, the servant who was serving him hurriedly came over to support him, but was slapped to the ground by him. Then, he suppressed the chaotic blood in his heart and forced himself to slow down. He didn't know how many people around him were looking at him with gloating eyes, but he was embarrassed. Naturally, he couldn't stay here any longer. He fiercely said some harsh words to Yu Huairou, then slowly walked into the distance with his hand on his chest. He couldn't even use his Qi!
"You say this kind of thing every time, it's really boring …"
Yu Huairou sneered proudly and ignored him. Seeing that the restaurant was almost ruined, the storyteller naturally couldn't listen to her anymore, so she threw a gold ingot to the shopkeeper who was hiding behind the counter. She then stretched out her hand and grabbed the storyteller who was about to slip out by the wall and said with a smile, "Don't go, you've already accepted my gold, so you have to have a good talk. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go to another restaurant, find a place with more people to talk. You put in all your effort and tell a more exciting story, I'll reward you with gold later … …"
After saying that, he inadvertently turned his head and was slightly startled.
He only remembered that there was a man in black sitting by the window. When he and Xiao Zhiyuan were fighting, the man was very calm, which made him admire him a little. He wanted to make friends with him, but he didn't expect that the window was already empty. There was no one.
"Could it be that my eyes are playing tricks on me?"
He thought about it, but he couldn't figure it out, so he shook his head and simply stopped thinking about it.
"Yu Huairou, I … I will kill you sooner or later …"
"I … My second ancestor is coming back soon. At that time, I must ask him to help me vent my anger!"
Xiao Zhiyuan was seriously injured and couldn't hold on any longer. He didn't want to fall in front of others, so he forced himself into a narrow alley. He wanted to rest for a while and then hire a carriage to send him home. He only hated the arrogant Yu Huairou in his heart and kept cursing. But just as he entered the narrow alley, he felt his eyes darken. He subconsciously raised his head and saw a man in black standing in front of him!
The man stood with his hands behind his back, standing in front of him, as if he had covered all the light in the world.
"You … Who are you?"
Xiao Zhiyuan was slightly shocked and subconsciously felt some fear as he asked in a low voice.
"Who am I?"
The man sneered and slowly turned around. It was just a light movement, but in Xiao Zhiyuan's eyes, it was as if the world had turned upside down. It actually made him feel a little dizzy. When he came to his senses, the black-clothed man's palm was already on his neck. Then, he only heard a voice ringing in his ears, and his heart was filled with fear like a tidal wave!
"You scolded me for a long time, and now you're asking who I am?"
"Kacha", Xiao Zhiyuan's eyes became blank …
When the servants of the Xiao Family entered the alley and saw Xiao Zhiyuan's corpse, they saw that his face was filled with unerasable fear. His eyes had already become dry, but in the depths of his pupils, endless regret could still be seen … ….
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