Legend of Immortal Cultivation in Myriad Realms

Chapter 396
The sun is shining brightly, the mountains are green and the water is green, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant everywhere.

Clouds and mist linger, water splashes and splashes, and a red carp leaps over the dragon gate.

The sword is shining, the yellow skirt is fluttering, and the girl is laughing and laughing.

Three tile houses, a bamboo forest behind the mountain, and a boy lying on the bluestone platform.

With a soft cry, the boy woke up leisurely, smelling the smell of alcohol around him, the breeze in his ears, and the girl laughing.

Chu Tian bent down and sat up, grabbed the wine gourd on the blue stone platform, looked at the girl in yellow in the bamboo forest, and sighed softly: "I was greedy for a drink for a while, but I was drunk for three years. I only hope that the gods will find it in the wine."

The sapphire master he inherited is really a wine fairy who is good at making wine and even better at drinking wine.

"Senior brother, you are awake!"

The yellow skirt floated over, and the color of surprise was beyond words.

"Ah."

Chu Tian nodded.

During this trip, Chu Tian discovered that the spiritual energy in this world is so rich that it can be transformed into the original immortal power immediately with just one breath, and the whole person is extremely comfortable.

After accepting the memory, Chu Tian realized that he had become the head of a third-rate sect—the head of Qingyu Sect.

The task is also very general, there is only one to develop Qingyumen and make Qingyumen a famous sect.

Without a standard of measurement, Chu Tian was not sure for a moment what this famous sect looked like to be considered famous.

However, now there are only [-] people in this sect, including myself as the sect leader, and the most powerful one is the little junior sister Mudan in the yellow skirt in front of me.

Possesses the strength of the realm of transforming gods, and is also an elder of Qingyumen.

Next to him is his senior brother Liu Poor, who has cultivated for [-] years and became a Loose Immortal, but he can no longer make any progress.

The remaining thirty disciples are generally in the innate realm.Before that, there were not so few disciples. When the Qingyu Sect was at its peak, it also had three hundred inner disciples. It was only after the master was eaten by the scorpion spirit in the Black Wind Cave of Baiyun Mountain that he also had three hundred disciples. Walking away, scattered, only two or three big cats and kittens are left now.

"Brother Sect Leader, don't drink anymore. You have been drunk for three years, and our Qingyu Sect has become more and more depressed. You are the backbone of our Qingyu Sect!"

Mudan worriedly looked at the wine gourd in Chutian's hand.

"Don't worry, save this wine for later."

As soon as Chu Tian stopped, the wine gourd was taken into Qian Kun's sleeve.

But this wine is really a good thing, it is the spiritual wine brewed by Qingyumen itself, after taking a sip, the full spiritual energy will flow through the whole body, it is wonderful!

For the past three years, Dameng Chunqiu has no hunger in his body. Instead, he feels comfortable when he wakes up. He only feels that his head is clear and his eyes are clear, which is very comfortable!
Moreover, with Chutian's realm, drinking this wine will no longer be more than drunk.

"What happened in the past three years?"

Chu Tian slid down from the big bluestone, stood on the green grass, and looked at Peony who was slightly shorter than himself.

The younger sister's face was pink and tender, oval, and her pretty face looked like a person, so Chu Tian suddenly had a person in his mind, that Kunlun Xu's Chuanjun, whom he hadn't seen in a hundred years.

"Brother Sect Leader, after half a month, the people from the Hundred Flowers Valley will come again. This time, they really can't hold Qingyu Mountain. The flowers and plants on this mountain will really be snatched by the Hundred Flowers Valley."

The little junior sister looked at Chu Tian with a beeping voice, full of reluctance.

Listening to Mudan's words, Chu Tian suddenly found such a memory.Although Qingyumen is only a small third-rate sect, Qingyu Mountain is a rare blessed place in a thousand miles away. That's right, Baihuagu came directly to the door and gave Qingyumen three years to move away from Qingyu Mountain to make room for them.

The little junior sister clenched her fists angrily, and said: "I went to find out secretly, the group of vixens in Baihua Valley invited the sword fairy from Diancang Mountain, we who take care of flowers and plants must not be able to beat them, or... ...Brother Sect Leader, let's promise to let that flower bear spirit be our general guarding the mountain."

Everyone in the Qingyu Gate practiced the Qingyu Kung Fu, which is the spring god's skill under the control of Emperor Yimu Qing of the East. It is very effective for taking care of flowers and plants, and cultivating spiritual roots and strange fruits, but it is really very difficult to fight against others. Not good at it.

"Where is the flower bear spirit?"

Chu Tian searched his memory, but found that there was no memory about Huaxiongjing.

"Oh, I forgot." The little junior sister patted her forehead with her fist and said, "The flower bear spirit came to the door the second year after you got drunk, senior brother. It offered to become a sapphire The general who guards the gate can defend us against those who have evil intentions..."

"The origin is unknown, the initiative is close, the motive is not pure, let's ignore it for now. As for the Valley of Hundred Flowers, this seat has its own clever plan, just wait."

Chu Tian waved his hand and looked at the main peak of Qingyu Mountain not far away.

"Brother~"

The little junior sister leaned forward, hugged Chu Tian's arm and said coquettishly: "Senior brother, don't be a fool, I don't know how much you weigh~ But don't worry, senior brother, even if everyone leaves, I will Those who are with you, no matter what difficulties, I will face them with my brother~"

Chu Tian shook his head, ignoring himself, this cheap little junior sister.

On the opposite side, the main peak of Qingyu Mountain and the buildings are built according to the situation of the mountain and fit the nature. There are shades of trees and countless spiritual grasses and flowers. The trees form arrays and the flowers form pictures. The fragrance permeates the green hills and blows with the wind.

"Let's go, let's go back to the main peak!"

Chu Tian grabbed the little junior sister's wrist, mixed into a stream of light, and headed towards the main peak, landing on the main peak, on the square in front of the Qingyu Hall.

"Junior Brother, you are sober!"

As soon as Chutian and Mudan landed on the ground, they saw a middle-aged man with a beard, his bare feet still stained with colored mud, and ran out.

"A big dream, three years of spring and autumn, people in the world only know the good of gods, but don't know the true gods of wine, three years of senior brother, the cultivation base is still the same!"

Chu Tian couldn't help laughing as he looked at the elder brother who was dressed as a farmer.

This senior brother doesn't like to practice, but prefers to grow spiritual plants. He spends his days traveling among the colorful spiritual flowers and plants all over the mountains and plains, and never gets tired of it.

"Hahahaha, junior brother, you know my hobby, the spiritual roots and weeds all over the mountains and plains, just like my children. The lily buds that had been conceived for ten years finally bloomed yesterday and gave birth to elves, so cute It’s so cute, it’s only the size of a thumb, do you want to go and see it…”

When Senior Brother Liu Poor talked about the lily flower elf, he couldn't restrain his smile.

"Don't look, don't look, the elf that was born just now, her body hasn't sprouted yet, and her eyes haven't even opened yet. I'll see you when she gives birth to the wings of light.

Senior brother, pay attention to the pool of wine I brewed in Baiguo Peak, it will be full of sunshine in another nine days! "

Chu Tian exhorted.

Chu Tian is also good at wine. When he thought of the taste of the mincemeal wine in his memory, he couldn't help but salivate, and his throat ached.

(End of this chapter)