God Eye Courier

Chapter 415

Meng Guangyuan immediately turned his face down, squinted at Ye Xuan, and asked back: "Boy, do you doubt my identity?"

Ye Xuan smiled and said: "No, I just think you are different.

Meng Guangyuan raised his eyebrows again, and said coldly: "Well, tell me what makes me different?"

Ye Xuan thought for a moment, then replied: "Cultivators mainly focus on self-cultivation, so most monks are full of energy, but you are a little weak, a bit like...a scholar."

In fact, Ye Xuan felt that Meng Guangyuan was like a tuberculosis ghost who took medicine all the year round and was hanging half his life, but for the sake of harmony in the neighborhood in the next year, he dared not tell the truth.

Meng Guangyuan's complexion softened a bit, and he said, "You still have a bit of wink, I am the only Confucianism cultivator in Wuliang Tiangong."

While speaking, he stretched out his right hand, gently tapped his thumb and middle finger, and a purple ball of light spontaneously emerged, bursting out into the dark night with brilliant brilliance.

The ball of light was as big as a bird's egg, jumped a few times in his palm, rose high into the sky and turned into a lavender light curtain, on which rolled more than a dozen famous poems and lines of ancient scholars.

Meng Guangyuan pondered and said: "The great river goes east, the waves wash away, and a person of eternal love."

Ye Xuan praised without embarrassment, "Your Excellency is really good at writing, I admire you."

Suddenly, a disappointing voice came, "Lao Meng, come on, don't scribble sour poems all day long, it would be nice to raise a few more fish when you have time, I haven't had a tooth sacrifice for three months."

Ye Xuan followed the sound and looked east, and saw a big yellow-orange gourd hanging in the air, tilted slightly, and poured out a pool of mellow wine.

Looking down, a fat monk in a black monk's robe folded his hands on his stomach, half lying down, accepting the poured wine with his mouth open, with a very relaxed expression.

Ye Xuan came to his senses immediately, and asked with a smile, "I guess you are monk Zhitong?"

"Yes, I am, Xiao Ke, what's your name?"

"My name is Ye Xuan, and I have just arrived in Wuliang Tiangong."

Meng Guangyuan snorted coldly, and rolled his eyes several times at Chao Zhitong, "Fat monk, what do you care about me?"

"I don't want to care about you, but if you don't take good care of the pond, how can I have fish to eat?"

Zhitong took one right hand, put the wine gourd into the storage bag, and walked towards the two slowly, "Lao Meng, according to Zhang Wuliang's request, you must breed a hundred saw sharks within two years, and now there are only thirty in Ke Lanhai. Tiao, half of the time has passed, and you still have time to recite bitter poems?"

Meng Guangyuan curled his lips and said: "I don't need you to worry about my affairs, you should think about the purple bamboo forest in the back mountain. It has been planted for more than a year, and the bamboo is not as high as my knees. It will be up to you how you explain to Zhang Wuliang. "

Ye Xuan was at a loss when he heard that, these two people lived with him in Sanxia Mountain, they must also be disciples of the outer sect, they dared to call the immeasurable Sage Emperor by his name, showing no reverence for the Sage Emperor.

Zhitong gloated and said: "My bamboo is still young, and it is actively absorbing nutrients. In a few months, it will definitely be taller than you. How difficult is it for a purple bamboo forest to get me?

Your saw sharks are different, they eat a lot and grow slowly, if you don’t change the feed much, maybe even fifty of them won’t hatch after a year. "

"Smelly monk, shut your crow's mouth." Meng Guangyuan became furious, raised his hand to dissolve the purple light curtain, and jumped into the bronze coffin.

"Lao Meng, why did you crawl back into the coffin again? Escaping can't solve the problem..."

Meng Guangyuan stopped talking to the chattering monk Zhitong, closed the coffin lid, and chanted the mantra lightly. The bronze coffin immediately rose from the ground and drifted into the distance with the wind.

"Students are hypocritical." Zhitong grinned, and then reached out to pat Ye Xuan's thin shoulder, "Ye Xuan, how old are you this year?"

Ye Xuan thought for a while, and said no more, no less, "Five hundred years old."

Zhitong laughed loudly, "You are lying, I think you are not even a hundred years old, I really don't understand why Zhang Wuliang sent a doll to monitor us."

"Senior, you may have misunderstood. I haven't met Wuliang Sage Emperor yet, and I haven't received any orders from him. Moreover, I dare to ask, do you have any unpleasant past with Wuliang Sage Emperor?"

Zhitong squinted his eyes, "It seems that you don't know enough about Wuliang Tiangong, although there are many outer disciples, but the outer disciples who can practice in Peak 72 are all invited by Zhang Wuliang himself.

His greatest hobby is to recruit talents from various small worlds. Lao Meng and I were invited from China China 1000 years ago.

If he has never met you, it is absolutely impossible for him to allow you to enter the Wuliang Tiangong. "

Ye Xuan didn't want to reveal the matter of saving the holy son Tianyu, and said with a vague smile: "The immeasurable holy emperor has great powers, maybe he has seen me, but I didn't recognize him with my stupid eyes.

Senior Zhitong, in fact, my hometown is also in Huaxia. I wonder what school you come from? "

Zhitong was quite surprised, "You are also from China? I heard that China's cultivation world fell 300 years ago, and you are still born?"

Ye Xuan blushed, and said humbly: "Senior, I have won the prize. I was just lucky. I got a few good chances. I got the guidance of an expert to enter the Lunhai Realm, and then I went to the Great Wilderness to practice."

"I am a Buddhist cultivator. Thousands of years ago, I studied under Huaxia Fanyin Cave. Unfortunately, after only practicing for 100 years, I was expelled from the sect and went to Lunhai Realm with nowhere to go. It sounds very similar to your training process."

Monk Zhitong reached out, took out a small and exquisite gold-plated jug, and handed it to Ye Xuan, "I never expected to meet my fellow countrymen today after wandering for thousands of years, my little friend. Let's have a toast."

Ye Xuan took the jug, and he was not polite, and poured the spout into his mouth, only to hear a splash, and the glistening wine flowed into his mouth.

He originally thought that a jug of wine could be four or five taels at most, but he didn't expect this jug to be a magical storage device. There was an unbelievable amount of fine wine hidden in it, and it flowed down continuously. This way, he choked him.

In an instant, his face was already red and his neck was thick, and he sprayed out a few balls of hops, and he did not forget to praise: "Senior, your wine is really sweet, but I... have a limited capacity, so I won't drink with you."

"Haha, it's okay, I'm happy today, Ye Xuan, everyone is a fellow countryman, you follow me to Ke Lanhai to condolences to Lao Meng, so that he will not be lonely feeding the fish alone."

Ye Xuan also wanted to get in touch with the two as soon as possible, so he readily agreed, "Okay, I also want to open my eyes and see the legendary saw shark."

Zhitong snapped his fingers, and the yellow wine gourd that had previously entered the space reappeared and expanded several times until it became the size of a jade chariot before stopping.

Zhitong flew to the gourd with a smile, clicked his lips, and waved: "Don't be so introverted, come up, relying on yourself, I'm afraid you won't be able to reach Ke Lanhai in two days and two nights."

Ye Xuan jumped up and landed lightly on the wine gourd. As soon as he got up, there was a burst of rich aura from his feet, and he sighed secretly that the gourd was really a treasure.

Ye Xuan couldn't help asking: "Ke Lanhai is so far away from Sanxia Mountain?"

Monk Zhitong said quietly: "Ke Lanhai is in the westernmost part of Wuliang Holy Land, while Sanxia Mountain is in the easternmost part, with a distance of 50 miles, and the buoyancy here is relatively light, and the flying speed is relatively slow.

For the convenience of walking, I spent thousands of years forging a three-treasure gourd, Lao Meng forged a seven-star coffin, and you'd better forge a flying artifact. "

Ye Xuan said again: "Why did the Infinite Sage Emperor arrange such a difficult task for Senior Meng?"

"Lao Meng often mocked Zhang Wuliang with acid poems, which pissed him off, so the tasks he received became more and more difficult every time, but now Lao Meng can prey on Ke Lanhai's other creatures at will. "

Monk Zhitong is really a foodie, and his mouth waters when he mentions food.

"Ye Xuan, tell me about China's current situation."

Ye Xuan eloquently said, "China's cultivation world is basically abolished now, but the technology is very advanced, the quality of life of ordinary people is improving day by day, and the regime and folk customs have undergone great changes..."

Zhitong listened carefully, gradually fell into deep thought, and pondered: "Is the power of nuclear weapons comparable to the self-destruct of a master in the distraction stage?"

Ye Xuan was at a loss for words for a while, "There is no distraction master in China, and I can't answer this question accurately, but technology is changing with each passing day, and there may be no upper limit."

Zhitong was silent for a moment, then asked Ye Xuan a bunch of questions, Ye Xuan answered patiently, and the two chatted more and more speculatively.

The wine gourd is wonderful. It can not only carry people forward at the speed of light, but also replenish aura for the passengers at any time.

Ye Xuan was very helpful along the way, he couldn't close his mouth with a smile.

An hour later, the two arrived at the outskirts of Ke Lanhai, and the chilly sea breeze blew head-on. The sea was covered with blue waves, and the sound of the waves was deafening.

Ye Xuan stared at the sea area in front of him, feeling relaxed and happy, just about to speak, when he suddenly heard a anxious voice.

"Bald donkey, why did you bring him here?"

Zhitong laughed and said: "Old Meng, I am afraid that you will be lonely, so I specially brought Ye Xuan to accompany you to relieve boredom. In fact, Ye Xuan is also from China, and is our fellow villager. Perhaps this is the reason why Zhang Wuliang sent him to Sanxia Mountain. "

"Don't talk nonsense, you two hurry up, I have something to talk about."

Zhitong heard something in Meng Guangyuan's words, and quickly chanted a mantra, urging the gourd to fall, and it landed beside Meng Guangyuan a few seconds later.

Meng Guangyuan was lying on the shallow slope of the beach, and there was no aura around him, obviously hiding his aura.

Zhitong put away the gourd, dragged Ye Xuan to lie on the shallow slope, quickly concealed his breath, and asked puzzledly: "Lao Meng, this is clearly your territory, why did you hide your breath?"

Meng Guangyuan put his finger to his lips, hissed, and signaled the two to keep quiet.

Ye Xuan didn't know why, so he imitated the two of them to hide their breath temporarily.

"As soon as I arrived at Ke Lanhai, I found a terrifying and unfamiliar force centered on the bottom of the sea and radiating upwards. I used my spiritual sense to detect it three times, but I couldn't identify the source of the force.

I guess there is a big devil hiding in the bottom of the sea, and now he is trying his best to break through the seal. "

Zhitong chuckled, "Old Meng, it seems that you are not the opponent of the devil at all, otherwise you would have dived into the seabed and wiped him out without further delay. Let's notify Zhang Wuliang immediately and let him come to suppress the devil."

Meng Guangyuan shook his head, "No, I won't get any benefit from asking him to suppress the devil. If I subdue the devil, Zhang Wuliang will not only have no reason to make things difficult for me, but he will obediently hand over the Duankong pen to me."

(End of this chapter)