Can A Scholar Be Called A Villain?

Chapter 174: The Banquet Begins

There was no ancestor who had ascended the upper realm in Yijian Villa, and the first generation owner who created Yijian Villa was only the Ninth Stage of Crossing the Tribulation Realm, and failed to break through.

People just thought he was out of luck, otherwise, how could the kendo master who has dominated for thousands of years not be able to ascend?

Only the people at Yijian Villa knew that their ancestors did not have any talent for kendo at all, and they were able to cultivate to the Ninth Layer of Crossing Tribulation Realm.

When he was an ordinary monk, because of an accident, he rescued an old man who had fallen out of the void, and the old man claimed to be a true swordsman.

In fact, the true swordsman had already surpassed the existence of crossing the catastrophe, and the reason why he came to Xuannan Realm was because he was injured by fighting with people in the old days.

When he left, the true swordsman gave the first-generation village owner who saved his life a fragment of “The True Explanation of Heavenly Sword” and a stone tablet with the word “sword”.

Even though the “True Explanation of the Heavenly Sword” has become a fragment, it still has a high-level rank, and it can help people understand the sword.

As for the “sword” stone stele, no one knows what it is, but occasionally emits a light to help a disciple improve his strength.

Even with the existence of Cross Tribulation Realm, it is difficult to comprehend the secrets in the “sword” stone stele. After tens of thousands of years, Yijian Villa simply gave up.

Until now, the young man carrying the ancient coffin in front of him suddenly made this request with a “sword order”, which reminded everyone of the existence of the “sword” stone tablet.

Even though Yan Sanlong carried it on his body all year round, he still had no way to understand its profound meaning, only that it was very precious.

Yan Sanlong’s look was a bit ugly.

He doesn’t know the identity of the young man in front of him, and even his strength is not very sure to see through, but he can actually know the existence of the “sword” stele!

This caused the people at Yijian Villa to panic.

In recent years, only the family members who crossed the tribulation realm could know about this and what happened to the old ancestors.

Now, he was actually known by the young looking young man in front of him!

It’s weird!

The old village master was silent, and said to Su Zang who was in front of him: “I haven’t asked the Daoist friend’s name and background yet?”

Meng Yan was a little flustered. He had never heard of the “sword” stone stele of Yijian Villa is very precious!

Oh no, I have never heard of the “sword” stone stele!

Could this thing be a treasure of Yijian Villa?

It’s over! Su Zang is dying!

Although Yijian Villa wanted to unconditionally help the master of Yijian Ling to accomplish one thing, it did not promise not to kill the master of that Yijian Ling!

There have been several times, because the request made by the master of Yijian Ling was really a headache, so Yijian Villa killed him directly after helping the master of Yijian Ling to complete the task.

I only heard Su Zang arching his hands and saying: “In the Xia Su burial, the celestial burial Taoist master.”

When he said his title, his eyes clearly revealed a burst of light, which was self-confidence and pride.

The old village owner and Yan Sanlong looked at each other, and then invited Su Fu to say: “It happened that Su Daozhu came. Today is the five-thousand-year-old birthday of the old man. The old man now invites Su Daozhu to come to the feast together. Don’t refuse.”

Meng Yan grabbed the corner of Su Zang’s clothes, and Su Zang knocked her on the head again, then smiled and nodded in agreement, and went to the large courtyard to participate in the feast together with the people in front.

That’s why he and Meng Yan appeared in the large courtyard so abruptly, and everyone’s eyes instantly gathered on him.

Su Zang still carried his large coffin, walked into the courtyard, ignored the people around him, scanned his eyes around, and constantly evaluated the people around him.

“Huh? Knocking on the divine body? I don’t know if it is the three divine body or the nine divine body.

this? Is the body modified? Oh, that’s all about the trail, I didn’t expect that some people would walk this way in this small world.

Alien, tut, boring.

Is that the Buddha? Could it be the clone of the old bald donkey in Baiwei?

This, what is this? It seems to be vanity… is it from that clan? ”

Su Zang’s gaze finally stayed on Murong Lin’s body. His eyes were a little surprised, and he looked at Murong Lin in disbelief.

Why is the breath of this person so similar to the breath of those ancient void races?

Are those races still alive?

Su Zang shook his head and tried not to think about those very old things. His memories were too many and too far away. Some things were torture in retrospect.

He noticed that many people around Murong Lin had their eyes on Meng Yan’s body beside him, so he patted Meng Yan’s head and said:

“Is your sect over there?”

Meng Yan looked at the people at the Moon Tower with a tangled expression, nodded and said, “Yes, it’s just that this time it’s not my master leading the team.”

She is very curious about Su Zang now. Even though she has learned a lot about things she didn’t know before by Wan Wanqiu’s side, the young man in front of him who crawled out of the coffin obviously has an even more ancient aura.

where is he from?

Where is he going?

This series of questions instantly caused Meng Yan to be curious about Su Zang. She even wanted to bring Wan Wanqiu over. Maybe she was also very curious about Su Zang.

“Is that your brother?” Su Zang pointed at Murong Lin and asked Meng Yan.

Although Murong Lin had hidden his strength, Su Zang was able to see through the aura remnants of Murong Lin’s realm, and confirmed that Murong Lin was at least the existence of the superior realm, rather than the virtual magic realm currently displayed.

“It’s Junior Brother.” Meng Yan said firmly with a face.

She saw Murong Lin, and it was not surprising that Murong Lin appeared here. After all, he is a disciple of the tower master, and there is nothing weird about coming to participate in the five-thousand-year-old birthday of the old master of Jianshan Villa, isn’t it?

As for the identities of the brothers and brothers, although Murong Lin’s strength now seems to be about the same as his own, it is early to get started!

Then there shouldn’t be any problem with calling yourself a senior sister, right?

Meng Yan nodded confidently and said, “Yeah! I’m Senior Sister!”

Su Zang’s head slowly slid a few black lines, and looked at Meng Yan next to him a little helplessly, and said, “You won’t go back and sit with them?”

“No! I want to see who you are!” Meng Yan said stubbornly. She had also asked Su Zang countless times on the road, but Su Zang only said his name and the identity of the Heavenly Burial Taoist Master.

But what the hell is Taoist?

South Vietnam mainland, oh no, even the entire Xuannan Realm does not have such a name!

What kind of celestial burial way, Meng Yan felt that this was made up by Su Zang himself by pulling the tiger’s piratical banner, but it didn’t exist at all!

Su Zang was also speechless to Meng Yan. It seemed that Murong Lin glanced at him, then walked with her, picked a place and sat down.

Murong Lin watched them sitting between the crowds of the Dark Demon League and Xiuzhan Temple with a slightly surprised expression.

The person had been looking at him before, why on earth?

Did he see through what was on his body?

But what can be seen through yourself?

For a while, Murong Lin became very cautious again, raising his guard against this new protagonist to a new level.

This person is very confident and mad, and has a feeling of seeing through everything, but he is not relying on any spiritual bloodline, but on his own insight and experience.

This person may be really old and very old.

But why should you carry a coffin on your back?

At this moment, Yan Shensi stood up, looked respectfully at his position, and the light flashed, and the old village lord appeared in the place where he was sitting.

His appearance does not look much different from that of an ordinary old man. He has always had a kind smile on his face. After scanning the surroundings, he said:

“Welcome everyone to join the old man’s five-thousand-year-old birthday!”.