Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Zhou Yu whispered: "We are not opponents."

Zhou Yang said unconvincedly: "How do you know if you haven't competed?"

He looked at Guan Yiming again: "Can we compete?"

Guan Yiming waved his hand: "Brother Zhou, please don't hurt me!"

Zhou Yang was puzzled.

Guan Yiming said: "We want to make peace with the Jade Butterfly Sect. If we still want to compete at this time, it will be a hassle."

"So..." Zhou Yang nodded slowly: "That's right, then I will challenge you after you have done it. The Jade Butterfly Sect also has a branch in Tianjing, right?"

"Of course." Guan Yiming smiled: "But Brother Zhou, you are really not her opponent."

"You will know after the competition." Zhou Yang said: "It's better if you can't beat me. I want to find a swordsman who is better than me now."

He shook his head and sighed: "Otherwise, it will be too boring."

Zhou Yu glanced at him.

Guan Yiming chuckled twice and said with a wry smile: "We are incompetent and failed to defeat you, Brother Zhou."

"You are not to blame for this." Zhou Yang said: "We are not as skilled as you."

Guan Yiming felt that if he continued to talk, he would definitely bang his head against the wall to apologize, so he changed the subject: "Then let's go over and wait for a while?"

Zhou Yang looked at Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu nodded.

The three of them came to the front hall.

The hall was wide, with a thick and soft green carpet on the floor, as if stepping on green grass.

Behind the hall was a huge picture of a mountain, the peaks were like long swords piercing the sky, majestic and sharp.

Under the mountain picture were two armchairs.

Opposite the armchairs were two rows of armchairs, arranged in east and west, extending from the north to the entrance of the hall.

At this time, there were more than a dozen people sitting in the hall, including old and middle-aged people, all of whom were older, men and women.

They were talking together at the front, arguing from time to time, and laughing from time to time, which was very lively.

Four monks were standing quietly in the northeast corner, not sitting down, not joining the crowd.

The four monks were wearing yellow robes, standing like pine trees, and full of dignity.

They closed their eyes slightly, put their right palms together, and moved their left palms with shiny Buddhist beads. Their lips moved, and they were obviously reciting Buddhist scriptures silently.

Seeing the three of them come in, everyone's eyes were cast, but the four monks were still immersed in the Buddhist scriptures.

Guan Yiming whispered: "Do you want to go over and say hello?"

Zhou Yu shook his head gently and said: "We are unknown people, there is no need to do this, Master Guan, you go and do your work."

"I'll stay here to talk to you." Guan Yiming felt that it was too rude to leave the two of them here without anyone paying attention.

After all, the two of them are also benefactors of Shenjian Peak.

Zhou Yu shook his head gently: "It's okay, Master Guan, you go."

"This..."

"Go ahead, go ahead." Zhou Yang said: "We are not so shameless, it doesn't matter if no one pays attention to us."

"...Okay, I'll go first." Guan Yiming said: "Today I will be the guide, and I have a mission."

Zhou Yang waved his hand.

Zhou Yu nodded and smiled.

Guan Yiming turned around and strode away.

The two walked forward and sat down on the armchair not far from the crowd.

They didn't recognize the two, and the two didn't come forward to say hello, so they stayed away from the crowd and listened with their ears perked up.

These people are not small figures, and the news they say is precious news.

They can pass it on to the Green Clothes Division at any time and make contributions.

"According to me, the guys who come from Dayun can't be spoiled, they must be dealt with severely. They dare to run to our side and act wild, looking for death. We are not Daqian!" An old man sneered in a deep voice.

"That's right." Everyone nodded.

"How did they get here?"

"From the sea?"

"It's not easy to get to us from the sea."

"They may have come from the Great Snow Mountain."

"Was it Daqian who did it?"

"Very likely."

"No way?"

"Why not?"

...

When Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang heard this, they looked surprised. They were surprised that they had such thoughts and opinions.

Zhou Yang coughed lightly and couldn't help whispering, "Aren't we working with Daqian now? How could they come from the Great Snow Mountain?"

His voice was not loud, but it made the hall quiet immediately. Everyone turned their heads to look over.

They all had good cultivation and excellent hearing. They heard it clearly and stared at Zhou Yang with bright eyes.

Zhou Yang looked at them in amazement and scratched the back of his head, as if he was surprised that his words had caused such a big reaction.

A handsome middle-aged man stroked his beard and smiled: "Little brother, who are you...?"

"Oh, I am Zhou Tianming from Feixue Sword Sect." Zhou Yang clasped his fists and said solemnly: "Hello, seniors."

"Feixue Sword Sect..." Everyone looked at each other, wanting to know which sect or school Feixue Sword Sect was.

Most of them had never heard of Feixue Sword Sect.

One of the beautiful middle-aged women whispered: "The Feihua Divine Sword and Luoxue Divine Sword of Feixue Sword Sect are quite unique."

"Does Feixue Sword Sect have any top figures?" someone asked.

The beautiful middle-aged woman said: "More than three hundred years ago, there was a flower-picking swordsman who was very famous."

"Flower-picking swordsman..." Everyone thought about it and nodded slowly.

They had heard of this name, but they did not connect the flower-picking swordsman with Feixue Sword Sect and did not know his origin.

"Feixue Sword Sect..."

Everyone chewed and looked at the two people, feeling that their cultivation was not bad. More importantly, they were able to enter this hall and obviously participated in today's ceremony. They were not ordinary little people and should not be underestimated.

"Brother Zhou, do you think that since we are allies with Daqian, we should help each other and never undermine each other, right?"

"That's right." Zhou Yang nodded vigorously and said, "We should deal with the masters of Dayun Wulin together."

"Most of the attacks of the masters of Dayun Wulin fell on Daqian Wulin. Do you think they will feel balanced?"

"This..."

The handsome middle-aged man stroked his beard and sighed, "They may say that it's not that they don't want to stop, but that they are powerless and short of manpower. There are too many masters in Dayun Wulin, and those who came from Daxue Mountain are all fish that slipped through the net."

"Is this possible?" Zhou Yang said, "Dayun Wulin is still very powerful."

"Naive, Xiao Zhou." The handsome middle-aged man shook his head, "We all know how powerful Daxue Mountain is. It is almost impossible for outsiders to invade Daxue Mountain."

Zhou Yang disagreed, "Daxue Mountain doesn't seem to be that strong."

"Hey, you young people, you don't know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is." The handsome middle-aged man shook his head.

Others shook their heads.

Zhou Yang stared at them unconvinced.

"Let's not talk about anything else, just say the monk Fakong, with him around, which martial arts master in Dayun can get away with it in the Snow Mountain?" The handsome middle-aged man snorted: "You can only go there and never come back!"

"That's true," everyone nodded with emotion: "With the monk Fakong here, the martial arts masters in Dayun will die if they enter the Snow Mountain."

Fakong's clairvoyance is no longer a secret, and those who are interested know that Fakong has the clairvoyance that can see through the future.

"Why is Daqian like this?" Zhou Yang was puzzled.

"To weaken our Dayong martial arts." The handsome middle-aged man shook his head and said: "We can deal with Dayun if we unite, but what about the future? The couple will quarrel and fight, not to mention our two dynasties."

"Oh - be prepared." Zhou Yang suddenly realized.

"Haha..." A loud laugh sounded, and the two old men entered the hall surrounded by six middle-aged men.

Everyone stood up and saluted.

While they were chatting, Guan Yiming came in with big strides, his face solemn, and came to the two old men.

He was about to lean over to one of the old men to speak, but the old man shook his head and said, "There is nothing that cannot be said to others, Yiming, just say it directly."

Guan Yiming hesitated.

Another old man smiled and said, "Yiming, what's the problem?"

Guan Yiming said with an unpleasant face, "Master Xie, Master Zhou, the Jade Butterfly Sect sent someone to say that they will not come."