Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Both Li Wuwang and Huang Wuji knew that the so-called choice had nothing to do with the fairy medicine.

Yutingzhai is now guarding the outside. If Huang Wuji does not accept the imperial edict, he will face overwhelming suppression.

Now there is only the aura of Yutingzhai. Who knows if the master of Dangyin Mountain is coming? Is Xu Changshi here?

Li Wuwang was not angry, and his eyes were more thoughtful. Over the past few decades, he had realized the benefits of being the God of the Underworld.

If he had to go to Yin before, he had no choice but now, he is enjoying the benefits brought by the Yin imperial seal.

Sword cultivator, what will happen if the limit of longevity is lost?

Although they are no longer pure sword cultivators, they can still walk this path.

After reaching the nine realms of the human world, Li Wuwang can still use his sword realm - Wuju.

Huang Wuji glanced at Li Wuwang and suddenly sighed softly:

"I have been waiting for you to come to your door. Now, I can understand what you mean. I am willing to accept the imperial seal."

"Everyone is happy."

Fang Chen smiled and nodded, taking out a few soul-inducing lamps and placing them aside. Without his urging, Huang Wuji was already sitting cross-legged on the spot, practicing the Yin method.

Sect Leader Chen and the bearded sword cultivator finally understood a little more, with strange expressions and a bit of anger in their eyes.

The Xuxian Sword Sect has been hiding such a spy? They didn't even notice at all?

The two of them looked at each other and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the matter was successfully resolved today, otherwise it would have caused much trouble if they had left it later.

The next moment, in a flash before their eyes, Fang Chen had disappeared.

"Your Excellency... is Li Wuwang, the head of the Good Fortune Star Sword Department?"

The bearded swordsman suddenly glanced at Li Wuwan, raised his hands and said tentatively.

Li Wuwang didn't want to pay attention to it. He thought about it and shook his head:

"The Tianjian Division of the Creation Star has been destroyed by the Immortal Palace. I am not Li Wuwang."

"oh……"

The two nodded, this was Li Wuwang.

It seems that before the destruction of Tianjiansi, he also followed the path of ghosts and gods. As a result, the foundation of Xiaoyin is getting stronger and stronger.

After some tea time, Huang Wuji slowly woke up, and Fang Chen appeared again.

The three of them did not stay too long in Xuxian Sword Sect. They came and left in a hurry.

"Tell me, what has our Fang Jianshou been busy with all these years?"

Sect Master Chen looked at the direction in which the three people were leaving and asked suddenly.

The bearded swordsman thought for a while, "Maybe he is busy fighting with the Spiritual God Sect, right?"

"The power of the Spiritual God Sect here has been beaten to a pulp."

Zongzhu Chen said.

"Besides here, there is also the Creation Star. Now that I think about it, although you and I are big people in the eyes of others, compared with the real big people, you and I are not even qualified to interfere with what they do."

The bearded swordsman sighed softly.

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The Golden Soul Flower was placed in Daxia by Fang Chen. It was planted in an ordinary porcelain pot in Fang Mansion's old house.

This old house has always been cleaned by someone dedicated to it. After the old servant who cleans the house dies, his heirs take over.

It can be said that it has been passed down for two or three generations. It has been more than a hundred years since Fang Mansion moved out of the capital.

In more than a hundred years, the capital of Great Xia has changed a lot, and some of the deeds that Fang Chen left in the capital have now become the talk of some older generations, and there are no traces of them. .

"The spiritual power here is quite abundant, but monks... are rare, only a few of them."

Huang Wuji followed Fang Chen, looking at him and saying.

"Daxia strives to make monks and mortals separate and not disturb each other."

Fang Chen smiled and said, "I'll take you two to see an old gentleman first, and then I'll go get the elixir."

"The old dragon from Longyuan."

Li Wuwang immediately guessed who the old gentleman Fang Chen was talking about was.

Back then, Tianjian Division also suffered a big loss on Daxia's side.

In the small teahouse full of fireworks, you can see the storyteller talking eloquently, and the bystanders are fascinated. You can also see the old man teasing his grandchildren with tea.

The waiter flexibly walked among them with tea, saying hello and saying hello from time to time.

"Speaking of which, Qingsong Mansion was not Qingsong Mansion at that time, but was called Qingsong Country! This country was at its peak of national power and had been harassing our country all year round. There were constant wars between the two countries, and the people under its rule were miserable.

Qingsong Wufu is running rampant in our capital and regards us Daxia as inferior people. "

"Isn't it possible? Is there still a time when Aomatsu Takefu was so glorious? I think they are very polite to others now, especially when they come to our Kyoto, they are all very well-behaved."

"Yes, we Qingsong were never so arrogant before. You storyteller is slandering us!"

Someone from Qingsong Mansion stood up and asked.

"Hey! These are all recorded in books. How can I dare to talk nonsense? Aren't I afraid that the Blade Guards will get it for me? Look at the military masters of the Blade Guards. Ask them and you will know."

The storyteller was immediately furious, and then looked at several figures at the door of the teahouse.

Everyone looked around and saw that it was a soldier wearing a sword guard uniform.

Someone actually asked, and the soldiers responded with smiles:

"There are records in the Strong Sword Guard. It was roughly the same as what the storyteller said. At that time, not only Qingsong Wufu was arrogant, but also places such as Guhe Longdu looked down on us in Daxia."

When the people in Qingsong Mansion saw this, their voices suddenly became softer, but they still didn't believe it and muttered:

"If this is really the case, how can we explain the scene today? Daxia has countless territories. Even if you fly to the sky, you can't see the edge. Qingsong, Longdu, Guhe and other places are just mansions... We are Daxia, people from Qingsong Prefecture, not Qingsong Country."

"This has to be mentioned about Duke Fang. You don't know, but my ancestors have passed down many deeds related to Duke Fang from generation to generation. They are all recorded in my book of storytellers. If you are patient, come and listen every day. If I talk about it for a few paragraphs, I can get a general idea of ​​it.”

The storyteller took a sip of tea and shook the folding fan in his hand with some satisfaction.

Fang Chen took the two of them to a seat by the window on the second floor.

Old Jiaolong was sitting here drinking tea alone. He was not surprised when he saw Fang Chen. He just smiled and nodded:

"sit."

After a few people sat down, Old Jiaolong glanced at Li Wuwang and Huang Wuji, and his eyes fell on Fang Chen:

"I have been drinking tea here these years. At first, it was his grandfather who was telling stories, and then his father. Now it is his turn, and nine times out of ten, he is talking about you. Prince Fang, you are almost famous in this great summer. It has been passed down through the ages.”

"The name is passed down through the ages. Maybe after three to five hundred years, it will be forgotten."

Fang Chen smiled and shook his head. He didn't need to leave any reputation in Daxia. It was useless or even harmful to him.

He even hoped that his traces would disappear without a trace in the Great Xia. That way, in a few years, even if someone wanted to find out his details, they would not be able to find it.

"Old sir, these two are Li Wuwang, the head of the Tianjian Division, and Huang Wuji, the deputy head.

They are their own people now. "