Enter the kitchen

Fu Jinluo lightly fanned his talisman, the Sunny Rain Fan, and his graceful appearance almost made people forget his embarrassment after being defeated by the magic cultivator.He bowed his hands to the monks on the sword-making platform, with a bit of arrogance that belonged to a Nascent Soul monk on his face.

Although he was defeated by Venerable Yumao, he is still a Nascent Soul cultivator after all, and his strength is not bad.Lu Suyi listened carefully to every word, and felt that he had gained a lot, but it was a pity that his cultivation base was low and he could not understand everything.

Finally, Fu Jinluo demonstrated the technique of Sunny Rain Fan to all the monks.The fan bones made of jade, and the fan made of silk, seemed to be mixed with thunderous force under his swing, which made the lowly cultivated monks back again and again, and he really answered the sentence that turned hands into clouds and hands into rain.

Lu Shiyi didn't feel scared, he stood still and waited for Fu Jinluo to stop, while he was thinking about how the power of lightning carried in the fan compared with Jieyun.

After him, there were no Nascent Soul cultivators preaching on the sword casting stage, and most of them left after demonstrating the exercises, not so much for giving lectures to low-ranking cultivators, but rather for the reputation of their sects.

Lu Shiyi looked at the various magic weapons on the sword casting platform, and his thoughts could not help but fly away. After the Golden Elixir, the monks would refine the magic weapons of their own destiny and nourish them in the sea of ​​consciousness.Although he has just built the foundation, if he wants to take the road of kitchen training, he must start collecting materials for refining magic weapons from now on.

But now the most embarrassing thing for him is not what kind of materials are needed, but what kind of talisman he wants to refine. He doesn't want to summon a spatula and a kitchen knife when summoning the natal talisman.

In general, Lu Shiyi is still a person who cherishes face.

The monks who preached on the sword-making platform had different cultivation qualifications, and the contents of the lectures were also varied.Alchemy, talismans, formations... everything related to cultivation is involved.The more Lu Shiyi listened to, the more he felt it was a pity. Many of them were things he wanted to learn but couldn't learn for the time being. In desperation, he could only take out the jade slips and write down the parts he thought were useful, just like taking notes in his previous life.

The juniors gathered at the sword casting platform, and the leaders of the various sects were not idle. They were gathering in the Jianzong's meeting hall to discuss the matter of Luoshui city demon repair and the small secret realm monsters in the mirror garden.Master Jian Yi sat at the main seat, and on both sides sat the heads of the seven major sects. Because of his cultivation, no one objected to this arrangement.

Besides them, there are other sect leaders sitting below. Luoshuimen is only a small sect attached to Qiyumen. If it weren't for the accident in Luoshuiji, I am afraid that they are not qualified to sit here.

"The Three Realms have been in peace for nearly a thousand years, but they have been making frequent movements recently. I wonder if fellow Taoists know the reason?" said Master Mujia, the head of Xiaoyaozhuang.

The old god Jian Yi drank the Kou Ling tea on the ground, completely ignoring the other party's distraction, and took the lead in speaking.Xiaoyaozhuang has always been the largest sect in the world of cultivating immortals before Jianzong founded the sect. If it weren't for the turmoil in the Three Realms, the ancestor of the Mahayana period in the sect might have already ascended in the daytime instead of living in the extreme north. Martyrdom.

Therefore, the greatest wish of the previous Xiaoyaozhuang sects is to regain the title of the number one sect in the world of cultivating immortals.

"Amitabha." Yuan'an, the abbot of Fanyin Temple, chanted the Buddha's name: "I don't know what orders the ancestors have?" As soon as the words fell, everyone turned their eyes to Jianyi Zhenren.

Master Jian Yi put down the teacup in his hand, and straightened his sleeves with a cold expression. If it wasn't for the suppression of the ancestors, how could the world of cultivating immortals survive the millennium so peacefully, but now these people are not only ungrateful, but also treat the blessings of the ancestors as a A matter of course.

"What's the use of guessing here." Master Xia Luo, the head of the Seven Royal Gates, saw that Master Jianyi hadn't answered for a long time, and frowned, "According to me, it's better to catch a demon cultivator or a demon clan and ask them clearly. "

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, Tiannan Daoist from Shennong Valley raised his eyebrows, and pointedly said: "The ancestors set up formations in Futu Mountain and Canglang Valley, how can this demon cultivator be so easy to catch." The intention of Master Tiannan's words is too obvious, but all monks in the world of cultivating immortals know that there are formations laid down by the ancestors in Futu Mountain and Canglang Valley, and it is absolutely impossible for the demon cultivators and the Yaozu to cross half a step.

But now both the demon cultivators and the demon clan have appeared in the world of cultivating immortals. Whether the formation failed or the ancestor deliberately let it go, the monks couldn't help but feel panic.

"As early as when I received Chi Su's letter, I had already edited a book and sent it to Daoist Lian Si together with the invitation."

Reverend Lian Si hid half of his face behind the veil, and sat quietly aside with his head bowed, until Reverend Jian Yi opened his mouth before raising his head, revealing a pair of blue eyes, and said softly: "After receiving the letter from Jian Zong, I suspect A divination has been made about the changes of the Xiuhe Yaozu."

"What was said in the hexagram?" Master Xia Luo asked anxiously, and Master Liansi glanced at him: "I haven't told Master Jianyi about the hexagram yet." Master Jianyi nodded, as a response to the other party.

"Only four words." Master Liansi said slowly, "The building will fall."

"It's hard to support a single tree." Master Jian Yi answered, but his mind was full of thoughts.Who is this building referring to?Is it the ancestors, the world of cultivating immortals, or the entire Lingyuan continent.

"Just these four words, what exactly do you refer to? You shouldn't have let Venerable Yumai go away in Luoshuiji!" Daoist Xia Luo was short-tempered, and he let go of his thoughts without thinking carefully. Complained out.

The ancestor has the supreme status in Jianzong, no matter whether the other party is intentional or unintentional, he is not allowed to slander at will.Just as Master Jian Yi was about to attack the table, he heard a sword cry from Xuanyuan Peak, the sound of a sharp blade unsheathed.

"Old Ancestor." Master Jian Yi was immobilized by the coercion of the sword energy, and the leaders in the meeting hall were not much better than him.These monks only dared to suspect behind their backs, but they didn't dare to make any mistakes when facing Chu Shumo.

"Do you have a lot of resentment towards me?" With long hair swaying to the ground and a little red mark between his brows, Chu Shumo, who hadn't appeared in front of anyone for a hundred years, appeared in the meeting hall covered in frost.

The complexions of the several heads who had spoken rudely just now changed their faces, and said in unison with everyone: "Don't dare." Chu Shumo didn't really plan to argue with them, but just said to Zhenren Liansi directly: "Why don't you tell the hexagrams? over?"

Immortal Liansi suddenly raised his head and met Chu Shumo's eyes, then immediately turned his eyes away, and after a while, he concealed the complexity in his eyes, and said with difficulty: "The world of cultivating immortals can still maintain a hundred years of peace." He got the hexagram that the building will collapse After that, she made a divination to Chu Shumo with secret thoughts, and she didn't say much about the divination, leaving only the words "a hundred years of peace".

A hundred years is a lifetime for ordinary people, but it is just a moment for monks.

"So what if the building is about to collapse?" Chu Shu's ink-like pupils swept across the crowd, and his words were lazier without any urgency: "Thousands of years ago, your ancestors were able to protect the world of cultivating immortals under the hands of the demon emperor and the demon emperor. You will surely be able to do so in a thousand years.”

"What's more, there is still a hundred years of peace in the world of cultivating immortals. Isn't this a hundred years enough for you to come up with countermeasures?" His appearance seemed to be to appease everyone. No matter what these monks guessed in their hearts afterwards, at least for now Chu Shumo is still their reassurance , is an insurmountable gap for the Demon Sovereign and the Demon Emperor.

"Old Ancestor!" Just as Chu Shumo was about to leave, Master Mujia suddenly said, "Have you ever taken away a Luoshuimen disciple?" Chu Shumo suddenly stopped his gaze on the other party's face, Jia Zhenren couldn't help but flinched, lowered his head to avoid it.

It's not surprising that they would be curious about Chu Shumo, but looking at the other party's appearance, it should be more than just curiosity. Combined with the news that he let the Xiaobi winner enter Xuanyuan Peak, there will be more articles to be written in it.

"It's just a disciple. It would be his good fortune if the ancestor takes a fancy to him." Daoist Xia Luo is known for his quick temper and straightforward temper in the world of cultivating immortals. From the perspective of others, he didn't realize that there was something going on inside.

The head of Luoshuimen hastily got up and explained: "Lu Shiyi has not worshiped any disciple of his sect as a teacher, so he is not a disciple of Luoshuimen." Luoshuimen is an affiliated sect of Qiyumen, so naturally he can't disobey Daoist Xia Luo's face.

Chu Shumo seemed to be a little out of energy, and didn't want to continue to deal with it: "He is kind to me." Everyone seemed to sense the impatience in his words, and they kept silent: "I will strengthen the formation in the near future. Don't get close to Futu Mountain and Canglang Valley for a hundred miles." After speaking, he left in a flick of his sleeves and returned to Xuanyuan Peak in the glow of the sun.

When the Xiaguang completely disappeared, Jian Yi straightened up, and his eyes flicked over the faces of the people: "Everyone is thinking about other things, why not think about how to train the disciples of the sect, so that the sect will not fall in a hundred years." Mu Jia Zhenren's complexion changed slightly. Since he took over as the head of Xiaoyaozhuang, he has been suppressed by Jianzong. If he wants to regain the number one sect in the world of cultivating immortals, he will naturally be unable to resist when encountering matters related to Jianzong.

The juniors who stayed at the sword-making platform have not noticed this change, but the heads of various factions have prepared to hide the matter together to avoid unnecessary riots.

After the lecture in the morning was over, there were still monks who stayed at the sword-casting platform and refused to leave, especially those sword cultivators who had come all the way, looking up at Xuanyuan Peak almost with a pilgrimage.

Perhaps the prizes were too tempting, and this contest was even more smoky than usual.

By the third day, the scene on the sword casting platform could no longer be described as lively.The monks in the world of cultivating immortals heard the rumors that the winner of the small competition could enter Xuanyuan Peak, and rushed from all directions regardless of the cost. If Master Jian Yi had not prepared, the gate of this mountain would have been crushed.

But the immortal cultivators on the sword-casting platform had no time to pay attention to others, because on the third day, the ancestor who had been living alone on the top of Xuanyuan came to the sword-casting platform in person.

The author has something to say:

The focus of this chapter... is the head of the meeting (/ω＼)

There is an exam on Saturday, and the update will be put in the manuscript box_(:з」∠)_The message may not be replied in time, but I will read it.