God please

Wuxing Lingquan is located in the depths of Zhanguang Mountain. Although the name is a spring, it has been accumulated for thousands of years, but it has turned into a lake. The heavenly court sent heavy soldiers to guard it. Ordinary immortals are not allowed to enter without permission.

Therefore, the matter that Gou Chen brought Shan Zhiyuan into the mountain that day was heard by the mountain god general.

When he left the mountain, Gou Chen was still asking him, what is his plan for the future?Shan Zhiyuan naturally wants to pursue his own way and revitalize the division, both ways.

Gou Chen then presented him with several cultivation methods.The "Congenital Five Elements Cultivation Method" is specially designed for the spiritual roots of the five elements, but other people cannot practice it.If he wanted to revitalize the division, he would naturally be unable to support it alone, so he had to consider the matter of cultivating the underachievers.

Then he taught him how to set up a mountain gate, how to recruit disciples, and other matters.

Emperor Gouchen deserved to be the assistant of the Emperor of Heaven. He had a long-term vision and thoughtful plans for him. The vague "rejuvenation of the division" has gradually become a goal that is within reach. You only need to be down-to-earth and achieve it step by step.

Shan Zhiyuan was grateful at first, but then felt something unusual.

Such eagerness to give each other all of their money...it seems like a farewell.

Outside Zhanguang Mountain, there is a sea of ​​clouds, and a line of heavenly soldiers are waiting outside, waiting in full force, and the leader is actually the Heavenly Emperor.

The young man sat on a white deer wearing a rainbow, with bare feet, white clothes, and a golden crown. His eyes were staring, and he said coldly: "Gou Chen, you are getting bolder and bolder. If you leave your post without reporting to me, what should you do?" ?”

Shan Zhiyuan took a step forward with enthusiasm, but Gou Chen pressed his shoulder and pulled him aside.Then the always proud fairy bowed his head and saluted: "I am guilty, but after this battle, this pantheon finally does not need to entangle the natal god, and I will finally be free today."

That day, the emperor's expression softened a little, and he said softly: "It's a great joy, you are so entangled with that mortal... I, I'm so bored."

Gou Chen put two fingers together again, pointing at the center of Shan Zhiyuan's eyebrows, still looking serious, and said with a serious smile: "In the future, if you want to use the spell of summoning gods, you can only call according to this roster, and you can't call the name of the god of life again, can you remember?"

The little bit of warmth and joy that Shan Zhiyuan had raised earlier seemed to fall into a cold pool, and it disappeared bit by bit, and there was endless coldness that spread to his chest.He only whispered: "...Remember."

Heavenly Emperor Shengyang smiled brightly, jumped off the white deer's back, and was about to jump into Gou Chen's arms.

Gou Chen crossed his arms, his robe sleeves fluttered, blocking him half a foot away, and said: "Heavenly Emperor, there is a difference between a monarch and his ministers."

Sheng Yang frowned dissatisfied, and swept around, surrounded by thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals, with star officials and immortal officials accompanying him, he could only sigh and said: "Come back with me."

Gou Chen said: "Follow the order." He never looked back again, stepped up to the auspicious clouds, and left with the Emperor of Heaven.

Afterwards, Xingchen and others sent him the Qiankun ring and the spirit animal bag, and led him back to the mortal world.

Since Gou Chen said not to summon the natal gods, Shan Zhiyuan kept his promise, and he never called any natal gods by name.

However, the roster that Gou Chen left for him was full of hundreds of gods, from as small as the Yellow Turban Warriors to as large as the Gods of the Four Seas, but it was enough for him.

In a flash, a year and a half passed.

It is less than a month before the sectarian conference.

The three masters and apprentices of the True Immortal School are currently living temporarily in the Wandu City Inn at the foot of Wandu Mountain.

I live in the best inn in the city. The sectarian meeting is coming soon, and the rent is also rising. The small courtyard where the three masters and apprentices live costs 1 spirit stones a day, and the monthly rent is [-]% off. Qian Lingshi.

Such a sky-high price almost made the head of Yue Zhong, who had been in poverty all his life, faint.Shan Zhiyuan easily threw out a storage bag and paid two months' rent in advance.

Headmaster Yue sighed all the time when he entered the small courtyard, but Hu Mancang was very appreciative.

This independent small courtyard is extremely elegant, and has set up a defensive magic circle, no one can enter unless invited, and it can block ten blows of the cultivator of the transformation god.

Ever since meeting those bully monks in Lingfeng Village, Hu Mancang has attached great importance to the defense of his residence.What's more, the facilities in this courtyard are well-equipped, and it is also excellent for receiving guests, and it is also helpful for him to deal with businessmen.

He also got a set of mental methods taught by his senior brother, which is exactly in line with his cultivation of the three spiritual roots of earth, wood and water, so his cultivation base has also increased greatly in the past year and a half, and he has more confidence in his actions.

At this time, I also advised Master, "Wandu City is full of fish and dragons, not to mention that during the sect's general meeting, the Sanshan Temple and Linghua Palace will all enter the city. This courtyard is clean, and the brothers are going to participate in the general meeting, so they should not be disturbed too much."

Seeing that Yue Zhong's complexion had softened, he hit the iron while it was hot: "Not to mention just [-] spirit stones, this disciple has earned enough from trading this year, so you don't need to let senior brother spend the money."

Shan Zhiyuan released A Tao from the spirit beast bag and let him play in the courtyard. Hearing this, he said with a smile: "After the meeting, we will open a mountain to recruit disciples. The spirit stones cost countless, and we still need to take care of them."

Complacent, Hu Mancang patted his chest and said, "Leave it on me!"

At this time, Shan Zhiyuan just remembered something, he lived in that ancient city for more than a month, bought a large number of natural materials and earth treasures of unknown use, and then various incidents happened one after another, he actually forgot about those things.

He hastily dug out the storage bag from the corner, and offered it respectfully, "Master, this is what this disciple got by accident. I don't know how to deal with it?"

Yue Zhong was curious, so he still took the storage bag, swept away his consciousness, and in shock, jumped off the grand master's chair, almost knocking over the teacup, his hands trembling violently, "This, this, this... the yellow dust eats the moon bamboo , Little Pantao, Han Yuan Hot Metal, White Spider Crystal Yarn... Where did you find these treasures?!"

Shan Zhiyuan said: "It's hard to say..."

In the light of thousands of thunders, the tough and unyielding figure reappeared in his heart, and gradually expanded, which made Shan Zhiyuan's heart tighten, and then he suppressed it again, and said with a smile: "It was also a coincidence, and it came at the right time. Master put it away with peace of mind yes."

Yue Zhong handed the storage bag back to Shan Zhiyuan, and said seriously: "You will spend more in the future, so don't waste money."

Hu Mancang standing aside was even more itchy, so he asked for a storage bag to scan it carefully. The waiter in the front shop of Qiankun Pavilion also had extraordinary vision, his eyes lit up instantly, but he showed no greed. The bag was handed back, but he said happily: "Very good, I will keep it as the treasure of the town sect in the future, and my True Immortal sect can be regarded as a bit of a foundation."

Shan Zhiyuan had no choice but to take it back, but after thinking about it, he took out dozens of spiritual tools and spirit stones again, and picked out a few large quantities from the ancient treasures, and put them together in a storage bag, before he said: "Master , Junior Brother, since we want to gain a foothold in the sect, we must establish relationships with other sects, and these rights are used as funds."

Yue Zhong sighed again, on the one hand he was sad about his incompetence, but on the other hand he was very relieved, this apprentice is now thoughtful and sincere.

Shan Zhiyuan thought, with his little experience, when would he think of so much.It's nothing more than Gou Chen's point in the past, which was firmly remembered by him.

It's just that recently...he has chanted Gou Chen's name too many times.

Since the immortal welcomed the Heavenly Emperor back to his throne, he has nothing to do with him in mortal affairs.Although no one said it clearly, Shan Zhiyuan could see clearly that although the names were the four natal gods, the Taiyu, Qilin and Kaiyang were all looking at the head of the horse, and the mortal relationship was broken, and the four gods were broken together.

So... why should he never forget?

It's just that there are some, and the mood is waning.

After talking to Shimen in a hurry, Shan Zhiyuan left the inn to inquire about news.

This Wandu City is adjacent to Kunlun Mountain and Wandu Mountain. It is the top city in the world. There are millions of residents. The city is also extremely grand and has a vast territory.It is said that the city lord is a monk who has crossed the catastrophe. He has cultivated into the body of a half-immortal, and has many capable people under his command. Therefore, the city is self-reliant, and the surrounding kingdoms are helpless.

Most of the sectarian assembly in Wandu Mountain was taken over by Wandu City.Shan Zhiyuan asked the waiter in the inn, and spent a spirit stone to buy a map, and followed the signs on the map, and came to a tall building in Santiaofang in the east of the city.

The building towers into the sky, with red walls and black tiles, carved beams and painted buildings, meticulously carved, extremely magnificent and majestic.The inscription on the plaque reads: Four lacquered characters of sectarian assembly.

There are people coming and going at the door, bustling and bustling, so lively.

The hall is spacious, and there are a lot of monks received. Although it is busy, it is in an orderly manner, which shows that its management is proper.

Shan Zhiyuan stepped through the door and knocked lightly on the desk with the word "Registration" hanging on it, "True Immortals are here to register."

The young cultivator built a foundation and said with a gentle smile when he heard the words: "Excuse me, Immortal Master, do you have the jade seal of the master?"

Shan Zhiyuan then showed the jade seal that his master gave him, and the monk also took out a piece of jade spy and sealed the jade seal.Unexpectedly, the jade spy flashed red, but the seal could not be covered.

The monk had never encountered such a situation before, and he was stunned for a moment, stammering: "This...could it be..." Fortunately, he was still clever, pretending that the word had not been said before he stopped it in time, and hurriedly coughed Said: "Please take the immortal master for a while, and go down to check the information of previous years."

Shan Zhiyuan said, "Thank you."

The young monk asked again: "I wonder when was the last time your sect participated in the sect conference?"

Shan Zhiyuan blushed, and said in a low voice, "A hundred years ago."

The young monk was also a little dazed when he heard it, and said: "The sects recorded in the Jade Spy are updated every year, and the records of your sect should be kept in previous years. I will check them out for the immortal master."

Shan Zhiyuan still said, "Thank you."

The young monk apologized and left the hall.Shan Zhiyuan waited quietly at the side, at this moment a cold snort sounded from beside him, which came into Shan Zhiyuan's ears clearly.

"A small sect that has been unsuccessful for a hundred years, come here to join in the fun. It's not embarrassing. It's better to go home and farm."

The voice was shrill and piercing, but in the bustling hall, it was as clear as a small stone thrown into the rippling lake surface, causing ripples in circles.

The crowds around them looked curiously at the two of them.

Cultivation is like sailing against the current, with hundreds of boats racing against each other.The sect conference is the best way to show the power of the sect, enhance the prestige, and attract disciples.

The sects that have not participated in the conference for a hundred years are probably not strong enough...

Therefore, the eyes of those around him were mixed with contempt.

Just like the pale young monk in green shirt in front of him.

Shan Zhiyuan, however, amidst the spies and provocations with different thoughts, slowly curled the corners of his mouth, smiled, and met the monk's eyes.

In an instant, the sword energy was sharp, and the roar surged out.The green-shirted monk couldn't resist, he felt an overwhelming pressure, he couldn't help stepping back more than ten steps, and fell to the ground.

The fellow disciples behind the green-shirted monk immediately stepped forward angrily and shouted, "Bold!"

Private fighting is strictly prohibited in the city, not to mention that Shan Zhiyuan just released his sword energy to scare him, but he never thought that the man was so careless in his appearance of gold and jade.

Shan Zhiyuan was still calm and calm, he smiled calmly and said: "Accept."

The green-clothed friar had already been helped up, and he said sadly: "What a true fairy sect, I will tell you to go and never return, let's go!"

After a while, all the people were evacuated.

At this time, the young monk had already brought a piece of jade spy with a slightly old color, stamped the jade seal of the head of the Zhenxian sect, and said with a smile: "Master Immortal has been waiting for a long time, please pay [-] spirit stones."

Shan Zhiyuan didn't care about it, took out the spirit stone and handed it in, and asked again: "Who is that monk in green just now?"

The young monk said: "That is the young lord of the Five Willow Sect, named Liu Shineng. The Five Willow Sect is best at talismans, and if it is a battle, it will be extremely difficult... Immortal Master, be careful." All kinds of information are reported by Zong.

Shan Zhiyuan's mind gradually became clear, if the young suzerain really wanted to provoke him, he would naturally not mind using him as the first stepping stone.

Immediately, he took out another low-grade spiritual weapon as a thank you.

The young monk couldn't get away, looking at Shan Zhiyuan's back, his eyes were a little straight.The True Immortal Sect, which has been silent for hundreds of years, has powerful disciples and rich wealth, so I'm afraid it should not be underestimated.

In the Four Royal Palaces of the Heavenly Court, Tai Yu brushed away the phantom in the mirror, and white clouds rose again in the mirror of the Three Lives III, covering the figure of the little monk.

At this time, someone came up behind him, "Why are you spying on the mortal world again... Who are you looking at?"

Tai Yu stood still, and only laughed in a low voice: "However, His Majesty has forgotten the routine inspection."

Sheng Yang was stunned, and hurriedly said: "Naturally, I have never forgotten... This small matter is left to the star officials. Why do you have to do it yourself?"

Most of this young man's memory is fuzzy, but he still remembers that among the four appearances, the only one who can get close to him when he transforms into Tai Yu...but only a little bit.

He didn't know what to do, and he couldn't predict the future, so he could only seek some comfort as he was doing now.

Unexpectedly, Tai Yu disappeared in a blink of an eye, Gou Chen only raised his hand and gently placed it on top of the young man's head, the figure of the Emperor of Heaven was blurred again, turned into a protective heart mirror and fell into Gou Chen's hand.

The person next to this false soul has never learned, but the skill of obsessive obsession is far superior to the deity, but I don't know how long this Heavenly Emperor can hide...