To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

The scene was crowded and crowded. As soon as Kong Jiao showed up to greet Han Honghua, he was recognized by the Imperial City residents watching the excitement on both sides of the street.

Someone in the crowd called him Mr. Bingpo.

Kong Jiao didn't even raise his eyelids, so he was naturally too lazy to respond and hurriedly asked Han Honghua to leave.

After the two left side by side, the residents at the scene naturally talked about their relationship.

"Master Bingpo seems to know Kuangren Wudong! What is their relationship?"

"Can you not recognize him? He is a genius from the same place."

"I heard that Mo Shengmen behind the madman has a good relationship with Ashen Parasol Sect behind Young Master Bingpo. It's not surprising that they know each other."

"There are so many talented people in Wudong. Mr. Bingpo's ice-based Taoist skills are unrivaled by anyone in our world. This madman is also good at physical skills. In our world, there are almost no people who can suppress this madman."

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Hearing the discussions on both sides of the street, Luo Tao, who was already defeated by Han Honghua, was even more depressed.

After all, he was a well-known figure in Yunmo, and he had never been ignored like this.

It's a pity that this is not Yunmo, and he was defeated by Han Honghua in public. No matter how famous Yunmo is, if he loses, he loses.

"There are many talented people in the four regions and one sea. I can still be considered a genius in Yunmo. Coming to this place where heroes gather is just an ordinary thing."

After figuring out the joint, Luo Tao smiled bitterly and left sadly.

Midnight, Princess Mansion, the courtyard where Kong Jiao lives.

Shangguan Yuzhou, Han Honghua, and Congyun gathered here and placed a table of wine and food in the courtyard.

Although Cong Yun, Shangguan Yuzhou and Han Honghua met each other for the first time, they were all kindred spirits and not restrained.

He is also a fair-weather monk, not as pedantic as the monks at Buddhist Gate, and he has become familiar with him after going back and forth.

The four of them drank and chatted happily all over the world.

After drinking for three rounds, Kong Jiao suddenly looked at Han Honghua, who was having a drink with Shangguan Yuzhou, and asked, "Sister Hua, are you also here for the ancient city of Chaodi?"

Although there are already speculations, it is still prudent to ask clearly.

Needless to say, Han Honghua took out a simple token from her storage bag, waved it in front of everyone, and said with a smile: "That's for sure, otherwise the mountains are high and the roads are far away, and I would have spent so much effort to come here. what."

"That couldn't be better." Looking at the token in Han Honghua's hand, Kong Jiao smiled warmly.

At present, due to the changes in the Xianyun world, many monks from other worlds have come to Tianqi with the order of inheritance. It is the time for the meeting of the wind and clouds.

Han Honghua can enter the ancient city of Chaodi, and she will be another helper when the time comes.

"This order is not easy to get. Where did Sister Hua get it?" Shangguan Yuzhou took the order from Han Honghua and looked at it. He said with emotion: "If the master hadn't gotten two of them from Prince Qingluan, , I can’t even come to Qi today.”

This is what Kong Jiao wanted to ask, and his eyes subconsciously looked at Han Honghua.

Obviously she got the token after she left, otherwise she would have come to Tianqi together.

Han Honghua didn't hide anything. After taking a sip of wine, she said nonchalantly: "An old acquaintance sold me the map to enter the West Huang Paradise that I bought from him in the Luoxia Mountains."

"One hundred spirit crystals, buy one, get one free."

As she said this, Han Honghua winked at Kong Jiao and joked, "I even gave Xie Guangan Fellow Daoist one at that time."

"Sister Hua, please stop teasing me." Kong Jiao couldn't laugh or cry when she heard Han Honghua mention her former pseudonym.

How could she forget her acquaintance with Han Honghua.

At that time, I used the pseudonym Xie Guang'an and wore a thousand-changing mask, and met Han Honghua in the Luoxia Mountains.

She had a forthright temperament and made the conversation interesting, so she casually gave herself a map.

To be honest, that thing itself is very strange.

Someone actually sells the map of the entrance to the West Huang Paradise for a hundred spiritual crystals.

Kong Jiao didn't go into it at that time, but now that I think about it, it's incredible.

What's even more strange is that Han Honghua actually met that person a second time and bought the Token from him.

It’s still a real order passed down from generation to generation!

Kong Jiao looked at the pure white luck on Han Honghua's head and the golden luck that occupied one-third of the white luck cloud above his head, and thought a little depressed: "My luck is obviously higher, why can't I meet this kind of luck?" Good thing."

Sitting opposite Kong Jiao, Cong Yun, who was eating meat non-stop, was suddenly stunned for a moment after hearing Han Honghua's dictation. Then he touched his bald head and asked with a strange expression: "Is that man an old man carrying a heavy knife?" A rag rag, grabbing everyone's hand and asking for palm readings?"

Han Honghua was stunned for a moment, then looked at Cong Yun and nodded, and asked: "Does the monk know that old man?"

Cong Yun pursed his lips, wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth, then calmly took out a token from his storage bag and placed it on the table.

Kong Jiao looked around and his expression became extremely strange.

Because it is another order passed down from generation to generation.

I heard Congyun say with emotion in my ear: "Xiao Monk also bought this token from him."

"Xiao Monk also met a liar, so he didn't answer him at that time."

"That old man is interesting. He came with me and sold me whatever he wanted. The young monk said he had no money, but he could actually accurately tell how many spiritual crystals I had in my pocket."

After listening to Cong Yun and Han Honghua's narration, not only Kong Jiao opened his mouth in surprise, but also Shangguan Yuzhou put down the wine bowl in his hand, with a wonderful expression.

Shangguan Yuzhou glanced at the tokens in the hands of Han Honghua and Cong Yun blankly, and asked: "Monk, where did you meet that old man?"

Cong Yun glanced at Shangguan Yuzhou and probably knew what he meant, so he said truthfully: "Yun Mo."

Kong Jiao looked at Shangguan Yuzhou and asked Han Honghua: "Where is Sister Hua?"

Han Honghua also understood what Shangguan Yuzhou meant, narrowed her eyes, and said cooperatively: "Of course it's Wudong."

Kong Jiao felt a little weird and sighed: "How strange!"

The old man not only appeared in the West Huang Paradise selling maps to enter the West Huang Paradise.

It can also appear in Yunmo and Wudong at the same time, and be sold to Congyun and Han Honghua respectively to enter the ancient city of Chaodi.

What’s even more incredible is that the things he sells are still real.

"That old man is really weird." Han Honghua had been in contact with the man several times and agreed with Kong Jiao's statement. She also happily added: "Yunmo and Wudong are millions of miles apart. He can go back and forth between the two areas at will. , everything sold is genuine, he must be an expert hermit."

"The way he behaves is indeed like a master of gaming." Shangguan Yuzhou nodded in agreement.

Congyun said the Buddha's name and sighed: "I don't know what his intention is."

What Cong Yun said was also something Kong Jiao cared about.

The sudden appearance of such an expert inevitably made him wary. After all, it was such a sensitive time for changes in the Xianyun world's spiritual power.

He was the one who fueled the situation in Xihuang Blessed Land.

The ancient city of Chaodi also has his shadow.

"What does he want to do?"

Kong Jiao played with the wine glass in his hand, his eyes wandering, his thoughts flying far away.

He doesn't believe in the game of human beings. There must be a reason for what an expert does.

It's just that there is too little information now, and Kong Jiao has no way to analyze the reasons behind it.

After pondering for a moment, he could only shake his head.

Kong Jiao could not guess the old man's purpose, but Kong Jiao was certain of one thing.

Yunmo and Wudong are millions of miles apart.

It takes four or five months for a monk to travel day and night.

The palm-generated power can be faster, but it still takes seven or eight days, right?

Being able to travel such a long distance between Yunmo and Wudong at will, what kind of realm is that for the old man?

"Zhao Xuan?"

Kong Jiao's expression was slightly touched. (End of chapter)