Lanke Chess Edge

At this moment, Ji Yuan, Ju Yuanzi and others, who were regarded as masters in the eyes of others, had a very complicated and subtle state of mind.

Ji Yuan felt that the day of the Fairy Journey Conference was finally approaching, and he was fine on the flying boat in Xuanxin Mansion, but when he got off the boat, a sense of anticipation and excitement gradually grew stronger.

After all, it is a well-known immortal cultivation conference, can you meet some real masters, will you meet the author of "Dream in the Clouds", how many miraculous magic can you see? Hope to meet everything you expect.

As for everyone in Yuhuai Mountain, the mood was equally complicated. They hadn't come to the Fairy Tour Conference for several times. In the past, the monks in the mountain gate had caused troubles in the discussion session.

Real people such as Yangming and Qiu Feng in Yuhuai Mountain are just juniors in front of Ju Yuanzi. They have never participated in the Fairy Tour Conference, let alone those of the disciple generation. Feeling anxious.

As for Ju Yuanzi, he has lived for so many years, and his cultivation is at the peak of Yuhuai Mountain. His state of mind has long been different. The incidents of the past and the unknowns of the Fairy Tour Conference are nothing in front of him, and there is no disturbance in his heart. Ji Yuan is superficially calm, but he is really calm.

"Mr. Ji, let's pay a visit to Jiufeng Mountain first. They will arrange a place for us. Of course, if we are not satisfied, we can go outside and find a place for ourselves."

For Ju Yuanzi's suggestion, it is natural to think about fate, and he nodded in agreement.

Several people lingered on the market at Ruanshan Ferry, and walked all the way to a very conspicuous building on the ferry. There was a red flag floating on the top, and on the flag were written several dazzling Chinese characters—Dengxian Pavilion.

When the onlookers saw Ji Yuan and his party walking towards the building, and there was a monk from Jiufeng Mountain coming out to greet him at the door, they knew that this was a real person from the Immortal Dao, the kind who had an invitation card for the Immortal Journey Conference.

A moment later, a monk from Mount Jiufeng in a blue robe left Dengxian Pavilion with Ji Yuan and Yu Huaishan, and a huge willow leaf spilled from his sleeves, which changed into the size of a small boat in front of his eyes.

"Fellow Taoists, please get on the Green Leaf Boat. My Nine Peaks Mountain Dojo is in this Ruan Mountain, and I am not in this Ruan Mountain. Some of you may not be familiar with the route. I will send you fellow Taoists to rest in the mountains."

"Well, thank you!"

Ju Yuanzi said politely, stepping on the green leaves first, followed by Ji Yuan and others.

The people in Jiufeng Mountain here regard Ji Yuan as a monk of Yuhuai Mountain, and Ji Yuan doesn't explain anything, so as not to ask him for an invitation alone, which he doesn't have, and he has to find the governor of Feizhou who invited him back then. It's better to have less trouble.

But Ji Yuan had just stepped on the green leaf boat with his front foot, and before his back foot stepped on it, he heard someone calling him from far away.

"Mr. Ji...Mr. Ji...but Mr. Ji?"

This voice is somewhat familiar, but it feels a little strange, which is very strange. Ji Yuan's ears are unbelievably sharp, and almost all sounds are unforgettable.

Not to mention human voices, even dog barks, he can distinguish every dog ​​he has heard, and has never encountered a sound that is both familiar and unfamiliar.

Ji Yuan frowned and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and suddenly felt a bright light in front of his eyes, a man with aura in his eyes was walking quickly, he was wearing a light yellow robe, and his head Wearing a gold hairpin, Dai Xiaoguan was full of surprises.

Because of these two calls, the monks of Jiufeng Mountain and everyone in Yuhuai Mountain naturally stopped their movements and looked at the person who came.

Soon, the visitor walked up to Ji Yuan, stretched his arms and bowed ninety degrees, and made a big salute to Ji Yuan.

"Meet Mr. Ji! I didn't expect it was really you. My master also said that you would definitely not come here. Hahaha, he must be happy to see you!"

Ji Yuan's heart moved when he heard the words, but he didn't show it on his face, he looked at the man who spoke and nodded slightly but didn't speak.

With a smile on his face, the man put away his gift before saying a word.

"Sir, you don't know me, do you?"

"hehe!"

Ji Yuan smiled inscrutably. He thought of a person. In the whole world, if he did not use magical powers to change, there might be only one person who he could not remember after hearing the sound, and the person in front of him obviously There is no magic power.

"Your Majesty has changed into a good skin!"

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled even wider.

"As expected of Mr. Ji, you can recognize me without my prompting at all, Yang Zong bows! But don't mention this title Mr., I dare not answer you if you dare to call me!"

Seeing Yang Zong's middle-aged appearance, Ji Yuan was inexplicably relieved, he was really afraid that a kid in a bellyband would pop up, and someone like him would not be able to accept it.

Throwing away the funny thoughts in his mind, Ji Yuan looked around, since Yang Zong was here, the old beggar shouldn't be too far away, but he didn't see it, and the other party probably didn't see him either, otherwise he must have come .

"Where's your master?"

"Master is in Jiufeng Mountain. My senior brother and I came here to hang out in the Ruanshandu market by ourselves. I didn't expect to meet you, sir. Yang Zong dare not forget your great kindness. Without my husband and mentor, there would be no Yang Zong." Now!"

As expected, the old emperor has been completely reborn, he has achieved a complete understanding between life and death, his character is completely different from before, plus he has changed into a lotus root body, it's no wonder that Ji Yuan's ears can't distinguish the sound.

Thinking that the other party used lotus root to reshape the body, Ji Yuan couldn't help but look up and down at every joint of Yang Zong, wondering if he would often break his limbs?

"Uh, Mr. Ji, who is this?"

Ju Yuanzi didn't know who the person in front of him was, why did Mr. Ji call him "Your Majesty"?

Ji Yuan smiled, and waved his hand towards Yang Zong, who had a very different mental outlook.

"Friend Ju, this one is the original Dazhen Emperor, Yuande Emperor Yang Zong."

"Huh? Emperor Yuande?"

"Emperor Yuande!"

"What!?"

"Didn't Emperor Yuande die?"

Ju Yuanzi and Yu Huaishan were all shocked, while the cultivator of Jiufeng Mountain next to him was not in a hurry, nor rushed, but just observed the scene in front of him attentively.

Yang Zong hurriedly bowed to everyone.

"Yang Zong has met all the senior immortal elders. You are right. Emperor Yuande has passed away, and now it is only Yang Zong!"

After Ju Yuanzi was surprised, his eyes flashed suddenly, and he suddenly thought of a possibility, that is to reshape the physical body and recreate the universe.

‘Great hand! '

"Junior Brother...Junior Brother...why are you running so fast, I can't even keep up with you!"

Ji Yuan's familiar voice appeared from behind, and a young man who looked about the same size as Wei Yuansheng hurried over, holding a steaming lotus leaf bag in his hand.

He grew taller, and his clothes became tidier, but when Ji Yuan saw his appearance, he felt that he was still the same little beggar back then.

"Junior brother, if you run around again, I won't take it with you next time..."

The boy stopped in the middle of his speech, swallowed the food in his mouth with a "gulu", and looked at Ji Yuan with wide eyes.

"Xiaoyou, don't you recognize me?"

"Mr. Ji! You also came to the Xianyou Conference? That's great! Now my junior brother and I have one more acquaintance!"

As he said that, Lu Xiaoyou handed over the lotus leaf bag in his hand to Ji Yuan.

"Sir, try it, the hawthorn glutinous rice dumplings are just out of the pot!"

Ji Yuan was not polite either, he reached out with a smile and picked up a grain, and chewed it in his mouth.

"Fellow daoists, I think it's better to go to my Jiufeng Mountain and settle down. How about talking about the past?"

The cultivator from Jiufeng Mountain didn't make a sound until now. It's normal to meet acquaintances during the Fairy Tour Conference. There are so many immortal cultivators who are birthday stars. It's not uncommon for many old friends to meet after decades or even hundreds of years .

"Mr. Ji, you guys go first. Brother and I will go back to find Master and tell him that you are here."

Ji Yuan nodded, stepped on the green leaf boat, and then the monk of Jiufeng Mountain cast a spell to control the boat and ascend to the sky. Although he was also moving forward, the height was always rising.

Ji Yuan turned his head to look in the direction of the flying boat. With his eyes wide open, he could faintly see nine huge mountain peaks hanging in the sky in the deep mist.

Down at Ruanshandu, Lu Xiaoyou and Yang Zong maintained the posture of saluting and sending them off, knowing that they could not see the fate before accepting the gift.

"Master must be very happy to know... right?"

"Well, or rather complicated..."

"Why!"

The pair of brothers and sisters have gotten to know each other very well over the years, and they couldn't help but sighed. Of course, the master must be happier on the whole.

The speed of the green leaf boat was not slow, and it was already far away from Ruan Shandu in a moment. After passing through the misty clouds, Ji Yuan and others saw the real gate of Jiufeng Mountain.

Nine huge mountain peaks are lined up in different heights, but generally the same. Among them are green mountains and green waters, but they hang above the clouds. They are originally standing on the clouds, but there are still shallow white clouds above the mountains. There are rainbows shining on some mountain tops, and there are even birds swimming and immortals shuttling.

"Dear friends, that is where the gate of my Jiufeng Mountain is located. The nine peaks stand in the clouds, but they are here but not here. A few fellow Taoists will receive a token when they go. If there is no token, you can enter If you don’t have the mountain gate, then don’t lose it.”

This monk has always behaved politely, but at this moment, it is difficult to hide the pride in his heart as a disciple of Jiufeng Mountain.

The Holy Land of Nine Peaks has infinite magical methods, and being able to hold the Immortal Journey Conference is a very face-saving thing. People who cultivate immortals have no strong desires, and worldly wealth cannot be shaken, but this face is hard-won, and everyone will be proud of it.

It was also the first time for Ju Yuanzi to come to Jiufeng Mountain, and it was also the first time that Jiufeng Mountain held the Fairy Journey Conference.

brush! brush! brush!

There were streams of light flashing by the side, and it was several young and young monks walking with swords, and there were even laughter and laughter as they walked away.

"Hahahahaha... I'm the fastest!"

"Your swords are as slow as turtles!"

"Look if I don't catch up with you!"

"Don't run!"

As the sound faded away, the sword light went straight and spiraled from time to time, leaving behind entangled trails, showing the magic of Yu Jian. Just looking at Yu Jian's nimble technique, Ji Yuan felt ashamed of himself.

‘It’s all a fairy scene, it’s a good trip this time! '