Talk about bragging, why do you really have the qualifications of a great emperor?

Chapter 269 He slept in the coffin you slept in (7800 words)
The night is like fog and hazy.

On Spirit Turtle Peak.

Outside Wang Xiu's small courtyard, a group of people gathered around, looking anxious.

Birds are chirping, and the apes in the mountains are also chirping, which is annoying.

Luo Binglan, Dugu Qingqian and other powerful earth immortals are all there.

Ji Zidian was sitting under the tree, staring blankly at the closed door. Her beautiful eyes were full of worry, and even her expression was a bit haggard. I felt pity for him.

Li Xuanqi said: "Don't worry, he will be fine."

Zhang Yuge also said: "Yes, who is the eldest brother? Even the Demon Emperor can't do anything to him, he must be just too tired!"

After hearing this, everyone was busy echoing.

But no matter how I listen to it, I feel like I am trying to comfort myself.

They couldn't even get close to a battlefield of that level.

Although Wang Xiu was far superior to them, he was still young after all, and his level was not yet that high. How could he escape unscathed if he got involved?

Especially the final formation of the Hades Summoning Gods was so powerful that it even summoned the heroic spirit of the Quasi-Emperor.

No one dares to think about the price Wang Xiu paid.

Zhuo Canglang was sitting in a wheelchair. He had taken a large amount of holy medicine, and even some fairy medicine to heal his injuries. His body had grown back, but his injuries were still far from serious. He appeared here at this moment, staring at Wang with worry. Show room.

He coughed twice and then said: "If Grand Master and uncle can't help it, push me in."

Dugu Qingqian looked slightly different and said: "Senior brother..."

Zhuo Canglang raised his hand to signal her not to speak and said, "Nothing can happen to the Holy Son."

Dugu Qingqian remained silent.

……

Squeak!

Finally, the door opened.

Xue Zu walked out, his white face full of exhaustion.

She looked up at the crowd, and without saying much, she directly told them the answer they wanted: "The Holy Son is fine!"

A sound of relief suddenly sounded in the yard.

Xue Zu said again: "It's just that I need to rest for a while!"

Ji Zidian hurriedly asked: "How long?"

Xue Zu hesitated for a moment and said: "It could be as short as a hundred and eighty years, or as long as three and a half hundred years, you can't say for sure!"

As soon as this word comes out.

Everyone's complexion changed.

Is this all right?
Xue Ancestor rolled his eyes at them and said: "With his cultivation in the Nascent Soul Realm, he burned longevity to forcefully complete the formation, and finally summoned a hundred thousand heroic spirits, and sent them to reincarnation... He was not squeezed dry on the spot, he had already It’s because his foundation is far more solid than ordinary people! If it weren’t for the protection of the Qing Emperor’s Immortality Sutra, he wouldn’t have been able to make it back to Sanqing, and he might have been unable to survive on the way!”

In other words, even a true saint has done so many things!
I'm afraid it's also a narrow escape!
Wang Xiu really saved his life!

Ji Zidian, Li Zuiyue and others were naturally dissatisfied with this result and spoke out one after another, asking Xuezu if there was any other way. No matter how difficult it was, they were willing to try it.

Ye Guhong said: "This is already a very good result."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, not knowing why.

Although this guy has always been cold and aloof, he is very sincere towards Wang Xiu. How could he say such a thing now?
Ye Guhong didn't explain, glanced at Wang Xiu's room, turned and left the crowd.

Li Zuiyue said angrily: "What do you mean?"

Zhuo Canglang coughed and said, "Okay, let's all disperse!"

After all, the majesty of the leader is extraordinary.

As soon as he spoke, the young disciples immediately stopped making trouble and dispersed.

Ji Zidian was a little reluctant to leave, and finally left under Li Xuanqi's persuasion.

……

inside the house.

Wang Xiu, whose eyes were still closed, twitched slightly as he listened to the conversation outside.

Three 500 years?

Just bury me!

Although Xue Zu’s judgment is correct, it is not entirely correct!

Even Xuezu could not understand everything inside Wang Xiu's body.

Although his condition is poor now.

But he didn't completely lose consciousness.

He has the Huanggu Bo Tian Jing to increase his physical body, and his physical activity has already increased his lifespan. His physical strength is astonishing.

The Hell Emperor's Prison Suppression Sutra and Da Luo's supreme divine consciousness can act on his spiritual world and restore his soul power.

Recovery was far less difficult than Xuezu thought.

"A year and a half...almost..."

Wang Xiu murmured in his heart, but did not make a sound to refute. Instead, he closed his eyes and sank into his mind.

……

It was quiet outside the small courtyard.

The wind blows quietly, the crabapple trees sway in the wind, and the fallen flowers are like white snow.

Zhuo Canglang said: "Thank you for your hard work, great uncle!"

The tired look on Xue Zu's face became even heavier, an unhealthy flush appeared on his pretty face, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Her aura instantly withered a lot.

Xue Zu waved his hand and said: "This kid saved my life, now I should give it back to him."

Her injury was more serious than Zhuo Canglang's, but it was not obvious.

If it hadn't been for the true power of the Green Emperor's Sutra of Immortality to protect her body, she would have been helpless.

After coming back, he didn't have time to rest and spent all his energy healing Wang Xiu's injuries, thus adding to his injuries.

Dugu Qingqian asked with some uncertainty: "Wang Xiu really wants to sleep for so long?"

Xue Anzu was slightly silent and said: "His origin consumption is too great, maybe... it will take longer than I said."

Quiet in the wind.

Several people were silent.

Wang Xiucai is less than 20 years old, but now he may have to sleep for hundreds of years. It is really a cruel thing.

a long time.

Zhuo Canglang said silently: "Just stay alive."

Xue Zu sighed secretly, suddenly remembered something, and said: "If there is a treasure that can warm the origin, maybe this time can be shortened."

Dugu Qingqian frowned and said, "This kind of treasure is too rare and hard to find!"

Luo Binglan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened her eyes and said, "Yes!"

……

The mountain behind Linggui Peak.

Wang Xiu lay quietly in the white jade ice coffin.

The moonlight fell and fell on his face through the jade coffin. His white face seemed to be shining, like a jade sculpture, so perfect.

A faint spiritual light floated around his body.

Like dust particles in the sun.

It gives people a feeling of tranquility and peace.

Dugu Qingqian looked at this scene and suddenly said: "He slept in the coffin you slept in. Is this considered a kind of inheritance?"

Luo Binglan said: "I have been lying in this coffin for ten years, so I stepped into the earthly immortal world earlier than you. Do you want to go in and lie down with my disciple? Maybe I won't dare to touch you when you come out?" "

Dugu Qingqian's eyebrows were slightly raised, a little angry, and she thought, what does it have to do with you stepping into the earthly immortal and lying in a coffin?
If it hadn't been for these few years.

Maybe you can get to this point faster.

But naturally she wouldn't say these words, as that would make her appear to be much weaker than the other person.

Although we have been fighting for so many years, we have never fought!
But she was never willing to just admit defeat.

Luo Binglan glanced at her and knew that she had misunderstood him, so she explained: "I will not fight with my apprentice wife."

Dugu Qingqian was stunned and subconsciously glanced at Wang Xiu lying in the coffin. He looked very good.

Two invisible blushes suddenly appeared on his face, and he snorted coldly: "Nonsense."

Luo Binglan looked her over, nodded thoughtfully, "That's right, my disciple probably wouldn't like someone so flat."

Dugu Qingqian: "!!!"

"My surname is Luo, I want to challenge you to a duel."

"Forget it! It's boring to bully you..."

"Are you afraid?"

"Ah, yes, yes, I'm afraid, okay! My disciple won't hate you, okay?"

"That's not what I said."

"..."

The two quarreled and fought all the way, and gradually drifted apart.

Zhuo Canglang glanced in that direction, then looked down at Wang Xiu, who had not yet been buried, with a slight twitch in his mouth: "It's okay, nephew, uncle is still here, I won't let you expose your body in the wilderness, come... uncle Bury it for you!"

Wang Xiu: "..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Canglang raised his hand and the coffin lid flew over and covered the coffin.

……

Wang Xiu was buried.

This kind of news cannot be concealed.

Soon, everyone in the Sanqing Immortal Sect knew about it.

Before dawn.

A group of people came to the mountain behind Lingguifeng in groups. Looking at the lonely new grave on the hillside, they couldn't help but feel sad in their hearts.

"Wow - Junior Brother! Why did you just leave?"

Li Zuiyue knelt down without saying a word, holding Wang Xiu's tombstone and bursting into tears and runny nose.

"That's right! It looked fine last time, but why was it so sudden... He left us brothers and left."

Huang Yunchong howled out loudly, crying very sadly. He took out a few sticks of Netherworld Incense from the space ring, lit it and prepared to insert it.

When Ji Zidian saw this scene, he was so angry that he stepped forward and kicked them both to the ground. He put his hands on his hips and said, "Are you crying? My senior brother is not dead, he is just sleeping."

Li Zuiyue was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the tombstone and found that what was written on it was indeed the resting place of Wang Xiu, the Holy Son of the Three Purities.

"Not dead? That's good, that's good!"

Li Zuiyue laughed out loud and hurriedly got up from the ground, breathing a big sigh of relief.

Everyone rolled their eyes when they heard this.

Several people came forward in turn and spoke to Wang Xiu.

Maybe Wang Xiu never responded.

Soon everyone fell silent, still not used to this kind of communication.

The venue was slightly quiet.

The breeze on the hillside ruffled the hair and robes of several people.

Gradually, everyone dispersed.

Only Ji Zidian and Li Xuanqi were left.

Li Xuanqi suddenly said: "We are leaving."

Ji Zidian was slightly surprised.

But it soon became clear that Li Xuanqi was the saint of Shushan, and of course she wanted to return to Shushan.

Because I was worried about Wang Xiu, I stayed here for a while.

Now there are results.

Nature will not stay long.

Ji Zidian glanced at her, bit her lip and said, "If there is any movement from senior brother, I will send you a message."

Li Xuanqi was slightly startled, a little surprised, and then smiled gently: "It's okay even if you hide it from me. When you get married, I will always get the news and come to snatch the marriage."

Ji Zidian's eyes widened, as if he did not expect that the majestic Saint of Shushan would say such words. Her plump chest rose and fell slightly, and she hummed: "Don't even think about it, I won't let you succeed."

Li Xuanqi laughed out loud, and the flower branches trembled.

Even the wind was fascinated.

Staying where you are, lifting the hem of the beautiful woman's skirt.

A few fallen flowers drifted from the mountains in the distance.

The petals fell on Li Xuanqi's shoulders and hands.

She pinched a piece, let it go and let it fall to the cliff, and said slowly: "I left today, I wonder when I can see you again in the future?"

Ji Zidian naturally knew that the person Li Xuanqi wanted to see would never be him, so he said silently: "Anyway, no matter how long it takes, I will wait."

Li Xuanqi glanced at her and smiled slightly.

Turn around and disappear into the sky of petals.

……

The Battle of the East China Sea is a major event affecting the entire human race.

Although only a few people have seen it with their own eyes.

It still doesn't affect the fact that the details are widely circulated.

"I heard that in the battle on Ying Mo Island, the person who finally turned the tide was the Holy Son of Sanqing!"

"It's hard to imagine that no matter how evil he is, he is just a young genius. How can he be effective on such a battlefield?"

"A frog at the bottom of a well! Who is the Holy Son of Sanqing? We can only imagine him?"

"My master went to the battlefield and caught a glimpse of the last scene from a distance. It was the Holy Son of Sanqing standing on an ancient formation, dominating the ancient formation, and summoning a hundred thousand heroic spirits... It was extremely spectacular."

"That's right! We were almost on the verge of death. All the strong men on our human side have been wiped out. If it weren't for the Holy Son of Sanqing, I'm afraid the outcome would have been doomed."

"If we lose this battle, I'm afraid the entire land of China will be in danger!"

"..."

Everyone is talking, and the rumors are getting more and more outrageous.

Some people say that the Holy Son of Sanqing is the reincarnation of the ancient emperor, who awakened his previous life at a critical moment and swept away the demon clan.

Others say that the background of the Holy Son of Sanqing is unfathomable, and that there are real immortals protecting him in the dark. In times of crisis, the immortals take action to suppress all enemies.

"So, has the threat from Ying Mo Island been truly lifted?"

"Ying Mo Island is gone, only ruins are left. I just visited it some time ago and there is nothing left."

"The entrance to the demon world is completely sealed! Now no demon can enter, and the world will be peaceful from now on!"

"Great! Holy Son Sanqing is amazing. He is a hero in the entire land of China."

"Heroes are naturally heroes...it's a pity that God is jealous of talents!"

In a very lively tavern somewhere, a monk sighed.

Hearing this, the others hurriedly came over and asked curiously: "What's going on?"

The cultivator said: "Haven't you heard? Holy Son Sanqing suffered too much loss in that battle and was seriously injured. He will never recover from his serious injuries."

As soon as these words came out, there was an instant uproar.

"Is there such a thing?"

"This is such a pity! The Holy Son of Sanqing is an unparalleled genius! If he can survive, his achievements in the future will be immeasurable, and he will be able to make the entire Nanzhou look up to him."

"Since ancient times, most people with talents close to demons rarely die a happy death. This is normal."

"It's normal, how can an ordinary genius be compared with the Holy Son of Sanqing? This is the hero of our human race. Without him, how can you still sit here and make sarcastic remarks? You have been chopped up and eaten by the demons long ago. This is old The sky has no eyes!”

Someone was so angry that he banged the table and yelled at the person who had just spoken.

The rest of the people were also filled with indignation and excitement. The person who had just spoken was frightened and slipped out like a mouse.

at this time.

A green light illuminates the street.

An old man wearing a green robe walked into the tavern and heard everyone's comments. He couldn't laugh or cry: "What are all this? Who said that the Holy Son of Sanqing is dead? He is not dead, but he was seriously injured and fell into a deep sleep. "

Everyone was immediately speechless: "Is this true?"

The old man in green robe said: "How can this be false? I just came down from paying homage to Spirit Turtle Peak!"

Everyone hurriedly asked: "Can we go?"

The old man in green robe said: "Of course, there are no restrictions in Sanqing Mountain. As long as they don't disturb Holy Son Sanqing, everyone can go and pay homage."

So the crowd dispersed.

……

There are many major events in the spiritual world these days.

For example, Master Daoxuan of Shushan died in the Battle of the East China Sea, and a funeral was to be held.Senior Sikong, a powerful immortal from Qingtian Cave, died in the battle in the East China Sea, and a funeral was to be held.

There is also the old Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain and the former Pavilion Master of Shanhaidongtian.

There are even Sanqing Immortal Sects, and Earth Immortals have also fallen.

It was only when these news spread that more practitioners knew how tragic this battle was.

The immortals who went there were all dead.

In exchange, the entire demon clan was annihilated.

Countless people were silent.

……

Shushan.

Xianyun Peak.

Daoxuanzhen didn't like fame and wealth during his lifetime, he was indifferent to the situation, and liked to live in peace and quiet. Naturally, his funeral was kept extremely simple.

He died at the hands of the Demon Emperor, and all his blood and essence burned out, turning into a rain of blood.

There is no body.

Just buried in clothes.

All the big shots in the cultivation world are here, and all the major caves have sent extremely important figures.

For example, the Celestial Master from Longhu Mountain.

His status is roughly equivalent to that of the Master of Discipline Peak in Shushan Mountain.

There is also one of the three deputy pavilion masters of Shanhaidongtian, which is similar to the deputy head master and has a very high status.

All the immortal sects showed enough respect for this venerable Heavenly Master who died fighting demons with his own body.

Zhuo Canglang came in person.

Although his injuries have not healed.

Among the people present, the only one who came personally as the headmaster of the Immortal Sect was the Sanqing Immortal Sect family.

Everyone was shocked.

But when I think of those rumors.

For example, Zhuo Canglang, Duan Xuanzhen, had called him his godfather for many years, and he even almost abducted the former saint of Shushan!

It was also relieved.

……

The funeral went well.

Cloud burials are customary in Shushan.

It is said that the Cloud Sea Tower on the top of Shu Mountain leads to a mysterious and endless place where the deceased can rest in peace and be free from all the worldly disturbances.

"Let's go!"

Everyone watched the clothes that Master Daoxuan often wore fall into the sea of ​​clouds between the cliffs, and then floated up and down in the sea of ​​clouds with the wind from high places until they disappeared. It seemed vaguely like someone was ascending to heaven, and they thought silently in their hearts.

Whoa! !
Suddenly there was a strong mountain wind on the cliff.

Two figures appeared here one after another. Looking at the clothes floating in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, their expressions changed slightly and they said, "Where are the people??"

Their aura is powerful and exudes a unique immortal charm.

Suddenly, not even the wind in the mountains dared to howl.

They were actually two powerful Earth Immortals.

Qingling Peak Master Li Hanqiu, who was presiding over the funeral, was stunned: "Two great uncles, are you back?"

The two Earth Immortals did not answer and continued to ask: "Stop talking nonsense, where is Daoxuan?"

Li Hanqiu looked at the clothes deep in the sea of ​​clouds and said nothing.

The two of them understood what he meant, as if they had lost their souls: "Sure enough, I came back too late!"

Zhuo Canglang said: "It's useless to come back too early. My godfather didn't die in Shushan! He died in the East China Sea..."

These words are naturally inappropriate.

The two of them looked over, stared at Zhuo Canglang, with a cold light flashing in their eyes, and said: "Why did the battle in the East China Sea end like this? Why didn't you wait until we came back before taking action?"

There is more than one crack in the demon world.

Just some are big and some are small.

Before the Battle of the East China Sea.

About half a year.

Eastern Wasteland, Western Land, Northern Territory and even Zhongzhou have all suffered varying degrees of demon attacks.

The frequency is high.

Moreover, the action was huge and created a huge amount of murderous karma in a short period of time.

It seems to be a sign that the demons are about to invade.

The regions themselves were not at peace, and it was even more difficult to deal with this situation, so they sent a signal to Nanzhou for help.

for this kind of thing.

The major immortal sects are naturally obliged to do so.

A large number of elites were sent.

There were even more powerful Earth Immortals gone.

The land of China is vast. Even if the powerful Earth Immortal has an astonishing distance and can roam freely in the void, and is assisted by teleportation formations, it still takes a long time to travel between different regions.

What's more, it's not like you just go and come back.

They did kill many demons.

But I didn’t expect that the Battle of the East China Sea would break out so suddenly!

Zhuo Canglang looked at the two pairs of angry eyes and said expressionlessly: "I can't wait!"

Many factors in that war can indicate this.

It was definitely the best time to attack, bar none.

If it is delayed for some more time and any more changes occur, it will be a devastating blow to the human race.

The demons have great ambitions and their methods are even more shocking.

Even if the number of Earth Immortals dispatched by the human race is doubled, if the demon race is really fully prepared, everything will be dead!
……

Anyone who participated in that war can attest to this.

So countless people came forward to dissuade him.

You and I explained things clearly.

The two Earth Immortals fell into silence.

At that time, when they were providing support outside, they were still thinking that although the demons were coming fiercely, there had never been any powerful enemies. It just gave people the illusion that a powerful enemy would appear at any time, which made them dare not walk away easily.

Looking at the whole process, it was actually very smooth.

Now it seems that there should be some connection between the demons on Yingmo Island and the demon world, and they deliberately made the move to divert the tiger away from the mountain.

……

The funeral is over.

Everyone dispersed.

Zhuo Canglang was sitting alone on a rock, caressing the surface of the rock. Suddenly he remembered something, and a smile appeared on his lips.

At the beginning, it was here.

Like a rogue, he asked Master Duan Xuan for dozens of places in the Ancient Holy Academy.

The scene seems like yesterday.

Zhuo Canglang looked at the sun at the end of the sea of ​​clouds and said, "Godfather, come back soon, and I will accept you as my godson."

After saying these words, Zhuo Canglang hadn't even laughed yet when a burst of laughter suddenly came from behind him. It was very lively, like a silver bell.

Hear this voice.

Zhuo Canglang trembled all over and looked back reflexively.

A woman in a green dress stands under the tree. Her skin is as white as jade, her hair is as long as a waterfall, her legs are slender, and her figure is exquisite.

She stood under the tree with her hands behind her back.

The smile was very shallow, but it was so stunning that Zhuo Canglang was stunned for a moment.

As if aware of his gaze, the woman quickly stopped her smile and snorted coldly: "After all these years, you are still such a loser!"

Zhuo Canglang stared at her for a long time before smiling and saying, "After all these years, you are still so beautiful!"

The woman in the green dress was startled, and said with a slight murmur on her lips: "Don't think that I will forgive you if you say nice things."

Zhuo Canglang smiled and said nothing.

The woman in green skirt said again: "Why don't you say sorry?"

From the beginning to the end of the funeral, Zhuo Canglang didn't say a word of condolences.

This is the most appropriate thing to say in this situation.

But if you don't look carefully, it should be difficult to find this.

Zhuo Canglang thought that she was indeed as attentive as she had been many years ago. He turned his head and continued to look at the sea of ​​clouds.

The sun fell on him, casting a long shadow behind him.

"Whatever you say must be paid back. I don't want to hear these two words."

……

Facts have proved that even Zhuo Canglang has become an Earth Immortal now.

But many things in this world still cannot go as he wishes.

"My condolences, Master Zhuo!"

"my condolences!"

"Sorry, don't be too sad!"

"..."

Of course Sanqing also has to hold a funeral.

They also suffered heavy losses in this battle.

After the death of the Fire Ancestor, Gong Shangyu, the leader of Yinmai, reached his ultimate sublimation and burned out his life with the song "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix".

They all died heroically!
But, is Zhuo Canglang sad?

It seems not.

There wasn't a lot of sadness in his heart, just calmness.

Of course, part of the reason for this is that he is no longer the young man he was back then. When he heard the sad news that his masters and ancestors died in the East China Sea for the first time, he cried so hard that he felt like the sky was falling.

The more important reason is that he knows that those old friends will eventually come back.

Although in the eyes of many people, they are no longer the same people they once were.

But what does that matter?
……

The funeral of Sanqingxianmen lasted for several days.

The busiest place is not Zuowangfeng where the funeral is held.

But Linggui Peak.

The back mountain of Linggui Peak has always been inaccessible, but now it seems to have become the most watched attraction in the entire Sanqing Immortal Sect.

A large number of young men and women come here to worship every day.

Longing to see the true face of the legendary Sanqing Holy Son.

It is said that this Sanqing Holy Son is not only unparalleled in talent and rare in the world, but also an unparalleled beauty that is rare to see in the land of China for thousands of years.

Even the immortals shook their heads when they saw it!
But they were destined to be disappointed.

Wang Xiu was buried deep underground, with only a stone tablet exposed on the surface.

Nothing else.

"This is unfair to the Holy Son Sanqing!"

A young man of about fourteen or fifteen years old looked at Wang Xiu's stone tablet and said with indignation: "How could a young hero like the Holy Son of Sanqing die in such an ordinary way?"

Next to him, a delicate and charming girl hurriedly said: "What nonsense are you talking about, brother? The Holy Son of Sanqing is just sleeping, where did he die?"

The young man said: "It's not okay to sleep in a deep sleep, it should be vigorous!"

The girl tilted her head and asked, "Brother, what do you want to do?"

The young man thought for a while and said: "At least, we should add a biography of him! Record his outstanding contributions to the human race, so that future generations will not forget it!"

The girl was stunned and didn't react for a while.

A character's life... isn't that stuff usually engraved on tombstones?

The Holy Son of Sanqing is not dead again!
Just as she was thinking about it, the sound of "swish, swish, swish" came from her ears.

The young man had already found a piece of bluestone and carved words on it.

The young man's swordsmanship was good, and he drew the sword quickly and steadily. He heard stone chips flying, and not long after... the bluestone weighing over ten thousand kilograms was already covered with writings.

"Wang Xiu, the Holy Son of Sanqing, the year of his birth and death is unknown... He lost his parents when he was young, and lost his teacher when he was young. He was lonely and alone, but he never complained. Instead, he was full of enthusiasm for everyone..."

"He is low-key and humble. Although his talent is amazing, he never shows it publicly... There was even a period of time when he was regarded as a shame by his peers and he did not speak out... But it is gold and it must always shine!"

"...In the ancient Holy Courtyard, he led the declining Sanqing Immortal Sect and swept through one hundred and seven Immortal Sects in Nanzhou. Countless saints and saints were defeated, and no one could resist..."

"In front of the murals of gods and demons, there is no record in eternity..."

"... He also defeated the demon saints, destroyed the demon clan's conspiracy, and saved countless human beings!"

"Create a soul-fighting machine and change the pattern of Nanzhou..."

"Leading the design of the Demon Suppressing City, his talent is unprecedented, unprecedented in ancient and modern times..."

"The battle in the East China Sea, using the body of the Nascent Soul to become a god in one battle..."

It's eloquent, tens of thousands of words, written in one go.

There is not a trace of stagnation.

The girl was surprised and said with a bit of admiration: "You are so awesome, brother!"

The young man shook his head and looked at the place where Wang Xiu slept and said: "I just remembered a legend, and he... is the one who created the legend!"

It was quiet.

The evening breeze blew the clothes of young girls and boys, and the smell of green grass spread all over the ground.

The young man said: "Sister, let's offer a stick of incense to Holy Son Sanqing?"

The girl's eyes were wet and she nodded seriously: "Yes!"

The two of them acted very seriously, lit the incense, bowed three times in front of Wang Xiu's monument, and then placed the incense in front of the monument.

The young man said very seriously: "Sanqing Holy Son, if there is a spirit in heaven, please bless me! I will not let you down, I will definitely follow your footsteps and become a person like you!"

【Ding! 】

[Detected someone bragging nearby, congratulations to the host for gaining mana +25! 】

Then leave.

Shortly after.

When Ji Zidian came here and saw this scene, he was so angry: "Who is it again? How many times have I said, senior brother is not dead, he is just sleeping, don't use incense, don't use incense, don't use incense!!!"

The sound was very sharp, and there were bursts of thunder in the sky, which was very scary.

In the mountains, the brother and sister who had just left Linggui Peak heard the noise and ran away quickly.

"Brother, did we make a mistake?"

"Nonsense. The Holy Son of Sanqing was born as a god. This is because Thunder God is protecting him. You know nothing."

"Ow~"

"..."

……

Ji Zidian was helpless.

There is more than one column of incense in front of Wang Xiu's monument, and it is densely packed. Apparently too many people do this!

She also told Zhuo Canglang that if the monument had not been removed, this would not have happened.

But Zhuo Canglang's answer was: "If you don't get a monument to mark the location, if those people stand on your senior brother's head, will you accept it?"

The answer is naturally no.

Ji Zidian couldn't accept it at all.

As for the method of completely sealing off the mountain behind Linggui Peak to prevent others from getting close to it, it has been ruled out.

According to Li Zuiyue and other people who are familiar with Wang Xiu, Junior Brother Wang Xiu has always loved to be lively. Even if he is sleeping, he probably does not want to be isolated from the world and not feel the presence of people.

and.

When Ji Zidian and the others first tried to isolate the place where Wang Xiu slept.

Wang Xiu's coffin board rang all night long.

A clear protest was expressed.

Therefore, this resolution was annulled.

(End of this chapter)