Wanjie supporting role system

Chapter 814

"Not long ago, Yin Kui set up a terrific killing formation, strangling the entire Dengfeng City into powder, killing and injuring countless monks. In the end, three strong men from the Void Void Realm broke through the formation, but failed to catch Yin Kui. After Yin Kui used the teleportation array to escape, he disappeared!"

"Oh my god, how many monsters are hidden in that sword space? How could they develop such terrifying magic power in the Xuanzao Realm?"

"Many big forces have trained Mingzi and Anzi. Could it be that Yin Kui and Zheng Tongtian are the secret sons of a certain big force? Before these people came back, they had no reputation at all."

As the sound faded away, Zheng Rui put away his umbrella and soared into the sky.At dusk, Zheng Rui saw that the rain had subsided, the dark clouds had receded, and the red clouds were slowly imprinting on the horizon. Soon, there was a gorgeous golden red sun, falling down, making the mountains and rivers on the earth seem to be bathed in divine light. Light.

Zheng Rui smelled a strange fragrance and felt touched by Xiantian Zuwu. He glanced down and saw a mountain peak that was sent into the clouds. The mountain road with rock steps surrounded the mountain like a dragon and snake, coiling up.At the halfway up the mountain, a mountain pavilion was actually built.

He flew down like a divine rainbow and landed in front of the mountain pavilion.

I saw a simple old man sitting in the pavilion.The man didn't look like a fairy, more like a farmer who had worked in the land all his life, but his posture was more like a scholar, with a smile on his old face, and he nodded.

On the stone table in front of the old man, there is a small stove with a simmering fire, and a pot of fragrant tea is being boiled.

"Hello, old man, the younger generation greets you." Zheng Rui said calmly, cupping his hands.The old man he saw was the storyteller from Baixiao Pavilion several hours ago.

After all, Zheng Rui didn't see outside, walked in with big strides, and sat down directly opposite the old man.

"How can the old gentleman deduce my whereabouts?"

"Because of the peerless beauty who has been silent for a long time while looking at the plane tree."

"You know who I am." Hearing this, Zheng Rui was startled.The plain old man nodded with a smile, but signaled Zheng Rui not to continue talking.

Zheng Rui felt that the other party's cultivation seemed to be in the Xuanzhao state, but at this moment, every word and deed of the old man was full of mystery.

"I only brewed this pot of good tea once 3000 years ago. It was a woman from Beimo Buddhism. She is the only one in the world who can taste the mystery of this tea."

The old man picked up the teapot and pushed a cup of tea in front of Zheng Rui.

Zheng Rui saw that the teacup was an ordinary porcelain cup, but the golden tea soup in it looked extraordinary.

The rising clouds and smoke condensed into some strange patterns above the teacup.On the surface of the tea soup, there are layers of subtle fluctuations, and the fluctuations are faintly traces of some kind of dao pattern.

"Enlightenment tea!"

Zheng Rui saw the origin of this object. There is only one Enlightenment Tree in the world, which is the sacred object of Beimo Buddhism.

The enlightenment tree is very dry and bare, like a dead tree.Every 1000 years, only fifty pieces of Wudao tea are produced.

It is rumored that everyone will have different feelings, tastes, colors, and breaths after drinking Enlightenment tea.This is because everyone has a different way of cultivating, and the tea of ​​enlightenment is like a mirror, reflecting the way of monks, helping monks to recognize themselves and avoid being swallowed by demons.

"I think this tea looks like blood. It has been left for a long time, but the blood has not dried up. It has lost the smell of blood. It is hard to swallow. It feels like drinking a mouthful of sand."

Hearing this, Zheng Rui frowned and put the golden tea in the cup into his mouth.

He felt the fragrance overflowing, soft and silky, flowing down his throat and entering his abdomen, and suddenly felt warm and comfortable all over his body.

"Isn't it Enlightenment Tea?" Zheng Rui felt that it was no different from ordinary tea, and he had no other feelings after waiting for a long time.

It was different from the mystical feelings of other monks in the records. He didn't feel the slightest reaction, and he couldn't appreciate the magic of this thing.

"Compared to yours, my path has already gone astray. You do have the possibility of becoming a fairy." The old man's bitter voice came from the opposite side.

Zheng Rui looked over and found that after drinking a cup of tea, the old man on the opposite side was no longer simple, but extremely domineering.

But the responsible expression in the old man's eyes is changing, sad, miserable, cruel, and fierce!

After a while, the old man's demeanor became normal.

"I owe you a favor. This is the highest-level token of Baixiao Pavilion. If you have any needs, you can contact Baixiao Pavilion. In the human world, Baixiao Pavilion can handle most things."

The old man took a bronze token from his waist, put it down, stood up, and prepared to leave.

"I'm looking forward to that three-year contract."

"The strong should let me be respected, the hero only dares to be the first!"

Hearing this, Zheng Rui guessed the old man's true identity, looked at the leaving figure of the other party, and said calmly: "It turns out to be the old man Tianji, the master of the Baixiao Pavilion, and the junior greets you. I will accept this token. "

Zheng Rui picked up the bronze token, glanced at it, and felt that it was as big as a palm but weighed hundreds of catties, which was heavy.

"Old Man Tianji wanted to verify his own practice, so he took me as a reference."

How many days have there been many heroes in this world who have no way to seek immortality, but the hero who suppressed the human world 3000 years ago was blocked from the gate of immortality.

Zheng Rui put away the token, his eyes flashed: "I use magic power to change my appearance, but it seems that there are still too many flaws. I need to find another way to go to Tianshui Mountains."

More than ten days later, Zheng Rui arrived at Tianshui Yaochi after several teleportation arrays.

Looking around, the mountains are majestic and undulating, like huge green dragons entrenched on the horizon.

The clear and calm lake water reflects the crisp mountains.The blue sky is like washing, white clouds are blooming.

The mountain is majestic and beautiful, showing the majestic atmosphere of a cultivator, and embellished with a spirit of beauty.

The thousand-year-old trees are so thick and huge that a dozen people can't stand around them hand in hand. They tower into the sky to hide from the sun.The old vines are as thick as a water tank, coiled up like dragons and snakes.

Flocks of birds fly across the sky, and spirit beasts drink water by the water lake.Spiritual birds and beasts, peaceful scenes, the so-called spirit of Zhong Tiandi may be like this.

Zheng Rui felt very comfortable, the breeze was blowing on his face, and the green water reflected people.

He saw that on a majestic and majestic mountain in the distance, there were endless ancient buildings, blue bricks and green tiles, white jade pillars, buildings and palaces, waterfalls and springs, and there were countless beautiful scenery at a glance.

There were bursts of women's singing, humming softly, like a goddess crooning, and it was pleasant to hear.

The lights of the monks flew to the building group in a regular way from the sky, like a meteor shower flying over the white clouds.

(End of this chapter)