I open a restaurant in Xiujie

The ordinary disciples of Manshan's eyes lit up.

They can't eat the flowing water table at the banquet, and they don't have the right to sit in the hall on the top of the mountain. Why do they still look forward to this day so much?

Isn't it just for the Tenglong Sacrifice, for the annual spiritual rain from the sky.

On Yunhai Peak, it was the time when the scorching sun hung high, and wisps of cool breeze gently blew the ends of everyone's hair.As the elders poured spiritual power into a formation card, the whole mountain made a trembling roar, the ground cracked, and a small golden stone platform slowly rose.

Calculated at an excellent time, the sunlight happened to pass through a glass-like jade wall on the dome, and converged into a bright circle of light on the stone platform.

Sect Master Cheng nodded at Ji Chuchen, signaling him to step forward and inject spiritual power into the stone platform.

Ji Chuchen sat on the seat, her back was still as straight as a pine bamboo, but she didn't know if it was because the sun was too strong, her face was faintly pale.

He turned around, smiled wryly at Suzerain Cheng, and slowly evaded: "Father, I am no longer the young suzerain, so Cheng Huan should preside over this ceremony."

Sect Master Cheng laughed and said, "You child, what nonsense are you talking about? As I said earlier, I have always used your current suzerain to train you. Since you have returned, the position of young suzerain will naturally be returned to the original owner .”

Ji Chuchen shook his head again and again.

"The position of young suzerain is both an honor and a responsibility. Father, over the years, my son is really tired."

He lowered his eyes slightly, and his tone was full of dullness. The faint wind lifted the tails of his black hair and stopped on the spotless white clothes.

Everyone's eyes focused on Ji Chuchen, and suddenly felt that although the man was sitting here quietly, there was nothing around him, and the feeling of loneliness soaked in ice and snow did not seem to be fake.

But the more Ji Chuchen evaded, the more happy Sect Master Cheng felt in his heart.

His face was almost wrinkled with a smile, and he kept urging Ji Chuchen to instill spiritual energy, even Cheng Huan agreed against his will, and raised his head in admiration: "Go brother, I really don't want to go with you You are fighting for the position of the young suzerain, really."

——I just want you to disappear.

After you disappeared, the position of the young suzerain was vacant, so it will naturally fall on my head.How can this pie from the sky be regarded as a struggle?

Cheng Huan smiled brightly, but there was a sinister light in his eyes.

He fixed his eyes on Ji Chuchen, on this young man who had hindered him for decades, and bit each word fiercely: "Brother, go quickly, be careful not to miss the time."

Although the smile is not as seamless as Cheng's father, it is undoubtedly the pinnacle of acting skills in life.

Ji Chuchen looked at Cheng Zongzhu in embarrassment, lowered his voice, and wanted to argue: "Actually, I'm sick, I'm afraid..."

Sect Master Cheng didn't wait for him to finish speaking, so he forced Ji Chuchen to push towards the stone platform, and whispered comforting words in the young man's ear, "It's all right, I'm here for everything."

The voice is deep and deep, full of kindness, and even the eyes are full of tenderness. If someone who doesn't know sees this scene, they may really think that Ji Chuchen is his most beloved son. He is also a good father who can give everything.

"……All right."

Ji Chuchen smiled wryly.

He got up slowly, walked to the side of the stone platform, secretly looked back at Sect Master Cheng, and met Sect Master Cheng's encouraging gaze.

The sword repairer in white clothes bathed in the sun and stepped onto the golden stone platform.

His white and slender fingers slowly landed on the dragon head sculpture in front of the stone platform.

The Cheng family father and son raised their heads expectantly——

……

Yujing, Qiongfu, burst open.

Like a waterfall of spiritual currents gushing out from the sky of the blessed land, the monstrous golden waves rolled towards the sky. In an instant, the entire world was covered by the vast spiritual pressure, and the brilliance of the sun and the moon could not match it.

Under the fiery eyes of all the disciples, the soaring spiritual pressure gradually turned into the shape of a golden dragon in the air, its scales flew up, Ling Feng roared, and then exploded in an instant, turning into boundless drizzle, falling continuously.

There was a mysterious aura in the air.

The rain contains the changes of the four seasons, and contains the principles of heaven and earth. The moment the rain fell on their shoulders, a group of disciples saw the opening of the universe, and the countless brilliant stars in the universe twinkled.

The yin and yang qi slowly circled, the brilliance of the five elements fell, and turned into the basic veins that constitute the mountains and rivers, and the light wind carried the rain, sending dragons and phoenixes flying in the sky.Every pore in his body was opened, absorbing the spiritual power in the sky comfortably, and in the spiritual consciousness of each disciple, the rain that fell from the sky seemed to have a little sword intent mixed in, it was not sharp, but just Lightly smudged, it turned into an eternal silver glow in the vast ocean of the sea of ​​consciousness.

They can recognize.

It was the breath of Ji Chuchen.

Every year, this breath is reflected in the spiritual rain of the Zonghui Tenglong Sacrifice. This is something the disciples have long been used to, but this year, it inexplicably made their eyes sour.

"It's better to have the ceremony presided over by Young Master Cheng Yang..." Someone sighed, "I'm really afraid that the suzerain will forcefully push Young Master Cheng Huan up, and the ceremony will collapse in a few minutes..."

"Who said no?"

"Sure enough, the position of the young suzerain still needs to be seated by the young master Cheng Yang."

"That's right, I won't accept anyone except him!"

The disciples of Yunhai Sect muttered in a low voice, opened their arms and immersed themselves in the wonderful feeling of absorbing the spiritual rain. Even the elders in the main hall were very satisfied and nodded slightly.

At their level, they no longer need the little spiritual power in the spiritual rain, but they enjoy watching the carnival of the disciples and enjoying the wonderful scene of this sect flourishing, which can give them an unparalleled sense of spiritual accomplishment.

Even to a certain extent, even cultivation can't make up for it.

In the center of the desk, the Great Elder stroked his long beard, glanced sideways at Cheng Zongzhu meaningfully, and said with a low smile: "Cheng Yang is really not bad."

It is the blood of the real dragon that is needed to move the blessed land and the cave, but it is Ji Chuchen's personal cultivation to maintain the continuous spiritual rain.

The youth's spiritual power poured into the stone platform continuously like a catalyst, and only the spiritual power in the blessed place can be gathered for it to feed back to the heaven and the earth. The longer the spiritual rain lasts, the bigger the momentum will be, and the more it proves Ji Chuchen's strength and excellence .

But Sect Master Cheng obviously didn't hear a word.

"Uh... ah, ah?"

He muttered subconsciously in his mouth, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at the young man in white standing quietly on the golden stone platform not far away.As the golden rain fell, Ji Chuchen's whole body was also shrouded in golden light, like a luminous body shining like the morning sun.

Beside Cheng Zongzhu, Cheng Huan sprayed a mouthful of vegetable soup on the table and choked himself.

He choked badly, as if a rock weighing more than a thousand catties was pressed on his chest, and he couldn't even breathe, his lungs seemed to be torn, and the blood gas quickly flowed away with the heavy breathing, and disappeared into the air.

The father and son looked at each other and shouted in their hearts at the same time: How is this possible?

This is impossible!

They clearly did a thorough investigation and picked up all the clues, and only then did they confirm the fact that Ji Chuchen was troubled by blood energy—but how could this person, this person, support the Tenglong Sacrifice as effortlessly as before?

Cheng Huan blushed, couldn't hold his breath, and opened his mouth to speak.

It was Sect Master Cheng who was more scheming, suppressing his son's agitation with one look, and quietly said: "Be safe and don't be impatient, there must be clues in him, wait for me to take a closer look."

"...Son, look, Cheng Yang looks effortless, but his face is getting paler and his figure is not as straight as it was at the beginning."

"He's trying to hold on."

"Wait a little longer, he can't hold it anymore, just wait a little longer."

As if to confirm his statement, at this moment, Sect Master Cheng heard a thin voice transmission: "Father, my blood energy is rapidly passing away, and my spiritual power is almost exhausted..."

It was the early morning of the season.

The Cheng family's father and son immediately held their breaths and concentrated, but they saw that under the cover of the sky full of light, although Ji Chuchen was still standing upright, his right hand was trembling imperceptibly, his five fingers were tightly grasping the golden dragon's head, and his knuckles were white.

Cheng Huan immediately recovered after learning about this.

He stopped panting, and his chest didn't hurt anymore, and he even felt a little joy in his heart, looking at Ji Chuchen's figure and secretly shouting: Down!fall!fall!

The strong wind suddenly passed.

Ji Chuchen's figure was shaking with the wind, and his fingertips left the stone platform several times, only to be grabbed violently again.

"Father?" Ji Chuchen's sound transmission trembled at the end, as if he had really reached a precarious situation, "You said that everything depends on you..."

"That's right, it's all about me."

Cheng Zongzhu finally regained the feeling that the overall situation is in control, took the time to straighten his cuffs, and comforted Ji Chuchen through sound transmission: "Persist for a while, you can do it, I have always been proud of you."

"Look at the Manshan disciples, they are all cheering your name, what a great honor and honor! Do you have the heart to suspend the ceremony now and let them down?"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid of the child, when you really can't hold on, I will naturally help you."

- Strange.

The Cheng family father and son thought quite playfully, just to see how embarrassed you suddenly fell to the ground in front of everyone, ahahahaha.

They began to fall into patient waiting.

A cup of tea, a stick of incense, half an hour, an hour...

Ji Chuchen is unstable, Ji Chuchen is crumbling, Ji Chuchen is precarious, Ji Chuchen is in danger...

But he just won't fall.

Every time there were traces of trembling on the young man's body, the Cheng family father and son raised their heads in surprise and anticipation, like two ducks waiting to be fed, but every time Ji Chuchen stood firm in the nick of time, making the Cheng family father and son countless times I ignited hope, but lost countless times.

After going back and forth like this, unconsciously, the sun shifted.

The continuous spiritual rain slowly converged and soaked into the soil.

With the tail of the golden dragon on its plate, the long wind suppresses the sound.

A sacrificial ceremony ended perfectly.

The moment the golden light was fully gathered, Ji Chuchen "staggered" down the golden platform, and he was greeted with admiring eyes and thunderous cheers from Yunhai Peak. to the sky.

On the desk, the faces of Cheng's father and son were as black as charcoal.

Damn, what happened just now?

They still have a few secret tricks that they haven't had time to use. How come the ceremony is over?

It's fine if you can't achieve your goal, but Ji Chuchen, who has received a lot of praise, still stands in front of the two of them, with a gentle smile, and salutes the suzerain: "My son didn't expect to be able to persist for so long, thanks to my father's patience and encouragement. Now that I have broken through the limit, my son feels that the bottleneck has loosened again, and it seems that the next breakthrough will not be too far away."

Sect Master Cheng: "..."

Sect Master Cheng swallowed a mouthful of old blood: "Well...you're right..."