After entering the restaurant, Wang Sheng coughed quietly without any trace. An old man in a robe stepped forward and bowed to Wang Sheng.
"Elder Pi, what else do you have to give?"
Wang Sheng said: "I'll give me a private room and prepare some wine and food."
"Yes, please follow me."
The old man bowed to invite him, and there were also gazes everywhere in the restaurant; but strangely, these gazes only fell on Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan, and the old man behind Daozhu Wang was like air.
Of course, Wang Sheng didn't know this, but he seriously suspected that the old man was a master of the Heavenly Court and was also thinking about how to verify this without exposing himself.
With this mentality and his eyes fell on the old man again, Wang Sheng suddenly felt some extraordinary and mysterious Taoist rhyme...
‘Golden Immortal? Taiyi? Da…’
Yao Yun shouted a few times in Wang Sheng's heart, but the last word was that he could not be shouted out.
Because when she was communicating with Wang Sheng, the old man looked a little surprised, as if he had discovered Yao Yun's place.
‘Be careful.’
Yao Yun's thoughts were solemn, "It would be fine if it was a friend, but if it was an enemy, the star would be crushed, and I'm afraid it would be just a flash."
Wang Sheng was stunned, "Is it so scary?"
‘The practitioners above the immortality are completely different from those below the immortality. The feeling this person gives me is somewhat similar to the emperor of that year.’
Wang Sheng responded in his heart, and he did not regret asking the old man to drink with him. A "close" that made him feel a bit ridiculous, indeed existed in this old man.
Up to the top floor, when he arrived at the most luxurious private room in this restaurant, Wang Sheng turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation, trying his best to express his respect to the old man.
The old man in white robe gently twisted his white beard, took two steps forward, looked at the surrounding environment, and nodded with satisfaction.
There is only a square table on the top floor, and the ground is covered with soft blue blankets. The overall structure is like a pavilion that has expanded many times. Four pillars are hung with some curtains, and the scenery in the city is full of views.
The old man smiled and said, "I never thought that my friend is already a nobleman in this city at such a young age. Hahahaha! I have a meal and drink!"
Wang Sheng's smile was a little awkward. He asked the old man to take a seat first, then asked his senior sister to sit down, and he sat opposite the old man.
"Senior joked, how come there is no noble or not? This place is called Xinghai City, which belongs to Xinghai Gate," Wang Sheng sighed. "Six or seven hundred years ago, I came out of my hometown to explore. Because I had no place to fall, I was persecuted by a powerful sect. I had no choice but to join the Xinghai Gate. Now I have only obtained the title of an elder."
"My friend should be only a thousand years old. It is quite difficult for me to have such cultivation and be an elder of a sect."
The old man smiled and placed the two pots of wine on the square table, poked the paper that sealed the wine jar, and was about to hand it to Wang Sheng a jar.
Wang Xiao said, "I have to apologize first. The wine I just gave to my senior is indeed a good wine that can be found here.
But there is another good wine for younger generations, maybe the seniors prefer it.”
While speaking, Wang Sheng took out two pots of secret wine that had just come from Li Shang.
The old man's eyes lit up immediately, and he was not polite at all. He took the wine pot, sucked it gently at the mouth of the wine, and let out a few quite satisfied sighs.
This kind of drinking action is a bit indecent, but the old man does this, which makes people feel quite free and easy and very natural.
That feeling...
It was as if every move of the old man contained a wonderful Taoist rhyme, his words and deeds were in line with the Tao, and he felt a strange feeling that "everything is just right."
Wang Sheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Senior, your cultivation is so profound. My mind is inadvertently influenced by the Taoist rhyme of my senior, but I saw it before."
"I have good eyesight," the old man wiped the wine dripping from his beard and smiled with a squinted eye, "But I want to make a good relationship with me?"
"Of course," Wang Sheng said, "I just don't know if the senior can tell you the title."
"As soon as my name comes out, it will be a disaster and a disaster, and you don't know it's better."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, several female cultivators flew over in white clouds, put the delicious food in their trays on the table, and then bowed together.
The old man refused to say it, so Wang Sheng naturally didn't dare to ask too much, so he raised his glass to toast, just saying that the old man... had good food and drink.
How can we find out if this old man is a master of Heaven?
Wang Sheng's thoughts moved. He never thought that after the old man took a few sips of wine, he sighed softly and asked him first: "Why are you saying the name?"
Master Wang obviously hesitated for a moment and said cautiously: "Not verbal."
The old man immediately smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Oh? Are you surnamed Wang?"
"How did you know for yourself?" Wang Sheng asked in surprise.
The old man smiled complacently, raised his right hand, shook his fingers slightly, and calculated for a while, "I am a bit of a trick, well... I calculated it, if you are Wang Feiyu, then this person should be Mu Buyu. Your master Qing Buyan, right?"
Wang Sheng and his senior sister instantly had the same shocked face.
The old man looked left and right, and seemed to find it very interesting. He drank a sip of the immortal wine of the Emperor Wa clan, sang the table and said:
"Your master's name is so interesting. If you don't speak or speak, why are you stubborn and stubborn? "
Amid the old man's laughter, Wang Sheng suddenly stood up, his face full of solemnity, and he even pulled his senior sister casually.
Then, Wang Sheng lifted the hem of his robe, knelt down directly, and shouted: "The ancestor is here, please pay homage to my disciple Wang Sheng!"
Kneeling at the sky and the ground, kneeling at the ancestors, teachers, parents, these are rules and Taoist etiquette.
The senior sister continued to be confused, and the old man's laughter came to an abrupt end, frowned at Wang Sheng in front of her.
Why did it just reveal the stuff?
However, the old man did not dodge and asked with interest: "Can you really be so smart? Get up, tell me, how did you see through me?"
"My teacher Qing Yanzi has never left his hometown, and his junior brother Mo Yu is now a small monk," Wang Sheng said with a wry smile, "I don't believe in the method of calculating what my predecessors said.
The only one who knows the name of a little disciple in the Chunyang Sword Sect, except for the ancestor who was instructed during the worship of the Sword Sect, there are no one else.
And just now, the disciple gave them to the immortal wine, and the ancestor wanted to give them a scripture. This is probably because he wanted to give his disciple some benefits. Moreover, the aura on the ancestor was carefully induced, but it was the same way as the disciple."
"Miao, Miao," the old man waved his hand and said, "Sit down and have a few drinks with me."
"Yes," Wang Sheng was not embarrassed, and sat down cross-legged again, but his senior sister knelt bently, stretched out her hand and began to pour wine for the ancestor.
Is this Junoyoko?
The senior and sisters looked at each other secretly. The "prodigal son" in the heavenly court, who was known as the handsome and unruly, was now gray-haired and had vicissitudes of life. Although you could vaguely see the elegant and elegant beauty, you were frustrated and depressed at this moment.
At this time, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan realized that they had clearly seen this face several times, but the ancestor's "sound, smile and appearance" had not noticed it before!
The old man drank a few glasses of wine, took out the scripture in his sleeve, handed it to Wang Sheng, and smiled and said, "Among my disciples, your Pure Yang Dao is the most exquisite, this is a reward for you.
If you can understand the depth inside it, you will become famous in the endless starry sky and become the name of a master in the future!”
Wang Sheng showed caution and took the scriptures with both hands. He looked down and was stunned. Then he opened a few pictures...
This is actually!
"Seven Star Sword Formation" is the same as the one I started practicing since the beginning, with the same formula and moves.
This undoubtedly proved the old man's identity, and the doubts in Wang Sheng's heart completely dissipated;
After all, what is contained in this is the true Taoist inheritance of Ziwei Emperor, and not everyone can take advantage of it.
"Master," Wang Sheng smiled awkwardly, spread his five fingers with his left hand, and a sword sound came from his palm. Countless stars condensed into a sword shadow. As the sword shadow rotated gently, it seemed as if an endless starry sky was slowly stretching.
Chunyangzi was also stunned, "Where did you learn it? It shouldn't be. The Emperor seemed to have just entrusted it to me back then."
Wang Sheng said: "When the disciples entered, the master had already taught them to them."
"So that's the case, I'm just a fool," Chunyangko laughed awkwardly, took back the Seven-Star Sword Formation, and took out another scripture.
"Pure Yang True Interpretation"!
Wang Sheng hurriedly took the scripture, opened it and glanced, and found that this was a deeper extension based on the "Pure Yang Immortal Art"...
"Thank you, Master!"
"You little slippery head, you have even opened the inspection before giving you the immortal method!"
Wang Sheng smiled embarrassedly, "After all, you have to know what you gave me to you... The disciple took the liberty, can you invite an old friend of the ancestor to meet the ancestor?"
"Oh?" Chunyangzi's face suddenly became a little more serious. He had an incense burner in his hand, which was placed in the center of the square table. An invisible wave wrapped around the square table.
This is by no means a simple formation, it seems to jump out of the three realms and not enter the five elements.
No matter how much conversation you are next, you will not leave any traces on the avenue.
Chunyangzi said: "Where is the old friend?"
"It's here," Wang Sheng took out the spiritless sword in his hand. The spiritless sword immortal light surrounded it and turned into a long skirt. His eyes were complicated to look at the white-haired old man.
Chunyangzi's face was a little shaken and he almost blurted out: "Thirteen?"
"Well," Yaoyun slowly knelt down and sighed softly, and she had already expressed the sourness in her heart.
In the past, people had white hair, and things were right and wrong, and the sufferings in the world were nothing more than this.
"How did you become like this? You turned into a sword?"
"Isn't this good?" Yao Yun said calmly, "I can at least live. I'm already dead. Now I can sit here and see my old friends."
Judging from Yao Yun's attitude at this time, it was obvious that he said that he could not see Chun Yangzi before, and it was not a false statement.
"That's right, it's good to live," Junyoko drank the wine in the glass, and the senior sister next to her quickly poured wine.
But Yao Yun frowned and said, "Huaqing and your junior brother change seats. You are a righteous person. How can you do something about pouring wine and adding vegetables?"
The senior sister hesitated for a moment, and Chun Yangzi said in surprise again: "Hua Qing? Is this the goddess Mu Hua Qing?"
"Naturally," Yao Yun's eyes were full of bitterness, "but Hua Qing was too damaged when he was reincarnated. Now he has lost his memories of his previous life. If you feel it carefully, you will feel it."
"This is true! But I am negligent and offended many people."
Chunyangzi bowed to Mu Wanxuan again, and then chuckled.
"It was also a strange fate. The goddess I had admired back then, but unexpectedly became my great disciple."
Yaoyun snorted softly, and the senior sister was a little at a loss. Instead, Wang Sheng quickly got up, changed seats with his senior sister, and poured wine for the three old heavenly masters with a smile.
Then, Chun Yangzi looked up and down at Wang Sheng a few times.
With the Princess of Heaven as the sword, the former Goddess of Muhua accompanied her, and she obtained her Pure Yang Immortal Art and the Taoist inheritance of Ziwei Emperor. It seems that her bloodline has also undergone inexplicable changes...
Chunyangzi's face was a little strange, and she frowned and asked, "Who is this old friend? Could it be that my Chunyang lineage has a great fortune?"
"He has nothing to do with the Heavenly Court," Yao Yun said calmly, "Can you have something to bother with the Lord?"
"Thirteen, what are you saying, and just give me the order," Chunyangzi sighed, "I promised your Seventh Sister and Ninth Sister to take good care of you, but I never thought that I could not take care of you during the fierce battle, and I often feel regretful in my heart."
Yao Yun curled his lips, "There is an immortal gate here called Tianfeng. It insults my Heavenly Court and bullies your disciples. You go and destroy him and come back to drink."
The wind?
Chapter completed!