After several months of hard work, the Golden Sword Technique finally started.
The reason why it is said to be a "torture" is because it is really a kind of suffering for the leaders living on Muyun Mountain at this time.
"It's like a knife hanging above your head. You know it will eventually fall, but it is still hanging in the air. The fear and uneasiness derived from this are increasing day by day."
But for the lower-level cultivators, this is an extremely rare event. Not only can they take the opportunity to make friends, but they can also find the magic weapons and spiritual materials they need. Every day life is full of excitement.
It is completely different from the boring life of being alone in the mountains and swamps. I can truly feel a feeling of being alive.
"Compared to the hustle and bustle at the bottom of the mountain, it was surprisingly quiet at the top of Muyun Mountain. To exaggerate, it was almost to the point where you could hear a pin drop.
Finally, with the sound of two lights suddenly rising into the sky, the sound of the trumpet suddenly sounded in Muyun Mountain, and the hall that everyone faced opened the two doors that had been closed before.
Two rows of girls in palace costumes holding flower baskets, just like the approaching heavenly maidens, flew out of the hall one after another under the watchful eyes of everyone, scattering petals of different colors.
At this time, all the heads of the clan took a step forward in unison. Under the leadership of Murong Tianchen, they bowed down to greet each other and said: "Welcome the Immortal Master!"
Immediately afterwards, the disciples behind him, no matter which family or sect they belonged to, all followed the same example, bowed down together, and shouted in unison: "Welcome to the Immortal Master"
And around the top of Muyun Mountain, many casual cultivators were watching. At first, they were all talking about it, but then they all closed their mouths and looked at the door of the hall with curious faces.
I saw one tall, one short, one fat and one thin, a middle-aged man with a red date face and a long beard on his chin, and a short stature, a dark face, big eyes, and a fat man with scars all over his face. , appeared in everyone's sight together.
A young man in black robes crowded in the crowd looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but murmured in his heart with great disappointment: "Is this the immortal master who has descended from the upper world?
Why do you look like "Fat Toutuo and Thin Toutuo"? I really want to go up and ask these two buddies if Taoist friends are "from Shenlong Island?"
Looking at Yu Ling Gate again, it stands side by side with Fu Ling Gate, which specializes in the way of talismans, Zhen Bao Gate, which focuses on refining weapons, Miao Hua Gate, which refines elixirs and medicines, etc.
Yue Zhonglin was recognized by Song Yu at a glance. The old man who bowed his head looked somewhat humble, but this was not what Song Yu cared about.
Looking behind him, Song Yu saw Yue Linlang with a pale face and a sluggish expression. She looked completely different when she was with him, but more like the time when she was dumped by Li Ting.
What Song Yu couldn't understand was that before, Yue Zhonglin had driven his precious girl out of the mountain gate so that she wouldn't be discovered by the messenger from the upper realm. Why did Yue Linlang come here this time for the Golden Sword Ceremony?
Song Yu couldn't understand. When he looked at the leader Murong Tianchen, what he cared about was Murong Bai who was standing behind him. His eyes were low and his eyes were looking around from time to time. There was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
And when the "Slender Toutuo and Fat Toutuo" came to the center of the square, the group of female nuns in palace attire carrying flower baskets actually formed a circle above their heads and danced gracefully.
Song Yu¡¯s eyes glanced up unconsciously. Unfortunately, the palace clothes he wore were layered one after another. They were too tightly covered and he couldn¡¯t see anything. He really deserved a bad review.
Until all the petals in the basket were scattered, they swayed down from the sky and stood in rows on both sides.
At this time, Murong Tianchen had already stepped forward, first bowed respectfully, and then turned to face the crowd and said: "I have an audience and I present it to you!"
At the same time, several elders from the Tianjian Sect were already running along, carrying chairs and tables, placing them in front of the two immortal envoys in a well-trained manner, and asking them to sit down.
And Murong Bai walked under Murong Tianchen without knowing why, and shouted to the far left of the crowd: "Shi Yucai, the master of the Miaohua Sect, come forward to pay your respects!"
? Seeing Murong Bai acting like the little eunuch beside the emperor who was delivering messages, and Song Da Toad, who was holding back his laughter with his yin-yin-yang-duck voice, almost choked himself.
But to be honest, this job is really expensive. From today on, there will probably be no cultivators in Xiaoyuntian who don¡¯t recognize Murong Bai.
As for Shi Yucai, who was called by his first name by the younger generation, there seemed to be nothing wrong with him.He was full, and he came forward respectfully with his three generations of disciples.
After first giving a big gift and then sending a congratulatory message, three brocade boxes were placed in front of the immortal envoy's jade table.
Two of them are specially given to the immortal envoys, which are regarded as a meeting gift. Only the last brocade box is their Miaohua Sect's tribute to the upper world this year.
"Tribute?" Song Yu suddenly felt that this word was very appropriate.
Especially after seeing those honest leaders, and Shi Yucai who had already begun to grovel and go out of his way to please the messenger from the upper realm.
You must know that this old man is a genuine golden elixir cultivator. Although Song Yu cannot see his specific realm, he has almost no status and dignity in front of the immortal envoys from the upper realm who are also golden elixir cultivators.
And looking at the trembling faces of all the cultivators in Muyunshan Square, whether they are disciples or the head of the family, they all look cowardly.
It¡¯s true that after being a slave for a long time, you will have an innate servility.
Including himself?
Song Yu suddenly felt a little irritable!
¡° Listening to the private discussions among the casual cultivators around me, it seems that they are quite envious of this matter.
"It would be great if I could be favored by the immortal envoy!" someone said.
¡°What are you thinking about, just you?¡± The people on the side were teasing.
The man was not angry, but his tone changed: "If this year's tribute from the Miaohua Sect can be like the last time the Yuling Sect received praise from the immortal envoys from the upper world, will it also be able to soar into the sky?"
"Come on, look at the expressions of the two immortal envoys. They don't look happy at all. I think the Miaohua Sect is a bit in doubt this time." The people on the side shook their heads.
Song Yu listened on the side and couldn't help but feel curious, so he asked: "From what you two fellow Taoists said, Yu Ling Sect donated something incredible last time. Can you tell me?"
The middle-aged man on the side took a look at Song Yu and saw that his aura was extremely weak and that he was not a highly cultivated person, so he knew that this boy was just a young man.
The person on the other side chuckled: "It doesn't matter if I tell you, since everyone in the world knows about it, it's a dragon, a real dragon!"
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