"Meng Meng Xie" Hearing a soft sigh, Meng Xie raised his head and saw that the emperor in front of him was a young man with a weak crown. He was born like a jade tree in the wind and was almost flawless. He couldn't help but be surprised secretly and said with a smile: "That's the junior. , Master Yin ordered me to lead the way for you. Senior, please come inside."
Cheng Jun looked at the charming and dexterous posture of the woman in red, and felt deeply that if the rooftop would change the most in the two generations, it would undoubtedly be her, Emperor Mengxie.
There is a huge gulf between one of the nine emperors in the previous life and the female disciple who welcomes guests in this life.
There is no way, Meng Xie is too young.
The Tiantai Meeting was advanced several hundred years, and Meng Xie was only less than a hundred years older than Cheng Jun, and was only two hundred years old in this life. Even with her qualifications and superior conditions, it would take seven to eight hundred years of effort to become a master. Now she is no more than a divine king, which is too far behind.
Opportunities are so cruel that it is impossible to stop and wait for someone.
Cheng Jun's emotion flashed away as she entered Tianluan Hall.
Tianluan Hall is built to be broad and magnificent. Not to mention the length and width, the edge cannot be seen, but the dome is also a hundred feet high, no less than the sky.
In this case, the eight futons placed in the middle are hundreds of feet apart, that is, several miles apart.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? A short distance is no more than the end of the world, a hundred feet is nothing, and you can hear your words, but this distance in a large hall is just uncomfortable.
Cheng Jun turned his eyes and saw clearly what was going on in the hall. Two of the eight futons were already occupied, and the second to the right sat a burly old monk. He has white eyebrows and no beard, his face is red and shiny, and he is full of energy. It's just that one eye is big and the other is small, resulting in some mistakes. He recognized it as Dali, the evil monk from Tianfu.
There are things that can be affected, and there are things that cannot be affected. Among these major repairs in this life, the one who has the least impact is this old bald donkey. The Buddhist Kingdom of Tianfu has been in his hands for thousands of years and has never changed.
Cheng Jun smiled and nodded. Turning his eyes to the other side, it was an acquaintance.
Zhang Qinglu.
In order to avoid suspicion, let alone Zhang Qinglu who inherited the position of unitary master. Even the old devil and the dragon girl came separately from Cheng Jun. If the other emperors knew that the three Taoist profound fruits were once concentrated in the hands of one person, it would be such a hateful thing.
Zhang Qinglu and Cheng Jun looked at each other. A worried look flashed across his face. Cheng Jun understood that he was not worried about himself, but about the outcome of another battle thousands of miles away.
Soon, the winner of that battle will be here.
The answer will be revealed when the time comes. Although Cheng Jun is biased and hopes Zhang Qi can win, if Bo Ye comes here, he will avenge his old and new grudges with his own hands. Also a good result.
Meng Xie confessed to Cheng Jun with a smile and went out to greet the next wave of guests. After a while, a girl with gorgeous clothes and a frosty face walked in.
When Dali saw it, he smiled and said: "Ah ha, does this fellow Taoist have any special hobbies? He turned into a doll." He would not think that the dragon girl was a girl, he would only think that the emperor had some special hobbies and deliberately Transformed like this.
The dragon girl was still the same as before, she glanced at him and didn't even say a word.
Although Dali is a Buddhist cultivator, he has a good-tempered nature. Just as he was about to say more, he suddenly turned his eyes and said with a smile, "Okay, Concubine Mo Xiang, the two of you are here together."
Cheng Jun looked up and saw a man and a woman coming hand in hand. The man had a Zitang face, a handsome appearance and a tall figure. The woman had an oval face, a dignified appearance, and was graceful. The two stood side by side, as if the emperor was on a tour.
Dali looked at the two of them and said, "What's going on with you two? I heard that you have been playing table tennis for many years. Why don't you tell the winner at the end of the day? Instead, we arrived together?"
The male cultivator opened his mouth and said in a loud voice, "The two of us have become Taoist couples."
Everyone was shocked, and the female cultivator, Concubine Mo Xiang, smiled sweetly and said: "That's right, the two of us were fighting each other, and we had feelings for each other and loved each other, so we simply put down the Yuanyang Sword, changed it to Yuanyang Pu, and became Taoist couples. This cup Sooner or later, I will ask fellow Taoists to make up for the wedding wine."
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Qinglu and Long Nu, who were not familiar with the situation, gave up. Cheng Jun and Dali secretly said at the same time: Bullshit.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The Prince of East and Queen Mother of the West have been at each other¡¯s throats for how many years they have dominated the Kunlun world, and they have fought not once or twice in so many years, why did they not fall in love so early, and so late, but why did they fall in love before the battle on the rooftop?
?????????????????????????? It¡¯s clear that we can¡¯t decide the result within the time limit, so we just compromised and joined forces for the time being.
Dali was shocked and thought to himself: They are both old emperors, and now they have formed an alliance. Who can resist except Yin Lao? It seems that I need to make plans early.
"There are three more families." Concubine Mo Xiang sat down.? He covered his mouth with a bamboo fan and said with a smile, "Senior Yin is naturally the finale. Why haven't the other two come yet? Could it be that something has delayed them? If we stay until the end, it would seem like they are the guests of honor."
Before he finished speaking, Meng Xie brought someone in again. This time it was a short man in black robes. He was covered in a cloak from head to toe, with no skin exposed. His whole body was covered with a layer of black aura. Although everyone had never seen him before, they I also knew that this must be someone from Yanzhi Mountain.
Concubine Mo Xiang shook her head and said, "It's weird. The platform on Yanzhi Mountain collapsed. Is there still an owner?" The man in black robe ignored her and slowly sat down.
Concubine Mo Xiang laughed playfully and said: "Okay, okay, we can take our seats now. Needless to say, Dali, I recognize this dark friend, he must be from Yanzhi Mountain. There are people in the sky, there are people in Yanyun, and the rest Where are the next few?" She glanced at Zhang Qinglu, then at Cheng Jun, and said, "These two young and promising young men, where did they come from?"
Just when Cheng Jun was about to speak, Dali raised his hand and said, "Don't tell me, let me guess, you are from Penglai, right?"
Dragon Girl interjected: "I am the one."
Dali flashed a hint of embarrassment and said again: "Yes, you are from Shiwandashan."
Cheng Jun showed a helpless look, and Zhang Qinglu lazily raised his hands without saying a word.
Dali jumped up and said, "Are you the one from the North?"
Cheng Jun said: "It's me, thank you for taking care of me."
Dali took a step away from his futon and was already in front of Cheng Jun. Looking at him carefully, he let out an aha sound and said, "Strange." Strange, come and see, this is the first person to discover the rooftop in the world, many years before us. We latecomers are all following him in eating cigarettes and drinking farts. "
Cheng Jun felt the probing gazes of the crowd coming towards him, and said with a smile: "I don't dare to take it seriously. My boy, Cheng Jun, suddenly saw all the emperors. I am really frightened. Do you dare to ask your surnames?"
These glances are just inquisitive and will eventually dissipate. For these emperors. The so-called first discoverer was just a little curious and didn't care about the affairs of the North Country at all. Even the cataclysm that caused countless powerful beings to fall did not kill them. They won't feel that way. However, it will still bring some pressure. The reason why I distributed the Daoxuan Fruit from Penglai and Yanzhi Mountains and kept the one from the North was because I was afraid that others would be too inexperienced and unable to withstand the pressure.
No matter whether they were silent or enthusiastic, all the emperors introduced themselves to some extent. Cheng Jun took the lead and everyone exchanged pleasantries, so-called hypocrisy. There is no difference between an emperor and an ordinary person.
Concubine Mo Xiang smiled and said: "Everyone, let's wait for the night."
Just as these veteran emperors knew each other, Concubine Mo Xiang naturally also knew Bo Ye. Lingshan Taoism and Penglai Taoism are old enemies, but the two emperors are not incompatible with each other. The juniors fight fiercely, but their high-end relationship cannot be easily described as friend or foe.
Zhang Qinglu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "How did you know you were waiting for Bo Ye?"
Concubine Mo Xiang was startled, and then said with a smile: "Why, according to you, can the rooftop of Yanyun change hands? What a joke, that is the territory of Shangqing Palace, not Boye"
Someone outside asked: "Who else could it be?"
A man floats in from the outside, with a feathery robe and a crown of stars, a fluttering long beard, and eyes like autumn water. At first glance, he looks like Lu Zu has been resurrected, like a Taoist Quanzhen with an immortal style.
Zhang Qinglu closed his eyes slightly and slowly opened them, just in time to see Boye looking in his direction. The two looked at each other, Zhang Qinglu's strange look disappeared in a flash, and he slowly lowered his head.
Boye didn¡¯t show any strange expression. He smiled and greeted the familiar people. While everyone was talking to him, they savored the scene just now with great interest. Who could be the emperor of God? How could there be a fool? The scene just now was enough for everyone to speculate on the relationship between them.
Since there is a contradiction, there is something that can be exploited.
When the eight emperors, oh, nine emperors gathered together, the last host finally appeared.
Yinlao doesn't look as dashing as Bo Ye, not as graceful as Dongwang Ximu, and not as handsome as Cheng Jun. Dressed in blue cloth and with a sparse beard, he looks like an old scholar from the countryside. .
But when he came in, everyone held their breath and quietly expressed their respect with the gaze salute.
Sitting in the main hall, Mr. Yin chatted with everyone in a friendly manner. His tone was no different from that of a rural teacher talking to his neighbors. He was filled with a homely atmosphere. Not to mention others, even Zhang Qinglu was in a better mood.
But in the end, Mr. Yin took out a big compass with a gap in each of the eight directions of the Universe and Eight Trigrams, and said: "EveryoneEveryone, now take out your Daoxuan Fruit and put it on it, so that you can measure the movement of the last rooftop. "
Everyone looked at each other in shock. In order to obtain the Daoxuan Fruit, each of them went through a very hard battle, and some even directly faced other emperors. Except for Cheng Jun and the others, every Daoxuan Fruit is hard to come by. As Ping Yin said, who would be happy to ask them to take out the Daoxuan Fruit? Even if Yin Lao is a land god, it won't work.
Yinlao sighed: "I also know that this matter is difficult, but the eternal problem of ascension has been solved at this moment, and I am really anxious. The shortcomings of repair will eventually be counted. I don't know how you are, but I can feel that I am getting older day by day. Go, if you don't seize the time to ascend, I'm afraid the Taoism will disappear and turn into a piece of loess."
Cheng Jun said secretly: That¡¯s nonsense. You can live until at least seven hundred years later. I know best.
Yin Laodao: "Of course, if you worry for a few days, you will always have time. Putting aside the calculation of the secrets, let's talk about analyzing between the lines of the classics, where should the last rooftop be?"
He suddenly called someone¡¯s name and said, ¡°Fellow Taoist Boye, please tell me.¡±
Bo Ye was startled, then smiled and said: "As Senior Yin said, I have a guess or two. The last rooftop is probably related to the land of Zhongzhou Guanzhong buried together with the Xuanfu Taoism and and the Xuanfu Taoism."
Cheng Jun¡¯s eyes moved and he breathed out slowly in his heart.