Xianzun becomes a showman as soon as he loses his memory

Yunhua stood where he was, with an uncertain expression on his face.

After thinking about it, he finally couldn't bear the worry in his heart, gritted his teeth, turned around and walked out, intending to go down to the world to inquire about it himself.

Unexpectedly, a pale and bloodless hand suddenly appeared and pressed his shoulder silently.

"Immortal Yunhua, do you want to go down to earth in violation of orders?"

A calm and waveless voice suddenly sounded from behind him, and Yunhua's hair stood on end in shock, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

who?Standing quietly behind him?

He suddenly looked back, only to see a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in pure black black clothes, with untied black hair, long hair hanging down his shoulders, pale and bloodless, and a pair of indifferent eyes looking at him.

I don't know how long the boy has been standing behind him.

But Yunhua looked at him, but heaved a sigh of relief, instead he said slightly reproachfully: "When did Immortal Qiuming come?"

The young man named Qiu Ming didn't show any emotion on his face, he just quietly turned his head to look at the scabbard on the ground, his eyes were ethereal, and his tone was even more unemotional, and he said, "Is the immortal wanting to go to the mortal world?"

He paused, and then repeated the reminder: "Father has ordered thousands of years ago, no one can enter the mortal world without his approval."

His whole body was cold, without any breath of life.

No matter how many times he watched it, Yunhua still couldn't get used to the feeling of death on this young man, but the status of a young man was considered respected in the fairy world, and even he could not be offended.

The young man's name is Qiu Ming, and he is the adopted son of Lord Xianzun.

But although Qiu Ming's status is high, most of the people in the fairy world avoid him and treat him with indifference.

It's because although he is the adopted son of the immortal, he is not a human race, or even a creature born in the world.

This young man is a man from the Ming tribe brought by the immortal from the underworld after the Great War thousands of years ago, and he has no human blood in him.

The Ming people are creatures conceived from the Styx River, and they are born with a breath of death and silence. All living beings, regardless of humans, gods, monsters, will feel displeased with this breath of death.

Although I don't know why Master Xianzun insists on adopting a purebred Mingzu child, but it can't stop the immortals from instinctively rejecting this child.

Qiu Ming also understood in his heart the faint estrangement others had for him, so when he grew up, he completely abandoned the restraint and teachings of the immortals, took off the pure white fairy robe, and only wore the black clothes that the underworld loves to wear, with his long hair hanging down to his shoulders without restraint , dressed like a Mingzu.

Now, no matter how much the immortals have respect and love for their own immortals, they can't stop their dislike for the adopted son of the immortals in their hearts.

How ugly to be dressed in black from head to toe!

The aesthetics of the Mingzu, tsk tsk tsk!

Look at their fairy palace, the top and bottom are completely new, this is beautiful!

It's just that everyone's dislike can't stop Xianzun from valuing Qiu Ming, especially in recent hundreds of years, Xianzun who has gone further and further on the path of ruthlessness, people who are already indifferent are becoming more and more indifferent, and only a little bit of love is left. Almost all the thin feelings are devoted to the adopted son.

Qiu Ming's position in the fairy world is still as solid as gold.

It's just that the current situation is complicated and confusing, Yunhua is thinking about his own immortal, and his tone when he talks to Qiuming can't help but be a bit stiff: "Immortal Qiuming, do you know that Master Xianzun is now..."

"I know." Qiu Ming replied lightly.

Yunhua choked on him, frowned and asked back: "Do you know where the Immortal is at this moment?"

"I know, Xianjun's previous guess is indeed correct." Qiu Ming was still in the ancient well without waves, just bent down, slowly picked up the scabbard on the ground, and said: "Father has indeed gone to the mortal world."

"This matter is kept secret, and the lord is not allowed to mention it to outsiders. It is enough to say to the outside world that father is retreating to understand the Dao." He did not even look at Yunhua, but calmly instructed, holding the scabbard in both hands , placed together with Taixu Sword.

Yun Hua did not listen to his instructions, but just stood there looking at him, and said strangely: "It doesn't make sense, why did the Immortal Venerable go to the world? Why didn't you let us go and have a look?"

"Someone will come to visit... But that person can't be you, and it can't be me." After putting down the scabbard with one hand, Qiu Ming picked up the Taixu Sword and hung it on his waist with the other, and said softly.

Yunhua was taken aback by his bold move, hurried forward to hold his hand, and said anxiously: "What are you doing? This is the saber of the Immortal Master, don't play with it casually."

Seeing his anxious appearance, Qiu Ming couldn't help blinking, his pale and peaceful face finally moved, revealing a playful sneer.

"The Sixth Congress is coming soon, and my father is not here. Of course, I will take the Taixu Sword to attend instead of my father."

After Yunhua heard this, his brows were almost twisted into a knot, and he persuaded earnestly: "All the people who go to the Sixth Congress are the masters of a world. Your strength is still weak, and going there will only add to the chaos."

"And if there is a quarrel during the meeting, if the world lords start fighting, you must have no power to protect yourself. It is not unheard of for the world lords to fight at the Sixth Congress before."

"Left and right are just a gathering. With the strength of our fairy world and the prestige of the immortal, it is not a problem to miss one or two."

Seeing his sincerity, Qiu Ming didn't seem to be mocking him, on the contrary, he really seemed to be thinking about his own safety, so he couldn't help showing a bit of humor, and said, "It's okay."

"Don't worry, this Six Realms Conference... will not have anyone who will pose a threat to me."

Ever since the Lord of the Demon Realm was beheaded by the sword of the Immortal Venerable thousands of years ago, the ancient Demon Realm has been fighting among themselves, and no one can be chosen to convince everyone.

The demon ancestor of the Demon God Realm was seriously injured, his strength has long been weakened, and he must always be on guard against being pulled down by his subordinates. In recent years, he has been living a useless life.

There will be no world masters from these two worlds, and the people who come to the meeting are just randomly selected representatives.

And the mortal world is also called the mortal world, and the monks in the mortal world have been trapped in one world for many years. No one has known about the events outside the world for a long time, and no one will come to participate in the Sixth Congress.

The real threat to the fairy world is nothing but the world of chaos and the world of the underworld.

But now, the lord of the underworld...he won't come.

Thinking of this, Qiu Ming finally took a deep breath, held the Taixu sword in his hand, and walked out.

His only purpose for going to the Sixth Congress this time is to keep an eye on the God King of the Chaos Realm.

Seeing that Qiu Ming walked away without saying a word, and couldn't even find the flying robe feet in an instant, the Yunhua Excalibur that stayed in place couldn't help being stunned.

After hesitating on the spot for a long while, he finally gritted his teeth and followed up bravely, and disappeared instantly as a divine light.

Only a long and narrow scabbard was left, which took the place of Taixu Sword and was solemnly placed in the center of the cave.

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At the same time, Taixu Sect in the realm of comprehension.

Ping'an Town was originally an ordinary town, because it is located at the foot of the Taixu Gate, and was protected by the monks in the gate, free from the disturbance of monsters, and not experienced the killings and conquests among ordinary people, so the local residents live happily. Very stable and happy.

Especially when I heard that the Taixu Sect is holding a sect grand competition recently, countless mortals with the intention of seeking immortality, as well as a large number of casual cultivators, all came here admiringly, and the small Ping'an Town was crowded.

In general, after the Zongmen Grand Competition of the major cultivation sects, there will be many disciples who are not strong enough to lose in the competition.

In order to replenish the lost manpower, most sects would often recruit some new disciples at this time.

Those mortals and casual cultivators in Ping'an Town came here for this purpose.

The Taixu Sect is the largest sect in the cultivation world, as long as one can become a disciple of the Taixu Sect, even if it is only an outer disciple, the treatment is better than that of many casual cultivators who are struggling alone.

For mortals, as long as they set foot on the road of cultivating immortals, they will reach the sky in one step, so even for the position of handyman in the Taixu Sect, there are still people rushing to do it.

However, the arrival of these people made the people in Ping'an Town very happy. It's just that in just a few days, all the inns, hotels, and food stalls in Zhenshan have made a lot of money.

But today, the proprietress of the only tavern in the town suddenly met a troublesome customer.

"Guest, guest officer..."

Looking at the guests in front of her, the proprietress forced a smile on her wrinkled face: "What would you like to order?"

Standing in front of her, the guest looked at a young man, dressed in night-like black clothes, with thin silver patterns on the cuffs and corners of the robe, his handsome and pale face seemed to have not seen the sun for a long time, and his eyes were half-downcast.

At first glance, she almost took the young man in front of her as a noble son from a family who had sneaked out of the house.

But the more aristocratic the son is, the more he sticks to etiquette. Often the clothes are exquisite and the decorations on his body are thoughtful. He will definitely not be like the person in front of him. He doesn't even have a crown and headband, allowing his black hair to slip down.

The young man's hair was surprisingly black, and even the long eyebrows that curved into the temples were as dark as ink.

Pale complexion, jet-black hair, for some reason, the more the proprietress looked at this young man, the more inexplicably frightened she became.

The young man's figure was straight, giving the impression that a sharp sword was drawn from its sheath hanging in his throat. No matter how handsome this person was, no one dared to spy on him.

As soon as the young man entered the tavern, everyone who was drinking felt uneasy, and even some timid mortals left the money for the drinks and slipped away quietly while the proprietress was talking.

Just when the proprietress was still uneasy, the stern man in black had already opened his mouth, his voice trembling coldly like the strings of a lyre passing through a sword.

"liquor."

He said.

The proprietress was stunned for a moment, and nodded hurriedly: "Good guest, wine... what wine do you want..."

"All." He stretched out his hand and pushed a black stone to the proprietress.

The man's slender palms were also pale, bloodless, sickly white, almost transparent under the sun.

The stone he used to pay the bill was neither gold, nor silver, nor copper. Although it had a jet-black luster, it also felt somewhat translucent under the sun.

But the proprietress didn't dare to dislike it at all, and she put away the stones regardless of 21, and hurriedly greeted Xiaoer: "Hurry up, help me move all the wine out of the store."

Xiaoer also breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly fled into the back kitchen wine cellar together with his proprietress.

This guest was really weird, he didn't even have any vitality on him, and he wanted to avoid it from afar.

Seeing that the lady proprietress and the waiter had left, and the few ordinary people left in the shop, they couldn't stay for a while, they all took out some loose silver taels and put them on the table, and ran away with lingering fear.

Immediately, there were only young people in Xuanyi and a few casual cultivators left in the store.

The man in Xuanyi didn't care about the others, just picked up a jug of wine on the counter of the tavern, and found a place by the window on his own. The flagon was thrown up.

Ordinary people's wine is dirty, but he doesn't seem to care, he just drank a pot of wine with no expression on his face, without leaking a drop.

The atmosphere in the tavern is getting weirder and weirder, even those casual cultivators feel a little uncomfortable and want to leave, but they all have their own self-esteem and self-cultivation. It is too much to be scared away by an unknown person for no reason. Losing face, a group of people just gritted their teeth and stayed in the tavern.

Probably to ease the fear in their hearts, those monks got together and spoke loudly on purpose.

"You know, Fellow Daoist Zhang, there has been a major incident in the Taixu Sect recently."

On the wine table, a short and fat monk waved his hand intentionally and said wistfully.

Opposite him, a tall and thin middle-aged man twirled his beard and said disdainfully: "Who doesn't know this, Taixu Sect Grand Competition!"

"No, no, no! This is not what my little brother said..." The fat man narrowed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I heard that when this Taixu sect was in the sect grand competition, all the disciples were suddenly attacked by outsiders. "

"what?"

Everyone was shocked, and they asked one after another: "Where did the monster dare to make trouble in Taixu Gate?" "Who attacked it? Did the troublemaker take it down?" "How many people died..."

"Hey! The little brother is just hearsay, and I can't find out what happened in the end." The fat man was annoyed by everyone's endless questions, but he pretended to be mysterious: "It's just that you know, Taixu sect. After being attacked, there was suddenly an Elder Ke Qing."

The tall and thin man let out a sigh of relief, and said, "You're making it up! It's been so many years since the Taixu Sect opened and established a sect, when did the elder Ke Qing pass by?"

"Hey, why did I just make it up?" Fatty yelled unwillingly: "It is said that in that attack, the sect master's junior brother, Elder Yunhua, was seriously injured on the spot. For the sake of the sect's strength, the sect master specially invited a senior People are guests."

"What's that man's name? It seems to be called..."

The fat man scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks, thought for a while, then remembered, and said loudly, "It's called Qiu Chenzhi."

Qiu Chenzhi!

No one noticed that the man in Xuanyi, who was leaning by the window, immediately tightened his fingers holding the jug upon hearing the name.

He looked out of the window and at the towering mountains in the distance, his half-closed eyes finally opened, dark like an unfathomable ancient well.

His pale fingers twirled slowly over the jug.

"Taixu...the door?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Immortals: "Look at our fairy palace, the top and bottom are completely white, it's beautiful!"

Qiu Chenzhi: "..." Snow blindness is about to occur, help!

Immortals: "Look at those Ming people who are all black except for their pale faces, what an aesthetic ability! Tsk tsk tsk!"

Qiu Chenzhi: "..." Beautiful!

Small attack: "(ˉ▽￣～)~~"