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At this moment, the mentality of Ji Yuan, Ju Yuanzi and others, who are regarded as masters by others, is also very complicated and subtle.

Ji Yuan felt that the day of the Xianyou Conference was finally approaching. It was fine on the flying boat in Xuanxin Mansion. After getting off the boat, a sense of anticipation and excitement gradually became stronger.

After all, it is a well-known conference in the immortal world. Can you meet a few real masters of true immortals, will you meet the author of "Dream in the Clouds", and how many magical techniques can you see? Fate hopes that you will meet everything you expect.

For the people in Yuhuai Mountain, the mood is equally complicated. They have not come to participate in this Xianyou Conference several times.

The real people such as Yang Ming and Qiu Feng in Yuhuai Mountain are juniors in front of Ju Yuanzi. They have never participated in the Xianyou Conference, let alone the disciples. They are mostly excited and also because of past events and strangeness. The apprehension that arises from the meeting.

As for Ju Yuanzi, he has lived for so many years, and his cultivation is at the peak of Yuhuai Mountain. His state of mind has long been different. The incidents in the past and the unknown of the Xianyou Conference are nothing in front of him, and there is no disturbance in his heart. Ji Yuan is calm on the surface, but he is really calm.

"Mr. Ji, let's go to visit Jiufeng Mountain first. They will arrange accommodation for us. Of course, if we are not satisfied, we can also find accommodation by ourselves."

For Ju Yuanzi's suggestion, there is no reason to think about it, and nodding is an agreement.

Several people lingered on the market in Ruanshandu, all the way to a very conspicuous building on the ferry, with red flags suspended on the top, and the dazzling characters of Faguang written on the flag - Dengxian Pavilion.

The people around, Jiyuan and his party walked towards the building, and there were monks from Jiufeng Mountain who went out to greet them at the door. They knew that this was the real person from Xiandao, and it was the kind of invitation to the Xianyou Conference.

After a while, a monk from Jiufeng Mountain in a blue robe took Ji Yuan and Yuhuai Mountain and his party to leave the Dengxian Pavilion, and a huge willow leaf spilled out between his sleeves, which changed to the size of a small boat in front of his eyes.

"Fellow Daoists, please get on the Green Leaf Boat. My Jiufeng Mountain Dojo is in this Ruan Mountain and not in this Ruan Mountain. Some of you may not be familiar with the road, so I will send you Daoists to the mountain to rest."

"Well, it's work!"

Ju Yuanzi said politely, set foot on Luye first, followed by Ji Yuan and others.

The people in Jiufeng Mountain here regard Jiyuan as a monk of Yuhuai Mountain. Jiyuan doesn't explain anything, so he doesn't have to ask him for invitations alone. He doesn't have this. Still less hassle.

However, Ji Yuan had just stepped on the green leaf boat with his front foot, and before he stepped on the back foot, he heard someone calling him from a distance.

"Mr. Ji... Mr. Ji... But Mr. Ji?"

This voice is a little familiar, but it feels a little unfamiliar, which is very strange. Ji Yuan's ears are so clever that almost all the sounds are unforgettable.

Not to mention human voices, even the barking of dogs, he can distinguish every dog ​​he has heard, and he has never encountered a sound that is both familiar and unfamiliar.

Ji Yuan frowned and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and suddenly felt his eyes light up. There was a man with a subtle charm in his sight who was walking quickly. He was wearing a pale yellow robe. Dai Xiaoguan pinned the gold hairpin, and the middle-aged face was full of surprises.

Because of these two calls, the monks from Jiufeng Mountain and everyone from Yuhuai Mountain naturally stopped and looked at the person who came.

Soon, the visitor walked up to Ji Yuan, stretched out his arms and bowed 90 degrees, and made a big gift to Ji Yuan.

"I've seen Mr. Ji! I didn't expect it to be you. My master also said that you will definitely not come here, hahaha, he must be happy to see you!"

Ji Yuan's heart moved when she heard the words, but her face did not reveal it. She looked at the man who spoke and nodded slightly but did not speak.

With a smile on his face, the man put away his salute before saying a word.

"Sir, you don't know me, do you?"

"Ha ha!"

Ji Yuan smiled inscrutable, he thought of one person, in the whole world without the use of magical powers, there may be only one person who could make him forget after hearing the voice, and the person in front of him is obviously There is no magic power.

"Your Majesty has replaced a good leather bag!"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled even more.

"As expected of Mr. Ji, he can recognize me without my prompting at all, Yang Zong worships! But don't mention this title again, you dare to call me, but you dare not answer!"

Seeing that Yang Zong looked like a middle-aged man, Ji Yuan was inexplicably relieved. He was really afraid that a little kid with a bellyband would pop out, so he could not accept Ji someone.

Throwing away the funny thoughts in his head, Ji Yuan looked around, since Yang Zong was here, the old beggar should not be too far away, but he didn't see it, and the other party didn't see him either, otherwise he must have come over .

"Where's your master?"

"Master is in Jiufeng Mountain. My brother and I came to the market in Ruanshandu to hang out. I didn't expect to meet you, Mr. Yang Zong dare not forget the kindness of Mr. Yang. Without Mr. and teacher, there would be no Yang Zong of me. Now!"

The old emperor was really reborn, and he was completely enlightened between life and death, and his personality was completely different from the one he used to be. With the change of lotus root body, it is no wonder that Ji Yuan's ears were unable to distinguish the sound.

Thinking that the other party was using lotus root to reshape his body, he could not help but look up and down Yang Zong's joints, and wondered whether he would often break his hands and feet?

"Uh, Mr. Ji, who is this?"

Ju Yuanzi didn't know who the person in front of him was, so why did Mr. Ji call him "Your Majesty"?

Ji Yuan smiled and waved towards Yang Zong, who had a very different mental outlook.

"Friend Ju, this one is the original Dazhen Emperor, Yuande Emperor Yang Zong."

"Huh? Emperor Yuande?" "Emperor Yuande!"

"What!?" "Didn't Emperor Yuande die?"

Ju Yuanzi and Yu Huaishan all cried out in amazement, while the Jiufeng Mountain cultivator on the side was neither in a hurry nor rushed, but just observed the scene in front of him carefully.

Yang Zong hurriedly saluted the crowd.

"Yang Zong has seen the seniors of the immortal elders. You are right, Emperor Yuande has died, and now it is just Yang Zong!"

After Ju Yuanzi was surprised, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he suddenly thought of a possibility, that is, the physical body reshapes the universe.

‘Big deal! ’

"Junior Brother...Junior Brother...Why are you running so fast, I can't keep up with you!"

A familiar voice from Ji Yuan came from behind, and a young man who looked about the same size as Wei Yuansheng hurried over, holding a steaming lotus leaf bag in his hand.

His stature has grown and his clothes have become neater, but when Ji Yuan saw this, he felt that he was still the little beggar back then.

"Junior brother, if you run around again, I won't bring it next time..."

The young man stopped halfway through his words, swallowed the food in his mouth with a "gulu", and looked at Jiyuan with wide eyes.

"Xiaoyou, don't you know me?"

"Mr. Ji! Are you here at the Xianyou Conference? Great! Now my junior brother and I have one more acquaintance!"

Saying that, Lu Xiaoyou handed over the lotus leaf bag in his hand to Jiyuan.

"Sir, try it, the hawthorn glutinous rice dumplings are out of the pot!"

Ji Yuan was also welcome, smiled and stretched out his hand to pick a grain, and chewed it in his mouth.

"Fellow Daoists, I think it's better to go to my Jiufeng Mountain and settle down, how about reminiscing about the old things?"

The cultivator from Jiufeng Mountain didn't speak up until this moment. It was normal to meet acquaintances during the Xianyou Conference. There are many people who cultivate immortals with birthdays. It is not uncommon for many old friends to meet after decades or even hundreds of years. .

"Mr. Ji, you go first, my senior brother and I will go back to the master and tell him you are here."

Ji Yuan nodded and set foot on the green leaf boat, and then the monk of Jiufeng Mountain cast the magic boat to ascend to the sky. Although he was also moving forward, the height was still rising.

Ji Yuan turned his head to look in the direction of the flying boat, and with his eyes wide open, he could vaguely see nine huge mountain peaks hanging in the clouds and fog.

Below Ruan Shandu, Lu Xiaoyou and Yang Zong maintained the gesture of salute, knowing that they could not see the fate before accepting the gift.

"Master must be very happy to know... right?" "Well, or it's very complicated..."

"Hey!"

The brothers and sisters have been together for these years, and they know him very well, so they can't help but sigh. Of course, in general, the master is definitely happier.

Qingyezhou's speed was not slow, and it was far away from Ruanshandu in a moment. After passing through the misty clouds, Ji Yuan and others saw the real Jiufeng Mountain Gate.

Nine huge mountain peaks are lined up in a row, with different heights, but the difference is roughly the same. Among them, there are green mountains and green waters, but they are suspended above the clouds. They are already standing on the clouds, but there are still light white clouds above the peaks. On some hills, there are rainbows shining brightly, and there are flying birds and immortals passing through. At first glance, it is the place of the immortal mansion.

"Fellow Daoists, that's where my Nine Peaks Mountain Gate is. The nine peaks stand together in the cloud, but they are not here. When a few Taoists go, they will receive a token. If there is no token, they can enter. If you can't get to the mountain gate, don't lose it."

This monk has always been polite and polite, but this time, it is hard to hide the pride in his heart as a disciple of Jiufeng Mountain~www.NovelMTL.com~ Jiufeng Holy Land has infinite wonderful methods, and can hold Xianyou Conference, yes It is a very face-saving thing. The immortals do not have strong desires, and the worldly wealth cannot be shaken, but this face is not easy to come by, and everyone will be proud.

It was also the first time for Ju Yuanzi to come to Jiufeng Mountain, and it was also the first time that Jiufeng Mountain held the Xianyou Conference.

Brush, brush, brush...

A stream of light flashed on the side, but several young and young monks walked with their swords, and there were more laughter and laughter as they walked away.

"Hahahaha...I'm the fastest!" "You swordsmen are as slow as turtles!"

"Look I don't catch up with you!" "Don't run!"

The sound faded away, and the sword light went straight and spiraled from time to time, passing through entangled tracks, showing the magic of Yujian. Just looking at Yujian's agile techniques, Ji Yuan felt ashamed.

'It's all fairy and wonderful sacred scenery, this trip is not a loss! ’

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