120: C120 The World Is Coming

C120 The World Is Coming

After the party ended, Shen Wentian was still driving on the way back.

"Mother of the child, what do you think about tonight's gathering?"

Yang Yajing frowned slightly. In fact, she could also see that Jiang Wenhao did not seem to have any intention of becoming in-laws. After all, he was the head of the family and was more important than Wang Yumeng.

"It is still too early to say anything now. Muwan is still young and the two children will be studying in the future. It will depend on the fate of the two of them!"

It was not good for her to speak too seriously. She was afraid that it would hurt her son. After all, it was not easy for Wang Yumeng to arrange the dinner personally.

Shen Wentian said, "Son, you should do well in Yanjing! Fight for your breath and marry Muwan to our house in a grand manner."

"Got it."

Shen Qingfeng leaned against the back of the car and looked at the busy traffic outside the window. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

...

The main peak of Celestial Maiden Pavilion.

A beautiful figure stood in the middle of the white clouds. She was wearing a white muslin dress. Her black hair was like a waterfall, her eyebrows were like smoke, and her skin was as smooth as fat. Her watery eyes looked into the distance, and she was lost in thought.

"Han'er."

At this time, a woman wearing a phoenix crown and palace attire walked over. There was a strand of bright red cinnabar between her brows, and her appearance was quite beautiful.

"Greetings, Sect Master!"

Zi Mohan reacted and quickly turned around to greet but was lifted up by a pair of jade-like hands.

"Han'er, there is no need to be like this. Master's life was saved by you. If it wasn't for the strict rules of the Celestial Maiden Pavilion, I would really like to address you as mother and daughter."

Shangguan Wan'er's pair of phoenix eyes were full of love. She had fought with someone and was unfortunately defeated. Her life was in danger.

She didn't expect that at the moment of her death, her eldest disciple would find a miracle pill for her to restore her life!

Later, she deliberately asked the green-clothed girl who accompanied Zi Mohan down the mountain to inquire about the situation. Only then did she find out that the pill was exchanged by Han'er's sword and a youth called Shen Qingfeng.

"Master..."

Tears flashed in Zi Mohan's eyes. In her heart, she had long regarded Shangguan Wan'er as her closest relative. When she heard the other party's words, her heart was greatly moved.

"Han'er, I came this time because I have something that I need you to do."

"Master, please speak."

"I have observed the great power of the world. If the wind and clouds rise again, I'm afraid something big will happen in the martial arts world. My Celestial Maiden Pavilion cannot fall behind. I want you to enter the world and search for opportunities. Are you willing to do so?"

Shangguan Wan'er placed one hand behind her back and spoke with disdain.

The Celestial Maiden Pavilion was no longer as grand as it was in the ancient times. She was still paying attention to the general trend of the world and the first thing she noticed was the undercurrent.

"Disciple will follow master's orders!"

Zi Mohan held her sword and bowed. She was the chief disciple of the Celestial Maiden Pavilion, and it was her duty to serve the sect.

"This time, I will allow you to enter the world. There are two tasks for you. One is the sect's precious Lady Sword. You must retrieve it as soon as possible. That is the token of your future master, and you must not lose it."

"The second is to interact more with the geniuses of the various sects and obtain information. For example, the kid who rented the sword with you last time. Find out his background."

"Shui Lu!"

Shangguan Wan'er coldly shouted. A green-clothed female flew over from afar and held the sword as she bowed.

"Greeting Sect Master!"

"Your senior sister's temperament is too pure and kind. This palace orders you to go down the mountain and serve her. You must put your heart into it. When your senior sister becomes Sect Master in the future, she will definitely not forget you."

"Disciple obeys!"

Shui Lu's big bright eyes revealed a smile. Although she was young, she had a strange temperament and was very liked by her senior sister.

"Senior sister, I haven't seen you for a few days. Your skills are becoming more and more difficult to see through!"

After Shangguan Wan'er left, Shui Lu immediately jumped over and greeted her crisply.

"Little girl, your mouth is sweet..."

Zi Mohan stretched out her two soft hands and pinched Shui Lu's nose, causing her to laugh.

"Senior sister, are we going to Jiangdong to find Shen Qingfeng? That brat actually dared to use the pill to cheat the Celestial Maiden Pavilion's sect treasure. I will teach him a lesson!"

Shui Lu rolled her eyes and immediately gave her opinion.

At that time, she had thought that the handsome young man was very cunning. He was obviously very strong, but he liked to pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger. His smiling face made people feel like they were on fire!

"Shen Qingfeng..."

Zi Mohan's eyes were watery, as if there was smoke lingering around them. Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice carried a different meaning.

...

In the Lingnan region, there was a mountain peak that was thousands of feet tall. It was shaped like a bottle, and there was a Jialing River nearby.

It was said that this Silver Bottle Mountain was formed by the pure bottle in the hands of the Bodhisattva. It was covered in clouds all year round, and when the immortal clouds flew, it only showed its extraordinary splendor on a cloudless day that was ten thousand miles away. It had beautiful scenery and few people could see it.

At the top of the mountain, there was a temple. It was grand and magnificent, and there were three golden words on the plaque: Golden Mountain Temple.

There was sandalwood incense burning in the bronze furnace inside the temple, and it made people feel calm when they smelled it.

A handsome monk was kneeling on a futon and chanting scriptures with his eyes closed. He wore a pure white monk robe and gave off an otherworldly aura.

Several old monks, their hair and beard all white, it was unknown just how old they were. They stood in front of the Buddha statue, as if they were discussing something.

"Ten Commandments, today, you will leave the mountain. The mortal world will refine one's heart, this is a test that all cultivators must undergo."

"Remember, do not randomly start a fight with others. Remember the Buddhist teachings, Amitabha!"

An old monk walked out from the crowd. He was an eminent monk with the word 'wisdom' in the temple. He was the Sect Master and his Dharma name was Hui Ming.

"Amitabha!"

The Ten Commandments gave a Buddhist proclamation and opened his eyes. A divine light flashed across his eyes. After returning from Kunlun, his cultivation base had actually advanced to the Building Foundation Stage!

...

During this period of time, all the well-informed sects had smelled something unusual. Many of the major sects had sent their most outstanding disciples into the Pugilistic World to cultivate.

Of course, there were also those who did the opposite. On a hidden mountain peak, a blind old man wanted to close the mountain gate but was stopped by a group of middle-aged and elderly people.

"Great Master, you haven't come out of seclusion for decades. Why did you close the mountain gate as soon as you came out? You have to know that there are still many disciples outside training!"1

"Could it be that the old man is muddle-headed!? Once the mountain gate closes, the cultivation resources will be cut off. What do we rely on to break through!?"

"That's right! The mountain gate cannot be closed..."

...

Everyone started talking at once, criticizing the old man in a low voice. However, due to the old man's identity, they did not dare to be too impudent.

"I'm old and muddle-headed!? I think it's you bunch of unworthy children who have been blinded by pig oil! Now that the various sects have sent their most outstanding disciples into the world, what will happen if so many proud and arrogant geniuses come into contact with each other? "

" There will be a bloody storm in the martial world. Every thousand years, a Great Era will arrive. "

"A rare cultivation genius that only appears once every hundred years, or even once every thousand years, appears frequently. Don't you know how to avoid trouble? Do you want to throw away the foundation of the old ancestor?"

When the old blind man heard the words of the younger generation, he was so angry that his entire body trembled. This mountain gate was only a small sect, and because it was too weak, they had built their own sect for hundreds of years. They basically lived a life of aloof from worldly affairs.

However, once they entered the Pugilistic World, they had no choice but to do so.

The Great Era was about to arrive. At that time, a mistake could very well destroy their hundred-year foundation.

pqdm.com