"Fellow Daoist Qin, why...you...you come to this Yulong Temple?" Perhaps because of the strong alcoholism, Tu Long couldn't stutter clearly when he spoke.

"To survive," Di Shitian said casually.

Di Shitian was immersed in recalling the happy times when his parents were all there. Although their parents were busy with government affairs at that time, their concern for themselves never changed.

"Fellow Daoist Tu, why?" Di Shitian asked after taking a sip of wine.

"Do you believe it for a woman?" Tu Long said here, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"Woman, I believe, fellow Taoist Tu is so romantic and handsome, so many fairies like it." Di Shitian said with drunken eyes.

"But she has never seen me first. In order to get close to him, I tried my best to win the introductory competition, but she gave me a job without any achievements. Do you think that my cultivation is not as high as hers?" Tu Long said with resentment in his eyes.

"Yeah," At this time, Di Shitian had already lying on the table and slept soundly. Di Shitian had a dream, dreaming that his biological parents had returned to his side, and dreaming of Bai Zhen, the woman who allowed her to experience maternal love.

"Do I call you fellow Daoist Qin, or should I call you fellow Daoist Emperor?" Tu Long looked at Di Shitian, and there was no trace of intoxication at this moment.

Tu Long shook the feathers gently and stomped around the box. He cried and laughed. However, the maids and friends outside the door could not hear the movement inside. This was also for the sake of the guests. Each box was equipped with a sound insulation formation. Even if the inside was in trouble, there would be no sound outside.

"I'd better call you a fellow Taoist Di more friendly." Tu Long said to Di Shitian who was lying on the table. Tu Long ate a few bites of the dishes on the table, faced the door, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand buckled the feather scent on his chest, staring in front of his eyes, falling into deep thought.

"Fellow Daoist Di, do you understand this world?" Tu Long lowered his head and began to ponder.

"Oh, by the way, fellow Taoist Di is drunk, Tu is negligent. I guess you don't know much about this world, even if I only know a little bit of fur," Tu Long sighed lightly, his face full of helplessness.

"Fellow Daoist Emperor probably doesn't know people in this world, Tu said to you, you can't hear it anyway, just think that Tu gave you a gift. The whole world is called Soul Refining Prison, it is a broken world, with incomplete laws and even constantly losing. If this continues, people here will become ordinary people and cannot practice. When the laws are lost, they will no longer exist and become nothingness. Currently, half of them are controlled by the puppet tribe.

Half of it is controlled by the human race. In order to compete for control of the Soul Refining Prison, both sides have been fighting for tens of thousands of years. As the war continues to deepen, both sides are unwilling to withdraw their troops. Seeing that the tribesmen of both sides continue to decrease, not only does not stop the decline of this world, but has accelerated the loss of laws. If this war cannot be ended, it will not take decades to end this world, and you and I will completely disappear." Tu Long's face was filled with sorrow, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Tu Long's hand flashed with a flash of inspiration, and a light penetrated into Di Shitian's eyebrows. Di Shitian yawned, got up and stretched. It seemed that he had been sleeping for a few years, putting down the burden, putting down trivial matters, and having no worries in his heart, which made him unwilling to get up for a long time.

"Let Fellow Daoist laugh at me." Di Shitian rubbed his sleepy eyes and said apologetically.

"It is rare for fellow Daoist Qin to have a strong soul. If an ordinary person drinks the seven-star companion moon for a hundred years, he will have to be drunk for at least ten days and half a month." Tu Long waved his hand and said disrespectfully.

"Then I didn't do anything out of the ordinary, right?" Di Shitian said with a wink.

"Fellow Daoist Qin has a strong personality and extraordinary self-control. How could he do something extraordinary? There are still a lot of fine wine in this jar. Let's talk while drinking it." Tu Long suggested.

"Every Ting Zun" Di Shitian was very happy. The first time he drank, this feeling was very strange.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, he is indeed a person of temperament." Tu Long raised his glass cup and drank it all. After drinking it, he did not forget to lick his lips, looking like he was still unsatisfied.

"Good wine, Fellow Daoist Tu may as well say it directly? If Qin can do it, he will be unlimited." Di Shitian also knew that he was short-spoken and asked on his own initiative.

"Fellow Daoist Qin is out. I have already said just now that I apologized to Fellow Daoist Qin this time. If Fellow Daoist Qin still does this, he will not forgive Qin." Tu Long said a little angrily.

"Fellow Daoist Tu is serious, Qin is definitely not going to do this." Di Shitian quickly explained.

"Then Fellow Daoist Qin will not mention this matter again in the future. Next, we will only discuss heroes, not human feelings." Tu Long picked up the glass cup on the table, touched Di Shitian for a while, and drank it all in one go.

"Cooking wine to talk about heroes?" A glimmer of light flashed in Di Shitian's eyes, he agreed happily, and looked up and drank the wine in his mouth.

"Fellow Daoist Tu, do you know who is the hero?" Di Shitian picked up a monster's thigh, gnawed it, and said vaguely.

"Hero?" Tu Long shook his head, put down the glass cup in his hand, handed the feather fan in his right hand to his left hand, then dipped a little wine in the glass cup with his right hand, and then wrote a big "no" on the table. Di Shitian was puzzled.

"The heroes in the world are fellow Daoist Qin and Tu." Tu shook his feather fan, looking confident.

Di Shitian laughed loudly, and Tu also laughed happily. Not long after, a jar of wine made the two of them drink up to the sky. This time the two of them just walked a little, but they were very awake.

Tu Long greeted the maid and his friend outside the door, and sent Di Shitian back to the room. With the help of his maid, he returned to the room.

Tu Long returned to the room, sat on a chair with the help of the maid, put his legs on the table in front, held a cup of spiritual tea with his right hand, and gently slapped it with a feather fan in his left hand, making him feel so comfortable. A maid came over and knelt beside him, gently pounding his legs, and a maid stood behind him and kneaded his shoulders.

"What you said is true?" Tu Long said to a guy standing in front of the desk.

"Everything is true. The young master asked the maid to leave after he went in. Later, at my begging, he did not make things difficult for me and asked the maid to wait in the room. Before leaving, he gave the maid some money, but the maid didn't dare to take it away, so he returned it." This guy was the one who was serving Emperor Shitian to bathe.

"Good done, go down." Tu Long took out some copper coins from the space ring and handed them to the servant. The servant was very happy. After thanking him for his gratitude, he retreated. Before leaving, he winked at the maids, so that they could serve them well. The two maids understood it.

When Di Shitian returned to the room, he let the maid go to work. He lay alone on the soft boat, his body in a big shape. The stinging sting automatically operated, and the dizziness was relieved a lot. Tu Long's words made him think a lot.

The first time Di Shitian felt a sense of urgency, and there was no moment that made him so urgently to improve his cultivation. In fact, when he first started drinking, he might have been drinking too quickly, or for the first time he drank, the seven-star companion moon's alcohol made him drunk quickly. Fortunately, the skull sting automatically, and the wine had already awakened most of the wine. Tu Long was talking to himself alone, and Di Shitian continued to pretend to be drunk and unconscious. Fortunately, after Tu Long threw a trace of spiritual light into his eyebrows, he initially thought Tu Long wanted to harm him, but later he found out that it was just a magic trick to sober up. Di Shitian should not take the donkey to wake up.

"We should improve our strength as soon as possible." Di Shitian sighed.

In the conference hall of the city lord's mansion, the lights were bright and bright as daytime. Xiaoyaomeng sat upright in the main seat, while the others sat on both sides, Mu Rong and Ge Lao were in the list.

"Friends of Daoism, I believe that what we are doing is very clear about reopening the Qianji Hall. We must regain our spiritual weapon belonging to the Qianji Hall. With the blessing of that spiritual weapon, our battle with the puppet tribe can be quickly resolved. Do you have any good suggestions for what you are doing?" Everyone fell into deep thought.

"City Lord, after the seal is opened, can everyone enter the Qianji Palace?" One of the strong men with big arms, round waist, round face and thick legs stood up and asked.

Xiaoyaomeng smiled slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Pei is right. Once the seal is opened, everyone can enter. In order to prevent the puppet tribe from taking advantage of the situation, we only open one corner of the seal and only allow strong people, including the Marquis level, to enter, so that we can ensure that everything is safe."

"City Lord, Qianji Hall was sealed before because the puppet tribe sent the most elite puppet to capture Qianji Hall and killed tens of thousands of fellow Taoists. At that time, you were in seclusion again, we were not allowed to seal it with this worst. Now we rashly open it, and the monks entering it were only below the Marquis level. Wouldn't it be that sheep entered the tiger's mouth?" Another sharp-mouthed old man stood up and said.

Xiaoyaomeng pondered for a moment and said, "What fellow Daoist Zhang said is that we have not dealt with the puppet tribe overnight. Although we cannot fully understand everything, we can at least be considered to know ourselves and our enemies. Over the past tens of thousands of years, no matter how strong the puppet is, it will become corrupt and defeated without anyone's maintenance or control. All we have to do is bring out that spiritual weapon, and there is no need to worry about the others."

"Please think twice. Our human race has developed slowly over the years, and it is difficult to cultivate some backbone forces. If there is any mistake, we cannot afford to lose it," the man said earnestly.

"I have decided," Xiaoyaomeng said undeniably, and the old man surnamed Zhang stopped talking and looked unhappy after sitting back to his seat.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Xiaoyaomeng looked around everyone. With the lessons of old man Zhang Xing, everyone already knew the city lord's idea and no longer objected.

"Do you have any good candidates to recommend to this task?" Xiaoyao Meng's expression gradually became frozen, and the smile on her face disappeared.

"If you don't have me, I'll specify it. Don't complain at that time." Xiaoyaomeng's words were sharp, and everyone lowered their heads, for fear of being seen.
Chapter completed!