Chapter 482 Bells

In the room, the two of them chatted politely for a moment,

Seeing that it was getting dark, Long Xixiang still started talking about business:

"Senior, ten days ago, Master Yuan Qing sent a message to all the sects, inviting me to go to Yiqi Mountain Villa for a small gathering to discuss important matters. I wonder if I, senior, would like to honor me?"

"Is it inappropriate for me to participate in this inter-sect gathering?"

Qin Yun was not surprised. It would be strange if the Bafang Temple, the imperial court, and the Five Great Dao Sect could really sit still.

"Senior's reputation is something we have always looked up to and respected. What's wrong with that?"

Long Xixiang is in the right color.

Qin Yun glanced at him and shook his head: "I would like to go, but I am not strong enough."

"Is your injury still recovering?"

Long Xixiang frowned slightly: "I don't know about the great elixir of Longhu Temple..."

"It's no use."

Qin Yun sighed and declined him politely: "I find it difficult to get down from this tower now, let alone go out for a walk. I won't go to Yiqi Villa."

"However, if you are willing, you can come to the Bafang Pagoda for a while..."

"this……"

Now it was Long Xixiang's turn to hesitate.

He naturally has great respect for this senior, but the other sects are too wary to come to this gathering.

"Okay, if you have anything important to do after the meeting, it won't be too late to let me know."

Qin Yun just smiled and did not embarrass him: "It concerns the court. Don't say that I am not dead. Even if I am dead, I have to get up and help."

"Junior has taken note of it."

Seeing this, Long Xixiang didn't say anything more. He cupped his hands and turned into light and left.

Qin Yun watched calmly until his breath disappeared from the induction, then he said:

"This little monk is actually kind-hearted."

"Not seen yet."

Qin Shixian subconsciously touched her head. She had not forgotten the day she was attacked by someone.

Qin Yun squinted his eyes with a subtle expression: "Taoist Yuanqing invited all the sects to meet, and it seems that he has also realized the changes in Bafang Temple..."

"Changes in Bafang Temple?"

Qin Shixian was slightly shocked.

"The great sacrifice is not a day's work. When the news came out from the imperial court that the Bafang Temple was planning to offer sacrifices, the ceremony was probably already underway. Wan Zhuliu invited everyone in the world to watch the great sacrifice, so the Bafang Temple must have responded."

Qin Yun played with the jade pagoda in his palm.

"Has Bafang Temple responded?"

Qin Shixian was doubtful, but the old man sounded very confident, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Seeing her like this, Qin Yun shook his head inwardly, but still answered patiently: "How far are you from the Taoist test of Dahuang Sect?"

"...Not even close."

Speaking of this matter, Qin Shixian also had a headache.

Many years ago, before breaking the Tiangang, she had entered the Taoist trial of the Great Wilderness Sect.

But after all these years, she is still a little behind, unable to master the Great Wilderness and Sea Purple Gold Gun in depth.

"Then you can't notice it."

Qin Yun stretched his five fingers, and the small jade-colored tower bloomed with faint light in his palm, and the strong scent of incense spread out.

Buzz~

Qin Shixian looked intently, and through the faint light energy, he could vaguely see an ancient temple rising and falling in the endless light.

Ancient, mysterious and vague.

"Is there really something strange happening in Bafang Temple?"

Qin Shixian flicked her wrist, and a purple-gold light suddenly flashed through the Bafang Pagoda. Suddenly, a purple-gold spear appeared in her palm.

The gun is seven feet long, has various mysterious lines on it, and exudes the same ancient atmosphere.

This is the Purple Gold Spear of Dahuang Jiahai. On weekdays, this spear is kept in the depths of Bafang Pagoda. This is what she left behind.

"...You are not qualified to enter the final trial, how can you detect the Bafang Temple?"

Seeing Master Qin concentrating on sensing the Purple Gold Spear, Qin Yun felt dumbfounded.

"If I can't do it, how can those other families notice it?"

Qin Shixian was quite dissatisfied.

Although she has not been able to break through the Taoist test of Dahuang Sect, no one from houses such as Longhu Temple and Yiqi Villa have even passed the true test for many years.

"No matter how bad the Five Great Dao Sects are, they still have the back-up left by their ancestors, who can touch the road to the final trial..."

Qin Yun stared at the small jade-colored pagoda, looking at the shadow of the ancient temple that seemed to be there but not at all, and seemed to be within reach, but in fact it was completely elusive:

"The outsiders did have some tricks that day. How long has it been?"

Muttering in a low voice, Qin Yun was in a trance. Many years ago, he had exhausted all means and everything, but he could only get to this point.

"Poison Dragon Academy..."

Qin Yun gathered his thoughts, suddenly waved his hand, and took the bronze mirror behind him in his hand.

"What are you..."

Qin Shixian was startled and looked around, only to see the golden light flickering in the bronze mirror. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a big golden bell.

"This is?!"

Qin Yun didn't pay attention to Qin Shixian's astonishment. He thought about it and pointed at the bronze mirror, or in other words, the big golden bell of the bronze mirror clock.

boom!

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Shendu City is located due north of the Universiade Territory, and the four seasons are extremely distinct.

Although it was only late autumn at this time, the weather was already quite chilly, and among the merchants hawking in the streets and alleys, there were many charcoal sellers.

It's just that what they are selling is not ordinary charcoal, but "animal charcoal" made from spiritual wood and carved into various animal shapes.

This kind of spiritual wood animal charcoal is not only smokeless, but also has a faint aroma of spiritual wood when burned, which can nourish the spirit and relieve fatigue.

One piece often costs one tael of silver, so it is very popular among wealthy families.

"The gentlemen of Shendu City really know how to enjoy themselves. Even the charcoal carvings are so exquisite..."

In the restaurant facing the street, by the window on the sixth floor, a tall young man stood by the window, overlooking the streets of Shendu.

His name was Liu Jingshan, a native of Henglong Taoism. He met a strange man when he was young. He had learned martial arts in the mountains for many years. Not long after he left the mountains, he heard that the imperial court wanted to offer sacrifices to the Bafang Temple, so he came to the capital.

And there are many people similar to him in the city of God at this moment.

"Brother Liu is wrong. This spirit wood and beast charcoal is not unique to Shendu City. We have similar things in Henglong City, but we don't sell them on the streets."

The speaker was a young man dressed in silk. He gently shook the wine glass and said with a smile:

"Brother Liu, if you like it, Wang can give you a car."

"No, I, Liu Jingshan, can't enjoy the blessings of your Yunding Wang family."

The young man turned around, sat down, and drank the wine in one gulp.

The nineteen states of the five realms in the world are not included in the nine states of Henglong and Wanlong. This land of nine states is reserved for the imperial court.

There are certainly some Jianghu sects among them, but not many have become established. Those who control the power of Jiuzhou are big families such as the Yunding Wang family, Xiangshan Zhang family, Nanling Yun family, etc.

"Brother Liu is joking."

Wang Jingyin smiled and stood up suddenly. A voice came from outside the door at the right time:

"Sir, Master Wan wants to see you."

"Master Wan?"

Wang Jingyin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stood up and held his hands in his hands: "Brother Liu, if you have nothing else to do, how about we go to visit Mr. Wan together?"

"Master Wan..."

Liu Jingshan's eyes flickered.

There are many people with the surname Wan in the world, but in the capital city of God, the young master with the surname Wan only comes from one family.

That is King Zhenwu, Wanjia.

"That's fine."

Liu Jingshan did not refuse.

The two of them went out, and their free servants led the way. But what surprised them was that Mr. Wan was not in any guild, restaurant, or mansion.

But on the street facing the street.
To be continued...