Shrouding the sky: Slashing the world of mortals with a sword, becoming the strongest empress

Nian Ranran was shocked when he looked at the strong man walking away carrying a pot of tea.

Nan Xiao, who was hinted by Nian Ranran's eyes, also looked solemn at this time.

He turned out to be a cultivator in the Dao Palace realm, comparable to those on the third floor of the Red Building.

The uneasiness in my heart is getting stronger and stronger.

To be exact, from the moment Nan Xiao entered this village, she noticed something unusual.

Nowadays, a waiter who looks at the ledger can control Shenhong, plus Shi Dade, this place is really weird.

A strong man from the secret realm of the Dao Palace was found in a small teahouse, let alone other places.

In addition, just the mention by the old man surnamed Pang of the Riyou Shen who once served in the Xuanwu Camp of the Yuhua Shen Dynasty already sent shivers down Nan Xiao's spine.

The flame of revenge has been burning, but Nan Xiao is not ready yet.

She cannot be a moth.

After calming down, Nan Xiao thought for a moment and realized that this place was by no means as simple as a residence.

From the outside, the village looks very peaceful, but it is mostly old people.

This is strange in itself.

Moreover, the spiritual energy here is extremely rich, twice as much as other mountains in Nanling.

How come a paradise like this is not coveted by monsters that have become climate monsters?

Nan Xiao cheered up and looked at this strange village in silence.

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"You two girls, don't listen to that wolf bastard's nonsense. Daqing, please serve the food quickly!"

The old man surnamed Pang looked embarrassed, fearing that the two of them would listen to the words of the strong man Shi Dade and ask the person watching the accounts to hurry up and prepare the dishes for the table.

After a while, delicious food was served.

The three-meat cold dish is full of color, flavor and taste. The presentation is exquisite and the cooking method is unique.

Nan Xiao and Nian Ranran, who had let Feng Dian sleep in the open for more than a month, were salivating and their eyes were shining with gold.

After thanking Daqing for the dish, Nan Xiao and Nian Ranran immediately started gobbling it up.

Thinly sliced ​​chicken and single-stemmed shiitake mushrooms, garnished with scattered green onions, add a refreshing aroma.

The pork knuckle is fat but not greasy, and is marinated just right. After one bite, it turns into a warm current, and the aroma of sauce and meat dance on the tip of the tongue.

What they praised most was the large pot of charcoal grilled lamb chops.

The oil splashed out and collided with the red-hot charcoal fire, causing it to tingle.

Daqing, the accountant, waiter and chef, stood in front of the table, carefully sprinkling cumin and various condiments on the meat dishes.

Nan Xiao picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of the hot lamb chops. Her lips and teeth were filled with fragrance. It was extremely delicious!

Nian Ranran would throw a few pieces of chicken to the big black pig lying outside from time to time.

During the process, Nian Ranran was so happy that she even wanted to give some chopsticks to the pork knuckle.

If Nan Xiao hadn't stopped him, the big black pig might have been able to eat the same kind that had become braised.

The old man surnamed Pang only drank half a cup of tea, and a large plate of lamb chops, braised pig's feet and other meals were finished by two people and one pig.

After dinner and tea, Mr. Pang led the way again, taking Nan Xiao and Nian Ranran back to the courtyard where he lived. The yard occupies a fairly small area, and the house is low-hanging and has signs of repairs.

Although the style is old, the overall look is very neat.

It's a pity that the old man lives alone. It's not a good thing that the house is too big. On the contrary, it makes the deserted place even more sad.

After Nan Xiao tied the big black pig outside the courtyard wall and told him not to cause trouble, he took Nian Ranran into the mansion.

"Two girls, thank you for your willingness to help me. As long as I can get out of the sea of ​​suffering and step into practice, I will definitely tell you everything I know!"

The old man's body was already stooped, and when he bent over like this, he looked even shorter.

"Old man, why do you have to practice? You are old, and opening up the sea of ​​suffering is gradual. If you insist on opening up the sea of ​​suffering, it is very likely that the water of the sea of ​​suffering will further erode the wheel of life, and your longevity may not be Increase, but decrease." Nan Xiao asked in a low voice.

Nian Ranran also nodded. She also came from Dongtian Paradise, so she naturally knew about Alisma.

"I will die on the battlefield too."

Pang Lao was still bent over, his lips were pursed tightly, and there were tears in his cloudy eyes.

"Okay." Nian Ranran agreed first.

The old man finally stopped bending over, tears were falling from his eyes, but he was smiling.

Looking at Nan Xiao and Nian Ranran who were puzzled, the old man smiled and sighed: "Old man, I have been confused all my life. I have been a coward for most of my life. I have sent away several generations of people. I am really tired of it."

He caressed the crutch with both hands, his cloudy eyes were full of kindness, and his hoarse voice was loud again.

"Do you know why this village is called Wangri Township?"

Nan Xiao and Nian Ranran shook their heads repeatedly.

"Hundreds of years ago, someone once held up the sun of the divine dynasty here."

The old man began to feel sad and talked about the past.

A scroll is slowly unfolding.

"This story begins a long time ago."

Although the voice of the old man surnamed Pang is hoarse, it has a strange magical power.

Time has made the old man vicissitudes of life, so there are some deep impressions in the old man's voice.

The historical scrolls contain the aftertaste of the turbulent years and the world, which is fascinating.

"We are not residents of the star Beidou. Our ancestral star is Ziwei. Tens of thousands of years ago, the emperor of the Yuhua Dynasty came to the universe. Our ancestors came to Beidou in admiration and only wanted to see the emperor. Later, our ancestors successfully met the emperor. He also received the imperial edict to guard the country's gate for the Divine Dynasty, and has been stationed in Nanling since then."

"But there is the Demon Emperor's Palace in Nanling! Those demon beasts are already uniquely blessed, and coupled with the extraordinary inheritance, it would be difficult for the ancestors to compete with those demon beasts. If those demon beasts hadn't worried about the Feathered Emperor at that time, We dare not make any move while we are still alive, otherwise we would have been exterminated long ago. However, the emperor’s lifespan also has an end!”

The old man's expression suddenly became complicated and he clenched his fists. However, his mood changed so quickly that Nan Xiao and the other two did not notice it.

"The ancestors died early in the battle, and the emperor finally collapsed. Although the divine dynasty is not on the verge of collapse, its power is no longer what it used to be. I don't know what the senior officials of the Yuhua divine dynasty thought, but they actually gave up on us! We, who were obviously bathed in blood in the battle, were actually beaten by With the brand of Ziwei, I will not be able to practice for the rest of my life! Let alone enter half of Zhongzhou! I can only serve the generals and soldiers who came from the divine dynasty for generations. It was not until the arrival of a general that things turned around."

"Old man, could the soldiers you are talking about be--" Nian Ranran started to get a little nervous at this time.

Pang Lao's voice became deeper, as if he was thinking about something. Finally, he stood up and closed the doors and windows of the house tightly before continuing to speak: "Well, the soldiers guarding Wangri Village now are the Gods of Days sent by the gods to drive away Tengu. This kind of big monster. However, people here call him Taoist Lord Tuntian."

Suddenly, the old man surnamed Pang covered his face and cried, choked with sobs in a low voice, and said at the top of his voice: "His arrival will force Wangri Xiang to the end of his life."