Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 502 The Blessing of All People

More than ten days later, Cao Wei and three other people were seen walking out of the museum arm-in-arm with their naked clothes, as if they were old friends for many years.

"How come time flies by so fast?" Cao Wei said as if it were years.

"The new Xiangjuns from Magnolia Hall are really extraordinary." Wan Shiqun sighed.

"This harp plays very well!" Cao Wei nodded and said.

"Guan Xiao also played well." Bai Yun said with an afterthought look on his face.

As they spoke, the three of them chuckled a few times, and then started laughing wildly.

Seeing the three of them looking so dissolute, the monks nearby couldn't help but quicken their pace, looking like they couldn't bear to look at them.

Upon seeing this scene, Cao Wei and others laughed even more unscrupulously and walked into the street.

At this time, a ten-year-old girl in a yellow shirt not far away whispered to the old man beside her: "Grandpa, a monk also imitates others and goes to a brothel. How is this inappropriate?"

"Be careful, it's rare to see something strange!" the old man said in a deep voice.

As soon as the three people met, they were about to walk in the direction of Haoran Academy.

And Yi Wenxuan jumped into the air, landed on top of Yinlong's head, and chased after him.

"Fellow Daoist Overcoming Suffering, why are you here?" Cao Wei asked with a smile.

As soon as they saw the visitor, Wan Shiqun from Songfeng Academy greeted him: "Junior brother, why don't you come down quickly and apologize to Brother Cao?"

The next moment, the golden light seemed to hit something in the air, dissipating into nothingness, and then a burst of light and shadow distorted on the spot, revealing Tuoba Zhiyun's figure.

"Brother Wan, do you believe it?" Cao Wei asked.

It involves the distribution of interests among all parties and the right to speak for the next two hundred and forty years. If all parties want to compete for a larger share, they can only do it in a real way.

Seeing this, Cao Wei chuckled lightly, and the dry and glorious Qi rushed toward him like a horse, lingering around him dozens of feet away.

"That's fine!" Yi Wenxuan nodded and said.

While speaking, Cao Wei suddenly took action, flicked his finger, and a little golden light shot into the air.

Then he said to Wei Wujiu and Bingzheng: "Senior brothers, wait a moment while I go to meet fellow Taoist Wenxuan."

"It seems like you haven't seen the young monk's majestic appearance in the museum before? I think you are all jealous." Bai Yun said with a smile.

"I don't believe it unless Wan Mou sees it with his own eyes." Wan Shiqun shook his head repeatedly.

When people were in mid-air, they saw two startling rainbows flying out of a teahouse not far from the city. They were Wei Wujiu and Bingzheng.

"Why, Brother Tuoba is also from Songfeng Academy, Brother Wan? It seems that Cao is in the dark." Cao Wei said slowly.

What can't be obtained by strength, it is definitely impossible to get from talking in harmony and laughter.

As he spoke, he took his granddaughter and walked towards the distance with a little more haste.

Immediately afterwards, a sword light shot up into the sky, and in a moment, the storm surged, turning into a silver dragon hundreds of feet long, and rushed towards Cao Wei with bared teeth and claws.

As he spoke, he sneered, walked away, and rose into the air.

As soon as he said this, Cao Wei shouted loudly: "The little girl is right, this monk has six impure roots. Not only does he go to a brothel to find love, but he also marries a wife and has children outside. He has harmed countless young people like you. Madam, this is a master disciple of Wu Nian Temple. If you encounter him in the future, avoid him, otherwise you will lose your innocence in three to five breaths."

Hearing this, the man took off his bamboo hat, looked up at the sound, and responded concisely: "Exactly!"

As soon as he saw this scene, Cao Wei flicked his sleeves, and the black and white auras of dryness and glory swept out from his body. In an instant, he trapped the silver dragon inside, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get out.

While the three of them were laughing and talking, a Buddha's call came from afar: "Amitabha."

After doing this in an understatement, he looked down at the middle-aged monk standing on the long street, and asked with a smile through the voice: "But Taoist friend Wenxuan of the Dongzhou Yi family?"

As soon as he said these words, the silver dragon that was originally trapped in the air of withered glory suddenly roared, and the billowing air of black ice surged out from its body, and a violent storm and snow suddenly rose between the sky and the earth.

"Then Junior Brother will not be polite!" Cao Wei nodded lightly.

"Wen Xuan is a descendant who has been painstakingly cultivated by the Great Monk Yi Xing. He is a sword cultivator just like Uncle Wanxiang. You have to be careful. If you need us to help, it's okay!" Wei Wu Jiu said slowly.

Immediately afterwards, a white light escaped from Cao Wei's Hundred Turns of Rong and condensed into a silver dragon again.

Hearing this, Tuoba Zhiyun floated down, walked to Cao Wei, and bowed slightly: "It was Tuoba Menglang earlier. He thought he was having a baby, so he sat in a well and looked at the sky. I hope fellow Taoist Lingyan won't be surprised!"

But since the other party has already taken action, there is no need to say anything else. If you defeat him first, you will naturally know the reason.

However, what Cao Wei is confused about is that Wen Xuan is also one of the thirty-seven golden elixirs in Chongwu Domain who have survived from the Sihai Palace group. Does the other party think that he is a soft persimmon?

"After all, this place is the city under the name of Haoran Academy. People come and go here. If we fight, we will inevitably hurt innocent people. How about changing places?" Cao Wei said slowly.

After saying that, he galloped away into the distance.

But at this moment, a middle-aged monk in black clothes wearing a bamboo hat flicked the sword grid on his waist with his thumb, and a sonorous and clear sound suddenly sounded in all directions.

The Nascent Soul of the Dongzhou Yi family was very particular about taking action. He warned with the sound of his sword before taking action, so Cao Wei did not become angry.

After all, Nascent Soul cultivators from all sides fight against each other, which is also the historical practice of the Chongwu Domain Conference.

"Senior brother, next time I will wear a hood instead of going out to have fun with my head bare." Bai Yun said slowly.

I saw an old monk walking out from the corner of the street. He took a step forward and came to Cao Wei and the other three people.

"If the poor monk hadn't come, I'm afraid that the temple's tens of thousands of years of reputation would be destroyed today." Du Ku sighed, clasping his hands together.

"Brother Cao, you are slandering me. What do you mean by three or five breaths? A young monk needs at least one or two hours, right?" Bai Yun shook his head lightly.

Hearing this, the old man rushed into the crowd with his granddaughter.

The next moment, within a radius of hundreds of miles of the city, dozens of figures flew out one after another. Judging from their appearance, they were the new and old Nascent Soul Lords of each sect.

With a rich look on her face, Xiaguang looked at the direction the two were leaving and couldn't help but wonder: "Are all young people today so impulsive?"

As he spoke, he flew towards a beautiful lady with a graceful figure not far away, and asked with a smile: "Yu'er, is it possible that this time your Dongzhou will overtake the North? It's just that this guy Wen Xuan is probably looking for someone." You’re the wrong person, Xuan Hong is not easy to mess with!”

Hearing this, the Yuan Ying ancestor of Cuiqin Palace named Yu Ji waved her hands with disgust on her face: "Who are you? This palace master doesn't know a fat person like you!"

As soon as he said these words, Wan Huafei came forward and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, your words have hurt my senior brother's heart! Didn't he go to Dongzhou to visit you earlier?"

"Wanhua, do you dare to say that this guy didn't think of me after being rejected by the old nun and the old bustard first?" Yu Ji sneered.

As soon as he said these words, a lady in palace clothes with natural charm floated over, waving her fan gently, rolled her eyes, and said in a sinister way: "Hey, how can a guy who steals his sister's husband be so shameless? No wonder Sister Qin Ji was angry to death by you and fell under the catastrophe."

"Oh, there are outsiders here. Madams, please give me some face. Let's go home and quarrel again!" Xiaguang stepped forward and sandwiched himself between the two of them.

However, this Patriarch Yu Ji of Cuiqin Palace pushed Xia Guang away, looked coldly at True Lord Caihua of Hehuan Sect, and snorted softly: "Sister Caiyi is a miserable person, if it weren't for a certain If an old bustard is causing trouble, she will not die in depression. Xuan Ying, do you think so?" As soon as these words were said, the two Nascent Soul Lords both looked at a nun with a delicate face in the distance. .

"Amitabha, benefactors of Yuji, benefactors of Caihua, and poor nuns have already escaped into Buddhism. They no longer have any love in the world, and they have no worries!" Xuan Ying said with her hands clasped together.

Upon hearing this, Yuji and Caihua looked at each other and spoke in perfect agreement.

"You still escaped into the void!"

"No more love!"

"Yu Ji, who do you think is the person who seduced someone else's husband under the Buddha's throne?"

"And he screamed so loudly."

"I can't compare."

"It's not that shameless."

"That's right!"

Going back and forth, Xuan Ying took a deep breath, then took off her nun hat, threw it to Zhenjun Xuannan beside her, and said in a calm tone: "Senior brother, let me return to secular life first!"

"Junior sister, don't break the rules of anger. Fellow Taoists Yu Ji and Caihua have made it clear that they want to anger you!" Zhenjun Xuannan said slowly.

"Junior sister will naturally wake up!" Xuan Ying said slowly.

As she spoke, a head of black hair sprouted from her originally bald head, adding a bit of beauty to her delicate appearance, and then she flew towards Yu Ji, Caihua, Xiaguang and others with a smile on her face.

Upon seeing this scene, Xiaguang quickly pushed Wanhua down and asked for help: "Junior brother, help him stop her first!"

Hearing this, Zhenjun Wanhua couldn't help but shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands: "Come on, I can't stop them. These three are here again. Women are trouble. Senior brother, you can just live with it. This junior brother can help Not too busy!"

As soon as he said these words, he turned into a breeze and appeared next to True Lord Ying Chen of Yunfu Sect.

The next moment, the three beauties suddenly took action, flicking their long sleeves, and the spiritual light turned into horses and collided in one place, creating a layer of colorful ripples in the air above the city, spreading in all directions.

Then I saw three frightening rainbows rushing towards the sky.

Seeing this, Xiaguang hurriedly followed.

"How long do you think Taoist Brother Xiaguang can hold on?" Zhenjun Yingchen asked calmly.

"According to past practice, these three sisters-in-law will definitely target the senior brother in the end. He hit hard, and he feels bad for himself, so he can only be beaten. I guess it can last for a quarter of an hour at most?" Wanhua said with some uncertainty.

"I think so. That's why I say you shouldn't find someone who is too strong when marrying or taking concubines. Aren't you guys restless at home? How can the blessing of being together be so easy to enjoy?" Ying Chen nodded and said.

"How can outsiders understand the joy in this?" Wanhua said with a smile.

"If you don't watch Xuan Hong, what if he loses?" Ying Chen asked.

Upon hearing this, Wan Hua shook his head slightly: "Even though the sword cultivator defeated an ordinary monk of the same level by three points, do you think Xuan Hong is an ordinary Nascent Soul? Not to mention that Wen Xuan is still in the early stage!"

As soon as he said these words, Ying Chen's expression changed slightly, while Wanhua nodded with a smile.

"Your sect is full of talented people!" True Lord Ying Chen praised.

As he spoke, over an uninhabited mountain range thousands of miles away, there was already a scene of winter, with snowflakes transformed by sword energy falling from the sky.

And in the wind and snow, the silver dragon, which was already scarred, was biting towards Cao Wei with its bloody mouth.

In front of this behemoth, Cao Wei did not sacrifice his natal spiritual treasure, nor did he use the magic form. He only removed the magic power to maintain his normal eight-foot height, revealing the eight-nine-foot spiritual body of a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and then used his bare hands to He desperately grabbed the silver dragon's two column-like fangs.

Under the collision of the opponent's force, one dragon and one man fell from the sky and hit the icebergs and snow ridges below.

In an instant, the snowflakes all over the mountain turned into sword rays and shot towards Cao Wei, leaving dense wounds on his body.

However, the wound recovered in the blink of an eye and no blood spilled out.

The next moment, Cao Wei roared angrily and crushed a hill with one foot. Then the muscles of his arms suddenly rose like a horned dragon. With a sudden force, he grabbed the hundreds of feet long silver dragon and smashed it back and forth. After ten rounds, two deep pits were made.

Then he swung the silver dragon in a circle and threw it into the air.

After doing this, Cao Wei clapped his hands lightly and said slowly: "Fellow Taoist Wenxuan, if you want to be serious, then Cao will accompany you to the end, so that I can see what the great monk Yixing has left for you. What kind of wealth has been lost!"

"No need, Yi is no match for Brother Cao." Yi Wenxuan said slowly.

"Then why did Brother Wenxuan seek trouble for Cao in the first place? Is it because I look easy to bully?" Cao Wei transformed into an ordinary height, and then casually put on a big cloak.

Hearing this, Yi Wenxuan shook his head slightly: "Not to mention in our Chongwu domain, even in other large cultivation areas, except for the more than two hundred great monks now, which Taoist friend dares to say that Cao Is my brother easy to bully?"

"Why is that?" Cao Wei asked calmly.

"My ancestor once accepted a favor from someone, and now he wants me to pay it back, so what can I do?" Yi Wenxuan said slowly.

"Just to test my background? Fellow Taoist, I'm afraid I haven't fully done it yet, right?" Cao Wei combed his somewhat messy hair and said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Yi Wenxuan smiled and said: "Is it possible that because of this small favor, I asked Yi to die?"

As he spoke, the silver dragon wailed, then dispersed, turning into a silver-scale flying sword with dim aura, and fell into his hand.

Then Yi Wenxuan said: "Brother Cao, look at how my white dragon has become like this. It can be regarded as an explanation to the other party. Brother Cao doesn't need to ask who it is, because I don't know the other party's details. Now. He secretly manipulated me, a descendant of the Yi family, and handed the ancestral token to me, and it was absolutely true!"

As soon as he said these words, Cao Wei and all the Nascent Soul cultivators present turned over their hands and took out a jade talisman that transmitted sounds from thousands of miles away.

I saw the jade talisman spirit shining brightly, and from it came the extremely impatient voice of the great monk Yuexuan: "The Chongwu Conference is about to be held, why are you all missing? Two hours later, who will be late? , bear the consequences at your own risk!”

As soon as he said this, Cao Wei showed a strange look on his face and asked Yi Wenxuan in front of him: "Why is it that the great monk Yuexuan is in charge this time?"

"Isn't it the great monk Yunhai, the master of your sect?" Yi Wenxuan asked.

As for the Nascent Soul monks from Zhongzhou, including Songfeng Academy, their expressions changed greatly, and they dispersed like birds and beasts, heading towards the nearest teleportation formation one by one.

These Nascent Soul Lords planned to go back to the sect first, ask for the sect's belongings, and then rush to Haoran Academy to participate in the conference. They were afraid that the great monk Yuexuan, who had little life left, would take them away in one fell swoop.

Upon seeing this scene, Cao Wei and the others couldn't help but sneered, and then rushed towards Haoran Academy in twos and threes.

As for the last glow, he touched the bright red palm print on his face, looked at the three graceful back figures in front of him, and gritted his teeth and said: "It's outrageous. In a few days, and in a few more days, you will be forced to kneel down. beg for mercy!"

"What did you say?" Yu Ji looked back with crooked eyebrows.

Seeing this, Xiaguang smiled and said: "Nothing, the three ladies are waiting for me!"

(End of this chapter)