Fu Canglu

Chapter 404 Thirteen Leaves, Ancient Sword of Immortal Monument

There are fairy mountains in the South China Sea.

The mountains are in the midst of nothingness.

The islands in the South China Sea stand tall, scattered and floating outside the Central Plains. Because they are close to the Central Plains, the rules are the same, but they are full of vitality and immortal energy.

The Master Chess Master of South China Sea is the youngest great practitioner among the previous generation.

Chess Saint Hua Shengju is one person.

Countless masters of chess have tried their best to join the sect of Zhongwei Peak, so that they can get a glimpse of the true meaning of chess in this life.

Why?

There are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine avenues, all of which can lead to the sky.

In the Central Plains, life is short, birth, old age, sickness and death, at most no more than a hundred years.

The Nanhai immortal qi infiltrates the heart and soul, and can prolong life. Even mortals who have never practiced can live an extra sixty years without worry and labor as long as they have a peaceful mind.

In ancient times, those great practitioners who studied the way of chess dedicated their lives to nineteen ways of black and white. Especially during the years of war, they could only sell their talents and learning to the emperor's family, and lived in seclusion behind the scenes of the palace. On the chessboard, winners and losers are determined, one side prospers and the other dies. A chess master who regards the world as the chessboard will be the master of a country if he wins, and the world will respect him.

The older a person is, the better he is at everything. If he is lucky enough not to die, he will inevitably be imprisoned, or useless.

So far no more thoughts.

Except for the end of a chess game.

It's just trying to survive in the world alone.

Master Chess Master is a great practitioner who is truly detached from the outside world. Even today's Qi, Liang and Northern Wei have to give him face.

If Master Chess Master wants to take away a great chess master with no cultivation level and bring him back to Zhongwei Peak, no one will have the idea of ​​blocking it.

The Great Chess Master of Subjugation is willing to join Zhongwei Peak's sect.

He was confined to the South China Sea all his life and never left his home.

Over the years, the rules have been like this, and people's hearts have been like this.

The few great chess masters in Fengting City didn't care about face at the reception, they fought so much because of the presence of Nanhaimen people, they hoped to get a sustenance for the rest of their lives.

The South China Sea is the holy land of chess.

No one knows how many subjugated players who should have died under the erosion of the years in the final peak of the South China Sea, after being brought back by the chess master, practiced chess day and night devoutly.

The South China Sea is also a place of immortality for practitioners.

Fairy fate, fortune.

Among the five evildoers in the world, the Bodhisattva, the Northern Immortal, the Eastern Monarch, and the Western Demon, have all left more or less amazing achievements in the Central Plains.

But only Senior Brother Nanhai Daotai, known as the Southern Sage, never stayed behind.

That Daotai senior brother seems to have never stepped out of the South China Sea in his life.

But no one questioned his monstrous status.

Just sitting alone on the final peak of the South China Sea, living alone on the first-class peak in the world.

Dong Jun once said frankly that if he was in the middle of the South China Sea, on Zhongwei Peak, this dao-born evildoer would be truly invincible in the world.

Zhongwei Peak in the South China Sea, the main peak is Zhongwei, and there are eighteen sub-peaks in a row.

Fufeng Mountain.

Fufeng Mountain is the fairy mountain closest to the main peak Zhongwei Peak among the eighteen peaks in the South China Sea.

Riding on the wind, it soars ninety thousand miles.

This is the place where the evildoer born in the South Sea lived and practiced.

Ye Shisan sat under an ancient tree on the top of Fufeng Mountain, squinting his eyes lazily. The strong wind on the top of the mountain blew two strands of hair from his temples and his loose purple Taoist robe.

Ye Shisan liked this feeling very much.

The world's strong wind enters my sleeve robe, and the world's wind flows into my eyes.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, with an undignified posture, with one hand resting on his knees and the other resting his chin, the purple air between his brows swirled like a glint, like an amber, shining brightly, making him look like an immortal Wangyou in the sky.

In this great world, there are several great practitioners with "immortal" temperament.

Ye Xiaolou, the personal disciple of the sword master from the sword mound, has white hair like frost and a handsome appearance, but in terms of face, he is a living immortal walking out of a splash-ink painting.

There is also that Dong Jun with a fluttering bone robe, his temperament tends to be cold-blooded, unkind, disregarding the world, not caring about the common people, not looking at ghosts and gods, he is also a wonderful fairy.

Then there is Li Changge, who has the title of "Northern Immortal" among the five evildoers. He is dressed in white and plain onyx, with a sickly sword bone.

In fact, in the end, how can a real evildoer be a commoner?

Bodhisattvas in the East, the West, the North, and the South, are either holy Buddhas, banished immortals, or great demons. Even Yi Xiao, who later became a monster, also has the title of "Lotus Immortal", which is inevitably tainted with the word fairy.

It's just that Ye Shisan's temperament is said to be Wangyou Immortal, but not all.

This Nankai Taoist was crowned with the title of a "Nansheng" great practitioner, not Nanxian, Nantianren.

His "holy" is more like a breeze in his sleeves, with no desires or desires.

Avenue to Jane.

The avenue is holy.

He sat on Fufeng Mountain, the strong wind from the zenith gathered towards him, swarmed towards the inside of his Taoist robe, and swarmed towards the center of his eyebrows.

Because he wanted to.

As long as he thinks, it's not just the strong wind in the sky.

There are also clouds on the top of Zhongwei Peak, every ancient tree on the mountain, every grass at the bottom of the mountain, and even every drop of water within a radius of ten miles, and every breeze that comes from breathing.

Will do whatever he wants.

This is the Tao tire.

This is why Dongjun said that Ye Shisan could not lose in the South China Sea.

Because as long as Ye Shisan wanted it, he could have it.

As long as you want it, you can have it.

Do whatever you want and do whatever you want.

A person who does whatever he wants naturally cannot lose.

On the top of Fufeng Mountain, there is only one tree.

An old tree that has lived for a long time.

This old tree is rooted on the top of Fufeng Mountain, no matter how windy the sky is, it stands firm and unshakable.

This is a dead tree.

To be precise, there are very few leaves.

The trunk of the entire old tree seemed to be struck by lightning, and it was pitch black, like shiny black iron. It was already incredible that the leaves grew on the wooden trunk struck by lightning.

There are thirteen leaves in total.

Each leaf is slender and long, and the bright red color is like flowing fire.

No flowers and no fruit.

Ye Shisan was sitting under this weird iron tree, with his hands on his knees, with a soft smile on his face, looking out of sight at the top of Fufeng Mountain.

In the distance is the blue sky of the South China Sea, which is in line with the surging white tide of the sea.

On the line between the sea and the sky, there are seabirds crossing the sky.

"Big Brother."

A clear female voice came from behind.

Ye Shisan didn't look back, the voice of the woman behind her was heard at a low level, because she was sitting in a wheelchair and had limited mobility, and she needed someone to push the wheelchair to travel.

For the past few days, Ye Shisan has been sitting on the top of Fufeng Mountain to practice.

It was done by another person.

"All the invitations have been sent out, and Li Changge is the only one who has not responded to my mind reading." The girl in the yellow shirt on the wheelchair had a gentle voice, which was rare and refreshing.

She said slowly: "Those who received the invitation, except for the lukewarm big monsters, everyone else has made it clear that they will definitely come to the South China Sea. The Northern Wei Dynasty should come to a big man from the hall and bring some young geniuses, Qi Liang The situation is similar to that of the Northern Wei Dynasty, after all, it is not a battle between temples, but grabbing some luck will not affect the fate of the country."

Ye Shisan laughed softly, "Aren't Yi Shaoran and Yan Xiaoqi coming?"

Young master Xiaotao shook his head: "Probably not coming, these two people are on the verge of breaking through. The few evildoers in the world today, those who have broken through the ninth rank will undoubtedly come to observe the Liuxian Monument. If these two people If one person breaks through successfully and the other fails, I'm afraid it will affect the north-south structure."

Ye Shisan nodded, and said, "There should be more young people in the north and the south. They can't be the same group as they were more than ten years ago."

The girl in the yellow shirt lowered her eyebrows slightly, and said: "Yes, all the quasi-monsters in the world should not be absent."

Ye Shisan asked indifferently: "Has Zhong Er received a guest?"

"Just received it, the first batch of visitors are from Holy Island."

Young Master Xiaotao's expression was a bit complicated, and he said softly: "Four quasi-monsters have come to the holy island, and it seems that they are still planning to ask for a fairy fate from the immortal stele."

Ye Shisan laughed out loud, "Where are they waiting now?"

Young master Xiaotao hadn't spoken yet, but the man pushing the wheelchair spoke.

"It's just under Fufeng Mountain, I can't stop it."

Ye Shisan turned his head and saw the face of the man pushing the wheelchair as expected. It looked like a simple middle-aged man's face, but in fact, there were at least a dozen faces like this on Zhongwei Peak. The body is cut open to the bones, and the inside is made of rough nanmu, which is the most inferior product in the puppet way.

Zhong Er's puppet way requires a lot of effort and energy.

Fortunately, with the blessing of the little junior sister's mind-reading, coupled with Ye Shisan's own talent to communicate with the world, the mental energy consumption of the puppet Tao can be replenished in time, and the vitality is endless.

Ye Shisan smiled and said: "If you want to keep the immortal stele, yes, let them come up."

On the top of Fufeng Mountain.

Ye Shisan looked at the four visitors from the holy island, two men and two women, and he was worthy of Zhong Er's evaluation of them as "quasi-monsters".

"There are still ten days before the date on the invitation. You are so anxious to come to the South China Sea, just to ask for a fairy fate on the Liuxian Monument?"

Ye Shisan stood up slowly, and the purple Taoist robe was blown up by the top of Fufeng Mountain. The body bones in the robe were slightly thinner, and the huge Taoist robe was repeatedly bumpy.

On the iron tree, thirteen flaming red leaves slowly opened and closed.

There are six holy mountains and holy palaces on the holy island.

Except the Great Bright Palace and the Great Dark Palace.

The remaining four holy mountains and holy palaces are Qingmu Palace, Zidi Palace, Baiyan Palace, and Houtu Palace.

The four young quasi-monsters frowned.

There was a flash of thunder in the daytime, suddenly sounded

That iron tree is still that iron tree.

Ye Shisan was still Ye Shisan.

It's just that Fufeng Mountain under the feet of the four quasi-monsters has changed its appearance at some point.

It is no longer Fufeng Mountain.

Perhaps the tops of each of the eighteen peaks in the South China Sea are like Fufeng Mountain, except for the iron tree, there is nothing else.

It's just that these four quasi-monsters clearly had an idea in their hearts.

I am no longer on the top of Fufeng Mountain.

Ye Shisan smiled and pointed to the sea of ​​clouds behind him: "That's it."

In the sea of ​​clouds, there is a stone tablet looming, as if it is rooted in the high-end of the thousands of miles of clouds.

Monument of Immortals.

It's just that the stele is no longer a complete ancient stele.

A stone tablet was pierced by an ancient sword.

The stele is cracked and the clouds are overflowing.

"Your names are not on the Monument of Immortals, and even if you look at it for 1 years, you won't have the slightest celestial fate." Ye Shisan said softly, "But since you are here, you want to ask for a fairy karma. I will give you fairy fate."

"See that sword?"

He pointed to the ancient sword that pierced through the immortal stele, and said with a smile: "This is the greatest immortal fate."

(End of this chapter)