This is true, it is not a singularity. Many people have seen it. Some people have evidence of physical evidence, and the Beggars' Gang's propaganda attack has been launched, which has given the Heluo Gang the face.

Taking advantage of this excitement, Lei Ye, Lang Monk and Zhang Tugou also began to organize the matters of the Central Plains Martial Arts Conference. With the help of the Beggars' Sect, the invitation from the Heroes Association was soon posted everywhere in the world.

The size and reputation of the Heluo Gang are still a little smaller.

The hero conference they wanted to host was also a real martial arts conference. The martial arts conference was held once every ten years.

The last time was in the twenty years of Zhengding, and the next time it was to be done, four or five years later.

Master Lei took advantage of this loophole.

He also sent the invitation to Wulong Villa, Jinling, and four other top sects to see if he could invite top experts from the world to take charge, so as to add some good materials to the Central Plains Martial Arts Conference.

Just half a month later, in this hero club, the place of Guangdong, Guangxi, Quanzhou, a long-planned thing is no longer about the storm.

It has entered its final execution phase.

Quanzhou, it can be said that it was once the most prosperous place in the world.

When the sea route was not cut off by the kamikaze, the first stop of the caravans coming from the sea was mostly Quanzhou.

The prosperity of the city at that time was beyond imagination for people elsewhere.

Even though the sea routes have been cut off now, there are still caravans of various colors in Quanzhou port, coming from other places near the sea to conduct bulk commercial interactions in Quanzhou.

It is still the most prosperous place in Guangdong and Guangxi.

Quanzhou merchants all have a lot of money. In this era, when you have money, you have to help the countryside, do some good deeds, and make a name for yourself. This Quanzhou city is naturally very generous.

It was even more prosperous than Luoyang and Suzhou, and before the gods were cut off from the sea, there were foreign merchants who settled here when Quanzhou was rich and stable.

Some places in this city and some buildings from outside the territory.

For example, Tianshou Pavilion, Dome Temple, etc., have added some extraterritorial style to this wealthy city.

The world's top spot, Liu Zhuoran, was resting in an inn in Quanzhou City at this time.

He returned from Xiaoxiang and wanted to go home to check it out.

His family was originally in Nanhai, Guangdong, and was once a famous local family. But a few years ago, when Jianjun first entered the world, he became a little trouble and caused his family.

The ancestral home was raided and burned by bandits. Although Liu Zhuoran rushed there in time and there were no casualties in his family, the incident that day scared the Liu family.

After that, he moved out of the South China Sea and traveled to Quanzhou countryside, living in anonymous place.

Jianjun has learned from his mistakes and has become much more cautious since then.

"After seeing my family, I should go back to Penglai to see how good my master has been recently."

Liu Zhuoran stood at the window and looked at the bustling street market below. It was noon, and it was a very lively time of the day.

In the past, he didn't like this noise very much.

Since he was found in Penglai when he was a child and accepted as his apprentice by Donglingjun, Jianjun spent his youth in Penglai.

He was stained with a trace of his master's character and got used to the quietness of Penglai. He felt a little resistant to this world.

It’s not that people who practice immortals look down on the living beings in the world.

But I am used to the silence all over my body and my heart is quiet. When I face the lively world again, I feel a little bored.

And uneasy.

Master said that the long world is all kinds of temptations.

Wealth, lust, wealth, and monsters are like poisons in the world. Once it is contaminated, there will be no peace in the heart.

Without tranquility, the heart towards Tao will no longer be pure.

If you lose your heart for Taoism, the path of cultivation of immortals will be difficult to go further.

This is why Liu Zhuoran is always out of place with this world.

He was always a little alienated from the people of the martial arts world. In addition to his own nature, he also integrated into it because of his own initiative to resist.

It seems that we want to be careful to separate the world from the world, so as to avoid the chaos in the world and the heart of Taoism.

He is not a simple martial artist.

He has been a clear-headed person since childhood and is a truly talented and intelligent person.

In the words of immortal cultivators, it means that spiritual energy is overflowing, and it is a peerless unforgettable jade, which is a good material for immortal cultivating.

He also saw the scene of the immortal family with his own eyes. Even though the spiritual energy has been extinct for a thousand years, the road to seeking immortals and asking for Taoism has long been cut off.

In this era, no matter how good you practice, you cannot escape from the mortal world.

But whether it can be done is the same thing.

Whether to do it or not is another matter.

Compared to the prosperity of the world, Liu Zhuoran is actually more willing to stay in Penglai Mountains and find the tranquility in his heart, not be invaded by external things, and not be confused by the outside world.

He wants to walk on his own path of cultivation, never get entangled in resentment for life, and move forward ever since.

Just holding the spiritual sword and following the Penglai rules, he had to go down the mountain to experience the world for more than ten years.

Just like the green flowers in Kunlun Fairy Pool, it is necessary to cleanse the hearts of the world. All immortal sects have such rules.

Just as Buddhism says.

If you want to let go, you have to pick it up first, at least you have seen it with your own eyes?

"I traveled to the North Sea and the evening of Cangwu, and the green snake in my sleeves was full of gallbladder. I didn't recognize anyone who entered Yueyang three times, so I sang and flew across Dongting Lake..."

Liu Zhuoran chanted softly.

It is said to be a poem left by a senior who has achieved success in his practice a thousand years ago. The ethereal and heroic spirit in the poem really makes people yearn for it.

pity...

"I was born in the wrong era."

Jianjun sighed, then closed the windows to prevent outside sounds from coming into the room.

He patted the Lingxu sword box on his hand, hoping to carefully study the Penglai Sword Classic in order to achieve another breakthrough in swordsmanship.

Just as I sat cross-legged on the bed, a shopkeeper brought exquisite food and hot water to cleanse my hands and cleanse my face before eating.

"Liu Daxia, this is the Yicheng sent by the Haisha Gang outside the city."

The waiter bent his waist, put a basin of clean water on the wooden rack, and also brought a towel on it, with a flattering smile on his face and said to Liu Zhuoran:

"They knew that Liu Daxia didn't like to make noise, but they didn't dare to disturb him. They just gave delicious food, saying that they were making a connection. These were all fresh foods in the sea, so Liu Daxia would eat them while it was hot."

After saying that, the waiter retreated.

Liu Zhuoran sighed and shook his head.

He knew that Quanzhou Haisha Gang was a local second-rate gang, which was similar in nature to the Heluo Gang, and it was a bit superficial to do some business.

But no matter how powerful or force is, they are far inferior to the Heluo Gang, which dominated Luoyang and controlled the Central Plains.

It’s just that the other person’s kindness is not easy for Jianjun to refuse.

Besides, since the early morning, I have indeed not yet entered the water and rice, and I am a little hungry.

This is no longer an era of spiritual energy. It is already a legendary thing to sleep in the open and fast for many years. Practicing martial arts every day requires nutritional supply.

Even at the realm of his master Donglingjun, he still needs to eat and drink some food every day.

However, Jian Jun was very alert. It took him more than a year or two to enter the world. He also knew all kinds of evil ways in the world, and he had experienced them repeatedly.

There are so many villains who want to step on his head and get on the front, and all kinds of conspiracies emerge one after another.

Jianjun took a needle made of jade from his waist and checked it on all kinds of dishes on the table. It was not poisonous, so he cleaned his hands with the basin.

Before washing hands, you also use a needle to identify toxins and test it in water.

After everything was right, he sat at the table and picked up the bamboo chopsticks.

Just after eating 70% full, I stopped chopsticks.

Although the food is good, it is also a temptation.

After half a stick of incense, the waiter came in to clean up the dishes just now. He looked at Jianjun who was sitting cross-legged on the bed and closing his eyes to cultivate.

He said:

"Xia Liu, does this dish taste good? Are you full?"

"Um?"

Liu Zhuoran opened his eyes in confusion.

He gently held the sword box beside him and looked at the waiter with a flattering smile. He didn't have so much of what he said yesterday.

He felt something was not very good.

The waiter stood up straight and reached out to touch his face gently. When the black hair fell, Shen Lan's charming face was revealed.

She looked at Liu Zhuoran with a hint of coldness in her eyes.

The black true energy overflowed from the fingers, rolled in the palm, and finally wrapped around the fingertips. It was very evil. While the black energy swung, Shen Lan said coldly:
Chapter completed!