Rebirth of Waste Materials Against the World

The building of the City Lord's Mansion is not magnificent, but rather antique. It is surrounded by rockery lakes, dotted with pavilions, and shaded by trees. There is no noisy discussion, only soft-spoken young monks sitting around and discussing.

The atmosphere was very peaceful. Maybe the city lord hadn't shown up yet, so everyone was talking about their own things, and they were enjoying themselves.

Chen Luo casually found a remote pavilion and sat down, while Wu Yuechao and others went to the central location, where someone was making tea and seemed to be talking about the tea ceremony, which was very suitable for young people like Wu Yuechao to show off their elegance.

Not long after Chen Luo sat down, a young monk walked in holding a guqin.

The young monk was very polite and looked like a weak scholar. He nodded slightly in greeting to Chenluo, then sat down and started to tune the strings, which made a crisp tinkling sound and a pleasant sound.

After a while, the sound of the piano sounded leisurely like water, sometimes as slow as a flowing spring, sometimes as fast as a waterfall, sometimes as clear and crisp as beads falling on a jade plate, and sometimes as low as a whisper.

The sound of the piano is euphemistic and continuous, like a mountain spring winding from a deep valley and flowing slowly.

It must be said that this young monk's piano skills are very good, and his melodious voice is deeply rooted in people's hearts, attracting many monks to stop.

But she has not yet understood the way of the piano. Although the sound of the piano can kill people with a slight change, it is still far from the masters of the piano that she saw in her previous life.

After listening to the song, Chen Luo found a quiet place to sit. The small pavilion was already crowded with people just now.

Just when Chen Luo was a little disappointed and ready to go back, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. She looked at the place where everyone's eyes were gathered, and there a middle-aged man with a strong aura walked out. There was also a stunning beauty beside him.

, each one comes, like a divine moon hanging high in the sky, full of brilliance, but the face is hazy, making it difficult to see the appearance.

Although the face could not be seen, the eyes of many young monks were fixed on this woman, and they could not take their eyes away. The woman had fragrant skin and a beautiful body. She was wearing a white gauze, and she looked like a fairy descending from the earth.

Wu Yuechao couldn't move his eyes away. Even Lin Yuechu, the beauty of Mishima, couldn't compare to the beauty of the woman in front of him. Her noble aura, hazy sense of mystery, and soft waist. The mist lingering around her body made it harder to see.

The pure appearance makes people hope and want to see the appearance.

"I thought it was just a rumor, but I didn't expect Saint Zhixi to really return to Zhongtong City. Oh my god. I finally got a glimpse of Saint Zhixi!"

Someone beside Chen Luo was sighing in a low voice, as if they were willing to let him die immediately.

Chen Luo was shocked when he heard this name.

"Zhixi!"

It turns out she is Zhixi!

When she was in the fairy world in her previous life, she heard this name more than once. Most of them came from Liu Sijue. At that time, Liu Sijue was already a Da Luo Jinxian and joined a force in the fairy world. He was in charge of many soldiers and generals and was trusted by the immortal king.

At that time, the woman named Zhixi who was as famous as Liu Sijue was both under the Immortal Lord and was called the Immortal Lord's right-hand man.

At first she admired such a woman. Zhixi, like Liu Sijue, had great ambition and strength.

Even Liu Sijue praised it at the beginning. "Zhixi and I have the same aspirations. A hundred years from now, the pattern of the west will definitely be in our hands."

At that time, she only knew that Liu Sijue and Zhi Xi were plotting something together. Thinking about it now, they must have joined forces to betray the people above them.

I didn't expect to be able to see Zhixi today. She is also the saint of Wangxian Pavilion, which is tied for first place with the Cangming Sect. The fate is really interesting. Who would have thought that this beautiful woman in front of me would become the overlord of the fairy world in a few hundred years.

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Ambition? Congeniality?

I don’t know if Liu Sijue will stay with this saint again to plot against others in this life.

The Liu family has space spiritual weapons, so Liu Sijue is definitely not dead. It would be really interesting if he also came to the Ditian Continent.

The city lord walked in front and said a few words that stirred Chen Luo's mind.

It turns out that the saint is the daughter of the city lord. She returned from Wangxian Pavilion today and brought a few friends over to discuss Taoism with everyone.

And later, the Dapeng King, Peacock King and other great powers and high-level alchemists will come.

It's good. I didn't come here in vain today. Not only did I see the saint Zhixi, but I also saw the great powers and alchemists from the Ditian Continent. It was much better than the boring Cangming Sect. Chen Luo thought to himself.

She came to see the fun, and although she was a little curious and interested in Zhixi, she really didn't take it to heart.

Her start in this life is different, and she will not be as ordinary as in her previous life. And no matter how amazing and talented Zhixi is, she is only the saint of Wangxian Pavilion now, and is not yet the influential figure in the fairy world who gives orders to others.

But she knew that the younger generation of capable people was emerging in large numbers, and if she wanted to stand at the top, she would sooner or later have to fight against the Sons and Saints, but now was not the time to show her face.

Her thoughts were turning over and over again, which made her want to improve her strength as soon as possible. She also had actual battles in the past few days and insights from previous lives. Another purpose of her coming out this time was to overcome the tribulation, and she was preparing to attack two levels in succession.

Her natural calamity would undoubtedly be terrible. In order to prevent the unknown big shots in the sect from guessing something and causing unnecessary trouble, she found an excuse.

Chen Luo stood in the corner and watched with cold eyes. Young talents crowded around Zhixi, but Zhixi's voice seemed very kind, without the slightest hint of displeasure. Her voice was ethereal, spreading like ripples, and contained the aura of the great road.

machine.

Seeing Wu Yuechao squeezing in the front, he was ready to hand over the folding fan in his hand. It was a high-level spiritual weapon, and he usually held it in his hand like a treasure.

It seemed that Wu Yuechao was really interested in Zhixi. He would not refuse anyone who came to Zhixi and politely thanked him. Chenluo's lips curled up, and it was a good decision to let Wu Yuechao follow her into the sect. I guess it would be the same for Saint Zhixi's friends later.

Her admirer, given Wu Yuechao's unyielding and unrelenting playboy personality, might have a good time watching this.

More than an hour passed, but the person who was supposed to come had not come yet. Chen Luo was a little bored and stood aside watching the two young monks play chess.

When she subconsciously looked at Saint Zhixi in the field, she found that she and the city lord had left at some point. She scanned the field to see that there was nothing unusual among the people, and then she was ready to turn back and continue watching chess.

At this time, she saw a man in a long robe similar to the dress worn by Saint Zhixi come in at the door. He was handsome and handsome, striding in.

"Could it be the Holy Son of Wangxian Pavilion?" Others also saw this tall, young male cultivator with outstanding temperament.

"Why are the clothes a little messy and stained with dust?" Someone looked at the messy hair and clothes of the man at the door and whispered.

After the man came in, he glanced inside a few times and then said arrogantly:

"I am Yunhong, the Holy Son of Wangxian Pavilion. Someone set an ambush on our way here. The Peacock King has been poisoned. Several of my other friends are still there. Which of you has powerful spiritual weapons, elixirs, etc.?

Borrowing it is a favor that I, the Holy Son of Wangxian Pavilion, Yunhong, owe you!"

"We were actually ambushed? The Mauryan King has been killed? Who is so capable!"

"No wonder he is messy, it turns out he was fighting with someone!"

Everyone was chattering, and many people had the idea of ​​handing the magic weapon to Yun Hong. As long as they could be on good terms with the Holy Son, even giving a spiritual weapon was nothing.

"Hurry up, I'm going to kill those bastards!" Yun Hong urged anxiously and irritably.

So many people sent spiritual weapons, elixirs, talismans, etc. up there, thinking with joy that it was such an honor to be able to make friends with the Holy Son of Wangxian Pavilion!

After a while, Yun Hong had a lot of spiritual weapons in his hands. He roared twice more, and when no one brought anything more, he hurriedly said goodbye and left.

During this process, Chen Luo laughed heartily in his heart. He was probably the only person who could use the Holy Son to deceive people and behave so righteously.

Unexpectedly, he was also from the Ditian Continent. The old liar who had a very good relationship with her in the fairy world had helped him act in many scenes. His actions when he entered the house were so vulgar to the core - rubbing mud on his neck that he was confirmed.

He is undoubtedly an old liar.

With so many people deceived, the old liar has been complacent for a while. Moreover, these people who take the initiative to send things are all greedy. Otherwise, why would they send things in exchange for a favor from the Holy Son?

The old liar left, and Chen Luo followed him out. Other monks also chased him out, but within a few breaths, no one could be seen.

Many monks knew immediately that they had been deceived and complained one after another. The city lord's face was ugly when he came out. Someone actually did such a thing under his eyes. He really didn't take it seriously.

But what made him even more angry was that the messenger talisman he had just received showed that the Holy Son and the others had indeed been ambushed. Several Holy Sons and Saints were slightly injured, the Peacock King had been killed, and the Dapeng King had been slightly injured. Now the real pursuer

One of them, the others are dead, but their identities cannot be traced.

Obviously, the person who pretended to be the Holy Son Yunhong today was not the one who set up an ambush, otherwise he would not have come to rob these spiritual weapons at this time. But this was all stepping on the face of the Lord of Zhongtong City, and even the one behind her

Zhixi's breath was cold.

A good thing that won people's hearts has actually been messed up like this. If he finds out who is causing the trouble, he will definitely have their muscles and bones peeled off, so that they will never be reincarnated!

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"Infinite Heavenly Lord, you little girl, why do you keep following the old Taoist?"

A slovenly old Taoist looked righteous, clasped his hands, recited a Taoist scripture, and looked at the woman with heroic features who stood in front of him and followed him.

"It's nothing. Just call me next time something like this happens. Together, we will be able to trick the saint's son and saint, and sweep away the Emperor Tian Continent!"

"You kid, what are you talking nonsense about? Do you think the old Taoist is that kind of person? Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, don't follow the old Taoist. The old Taoist wants to go to the convenience. It's not suitable for a girl like you." The old Taoist still had a face full of justice.

But his two eyes kept looking at the girl, not knowing what he was thinking. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest support.

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