Chapter 963 The Order of the Saint, Bai Zuyuan
Roll the noodles with chopstick-thick hands, place them in a large celadon flower bowl, pour the thick beef bone soup that has been cooked for five hours, and sprinkle a spoonful of stew on top. The soft and delicious beef cubes, coupled with chopped green onion, coarse salt and spicy pepper, the taste is unparalleled.
Fourteen saints, each holding a bowl——
This is the big event that the Yingsi people talked about.
Just eating beef noodles to fill your stomach is definitely a great event for ordinary people.
But for the saints who have been away from the world for many years and have not been stained by the world, it is somewhat embarrassing. At least the noodle shop owner and his wife stood watching not far away. No matter how they looked at it, they felt incongruous.
Although they don’t know who these people are in front of them, the men are all extremely handsome, with refined temperaments, elegant and indifferent, and their every move has a special charm; the women are all slim and beautiful, with skin like gelatin. Beautiful jade, her eyes are so light that it almost makes people faint.
Such a group of people should not come here to eat beef noodles.
"Although I have been fasting for many years, it is drizzling. Sitting in the bamboo forest on the hill and eating such a bowl of folk beef noodles, I would not trade it for a god!" Li Chunyuan smiled and signaled to everyone: " Please!”
Zhao Tong’er also played with the hair beside her ears and said with a smile: “We are in the deepest sea in the sky. The last time the saints came to the abyss, they stood together and became holy. They became saints for heaven and earth and people. They were transcendent and refined. From now on, they will not be born, old or sick. Their bodies are as real as heaven and earth. They can travel hundreds of thousands of miles in an instant like searching for something in a bag. It is probably a kind of fate. I don’t know what the future holds. If there is no chance to meet again, it would be appropriate to have a bowl of beef noodles together today.”
"Haha..."
Everyone chuckled, holding chopsticks and eating noodles.
Xin Zhuo sat between Zhe Feiyan and Yam, shaking his head, "Graduation Ceremony".
Zhe Feiyan has long hair and sits cross-legged in a flying fairy bun. She is dressed in green and looks extremely capable and handsome. Especially because of her practice of breaking illusions, her eyes are as hazy as smoke and rain after becoming a saint. She looks like a fairy, but she doesn't seem to like it. To eat beef, simply pick it up gently and put it into a Xin Zhuo bowl.
On the side, Yam Yao is dressed in tight black clothes, with long hair in a simple ponytail, and a seven-star Longyuan sword at his waist. He has a brave and heroic appearance, with a pair of blue eyes that are particularly bright, and he picks up the bowl when he sees this. Beef, put into Xin Zhuo bowl.
The bear's paws were like those of an elf, but after becoming a saint, he became more holy and solemn. Seeing the two girls acting like this, he simply put the beef into Xin Zhuo's bowl. Not to mention, he also vomited half of the beef he had eaten in his mouth. Take it out, with some drawing, put it into the Xinzhuo bowl, it is very beautiful.
Cui Ying'er, who is graceful, dignified, and seems to have great power, with a pair of frightening fox eyes, has been staring at Xin Zhuo at the moment, as if she wants to say something, so she simply puts the beef in her mouth. Go.
Then, the four girls were stunned together.
Su Miaojin, with flowers flowing between her brows and a bit of holiness, dressed in red, with a slender waist and an orchid heart, like an orchid in an empty valley, picked up the beef and raised it in the air. It was hard to tell. Whether he wanted to eat by himself or what he wanted to do, he glanced at Xin Zhuo and the fourth daughter.
Xin Zhuo looked at the big bowl of beef piled high with his appetite, and half of it disappeared at once. What does it mean?
"Eh-" Jiang Wuwei's cheeks twitched and he clicked his tongue.
"What are you doing?" Cui Ying'er and Zhe Feiyan said in unison, their eyes cold.
“Hot your mouth!”
Jiang Wuwei looked calm and ate the noodles leisurely. He has always been domineering and unruly. Otherwise, how could he dare to kill so many masters in the same realm? But facing several "Xuanyuan Saints", he didn't dare to be presumptuous, especially the pervert Xin Zhuo.
Jiang Nuying looked at this and that, then smiled and smoothed things over: "Sisters, you are not only my uncle's old friend, but we have also become saints together. You are so polite!"
He blinked and said to Xin Zhuo: "Uncle, if you can't finish eating, you can share some with me."
Xin Zhuo said: "No, I came here specially to eat beef. Thank you for your treat!"
>I feel a little sad in my heart, except for Sai Qingzhu, Ying Jianying and the weakest Qingxuan from Beiming Mansion, all the old friends of the Jiang family are here.
Who would have thought that the "bandit subordinates", "gongzi", "blue-faced confidants", "concubines" and "concubines" who had been in the mirror in the past would all become saints?
Asked casually: "Are you waiting for arrangements?"
"Exactly!"
Bei Ming Mansion Qing Xiao, a slightly loud-mouthed but extremely charming woman, Qing Xuan's senior sister, said seriously: "We will wait for 'Sheng Lin Yuan Qi' to become a true Yuan Saint. , Brother Xin’s entry into the Hunyuan Thunder Tribulation Sage has long been spread throughout the world. Everyone in the world said that we are the strongest human saints. The ancestors and elders above naturally put us last. I heard that Brother Xin has nothing to do. I am staying in this small town temporarily and came here for a while.”
The great disciple of Zeng Kuhai, Si Wuwu, has a round face full of sorrow. It is said that he was born in a peasant family and did not start practicing Buddhism until he was thirty-six years old. The temperament is not consistent with the elegant name "Si Wu Ren" and the cultivation of Zhenyuan Saint. He also said: "It should be today, after this bowl of noodles."
Everyone stopped talking and ate in silence Face.
For a moment, a person flew over from a distance, landed at the foot of the mountain, and walked step by step.
Everyone put down their chopsticks.
Coming!
"Juniors have seen all the saints!"
The man arrived outside the noodle shop, saluted respectfully, and then held up the jade plaque with both hands: "Master Jiang Wuwei received the order, please go to the east for 370,000 yuan." "Huoshuang Cave!"
Huoshuang Cave, a bitter cold place, the frontline of all races!
"Come as soon as you say."
Jiang Wuwei stood up, with a trace of nostalgia on his face. He looked at the sky and sighed softly: "Everyone, take care!"
Even if he You are the son of a deity on the mountain, with a transcendent status and strong strength. However, the three mountains are sealed, and all the tribes do not recognize who you are, and life and death are commonplace.
Everyone stood up one after another and said to each other: "Brother Jiang, take care of me!" "In the coming year, if you inherit Ling Yun's ambition, you will be able to wipe out all races!"
Jiang Wuwei has not loved reading since he was a child, and his education is not high. He writes crooked poems, but he is full of a tragic, heroic spirit that never comes back and an uncompromising pride.
It wasn’t until Jiang Wuwei disappeared from the horizon that everyone sat down in melancholy. However, before they could say a word, someone came again from a distance.
"Brother Wuwu, please go to Baiyun Mountain, which is 410,000 miles to the east!"
Baiyun Mountain is an extremely dangerous place for all races, and there is a narrow escape from death.
Siwuwu, who looked like a country boy, did not say anything for the occasion. He just chuckled, grabbed the sign, and ran straight into the distance, free and easy.
Next are Qing Xiao, Ji Pizong and Li Chunyuan, all of whom are in the most dangerous places ahead.
The fifth person is Yam. Her light blue eyes are a bit sad, and she bows to Xin Zhuo. No one knows what this gift means.
The sixth place was Xiongzhao. There were some tears in her eyes. She clasped her fists at everyone seriously, suddenly grabbed Xin Zhuo's hand, took a bite, and ran straight away.
The seventh and eighth people were Ying Si and Zhao Tong'er. They didn't speak. They just finished the beef noodles without leaving even a drop of soup and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The ninth place is Zhe Feiyan. Before leaving, he looked at Xin Zhuo for a long time and smiled miserably: "Will you remember me?"
Xin Zhuo said softly: "I will always remember it!"
Zhe Feiyan breathed a sigh of relief, as if his worries were settled, he grabbed the sign and ran straight into the distance.
The eleventh and twelfth places were Cui Ying'er and Jiang Nuying. Cui Ying'er didn't say anything, as if she didn't know what to say, but Jiang Nuying had red eyes and whispered: "I am the concubine of my father. My mother died young and no one loved me since I was a child. It was my uncle who taught my niece many principles. My niece is grateful and will never forget her.
I am afraid that my uncle doesn't know. Why do we people come here specifically to see you? Because... we become saints together with you. We know best how terrifying you are at that moment. Your practice is the weirdest, your talent is the highest, your combat power is the strongest, your Good luck.
The elders and ancestors will fight against the masters of all races. If we are all gone, I hope... you can protect this world!"
As he spoke, he turned around with heavy tears, grabbed the jade token, and disappeared into the horizon.
The drizzle is like silk, and the sky and earth are hazy.
Under the awning of the beef noodle restaurant, only Su Miaojin and Xin Zhuo were left.
The mountains and rivers far and near are picturesque.
The beef noodles have cooled down and are covered with a layer of butter.
Xin Zhuo laughed and said, "Has it reached this level?"
"Yes!" Su Miaojin replied softly.
Xin Zhuo looked at her: "It is said that there are saint king level masters and three emperor level masters in the Holy Land Cave Heaven?"
Su Miaojin said: "Yes, but there are more masters from all races."< br>
Xin Zhuo had nothing to say.
Su Miaojin suddenly said seriously: "Actually... although all races are scary, they are far less scary than the human race."
Xin Zhuo asked: "What do you mean?"
Su Miaojin said: "Do you know the three Which part of the Qian Xiao Formation is the most dangerous?"
Xin Zhuo shook his head: "I haven't studied it yet!"
Su Miaojin said: "Anyone who goes to Baizuyuan will die. Wu Sheng, where the ten major ethnic groups gather, there are at least ten masters of alien saints and tens of millions of people from the ten ethnic groups, and they are all weird, terrifying, and extremely bloody aliens!”
"So?"
"The Medical Emperor has caused a lot of trouble. You are his disciple, you are the Hunyuan Sage. Your talent is too terrible.
Your character is destined to be uncontrollable. , it’s hard not to be afraid, and it’s best to send you there.
If you insist, you will be in danger of death! If you don’t, you will be in trouble! Will I be sent to Baizuyuan to die?”
Xin Zhuo chuckled. He had never believed the words of those experts from the mountains and the Holy Land.
Su Miaojin was silent and looked into the distance.
A figure rushed over there quickly, and it turned out to be a pseudo-sage master personally delivering the order. He was extremely polite and smiled: "Xin Sheng, the ancestors have arranged a very ordinary small formation for you. No. It’s very dangerous, you can practice and guard at the same time.”
As he said that, he handed over the jade token with both hands.
Xin Zhuo glanced at it, and there was a line of big words on it:
"Baizuyuan, Xinzhuo, fifty-five thousand miles southwest!"
(End of this chapter)