Chapter 314 Tiangong, chance?

When the dream woke up, Jiu Chenjun looked at the distant sky, motionless, sighed for a long time, and turned back into the canyon.

Pack up your bags and hide your favorite Taoyuan Monster Talk in your arms. After everything was sorted out, Jiuchenjun walked to Taoyuan Village.

The village and the canyon are separated by the wilderness. This wilderness is not very big. You can return to Taoyuan after riding a fast horse for half a day. However, Jiu Chenjun walked slowly without showing his secret skills. He walked for three days and three nights.

"I've thought about it for three days and three nights, have you ever figured it out?"

Sixteen mountains are clearly visible, and there are only two or three hundred steps left from Taoyuan Village. An Bochen asked Jiu Chenjun with a gloomy face.

"I don't understand, I really don't understand." Jiu Chenjun looked up to the sky and sighed.

He thought hard all the way and spent three days and three nights without getting anything. He really couldn't figure out why the Taoyuan elders wanted to hide the truth of the nine rounds of secret art. As smart as others, there are few things that can't be figured out. Since you can't figure it out, you have to ask.

It's not just Jiu Chenjun, but also An Bochen beside him.

When the two arrived in Taoyuan, they were already the children of Taoyuan singing and dancing at dusk.

There are paradises outside the world, and there are young and old.

People in Taoyuan have passed away for a long time. Although they are generally talented, they are simple, kind and uncontinuous. For example, the first Wang Feng and Yue Qingqing are the best among people, but they are easily deceived by Uncle Zhao, and deceived by An Bochen's innocent monks. So far, they don't know the truth.

The night was still light, and a bonfire had been raised in the plain at the foot of the mountain. The flames lit up, reflecting the faces of the people around them red, and everyone was smiling, like a festival. This is the night of Taoyuan. As long as you finish your homework, any kind of children can come to the foot of the mountain for dinner, dance and sing around the bonfire. During this period, there will also be elders to participate and have fun together. This scene was a little familiar, but it reminded An Bochen of the villages in the southern wilderness, those simple and straightforward wasteland people. Jiuchenjun has been trapped in the witch temple for so many years. The reason why he has not been driven crazy may also be related to the barren. Seeing things and thinking about people, wandering out of the wild people, singing and dancing, more or less reminds him of the former Taoyuan Village.

As usual, after a few temporary programs, everyone stopped laughing and was preparing for dinner.

At this time, a figure came from a distance with the moonlight. The children of Taoyuan Village turned their heads and calmed down at the same time.

No one expected that Jiu Chenjun would appear here. Although he was nominally a contemporary disciple of Taoyuan, no one regarded him as an ordinary disciple, whether he was a Taoyuan son or an elder. In terms of identity, although he is not as good as those highly valued elders, he is comparable to the middle-aged deacons. In everyone's impression, he never participated in this evening banquet. Most of the time, he would rather meditates alone on the top of the mountain than sit with everyone.

For a moment, the Taoyuan children present were a little at a loss, and they didn't know whether they were embarrassed or flattered.

"Wang Bin!"

A beautiful girl stood up from the crowd. She greeted Jiu Chenjun with a smile, and the girls next to her cast envious glances at her.

"Your fiancee is also generous and decent."

Looking at the girl who relieved the siege for everyone, An Bochen said with a smile.

Jiu Chenjun ignored An Bochen. He nodded to the girl, but did not smile. He glanced at the girl quickly and glanced at the crowd.

The girl was slightly lost, and the smile on her face was a little stiff, but she still held on, which made An Bochen shake his head.

The mountains under the night were quiet. As Jiu Chenjun's face became more and more solemn, the atmosphere gradually became depressing, and even the bonfire seemed to stop shaking.

"Gentlemen."

After sweeping through the crowd, Jiu Chenjun suddenly said loudly, "I'm here today to announce something."

The tense atmosphere was a little relaxed, and there was a buzzing talk from the crowd. The young children all looked at Jiu Chenjun curiously, with reverence and admiration in their eyes. Jiu Chenjun's figure was extremely tall at this moment, and he was not inferior to the sixteen mountains. Only the elders who attended the banquet looked strange and frowned.

"This matter is about everyone, the future of my paradise, and the truth of the secret art. We all think that the realm of secret art is only seven rounds, but in fact, it's a big mistake, secret..."

As soon as he said the beginning, Jiu Chenjun stopped abruptly.

He opened his mouth wide and squirmed his lips, but somehow, he couldn't make a sound. At this moment, he lost his voice.

Countless puzzled eyes pricked on his face, and Jiu Chenjun's face showed an anxious face. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound. Before long, the crowd buzzed, and the children of Taoyuan whispered and talked one after another. When they looked at Jiu Chenjun, there was a little more sarcasm and mockery in their eyes.

For the first time in his life, Jiu Chenjun only felt extremely embarrassed. His face was hot and red, and he didn't know whether he was angry or embarrassed.

"The first Wang Bin, the patriarch will see you."

Just as Jiu Chenjun was about to go crazy, an elder stood up from the crowd, looked at him mockingly, and whispered.

This is not only a step down, but also a warning.

He looked at the elder coldly. In the complicated eyes of the crowd, Jiu Chenjun's face stiffened and he also walked towards the central mountain.

"What's the matter?" An Bochen sighed softly.

"Since it is the truth, it should be made public. Since we have nine rounds of secret arts, why can't we tell the truth? Jiu Chenjun said with no expression on his face.

"I can't see that you are a cold-faced and warm-hearted person."

With a smile, An Bochen whispered, "I don't want to be with the weak, and I want everyone to know the truth that I should have known. I'm really a contradictory person."

A lonely genius like Jiu Chenjun is often so contradictory that others can't understand it.

The ministers exchanged only with their eyes, and they haven't been able to negotiate for a long time.

"You just dreamed of the so-called Heavenly Court in your dream. When you saw Huabiao, you came here to talk nonsense?"

A red-haired elder looked up and down at Jiu Chenjun and smiled coldly: "It is said that you are a genius, but I think it's an exaggeration. Today, you look like a fool."

In the face of the elder's sarcasm, Jiu Chenjun showed no weakness and turned his eyes and said, "That's not a dream."

"Idiot talks about dreams!" Another elder said sarcastically.

Jiu Chenjun was too lazy to talk to them. He closed his eyes and turned a deaf ear.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the two elders' faces immediately changed, from sarcasm to worry, and shook their heads silently.

"The elders are still making the last efforts to persuade Jiu Chenjun. However, Jiu Chenjun did not appreciate it at all and exposed his stubbornness... Why didn't Jiu Chenjun lie at that time?

Standing at the door, under the night of Shanlan, An Bochen looked at the hall with a stiff atmosphere and was in a complicated mood.

More than a hundred years ago, Jiu Chenjun and Jiu Chenjun in the witch temple were completely two people. One was tough and stubborn, and the other was extremely cunning. The only thing that was the same was perhaps the loneliness that had never disappeared in his bones.

"What the elders are most afraid of is not the truth of the nine-round secret art, but the fear of exposing the heavenly palace. Today's Jiu Chenjun didn't expect this, but he didn't find it until he fled to the southern wilderness in the future. If he did not turn against the elders at this time, but secretly looked for the location of the Heavenly Palace..."

As soon as his heart moved, An Bochen stood on the top of the mountain and looked down at the whole Taoyuan Village. His face gradually appeared with excitement: "Is my chance the heavenly palace? The heaven is disordered, the order does not exist, and the immortals left in a hurry. There must be many treasures that have not been taken away, otherwise they would not have been thinking about here after many years. There are countless treasures in the legendary Heavenly Palace. It is said that eating one grain can make people soar in the day, and a sip can live a long life with heaven. If I can find the legendary elixir, I may be able to replenish my vitality and re-form the cycle of the week!"

Although An Bochen is also a monk, compared with the immortals in history, he is like heaven and earth. Da Kuang's elixir is useless. The elixir obtained from Tiantaibai Mountain in Xuande Cave has little effect, but the elixir refined by real immortals in Tiangong will definitely have a miraculous effect. Compared with day and night hard practice, swallowing the elixir is a shortcut.

Although it's a little obvious, how can you know whether it's right or not if you don't try it?

"Where are the three gods of water, fire and wind?"

An Bochen shouted in a low voice.

When I was young, three strange lights flew from afar. In an instant, three gods appeared outside the hall on the top of the mountain.

"Jushi, is this scene going well?" The Water God glanced at the hall and said with a smile.

"It's sloppy." An Bochen didn't want to talk, so he went straight to the topic: "Do the three gods know the Heavenly Palace?"

Hearing the words, the three gods were stunned at the same time. The water god and the wind god nodded, and the fire god showed hesitation.

"So, please ask the two gods to run errands for Benjushi and inspect the inside and outside of Taoyuan Village to see if there are any signs left by the ancient heavenly palace?" He arched his hands towards the Water God and the Wind God, An Bochen said.

The Water God Jun saw An Bochen's serious face and knew that the matter was important. He was not a mother-in-law. He and Fengshenjun said that he did not dare and turned away.

"The Jushi... What does that fire do?" After the second god of feng shui left, the god of fire scratched his head and asked unwillingly.

Smiling, An Bochen turned his head to the hall: "You stay here and continue to watch the scene with me."

An Bochen's voice fell, and a sigh came from the hall: "You're right. Indeed, there are nine rounds of secret art."

The speaker is a black-haired old man, wearing the most simple clothes, but sitting in the center, which is the patriarch of Taoyuan today.

When Jiu Chenjun heard the words, his eyelids moved slightly, but he still went his own way and ignored it.

"However, this matter is about a secret. If this secret is leaked, the consequences will be unimaginable." The old patriarch is in harmony with the airway.

"Is the secret you talking about my Taoyuan?" Seeing that the old patriarchs put down their bodies, Jiu Chenjun was also embarrassed to continue to grow up.

"It's also true." The old patriarch muttered.

"Well, in this case, why do you hide it from us?" Jiuchen is unyielding.

His last words finally made the old patriarch lose patience with all the elders. Since it is a secret, naturally no one can know it. What else is there to say about such a stubbornness.

"From now on, you can stay here to practice." The old patriarch waved his hand, and a deep sleepiness floated between his eyebrows.

Jiu Chenjun was stunned and was about to say something. At this moment, the sky suddenly shook...

"Shi, the time has come." The Vhuo shen jun outside the hall was suddenly shocked and said quickly.

It's time...

After chewing twice, An Bochen woke up and looked at the hall. Everyone, including Jiu Chenjun, was like a wood carving, like a puppet, standing motionless and maintaining the movement of the previous moment.

"You take good care of this place for me. In case Jiu Chenjun wakes up, he will immediately recall Shuifeng Ershenjun to join hands to subdue."

After two words to the Fire God, An Bochen turned around and jumped down from the top of the mountain...