Chapter 1919
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The chosen one.
The content behind these four short words is enough to make the monks of different races outside the gate of Nantian fall into infinite joy and madness.
Therefore, with the high voice of the monk like a bamboo pole, a lot of fanatical eyes lit up in the eyes of these monks one after another. If there were not many monks around, I'm afraid there would have been some people who were excited and cheered.
However, the excited and unbearable mood still appeared on the faces of these monks. They clenched their fists. What's more, they subconsciously stepped forward to try to get closer to the Nanxian gate in front of them.
It is true that few people can keep calm in the face of a big chance. The young man in the royal guards also forgot the news from the old man in the north and stared at the front with his eyes burning. He was eager to try.
Next, under the Nanxian gate of the Xianting site, the hoarse voice of the bamboo figure continues to spread
"Ladies and gentlemen, after I count the number of monks in the holy court, you can directly follow me to enter the Nanxian gate."
After that, the shadow of the bamboo pole once again scanned the lower circle, looking at all kinds of friars in front of him. The color of disdain hidden in his eyes was more intense.
After a few breaths, when the monk, like a bamboo pole, saw the monk in charge of counting at the rear of the team, nodded his head and confirmed, he turned around, waved his hand and roared:
"Enter the fairy court!"
After the roar, a riot broke out outside Nanxian gate, and then the whole team began to move forward.
"Once again, we emphasize that the site of the immortal palace is a holy place. All things are holy things and should not be touched or talked about at will. If there is any disrespect, the spirits of the violators will be destroyed and there will be no transcendence in the eternal life."
The cold and hoarse voice continued to ring, which made these surging monks calm a little.
Then, along the semi open Nanxian gate, the group gradually stepped into the ruins of the fairy palace.
It has to be said that the towering gate of Nanxian gives these friars an indescribable visual impact.
Then the young man in royal guards held out his hand and held the arm of the old man in purple beside him
"Niang Le, is this the legendary Nanxian gate? It's so grand, so grand!"
The young man's behavior surprised the old man in purple and said:
"Why, don't you worry that I'm from Daxia in the north?"
"Mr. old man, as the saying goes, golden scales are not things in the pool. Once we enter this door, we all ascend to heaven step by step. Since we are all celestial beings, we don't care where the laborers come from."
The young man in the Royal Guards was quite confident in his words. Then he suddenly threw his sleeves and his face became more confident. He continued to say:
"It's said that in the age of the fairy palace, there was a difference between the immortals. Once God was in the immortal class, it was necessary to give up every bit of the world. No matter where the old man came from, it didn't matter at this time."
As soon as he said this, the old man in purple, who was walking along with the crowd, showed a little smile on his face, stroked his beard on his chest and said:
"You are changing your mind quickly."
"The old man doesn't know something. It's a rare chance to be in taixuan. Now he's the chosen one. If he's still hesitant and submissive, isn't it too mean?"
After that, the young man glanced at the old man next to him, and then learned the latter's appearance. He put his hand behind his back and looked like an old God.
Then he continued to move forward, as if thinking of something, and the voice continued to spread:
"Old man, what do you want to do most after you return to your hometown?"
After the voice of doubt came out, the old man's eyes were purplish, and suddenly there was a bit of confusion.
This trace of confusion, as if with a very long time of heavy, and for the elderly at this time, that period of time, far away from now.
It was so far away that it was difficult to summarize it in a simple time. Therefore, it was only after more than ten breaths that the old man regained his mind and murmured:
"I don't know why my longing, agitation and palpitation have all disappeared. I think I will eat a bowl of noodles with my grandmother at the entrance of the village. I don't want to know that this grandmother's grandmother is the girl I used to like."
In the face of the old man's ambiguous words, the young friars around him did not understand too much.
However, his attention was obviously focused on what the old man said. Then, with a voice of surprise and exaggeration, he heard directly:
"Just a bowl of noodles? Old man, it's not easy for you to become a celestial immortal. When you return to your hometown, you just want to eat bowl noodles?
"That's too shabby. At that time, we were immortals. Immortals, alas, can't be satisfied with just a bowl of noodles because the world is small and the pattern is big?"
After that, the young man raised his hands and opened them to the outside. With a longing voice, he continued to spread the following words:
"If I become the immortal in the legend, I will go back to my mother's house for the first time, including those running dogs and accomplices.
"Then I will strengthen the family and make it the leading force in the whole county, respected and worshiped by countless people."
Perhaps the more he said, the more energetic and excited he was, the more he continued to appear on the young people's faces. It is worth mentioning that the Nanxian gate was so huge that it took these monks hundreds of breath to cross the gate.
Then the scene behind the South Gate of heaven began to appear in the eyes of the friars at the front. At the same time, the voice of the old man in purple sounded in the young man's ear
"Boy, if you become an immortal in the sky, one is to stand out for your mother, and the other is to revitalize your family. These are all human feelings, but have you ever thought about what to do for the common people in the world?"
The young man's smiling face was stunned. Then the old man next to him raised his hand and patted the old man on the shoulder. The old man's gentle voice rang out
"If you want to be an immortal, it is not as simple as you think. An immortal does not mean unrestrained and carefree detachment. Heaven and earth are fair, and an immortal has his own mission.
"Ability is accompanied by responsibility. Being a son naturally means to stand out for the mother, while being a member of the family is also within the responsibility of revitalizing the family. But you might as well think about it. Once you are in the immortal class, what is the responsibility of the immortal?"
"Here, here?"
In the face of the old man's question, the young friar could not answer at all. He could only stammer.
Finally, the young man looked at the figure of the old man who was walking in front of him. Next breath, an old and gentle voice came from the front, with countless helplessness
"It's said that people can't enjoy themselves until they die. Isn't it true for celestial immortals?"
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The chosen one.
The content behind these four short words is enough to make the monks of different races outside the gate of Nantian fall into infinite joy and madness.
Therefore, with the high voice of the monk like a bamboo pole, a lot of fanatical eyes lit up in the eyes of these monks one after another. If there were not many monks around, I'm afraid there would have been some people who were excited and cheered.
However, the excited and unbearable mood still appeared on the faces of these monks. They clenched their fists. What's more, they subconsciously stepped forward to try to get closer to the Nanxian gate in front of them.
It is true that few people can keep calm in the face of a big chance. The young man in the royal guards also forgot the news from the old man in the north and stared at the front with his eyes burning. He was eager to try.
Next, under the Nanxian gate of the Xianting site, the hoarse voice of the bamboo figure continues to spread
"Ladies and gentlemen, after I count the number of monks in the holy court, you can directly follow me to enter the Nanxian gate."
After that, the shadow of the bamboo pole once again scanned the lower circle, looking at all kinds of friars in front of him. The color of disdain hidden in his eyes was more intense.
After a few breaths, when the monk, like a bamboo pole, saw the monk in charge of counting at the rear of the team, nodded his head and confirmed, he turned around, waved his hand and roared:
"Enter the fairy court!"
After the roar, a riot broke out outside Nanxian gate, and then the whole team began to move forward.
"Once again, we emphasize that the site of the immortal palace is a holy place. All things are holy things and should not be touched or talked about at will. If there is any disrespect, the spirits of the violators will be destroyed and there will be no transcendence in the eternal life."
The cold and hoarse voice continued to ring, which made these surging monks calm a little.
Then, along the semi open Nanxian gate, the group gradually stepped into the ruins of the fairy palace.
It has to be said that the towering gate of Nanxian gives these friars an indescribable visual impact.
Then the young man in royal guards held out his hand and held the arm of the old man in purple beside him
"Niang Le, is this the legendary Nanxian gate? It's so grand, so grand!"
The young man's behavior surprised the old man in purple and said:
"Why, don't you worry that I'm from Daxia in the north?"
"Mr. old man, as the saying goes, golden scales are not things in the pool. Once we enter this door, we all ascend to heaven step by step. Since we are all celestial beings, we don't care where the laborers come from."
The young man in the Royal Guards was quite confident in his words. Then he suddenly threw his sleeves and his face became more confident. He continued to say:
"It's said that in the age of the fairy palace, there was a difference between the immortals. Once God was in the immortal class, it was necessary to give up every bit of the world. No matter where the old man came from, it didn't matter at this time."
As soon as he said this, the old man in purple, who was walking along with the crowd, showed a little smile on his face, stroked his beard on his chest and said:
"You are changing your mind quickly."
"The old man doesn't know something. It's a rare chance to be in taixuan. Now he's the chosen one. If he's still hesitant and submissive, isn't it too mean?"
After that, the young man glanced at the old man next to him, and then learned the latter's appearance. He put his hand behind his back and looked like an old God.
Then he continued to move forward, as if thinking of something, and the voice continued to spread:
"Old man, what do you want to do most after you return to your hometown?"
After the voice of doubt came out, the old man's eyes were purplish, and suddenly there was a bit of confusion.
This trace of confusion, as if with a very long time of heavy, and for the elderly at this time, that period of time, far away from now.
It was so far away that it was difficult to summarize it in a simple time. Therefore, it was only after more than ten breaths that the old man regained his mind and murmured:
"I don't know why my longing, agitation and palpitation have all disappeared. I think I will eat a bowl of noodles with my grandmother at the entrance of the village. I don't want to know that this grandmother's grandmother is the girl I used to like."
In the face of the old man's ambiguous words, the young friars around him did not understand too much.
However, his attention was obviously focused on what the old man said. Then, with a voice of surprise and exaggeration, he heard directly:
"Just a bowl of noodles? Old man, it's not easy for you to become a celestial immortal. When you return to your hometown, you just want to eat bowl noodles?
"That's too shabby. At that time, we were immortals. Immortals, alas, can't be satisfied with just a bowl of noodles because the world is small and the pattern is big?"
After that, the young man raised his hands and opened them to the outside. With a longing voice, he continued to spread the following words:
"If I become the immortal in the legend, I will go back to my mother's house for the first time, including those running dogs and accomplices.
"Then I will strengthen the family and make it the leading force in the whole county, respected and worshiped by countless people."
Perhaps the more he said, the more energetic and excited he was, the more he continued to appear on the young people's faces. It is worth mentioning that the Nanxian gate was so huge that it took these monks hundreds of breath to cross the gate.
Then the scene behind the South Gate of heaven began to appear in the eyes of the friars at the front. At the same time, the voice of the old man in purple sounded in the young man's ear
"Boy, if you become an immortal in the sky, one is to stand out for your mother, and the other is to revitalize your family. These are all human feelings, but have you ever thought about what to do for the common people in the world?"
The young man's smiling face was stunned. Then the old man next to him raised his hand and patted the old man on the shoulder. The old man's gentle voice rang out
"If you want to be an immortal, it is not as simple as you think. An immortal does not mean unrestrained and carefree detachment. Heaven and earth are fair, and an immortal has his own mission.
"Ability is accompanied by responsibility. Being a son naturally means to stand out for the mother, while being a member of the family is also within the responsibility of revitalizing the family. But you might as well think about it. Once you are in the immortal class, what is the responsibility of the immortal?"
"Here, here?"
In the face of the old man's question, the young friar could not answer at all. He could only stammer.
Finally, the young man looked at the figure of the old man who was walking in front of him. Next breath, an old and gentle voice came from the front, with countless helplessness
"It's said that people can't enjoy themselves until they die. Isn't it true for celestial immortals?"
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The chosen one.The content behind these four short words is enough to make the monks of different races outside the gate of Nantian fall into infinite joy and madness.Therefore, with the high voice of the monk like a bamboo pole, a lot of fanatical eyes lit up in the eyes of these monks one after another. If there were not many monks around, I'm afraid there would have been some people who were excited and cheered.However, the excited and unbearable mood still appeared on the faces of these monks. They clenched their fists. What's more, they subconsciously stepped forward to try to get closer to the Nanxian gate in front of them.It is true that few people can keep calm in the face of a big chance. The young man in the royal guards also forgot the news from the old man in the north and stared at the front with his eyes burning. He was eager to try.Next, under the Nanxian gate of the Xianting site, the hoarse voice of the bamboo figure continues to spread"Ladies and gentlemen, after I count the number of monks in the holy court, you can directly follow me to enter the Nanxian gate."After that, the shadow of the bamboo pole once again scanned the lower circle, looking at all kinds of friars in front of him. The color of disdain hidden in his eyes was more intense.After a few breaths, when the monk, like a bamboo pole, saw the monk in charge of counting at the rear of the team, nodded his head and confirmed, he turned around, waved his hand and roared:"Enter the fairy court!"After the roar, a riot broke out outside Nanxian gate, and then the whole team began to move forward."Once again, we emphasize that the site of the immortal palace is a holy place. All things are holy things and should not be touched or talked about at will. If there is any disrespect, the spirits of the violators will be destroyed and there will be no transcendence in the eternal life."The cold and hoarse voice continued to ring, which made these surging monks calm a little.Then, along the semi open Nanxian gate, the group gradually stepped into the ruins of the fairy palace.It has to be said that the towering gate of Nanxian gives these friars an indescribable visual impact.Then the young man in royal guards held out his hand and held the arm of the old man in purple beside him"Niang Le, is this the legendary Nanxian gate? It's so grand, so grand!"The young man's behavior surprised the old man in purple and said:"Why, don't you worry that I'm from Daxia in the north?""Mr. old man, as the saying goes, golden scales are not things in the pool. Once we enter this door, we all ascend to heaven step by step. Since we are all celestial beings, we don't care where the laborers come from."The young man in the Royal Guards was quite confident in his words. Then he suddenly threw his sleeves and his face became more confident. He continued to say:"It's said that in the age of the fairy palace, there was a difference between the immortals. Once God was in the immortal class, it was necessary to give up every bit of the world. No matter where the old man came from, it didn't matter at this time."As soon as he said this, the old man in purple, who was walking along with the crowd, showed a little smile on his face, stroked his beard on his chest and said:"You are changing your mind quickly.""The old man doesn't know something. It's a rare chance to be in taixuan. Now he's the chosen one. If he's still hesitant and submissive, isn't it too mean?"After that, the young man glanced at the old man next to him, and then learned the latter's appearance. He put his hand behind his back and looked like an old God.Then he continued to move forward, as if thinking of something, and the voice continued to spread:"Old man, what do you want to do most after you return to your hometown?"After the voice of doubt came out, the old man's eyes were purplish, and suddenly there was a bit of confusion.This trace of confusion, as if with a very long time of heavy, and for the elderly at this time, that period of time, far away from now.It was so far away that it was difficult to summarize it in a simple time. Therefore, it was only after more than ten breaths that the old man regained his mind and murmured:"I don't know why my longing, agitation and palpitation have all disappeared. I think I will eat a bowl of noodles with my grandmother at the entrance of the village. I don't want to know that this grandmother's grandmother is the girl I used to like."In the face of the old man's ambiguous words, the young friars around him did not understand too much.However, his attention was obviously focused on what the old man said. Then, with a voice of surprise and exaggeration, he heard directly:"Just a bowl of noodles? Old man, it's not easy for you to become a celestial immortal. When you return to your hometown, you just want to eat bowl noodles?"That's too shabby. At that time, we were immortals. Immortals, alas, can't be satisfied with just a bowl of noodles because the world is small and the pattern is big?"After that, the young man raised his hands and opened them to the outside. With a longing voice, he continued to spread the following words:"If I become the immortal in the legend, I will go back to my mother's house for the first time, including those running dogs and accomplices."Then I will strengthen the family and make it the leading force in the whole county, respected and worshiped by countless people."Perhaps the more he said, the more energetic and excited he was, the more he continued to appear on the young people's faces. It is worth mentioning that the Nanxian gate was so huge that it took these monks hundreds of breath to cross the gate.Then the scene behind the South Gate of heaven began to appear in the eyes of the friars at the front. At the same time, the voice of the old man in purple sounded in the young man's ear"Boy, if you become an immortal in the sky, one is to stand out for your mother, and the other is to revitalize your family. These are all human feelings, but have you ever thought about what to do for the common people in the world?"The young man's smiling face was stunned. Then the old man next to him raised his hand and patted the old man on the shoulder. The old man's gentle voice rang out"If you want to be an immortal, it is not as simple as you think. An immortal does not mean unrestrained and carefree detachment. Heaven and earth are fair, and an immortal has his own mission."Ability is accompanied by responsibility. Being a son naturally means to stand out for the mother, while being a member of the family is also within the responsibility of revitalizing the family. But you might as well think about it. Once you are in the immortal class, what is the responsibility of the immortal?""Here, here?"In the face of the old man's question, the young friar could not answer at all. He could only stammer.Finally, the young man looked at the figure of the old man who was walking in front of him. Next breath, an old and gentle voice came from the front, with countless helplessness"It's said that people can't enjoy themselves until they die. Isn't it true for celestial immortals?"www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
