Tian Yuan

Chapter 1973 He is coming

"Zhang Qiyan."

Chen Qingyuan read out another name, which was a Taoist master from ancient times.

When he first met the Taoist Master, he was still a little Taoist boy in the Taoist temple. Later, he was won over by Chen Qingyuan's 70% sincerity and 30% calculation.

"Xiao Liuzi."

An old friend who likes to make wine, whose strength ranks at the bottom, but whose status is very high. After all, the brothers all want to drink Xiao Liuzi's wine frequently, so how dare they offend him?

"Jiang Shiqi."

A great master of formations, he always used seventeen formation pillars as the foundation for his formations. Chen Qingyuan learned the art of formations from him, and he mastered the essence of it, even surpassing him.

"Wang Rong, Xiang Yuanshan, Xie Chen..."

Names came out of Chen Qingyuan's mouth one by one, and familiar figures flashed before his eyes.

The sounds of laughter and playfulness of old friends surround my ears.

Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

Years pass by in a blink of an eye.

After finishing the wine in the glass, my thoughts returned to reality.

With a 'thump' sound, the wine glass was placed on the table.

Sitting upright like a bell, looking forward.

There was a hint of fatigue on Chen Qingyuan's lower eyelids, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The rules of chaos are raging in this world. Any trace of power that falls on the human world will cause a riot, which will be a catastrophe for countless lives.

There are no sun, moon, stars, or mountains and rivers here.

There are only waves formed by the interweaving of taboo laws and chaos laws, constantly bombarding every corner of this territory.

The space in each place was hit hard and broke apart. The next moment, it was restored to its original state.

The road leading to the ninth fairy palace is extremely wide and dark purple in color.

The place where Chen Qingyuan is currently located is like a huge star field. With the naked eye, it is impossible to see the ends of both sides.

This wait lasted for many years.

During this period, Chen Qingyuan has been observing the power of rules around him. Its meaning is profound and it is difficult to see the whole picture.

One day, there was a subtle change in the order of this world.

Although Chen Qingyuan's expression remained unchanged, his heart trembled for a moment, and he thought to himself, "He's coming."

The void not far away twisted slightly.

Then, a figure appeared.

The man was as big as a mountain, wearing a dark black brocade robe with wide sleeves. His thick black hair was tied with a piece of cloth, and he exuded a powerful aura that was almost invisible.

In an instant, Chen Qingyuan and Chu Mo looked at each other.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Chen Qingyuan broke the silent atmosphere.

"Feel sorry."

Chu Mo felt slightly apologetic.

"sit."

Chen Qingyuan pointed to the empty seat opposite and said politely, "He was like a host, so he had to entertain the guests well."

Without any pretense, Chu Mo took a step forward and sat down.

Chu Mo was six feet tall, about twenty meters. After sitting down, he lowered his eyebrows and looked at Chen Qingyuan in front of him. There was no hostility in his eyes, but rather a feeling of reuniting with old friends.

"What did you see when you entered the ancient palace?"

Chen Qingyuan wanted to clarify this issue a long time ago.

"The remains of the gods."

Chu Mo did not hide anything and spoke frankly.

As Chen Qingyuan expected, the situations the two encountered were completely different.

Chen Qingyuan was able to see the Guixu Ding left behind by Emperor Qiheng, but Chu Mo could not see it, but instead touched the ancient ruins of the ancient gods.

The order and rules of the ancient road in the early Yuan Dynasty are particularly special, and everyone may see something different.

Perhaps, in the eyes of Monk Jingyuan who has a half-Buddha body, the Miaobao Fairy Palace is filled with countless Buddha patterns, like the Buddha's kingdom coming to the world, containing the supreme Buddhist rhyme.

"I see things differently than you do."

Chen Qingyuan looked indifferent.

"Yeah." Chu Mo was not surprised by this, he should have guessed it long ago. Also, he was a member of the ancient god clan and knew many taboos and secrets.

"When we entered the ancient road, I drank a pot of wine from you. Today, it's my turn to treat you."

That year, Chu Mo entered the ancient road, and Chen Qingyuan came to watch and gave him wine to drink with. At that time, Chu Mo said: The wine is average, but the person is very good.

Bang!

Chu Mo raised his left hand and waved it gently, and more than a dozen jugs of fine wine fell onto the table, making a crisp sound, like the pleasant sound of stringed instruments.

With a light flick of his finger, half of the wine floated onto the table of Chen Qingyuan's private seat.

"The Gods' special brew, Wangchuan Jade Dew." Chu Mo said, "The raw materials are very precious. It is made from eighteen kinds of holy medicines and the tender buds of the Gods' origin tree. It takes thousands of years to make it."

Normally, Chu Mo was reluctant to drink this wine in its entirety. Occasionally, when he felt like it, he would just have a small sip.

More than a dozen pots of Wangchuan Jade Dew consumed an astronomical amount of top-grade resources.

A drop of jade dew can transform all living creatures in the world into a genius, or allow a powerful person to break through his cultivation without any risk.

It is not only wine, but also the ultimate precious medicine in the world.

The circumstances today are special, Chu Mo took out all the precious wines in the bottom of the box, just to drink them to his heart's content without any regrets.

"Then I have to taste it."

Chen Qingyuan glanced at the seven jars of fine wine in front of him with a little anticipation.

"Please." Chu Mo's voice was loud and somewhat magnetic.

Unlock the forbidden seal on the wine jug and pour a glass.

The rich aroma of wine immediately hits your nose, containing a very extraordinary charm. Just sniffing a wisp of the wine aroma will make you feel intoxicated.

Even the top masters of the Eight Steps of Divine Bridge would get drunk with a whiff of wine. If they took a sip, they would be drunk for days. After waking up, they would find that their cultivation had improved.

After taking a sip, Chen Qingyuan slowly felt it.

The fine wine went down his throat and flowed into his stomach. Then, the wine turned into countless spiritual charms, blended with the blood, and flowed to every part of his body.

This bite is no less than refining half a plant of top-grade holy medicine.

As expected of the ancient divine clan, their heritage is indeed profound and cannot be compared with any other secular clans.

Come to think of it, after all, the gods were once favored by the Great Dao, surpassing all other races and occupying countless precious resources.

A dead skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

Even after all these years, it’s still extraordinary.

"how?"

Chu Mo kept staring at Chen Qingyuan, wanting to know his true feelings.

"It's really good."

Chen Qingyuan gave a serious evaluation.

“Just nice?”

Chu Mo didn't seem very satisfied with this evaluation and asked back.

"I've had better wine than this."

Chen Qingyuan gave the reason.

"Oh?" Chu Mo did not doubt Chen Qingyuan's words, he was just surprised.

With Chen Qingyuan's ability and character, he would not lie about such things.

"What kind of wine is it?"

Chu Mo's interest suddenly piqued.

"It was given to me by an elder many years ago. The wine has the fragrance of osmanthus. I was lucky enough to drink a cup of it. I realized the truth and my strength increased greatly. In my opinion, it is no longer a thing of this world, but a wine from heaven."

If it weren't for the cup of immortal wine, it would have been difficult for Chen Qingyuan to clearly determine the direction of his reincarnation body, which would have wasted a lot of time and he probably wouldn't have reached the level he is today.

Because of that cup of immortal wine, Chen Qingyuan's Taoist foundation was further consolidated.