Since the achievement of Jinli Xianzun and left the world of Sunday, Yang Junshan has a very deep feeling, that is, although the outer starry sky is vast and endless, the concentration of the spirit of the world pervades the world is much higher than that of the Sunday world.

On the contrary, the natural origin of the outer starry sky is extremely thin, and it can even be described as extremely rare, but the world on Sunday contains the origin of the sky far beyond the outer starry sky, and even after the monks have passed through the thunderstorm, they can ingest the origin of heaven and earth from the world of Sunday.

Although the origin of heaven and earth is also not easy in the world on Sunday, it is a hundred times better than the outer starry sky.

In Yang Junshan's view, this may be one of the reasons why the outside world's great powers want to invade and break the world on Sunday.

Yan Xinyuanzheng in the bamboo forest in this wave of heaven and earth of the release, do not know how many years of consumption of the jasper bamboo forest accumulation, for the presence of the thirty-six fairy family, before and after may be less than an hour of time, but in fact enough is enough to be quite a fairy three or two years can condense the total amount of the world's original source of refining.

As you can see, this meeting is heavy!

No wonder that the release of the original source of the day stopped, after Yan Xinyuanzong appeared on the platform, all the fairy families in the bamboo forest grew up and said in unison to Yan Zongsheng sincerely: "Thank you Yan Zongsheng for your generosity!"

Yan Xinyuanzong holy greeting the immortals to sit down, the Confucian garden in the doormen children will act, all kinds of fruits, fairy brewing water generally come forward for the bamboo forest in the fairy family to enjoy.

After the immortals of the common sacrament were given the title of the holy place in the fairyland of Darrow, with the order of the Yan Zong, the feast of the Great Luo Xian officially began, and the immortals began to walk and talk with each other in the bamboo forest.

Between the staggered, the fairy family introduced each other to exchange, talked about the anecdotes in the stars, the cultivation methods of magic, and some trading or cooperation intentions were achieved in a seemingly relaxed and casual atmosphere.

Yang Junshan saw this scene for the first time, although not particularly adapted, but also reluctant to cope with, even in the Zhong Yu is busy with several strange fairy conversation and difficult to take into account his case, Yang Junshan also knows a few fairy, each other also has a brief exchange.

Yang Junshan soon realized the benefits of joining such a banquet, here every fairy is not a legendary general experience, casual | exchange of some anecdotes can make people increase experience, some of the difficult discussions encountered in the process of cultivation are often confusing, and even occasionally one or two points of view put forward is quite refreshing feeling, just these just let Yang Junshan have a sense of this trip.

Yang Junshan has been on the golden wonderland for more than 300 years, and compared with these foreign immortals, his strength may not be bad, or even more.

But in this background and experience, Yang Junshan has to admit that the relatively closed environment of the world on Sunday is still much worse than that of the elderly and immortals outside the region.

Now in this fairy feast, Yang Junshan's eyes are listening to the eight sides, but they only talk less and listen more.

In this banquet, Yang Junshan, who is less than listening, is like a dry sponge, tirelessly absorbing all the news about the outside starry world and the existence of a wonderland above, to make up for his relatively weak experience and background.

However, soon, a message that was mentioned in a number of fairy exchanges attracted Yang Junshan's attention.

At this time, Zhong did not know where to come from to Yang Junshan, and when he met, he whispered, “Yang Daoyou, can you hear the news?”　　Yang Junshan nodded slightly and said, “But the news that the world on the twenty-seventh seat may have been born?”

The clock nodded, put a cup of ice fire in his hand, in the entrance of the nine heavy brewing, and said, “You can see clearly who put it out of the news?”

Yang Junshan was surprised at the bell in his heart, but his mouth said, “I don’t know, does Mr. Zhong suspect that this news is false?”

Zhong Yu shook his head and smiled, "The fake news will not fall, but what is behind the people who release this news, it is worth pondering."

Yang Junshan saw that a hint of ridicule accidentally flashed in an inscrutable expression of Zhong Yu, and his heart moved, “Mr. Mo Fei Zhong has already understood the intention of the person who released the news in secret?”

Zhong Yu held an empty cup in one hand, pointed to the bamboo forest at will, and said, “Has Yang Daoyou ever found out how different the identity of the thirty-six immortals in this bamboo forest is?”

Yang Junshan heard no trace of the eyes of the immortals in the bamboo forest swept away, did not stay in any of the immortals even for a moment, so that it will not cause others to be alert and misunderstood, and then shook their heads, "below it can't be seen."

Zhong looked down at the empty cup in his hand, as if he were casual, but his mouth said: "This time, among the 36 immortals of the Luo Xian banquet, the Confucian family's own fairy will account for at least seven or eight."

Yang Junshan thought about it and said, "This is nothing, after all, Yan Xinyuanzong came from the Confucian people, and naturally took care of his own monks on the feast of Da Luo Xian."

Zhong shook his head with a mocking smile and said, “Yang Daoyou, look closely at these monks who talk to each other, are there one or two Confucian monks in every small circle of mutual communication?”

Yang Junshan did not need to take his eyes to sweep it again to know that Zhong Yi was right, he only did not think of it for a while, so he hesitated: "Mr. Zhong means that the Confucian monks were deliberately walking about the news about the world on the twenty-seventh seat?"But what is the purpose of what they do?”

Zhong shook his head and said, "Although Zhong had a lot of roots with the Confucian people in his early years, he actually entered the ghost clan, and the appearance of the Confucianism seems to be very good, but it really involves the internal secrets of the Confucian people, like the people like Zhong, but they are the most closely guarded object."

Yang Junshan nodded, but on the surface it was a dazed scene.

But I saw the eyes of the bell to tour back and forth in the bamboo forest, but if you think about it, if you look at these Confucians and spread the news of the birth of the 27th seat world, can it be said that this world is also like the world on Sunday, which is a rare large-scale world in the stars?This Confucian self-denial alone can not eat the whole world, so it is necessary to attract people everywhere, want to gather the strength of all people to attack the world?"

A large world?

If the 27th face world talked about by Confucianism is really nine days, then he can be very sure that the nine-day world, whether it is the size or the bottom, is too far away than the world on Sunday!

Other than that, just that Yang Junshan and other seven or eight Sunday world mine robberies, Huang Ting Dao, smuggled into the nine-day world to steal the three immortals, in each continent of the forces plus one or two immortals together to encircle one person, but also by the Zhoutian world monks hand in six of them, you can see the nine days of the world's strength of the virtual reality.

Yang Junshan would not have made this matter noise to his mouth, and Zhong Hao's eyes had repeatedly wandered in the bamboo forest without knowing it, but he was more certain about his speculation.

I saw him Nuzuo, to Yang Junshan: "You see, this time invited to attend the Yanzong Saint Luo Xian banquet of all parties, although more than half of them are golden fairyland, but in fact most of them are scattered fairy, or behind what force, background, in fact, in the starry sky are also not ranked, so, in the future, once the Confucian people take the lead on the 27th face of the world, then they can also firmly grasp the initiative, these immortals can not be a dissipation."

Yang Junshan heard a little surprised by the eyes of Zhong Yu, and said in a joking tone: "Mr. Zhong said this is self-righteous, is it said that the ghost cultivator is also the last in the world of the stars?"

Zhong Yi was slightly surprised, with a hint of bitter laughter: "ghosts naturally can't be the last power, just the clock, huh, in the ghosts is not a kind of role to be seen."

Yang Junshan was surprised and wanted to ask the reason, but he saw that the bell looked quite cold, knowing that he did not want to talk about it, and Yang Junshan no longer mentioned it.

I have to say that what Zhong said is very reasonable, if Yang Junshan had not already known the nine-day world was false, I am afraid he would have chosen to believe the inference of Zhong Yi.

Yang Junshan thought about it and asked in a low voice, “Mr. Zhong, how dare the Confucian people be sure that the world must have been born in nine days?”

Zhong thought for a moment and said, "There may be a monk who went out to be born of the Confucian people, so that the Confucian saint inferred the approximate position of the starry sky hidden in the world of this seat."

As soon as the bell sounded, he heard a crisp bell, which re-attracted the attention of the bamboo forest and the fairy family to the central tower.

But I saw the sound of Yan Zong's gentleness on the roof: "The old man was lucky to have a glimpse of the great fairyland, and the fairy family can see, only today's jasper bamboo forest feast, in order to express the husband's gratitude to the fairy family, this is to play the piano, but also ask you fairy family not to laugh at the old budsmanship."

The voice of the Yan Zong holy word has just fallen, and the fairy families who had just wandered freely in the bamboo forest have already returned to their seats and are sitting in danger, saying in unison: "I am willing to listen to the teachings of the Holy One, I am grateful."

Yang Junshan saw a serious look next to the bell, but also a little confused, can not help but ask in a low voice: "Mr. Bell, this is -"

Yang Junshan had not finished speaking, and Zhong Yu made a silent gesture, interrupted his words, and said, "The big Luo Xian banquet is coming."

Yang Junshan was slightly surprised, and when he looked up, he saw that Han Zhenxian, who had seen him outside the Confucian Garden before, held a Suqin and held a harp in front of Yan Zongsheng.

Yang Junshan was very strange, and also followed the voice: "Isn't it to preach, how can you play the piano?"

Zhong Yu laughed and said, “Yang Daoyou, if the Xianjia Avenue can only be passed on, then this fairyland inheritance is too cheap!”The process of its practice is too much to say, and the first person can only express the feeling in its own way, but others can understand how much they can understand and understand what they know, but they vary from person to person.”

As soon as the sound of the clock was over, Yang Junshan suddenly opened his eyes.

On the roof, Yan Zongsheng's hands slowly fell on the strings in front of him, and fell on the eyes of Yang Junshan, and he felt that Yan Zongsheng's hands seemed to cross a mysterious trace, and his hands moved between them as if there were infinite mystery hidden in it.

And with the gentle dial of Yan Zong's holy finger, the first sound of the "Hun" sound through the whole bamboo forest, everything around it seems to be completely stagnant, and only the sound of the string fluctuation between heaven and earth is echoing.