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Chapter 2638 Thousand Dragons

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    Xiyuan City, a restaurant.

    Guhuang sat quietly in a secluded corner, with a jar of old wine, three plates of spiritual fruits, and a plate of animal meat, drinking alone, sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing.

    More than a month has passed since the time gap came out, and he has officially entered the mythical world. The Heavenly Sword, Bamboo Slips, Big Black Brick, System, and the Goddess of Chaos have all fallen into a deep sleep

    "Boom!"

    A loud sound came from the inner city, like the earth was shaking, or even more like a magnitude 12 earthquake erupting, with countless waves of air being released.

    The momentum is astonishing, and it is suspected that there are high-level warriors fighting in the city.

    But in this city, any one you pick out is a king, a saint and a strong person. Such a slight fluctuation will naturally be ineffective against others.

    And anyone who can open a store here will have no means of defense.

    I saw a soft defensive light filling the restaurant, and the impact of this huge movement was completely eliminated.

    "Ha! It's started again. Don't panic."

    "This is a formation master from the Confucian sect who wants to restore the teleportation formation here."

    "It will be good if everyone gets used to it, and it will be good if you get used to it."

    This noise also attracted the attention of many people. When the shopkeeper came out to explain, the turmoil subsided.

    "Restore the teleportation array, the shopkeeper, this Confucian master is Qianlong."

    "It should be Master Qianlong. That Confucian senior has been here for hundreds of years, just to restore the teleportation array here."

    ¡°But it took countless efforts and costs, and I don¡¯t know how many times it failed.¡±

    ¡°Today¡¯s teleportation array has become Master Qianlong¡¯s obsession. If we don¡¯t repair the teleportation array, I¡¯m afraid we won¡¯t be able to leave in this life.¡±

    "Yes! This world-famous Confucian formation master has exhausted all his efforts, but this teleportation formation"

    "Who says it's not the case? A powerful man from the Holy Academy where Master Qianlong is located personally passed down the decree. Whoever can help Master Qianlong repair the teleportation array will be given a Shangqing Order by the Shangqing Dao."

    "Countless masters have participated in it over the past hundred years, but no one can restore the teleportation array here, not even repair it."

    "There are rumors that this ancient teleportation array contains a big secret, and it leads to an unknown area. It has been abandoned for countless years."

    The diners in the restaurant spoke up one by one. They also praised this senior from the Confucian sect, but most of them felt sorry for him.

    Such a high-level formation master has spent hundreds of years and hundreds of years cultivating because of this teleportation formation that has been in ruins for endless years.

    ??Maybe it can be taken to a higher level, where people are no longer human, ghosts are not ghosts, and even almost bring out the inner demon.

    No one knows what Qianlong is really for?

    No one knew why he had such a deep obsession. It took a full hundred years. At first, strong men from the Confucian sect and his friends came to persuade him.

    But in the past ten years, almost no one has come, and no matter how big the family is, they can't bear Qianlong's troubles.

    "Repairing a teleportation array is more expensive than rebuilding one, because you don't even know it's from that era, or it may even be from before the era."

    The major cultivation system civilizations are fundamentally different. There are many talented and powerful people in this world, but there are a few people who can span the ancient and modern times, integrate with each other, and bring out the new.

    Hearing this, Guhuang stood up silently, dropped a few pieces of innate spirit stones, and walked straight out of the restaurant, heading towards the direction of the explosion.

    Are you obsessed?

    ??For a teleportation array that can last for hundreds of years

    ¡°For a teleportation array, to be able to endure the eyes of the world, to be able to withstand everyone¡¯s ridicule and criticism

    Even at the expense of perseverance and demon?

    Thinking back to the past life, I was not like this. For a formation, for a rune, I spent all my time studying hard for decades.

    lonely¡­¡­

    Who can know?  Without the hard work that is a hundred times more than that of ordinary people, how could he later become the number one person in the world?

    ¡°Whether it is the four major auxiliary professions or various side studies, I have also dabbled in it.

    No matter what the original intention of Qian Long was, he relied on his perseverance, forgetting sleep and food for hundreds of years, and his character and perseverance.

    Guhuang also admires it from the bottom of his heart. Only those who are undistracted and devote themselves to cultivation can be qualified to be called true masters.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Uncle!  is it you?

    &nbs?, these are exactly what they are.  "

    "But if you give up on yourself, who do you expect?"

    "I don't know what is on the other side of the teleportation array? But it must be very important."

    "It's not scary to admit defeat. Death is not scary. What's scary is that you can't get up after a fall."

    "Besides, it may not be a dead end in front of you"

    After finishing speaking, Guhuang sighed slightly, unsealed the seal on the mouth of the wine jar, raised his head and took a big gulp.

    In the empty field with a radius of twenty miles, the dilapidated Bagua stage, the only sounds are the wind blowing and the melancholy sound of wine pouring into the throat

    It¡¯s dead silent, empty and green!

    Qianlong knelt down in front of the Bagua stage and still didn't say anything. But he grabbed the ancient wine jar, slapped the seal open, and started drinking heavily.

    A full ten kilograms of wine was almost drank in one gulp.

    "Young man, would you like to hear me tell you a story?"

    Qianlong looked up at the sky, his eyes full of endless confusion and longing, and his face showed unwillingness and regret.

    "Senior, I like listening to stories the most."

    "I'm willing to be a listener if I can manage the wine."

    After finishing his words, Guhuang took out another ten jars of wine and lined them up on the ground, quietly looking at Qianlong in front of him.

    "That was seventeen thousand years ago"

    "At that time, I was only a young man and not a Confucian disciple. I was just a disciple of a small family in a thousand worlds."

    "Ha! I only had one wish at that time, to travel around the world, read the books of sages, and become a hermit who lives in the clouds and wild cranes."

    "But until I was twenty-four years old"

    "Everything changes because of this"

    "Without her appearance, Pindao's fate would be like that of most people, a mediocre life, and a pile of loess after a hundred years"

    When Qianlong said this, he sighed again, slapped open the seal on the wine jar, and took a few sips of wine again.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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