There is a Fairy Tower In Baiyun’s Birth Place

The scrolls that have been preserved from ancient times, the words written on them are ancient in style, dignified and majestic, flowing smoothly between turns.

Every word seems to seal a period of time.

Looking at these handwritings, Baiyun Tower seems to have seen a glorious and splendid history.

No wonder it can withstand the annihilation of breath and tens of thousands of years of time grinding.

After sighing for a moment, Baiyunlou concentrated his mind and used the power of his soul to hold up the volume. When he raised his hand, an ink pen appeared.

As he started writing, the aura of awe came out with the tip of his pen, and Baiyunlou wrote four big characters in the void.

Upright and awe-inspiring!

Although it is not in ancient style, it still expresses extraordinary momentum and the unity of form and spirit.

The ink characters in the air were condensed and not dispersed, and the awe-inspiring aura floating out of them floated out and touched the ancient volume, causing it to tremble immediately.

True resonance.

Suddenly, four ink characters were put into the volume, leaving ink marks at the end of the volume.

It seems to be recognized by him...

Baiyun Tower suddenly felt a lightness in his soul, and the volume that originally weighed more than a thousand pieces returned to its normal weight.

Looking at the volume floating in the air, Baiyunlou did not look down upon it at all. He solemnly rolled it up and held it in his palm.

Let's go, next...

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After a while, Baiyun Tower once again received a picture of a thousand miles of rivers and mountains, and a bluestone tablet.

The Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains map was also rolled up and held in the palm of his hand, and the bluestone tablet inscribed with endless years was temporarily swallowed by Xiaotian after it was imprinted by Baiyun Tower.

Although recognized by these immortals, they still cannot refine it.

The large stone tablet is too conspicuous, but fortunately Xiaotian's belly can accommodate immortal objects, so temporarily storing the stone tablet there will not have any impact, but it can't be too far away from Master Bai.

otherwise……

Afterwards, Baiyunlou took Xiaotian to get the set of pens, ink, paper and inkstones from the side hall, and then stepped into the Wenqu Hall.

As if sensing a familiar aura, the calligraphy and painting on the main hall of the hall fluctuated, and a virtual image gradually condensed in front of the portrait.

Judging from his figure, he looks exactly like the person in the portrait.

With a handsome appearance and a proud posture, he stood with an ink pen in hand. When his eyes opened, fairy light bloomed.

Wait... As soon as he woke up, the real spirit of the virtual image emerged and shouted softly.

I wonder if you are the senior Wenqu Immortal Lord? Baiyunlou stepped forward and respectfully inquired. While saluting, his hands were still holding two volumes with a book and a painting.

You can't be considered an Immortal Lord, he's just a little Star Lord... As if sensing Baiyunlou's sincerity, the virtual image true spirit that appeared directly recognized his identity.

He really is Wenquxingjun!

At this moment, two figures floated in from outside the main hall, revealing the immortal soul bodies of Zi Yan and Huo Ling'er.

Zi Yan was holding a jade Ruyi in one hand, and several objects with celestial light floating behind her.

Huo Ling'er on the side was holding an ancient book, seemingly struggling.

Wenquxingjun frowned slightly and was about to ask, when there was another noise outside the hall.

Senior brother, the time for making tea is already over... Following a crisp call, Xia Chaoyang led the little flower spirit and jumped in front of a few people.

Quite similar to Zi Yan, Xia Chaoyang held a jade scroll and followed several fairy objects behind him. However, these fairy objects were not floating in the air, but were tied up by a fairy vine and dragged into the hall.

The little flower spirit is not much better. It is using the power of the fairy pond to pull a piece of tortoise shell, and it doesn't look easy.

Wait... The situation in front of him seemed to be difficult for Wen Quxing to accept, and he was about to shout.

Senior, are you Mr. Wenquxing?

I’ve met Senior Wen... but I didn’t expect that Senior Wen would be so young.

Xia Chaoyang casually threw the ivy aside and stepped forward to salute seriously.

Before Mr. Xingjun could reply, Xia Chaoyang greeted him very familiarly: Mr. Wen, time is short, and those bad auras will turn back later. To make a long story short...

Now that the fairy world has passed away for thousands of years, the Fairy Queen has summoned us to repair the fairy world as soon as possible. However, there are not enough manpower and we urgently need to clear the fairy decree...

In a few words, Xia Chaoyang had already explained the cause and effect clearly.

Wenquxingjun seemed to be a thoughtful and enlightened immortal. He nodded slightly when he heard the words, but his expression did not soften.

My name is Wenqu, not the surname Wen... Looking down at the string of fairy objects on the ivy, Xingjun frowned again: The Fairy Queen..., even if it is the Fairy Queen, Don’t belittle the remaining immortal treasures of fellow Taoists...

There was an awe-inspiring character in his words.

How dare you be negligent? This is not about obeying authority in a hurry. In less than half a cup of tea, this junior only got the approval of this senior... As he spoke, Xia Chaoyang bowed and held up the jade album in his hand.

At the same time, the ivy behind him turned into an ironwood table, supporting several fairy objects.

Under the heavy pressure, a wishful fairy light shines on the table.

Upon seeing this, the little flower spirit immediately ducked down, placed the pulled ancient tortoise shell on the table, and then flew behind the little master, seeming to be very afraid of Lord Xingjun in front of him.

Ruyi Fairy Light..., you are... Wenquxingjun looked at the fairy light coming from the ironwood table, and then looked at Xia Chaoyang who was bowing in salute, and his expression softened.

Hey...how is your literary talent?

Suddenly hearing Xingjun's question, Xia Chaoyang was speechless and replied casually: Senior Wenqu, time is running out, this matter...

At this moment, Qingyue's ethereal voice came to mind behind me: If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and rushes to the sea never to return. If you don't see it...

After reciting half a poem, Baiyun Tower stopped.

After hearing this half-que poem, Wenquxingjun's eyes bloomed, and he put away the ink pen in his hand, stroking his beard and nodding, as if he was carefully appreciating the charm of the poem.

Then Zi Yan continued her words and recited another poem: When will the bright moon come? Asking the sky for wine, I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it tonight...

After reciting half the poem, Zi Yan also stopped.

At this time, Xia Chaoyang stopped talking and prepared to recite a poem casually.

But in my eagerness, I couldn't find a suitable poem. I glanced at the four big characters behind Xingjun, and my eyes lit up.

The heaven and earth are righteous, and they are mixed and endowed with manifolds. The rivers and mountains are below, and the sun and stars are above...

The Haoran Sutra, which I have recited countless times, is the most fluent in the end.

While chanting, Xia Chaoyang unknowingly revealed the aura of the Queen of the East China Sea. The energy around her body floated, and the fairy light harmonized with it.

Not only that, the four characters righteousness and awe-inspiring behind Xingjun suddenly became so powerful that they filled the entire hall.

The same is true for Wenqu Xingjun. Haoran's righteous energy comes out of his body, and the manifested virtual image becomes a little more solid.

Seeing this change, Xia Chaoyang simply put aside the matter of annihilation and recited the Haoran Sutra completely.

Sure enough, they are all members of our generation. We are really not alone in this, haha... Wen Quxingjun laughed heartily, and then turned to look at Huo Ling'er who was holding the big ancient book, his eyes full of expectation.