Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 676
Fanhai Town, Wuyang City, Shengzhou.

This unnamed town, because it is close to the mouth of the North Sea, has been crowded with groups of cultivators from various state capitals. Whether it is restaurants, tea shops, or streets and alleys, it is full of people.

And the purpose of these cultivators gathering here is to wait for the next sea boat to Kunlun to go to the Shanhaihui.

Zuzhou Kunlun Mansion has a very special position in Shizhou. It faces the North Sea in the south, and the Kunlun Mountains in the east. After crossing the lofty Kunlun Mountains, you will see the boundless sea. The abyss, further north is the bitter cold wasteland of Beiming.

Also because of this special geographical location, the only way to get to Kunlun since ancient times is to cross the North Sea.

Even some cultivators with extremely high cultivation bases can't leap over several heavenly moats and cross tens of thousands of miles of seas. Flying down, anyone will be tired, if one accidentally falls into the sky or the deep sea, even if you don't die, you will be torn off by the monsters on the bottom of the sea.

In general, it is thankless.

"I know that all the heroes in this restaurant are here to rest in order to go to the Shanhaihui, but do you know the origin of the Shanhaihui?"

In a restaurant named Guanhailou, a storyteller smiled and asked the drinkers in the audience.

"Isn't the Shan Hai Hui just for the selection of the strongest cultivators of the ten states and the strongest sects of the ten states? Where did it come from so much attention?"

A tall man threw the wine bowl on the table and said in a rough voice.

"No and no."

The storyteller's old man curled his fingers at the greasy goatee at the corner of his mouth, and said inscrutablely.

"Then you talk about it, if you can't tell a bird, see if I don't slap your mouth."

Seeing that the tall cultivator blushed, he seemed to be angry.

The storyteller didn't dare to fool him any more, so he continued solemnly:
"To investigate the origin of the Shanhaihui, we have to talk about the Zuzhou first.

"Not counting the Fangcun Prefecture of the Dragon Clan and the Fenglin Prefecture of the Monster Clan, this Zuzhou is the largest state capital in the ten states, and its area is almost equivalent to ten Shengzhou.

"Furthermore, this Zuzhou is not only the most expansive place in the ten states, but also the place with the most aura in the ten states.

"There are three light veins, one in the Kunlun Mountains, one in the North Sea, and one in the Tianjian Abyss to the west.

"Among these three spiritual veins, the Kunlun Mountains have the most abundant spiritual power. Because it is backed by the sea, as long as the cave is built on the top of the Kunlun Mountains, the vast spiritual energy above the sea will be inexhaustible. Inexhaustible, it is really a unique treasure land.

"Furthermore, the Kunlun Mountains are so tall that they cover thousands of miles, and the area is even as large as a small state capital. However, no matter how large it is, it is impossible to accommodate the entire Kunlun Mansion, or even the monks of the entire ten states.

"So since ancient times, the countless fairy caves in the Kunlun Mountains have been a battleground for cultivators. Because the battles caused by the competition for the spiritual caves have occurred almost every moment. This kind of fighting over the years has not only made The devastation of the people in the ten states also caused some sects to lose many young monks with potential.

"For this reason, several ancient sects headed by Hunyuanzong jointly created the Shanhaihui to restrain the original chaotic fighting under the rules, which can not only reduce casualties among cultivators, but also allow powerful sects to fight together. Follow the sect to obtain the qualification to establish a sect dojo in Kunlun Mountain."

After talking so much in one breath, the storyteller stopped to take a sip of his tea because his mouth was dry.

"The sect that won the Shan Hai Hui can still set up a dojo in Kunlun Mountain? Old man, are you kidding us? How come I haven't heard of it in my old age?"

A young monk dressed in fine clothes sneered.

"Young man, you don't know anything."

The storyteller didn't care about the young man's ridicule.

"About a thousand years ago, this rule continued until the Hunyuan Sect, the largest sect in the ten states, fell apart a thousand years ago, and Kunlun fell into a 300-year melee. After the melee subsided, the Kunlun Mansion began to be controlled by the seven great families. The Shanhaihui will not have the reward of allowing the establishment of a dojo."

The storyteller spoke eloquently.

"I'm afraid you made it all up. A bad storyteller can make up anything for a few rewards."

The young monk sneered.

"Young Xia has wronged me. Don't look at me like this. When I was young, I made a lot of achievements. But once I fell into trouble, I lost everything."

The storyteller let out a long sigh.

However, an old beggar in rags who relied on storytelling to get some rewards, actually kept saying that he had achieved a lot of fame when he was young, and it became a joke in the eyes of these drinkers in the restaurant.

There was a burst of laughter in the restaurant.

What he just said is even less convincing in the eyes of everyone.

"Laugh, what are you laughing at, yes, what is there, okay, funny?"

Amidst the roar of laughter, a woman's voice with an inarticulate voice suddenly sounded.

Although the woman's voice was a bit tongue-in-cheek, it was as crisp as an oriole, very pleasant to hear, in stark contrast to the rough and thick male voice in this restaurant, which attracted the attention of all the drinkers.

Everyone followed the sound and found that the person speaking was a woman in a yellow shirt with flushed cheeks and dim eyes.

Although the woman in the yellow shirt looked drunk, her facial features and figure were impeccable, her pair of drunken peach blossom eyes were even more bleary at this time.

Just now, because of the commotion in the restaurant, a group of people didn't notice the existence of this woman. At this time, many people were stunned for a while.

"What are you looking at? A group of... a little... trash, even, I don't even know the origin of the Shanhaihui, it's better than an old man."

The woman in the yellow shirt scolded everyone while hiccupping.

"Where did the girl's film come in, so uneducated."

"If you say we are trash, what are you?"

This sound of trash immediately enraged a group of arrogant cultivators in the restaurant.

"Drunk in the middle of the day, I don't think you are a waste, you are a man's plaything."

Someone even humiliated with a lewd smile.

And with this person in the lead, more drinkers began to boo, and they all drank a lot of wine, and the restaurant was full of obscenities for a while.

Even some bold and lecherous people went directly to the woman in the yellow shirt, ready to make a move.

"Plaything? Who else dares to play with my girl?"

The drunkenness on the face of the woman in the yellow shirt seemed to have subsided a bit. She got up and pulled out the sword at her waist. With a "clang clang" sound, the long sword came out of its sheath, and the sharp sword energy directly drew a sword from the crossbar on the beam. Scars, the cultivators who were a little closer, had bloodstains directly scratched by the sword energy on their faces.

(End of this chapter)