Six Gods

Chapter 89 Cooperation!

"It seems that it was indeed right to let you go out in the first place."

In the pond, withered yellow lotus leaves stood quietly on the water. In the small pavilion with green tiles and red pillars beside the water, Xiang Yuan and Wang Chong sat in front of a hexagonal stone table. Fragrant tea exudes a touch of elegance.

Raising his hand to pour tea for Wang Chong, the burly Xiang Yuan was still naked from the upper body.

His current body shape is far beyond that of ordinary people, and he has no suitable clothes to wear. He can only make temporary measurements and sew them, which have not yet been delivered.

Although it was the beginning of winter, Xiang Yuan, who was half naked, didn't feel the coldness at all, instead, his whole body exuded raging firepower.

Immortal Corpse Heart's [-]-point physique bonus has directly boosted his physical fitness to an unbelievable level. Not to mention the chill, even if it is snowing heavily, it makes no difference to him.

"Yeah, I have gained a lot these years outside."

Xiang Yuan was less than 20 years old when he left home. In the four years since he left home, except for the few years in Guanyimen, which were fairly normal, in the following year, he was struggling with life and death almost every day.

One mistake is the result of lights out.

"Are you still practicing martial arts?" Wang Chong suddenly said such a sentence when he lifted the cup on the table to his mouth.

Hearing Wang Chong's unreasonable sentence, Xiang Yuan smiled, knowing what he meant as the first teacher.

Raising the cup in front of him, Xiang Yuan suddenly poured the tea into his palm.

The dense force suddenly spread across his palm like a spider web, and the tea poured into his palm did not disperse at all, but was restrained by this force and gathered into a ball of crystal water that kept rolling.

Snapped--

The cup in his hand fell to the ground and shattered. Wang Chong stared blankly at the water polo constantly floating in Xiang Yuan's palm.

"Strength is like a big net, traveling all over the veins! First-rate strength! Third young master, you..."

Throwing the water polo in his hand, with a muffled bang, the water polo slammed into the stone wall beside him with an afterimage, smashing out a dent the size of a washbasin.

A first-class master, with strength down to the smallest detail, can drip water through rocks, pick leaves and fly flowers.

"The martial arts you and I have practiced, I have come to the end, I don't know if there is still a way ahead." Shaking his head, Xiang Yuan also looked a little confused.

In martial arts, Huajin is the top.

At least on the level he has come into contact with, Hua Jin is the end of this martial arts road, and he doesn't know if there is still a way forward.

"First-class Huajin, the youngest I have ever seen is Qiu Sanye, the leader of the hanging beam that crossed the Nanwuxi River back then.

He was already 52 years old when he practiced to Huajin. "Looking at Xiang Yuan with relief, Wang Chong also felt a touch of pride in his heart.

A first-class master in his 20s can be said to be unique in all ages, and he is the leader who led Xiang Yuan on the road of martial arts.

"Back then I was short-sighted and dangerously interrupted the Third Young Master's Wu Road. Now that I think about it, I really feel ashamed."

"Uncle Wang can't say that. I know that you were thinking about me and the Xiang family back then. Xiang Yuan never cared about such a small matter, so you don't have to worry about it."

After saying these words, the hearty laughter of the two soon came from the pavilion in the courtyard...

……

Late night
The bright moon was in the sky, and except for a few guards who were watching the night, everyone in Xiangfu had fallen asleep. The lanterns hanging on the verandah radiated a warm light, which made the cold windy night a little more warm.

In the room of the independent small building, Xiang Yuan stood in front of the window, the frosty white moonlight shone down, and the silver glow slanted down, reflecting his shadow on the ground...

Standing in front of the window, Xiang Yuan played with a purple-brown stone sparrow with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance, thinking about something.

After standing silently in front of the window for a long time, the burly figure over two meters tall turned and walked towards the floor that had been set up beside him.

And by the window where he was standing just now, half of the sparrow's beak can be vaguely seen in a pile of crushed stones on the ground...

……

next day evening
After dinner, Xiang Yuan chatted with several elders about his experience abroad in the past few years.

In the main hall, Xiang Yuan vividly described everything he had met outside these years, the aristocratic family, sect, ghosts...

And the faint coercion he released when he raised his hands and feet made everyone in the room, except for the three brothers Xiang Wendong sitting, including Xiang Chuan, stand up unconsciously.

Halfway through speaking, Xiang Yuan's earlobe moved slightly, as if he heard something.

Getting up and saying that he had something to do, Xiang Yuan left the main hall, walked through the corridor and courtyard, and returned to his independent small building, and saw the red figure who had been waiting in the small building.

After entering the room, he closed the door behind his back, Xiang Yuan looked at Yaomu who was admiring the decorations in his room and said slowly: "You came so fast?"

Picking up the puppets that Xiang Yuan carved when he was young, Yaomu turned around with a chuckle and said, "I didn't expect you to have such dexterity."

"It's just boring when I was young." Sitting down, Xiang Yuan opened two teacups: "Drink tea?"

"No, have you already thought about coming to me?" Sitting opposite Xiang Yuan with the black cat in her arms, the hijab on Yaomu's head was slightly raised, revealing her red lips and white teeth and her fair and flawless chin.

"It's sort of it." Taking care of a cup of tea, Xiang Yuan said: "I can cooperate with you to make a shot, but you must keep this matter a secret."

"Naturally, this religion has always kept its promises to friends."

"In addition, I need detailed information on the power system of the aristocratic family and the sect. This is not difficult for you." He raised his head and looked at Yaomu in front of him, and expressed his conditions to Yuan.

The corners of her mouth turned up, revealing a bewitching smile, Yaomu nodded: "No problem, this matter is very simple, is there anything else?"

"That's all for now."

In fact, Xiang Yuan originally planned to ask Yao Mu to help him find a place that was safe enough. After all, he had already quarreled with the Demon Mansion, and Guangling couldn't stay any longer.

But Xiang Yuan still couldn't fully trust Yaomu and the Silver Sect behind her, so he didn't mention this matter.

"Okay, I will send you the things as soon as possible. Then our cooperation..."

"When you need me to do something, let me know in advance." He drank the tea in the cup and put it back on the tea tray. When Xiang Yuan looked up again, Bishop Baiyin in front of him had already disappeared.

And where she was sitting just now, there was still a stone engraved with a mysterious symbol and a piece of paper with elegant writing and a little bit of a different rhyme.

"This is the first time we have worked together, this is a gift for you.

After memorizing the spiritual text on the surface, you will naturally be able to understand the text on the back. "

Lingwen?

Xiang Yuan picked up the stone, and the symbols on the surface of the stone were like a few random scribbles, distorted but not complicated.

On the back of this stone, words smaller than an ant's head are densely engraved.

Sure enough, it's still a cult, and everything that comes out is weird...

……

　I also didn't expect there to be so many people, hoping to let Yaomu be the heroine!
　　Comrades, your taste is very peculiar!

　　I will consider the matter of Yaomu and daughter-in-law, but before that, I still have to ask for votes. If I don’t give it, I will let Yaomu find you at night.

　　thanksgiving!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)