Time passes.

In a blink of an eye, half a month passed.

Over the years, the holy land has been relatively calm.

The clear sky at the end of late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; strong white light is jumping in the air, like the microwaves on the sea surface; the sorghum at the foot of the mountain is always swaying with plump ears, like waving red water; while the yellow leaves give the fields a decaying color.

In the eyes of those who seek the truth, this is a deserted and barren land.

The true qi and elements are not so abundant, and there are no strong practitioners, so it is not suitable for cultivation here.

But in the eyes of seclusion, this is a Feng Shui treasure land.

Outside a farm house, next to the fence, there is a simple table and two wooden chairs.

On the wooden chair, there were two men sitting.

A middle-aged man, a young man.

The two play chess.

The middle-aged man had some gray hair mixed in his black hair, but it did not affect his strong temperament at all.

You can tell at a glance that he is a great man.

I saw him wearing a dark yellow-brown brocade robe with a pair of bird-like characters, with a band of Bingyang Blue Master Man-patterned brocade laces on his waist, his hair was black and white, and under his eyebrows were bright Long Chen eyes, and his body was straight, which was really gentle and elegant.

The young man is energetic and full of divine light.

He was wearing dark orange and yellow clothes with lotus, golden brocade and green clothes, a dark purple belt tied around his waist, long hair as long as flowing water, and pair of blue eyes, which was really as beautiful as jade.

"Xiao Tongtong."

The middle-aged man spoke in a surprising way.

The tone is even a bit cute.

The tone is extremely inconsistent with the character.

"What are you doing?" Bian Tong responded faintly.

"How has your master's cultivation been recently? Have you improved?" The leader of the Yuxu Holy Sect blinked at Biantong and asked with a smile.

“Go ahead.”

Bian Tong said.

The leader of Yuxu Holy Sect was filled with smiles.

However...the next second...

"But there is little progress, so it's the same whether there is any progress or not." Bian Tong said lightly.

The leader of Yuxu Holy Sect smiled stiffly.

Can this kid speak???

It seems that education is lacking.

"What about my strength? After so many years of cultivation, my strength should be good, right?" The leader of the Yuxu Holy Sect was unwilling to give up and asked again.

He decided to give Bian Tong a chance. If Bian Tong doesn't grasp it well, he will be able to boost his master's power.

"Rubbish."

Bian Tong replied plainly.

That expression seemed to be saying: You don’t know what your strength is, right?

Is there any question that everyone knows about?

Master of Yuxu Holy Sect:...

He is floating, his disciple is definitely floating...

It can't float anymore.

Do you really think he can't lift the knife?

But...he seems to be unable to beat Bian Tong...

Fortunately, Bian Tong gave him a step.

"In a while, we will leave the Holy Land." Bian Tong said.

"Ahem, is that?"

Hearing this, the head of Yuxu Sheng Sect coughed and said.

Try to pretend to be like a teacher.

"If it's fake, I'll tell you?" Bian Tong asked, looking at his good master.

Master of Yuxu Holy Sect:...

"You boy..."

"Master, I'm serious."

The leader of the Yuxu Holy Sect was about to reward Bian Tong with a few 50 cents, but was interrupted by Bian Tong's serious eyes.

"Seriously? Then where are you going? When will you set off?" The leader of the Yuxu Holy Sect returned to his appearance as a ci Master and asked.

"soon."

"How long is it?"

"After you enter the realm of demigods," Bian Tong replied.

Master of Yuxu Holy Sect:...

Is this very fast?

When he enters the realm of a demigod, it is better to compete for the world of hegemony.

The world of battle for hegemony is better than his ideal of entering the realm of demigods.

So, when he entered the realm of demigods, he no longer knew what time it was.

This is not fast at all.

"Master, although your talent is very poor, it can be said that you have almost no. However, with me here, I will help you." Bian Tong said seriously, his face full of sincerity and sincerity.

Looking at Bian Tong's extremely serious face and eyes...

Master of Yuxu Holy Sect:...

Is this a harm to him... or comfort him...

In short, it's very uncomfortable and very unhelpful inside.

Although he knew he was a waste,...it was too straightforward...

"Xiao Tongtong, why are you practicing so fast?" asked the leader of the Yuxu Holy Sect in confusion.

He used to believe that his talent was not worse than Bian Tong, but as time flowed and mutual comparisons were made, especially after coming to the Holy Land.

He found out... he was wrong...

What's wrong is not a little bit wrong.

His talent is far inferior to Bian Tong.

"I don't know, I don't know very well, I just always feel that someone is taking care of me.

It may be an illusion, or it may not be an illusion." Bian Tong replied with a deep thought.

Just as the leader of the Yuxu Holy Sect was about to comfort Bian Tong, who knew that Bian Tong said again:

"Talent is innate, and the master cannot force it."

Master of Yuxu Holy Sect:...

I vomited half a liter of blood directly!

Ten thousand critical damage.

"Do you know the woman we met last time?" The leader of the Yuxu Holy Sect suddenly remembered something and asked.

"I don't know." Bian Tong replied.

"But she knows us."

"We don't know her, but she knows us?" The leader of the Yuxu Holy Sect was stunned, obviously a little confused.

"I don't quite understand these things, but what is certain is that she knows who we are, who we are, why we appear in the holy realm, and maybe we know our past and present lives..." Bian Tong murmured.

"Previous life and present life?!"

Upon hearing this, the leader of the Yuxu Holy Sect was shocked.

"She is not a god, right?" asked in surprise by the leader of the Yuxu Holy Sect covering his mouth.

"It's hard to say." Bian Tong shook his head and replied.
To be continued...