The short-lived era of the heroes has passed, and it is still the long era of the Emperor of Heaven.

The difference is that the era of heroes is a transition point.

It was this that made Yang Cong understand the issue of suppression.

Those immortal emperors thought that they could challenge the authority of the Heavenly Court by becoming the Immortal Emperor, but they did not know that the Heavenly Court had more terrifying energy than them.

In Noda's central imperial realm, it is estimated that the only royal families can compare with the Heavenly Court.

The power of the royal family is given by the Heavenly Court. Although it is not restricted, if you can give all this, it means that he can still eliminate everything you have.

......A post of the Immortal Sword......

Above the top of the mountain, the breeze is gentle.

"Shu Mountain is green and lunar, and the clouds are sad. The Luan Kai travels west to capture several states. Only the deep streams linger and the water flows in the past will not change."

When Yang Cong finished reading this poem, applause came from the side.

"Good...good poems and good poems."

Hearing this sound, Yang Cong couldn't help but shake his head, turned around and looked at the man leaning against the carved railing.

The man had long hair, a long robe, and a long sword on his back. He looked very sloppy. If he didn't pay attention, he would think he was a beggar.

But this man is his senior brother, the Wine Sword Immortal.

Yang Cong looked at the Jiujianxian and said, "Senior Brother, you probably don't know what the poem is about."

"Junior brother, you also know that your senior brother, I can't do anything except drink. I will not do anything about those literati things. Besides, with your literary talent, you can just say a few words, aren't they all good poems?"

Jiu Jianxian grabbed a wine gourd in his hand and poured the wine from the wine gourd into his mouth from time to time.

"By the way, senior brother, are you interested in going out to have fun?" Yang Cong said with a smile.

"Go to play? Do you have any wine to drink?" Jiu Jianxian looked over and said.

Yang Cong couldn't help but shake his head. As his senior brother, everything is good, but he loves drinking too much.

But it was also expected that after all, the wine sword immortal, isn’t there a word wine among them?

"Senior brother, it's not good to drink too much wine." Yang Cong said.

"What do you little brat know?" Jiu Jianxian waved his hand and said, "You can go down the mountain by yourself. I don't want to go down the mountain recently."

"Okay, senior brother, I'll go find senior brother to the head."

"Go and go."

Seeing the casual appearance of the Jiu Jianxian, Yang Cong had no choice but to do anything to him. Who told him to be his junior brother? But even the head of the sect had no choice but to deal with the Jiu Jianxian.

He went straight to Wuliang Temple, and the leader was in it.

On the way, several disciples bowed to Yang Cong from time to time: "Uncle Master."

"Well, you guys go first." Yang Cong couldn't help but smile bitterly. He was obviously about the same age as them, but he was going to be called the older generation of uncles.

But there is nothing we can do about this. Who made me the last disciple accepted by the previous generation of sects?

Although he was the last disciple he accepted, he was helpless. He taught him very little because of his senior brother Jiang Ming.

Everything depends on one's own learning and the teaching of the senior brothers.

Fortunately, his talent is not too bad. After studying for so long, he has learned it well.

Before Wuliang Temple, Yang Cong knocked on the door.

"Who?"

"Senior brother, it's me."

"Xiao Cong, come in."

Pushing away Wuliangguan, Yang Cong walked in.

After entering Wuliang Temple, I saw an old man with white hair in a long robe facing his back.

The person in front of me is the head of Shushan Immortal Sword Sect, Dugu Yuyun, also known as Dugu Sword Saint

"Senior Brother of the Sect."

Yang Cong bowed and bowed when he saw the situation.

"Xiaocong, are you here to find me and are you going to go down the mountain?" Dugu Sword Saint turned around and looked at Yang Cong.

Yang Cong smiled and said, "Young brother can't hide anything from you, Senior brother."

"Well, you had been shouting that you would go down the mountain before, but you had not achieved cultivation. Now you have almost done it. You should go down the mountain to experience it." Dugu Jiansheng said: "This time you go down the mountain, remember to abide by the precepts of Shushan, and remember to be careful in everything."

"I know the senior brother of the sect, I will definitely remember Shushan precepts and what you said to me by the senior brother of the sect." Yang Cong nodded.

Since the previous generation leader, Yang Cong's master, has been depressed due to Jiang Ming, since he was depressed, his senior brothers have basically taken care of Yang Cong.

His senior brothers treated him like his own brothers.

After leaving Wuliang Temple, Yang Cong was about to go back and prepare to go down the mountain tomorrow.

He has been waiting for this moment for ten years.

Ten years ago, he was only a five or six-year-old child, but he had a mind in his twenties.

Why is this? Because he is not a person from this world at all.

He was also puzzled about why he appeared in this world.

More importantly, this world is actually one of the film and television dramas he knows.

Based on the idea of ​​being at peace since he came, Yang Cong stayed in Shushan for ten years. During these ten years, he wanted to go down the mountain, but he was stopped every time.

It was not until Yang Cong achieved his cultivation that he allowed him to go down the mountain.

"I hope I've missed anything."

Yang Cong shook his head and turned around to pack up his things.

The next day, the Jiujianxian came, and his nephews.

"Uncle Master."

They all came to see Yang Cong off.

Yang Cong glanced at the Jiu Jianxian and couldn't help but say, "Senior Brother, I'm not coming back, everyone knows whether I want to do it."

"Hehe." Jiu Jianxian smiled and said, "It's the first time you went down the mountain, so you have to be careful of everything. If you can beat it, you can kill it. If you can't beat it, you can run away. Do you know?"

"I know, senior brothers, these senior brothers have already told me." Although Yang Cong said this, he still felt very warm in his heart.

"Okay, I still have something to do, so I won't give it to you. Let your junior nephews see you off." Jiu Jianxian waved his hand and turned around and left.

This is how Brother Jiujianxian is like, very casual, coming and going all depends on your mood.

It is precisely because of this that Yang Cong has the best relationship with the Jiu Jianxian.

"Uncle Master, go all the way."

Hundreds of nephews were saying goodbye to Yang Cong.

But what he said made Yang Cong's head dark: "I said you...oh... forget it."

Yang Cong waved his hand, not wanting to say anything more.

He directly pulled out the long sword behind him, threw it out, and walked down from the sword.

It is very difficult to go down or climb up Shushan. People who do not know the magic of immortals are basically impossible to come.

After going down to Shushan, the first place Yang Cong went to was Chang'an.

Chang'an is the place that Yang Cong thought about for ten years.

Just kidding, Yang Cong has never been to the ancient capital of all dynasties in his previous life, so he has to go and have fun in this life.

Flying with the sword, it was not long before it arrived in Chang'an.

When we entered Chang'an, a prosperous scene came into our eyes.
Chapter completed!