Chapter 446 Tianxuan: In the future, the debate between heaven and man may as well... (Seeking support at the beginning of the month!)

"Greetings, my Lord."

The middle-aged Taoist walked to Tianxuan's side and was ready to bow down.

Tianxuan sent out a force without even turning his head, lifting up his knee which was about to fall, unwilling to accept his gift.

"Brother Muxuzi." Tianxuan said calmly, "Today, in this inn, I am just a disciple of the Taoist Tian Sect, Tianxuanzi, not the fourth son of the empire: Ying Tianxuan!"

"Yes, you are just Junior Brother Tianxuanzi."

The person who came was the new leader of the Human Sect: Muxuzi. Seeing that Tianxuan was unwilling to accept his gift, Muxuzi showed a hint of gratitude in his eyes and nodded heavily, indicating that he understood.

"Here, it's yours."

After Muxuzi took his seat, Xiaoyu, who was standing by, saw that the person Tianxuan was waiting for had arrived, and very sensibly closed the door. With small steps, like a well-behaved female leopard, she retreated to the backyard of the inn and disappeared beside Tianxuan and the others. After making sure that there was no one around, Xiaomeng threw the sheathed Xueji Sword to Muxuzi.

"Junior Sister Xiaomeng, don't you want it?"

Mu Xuzi held the Xue Ji Sword tightly in his arms, as if he was hugging a beloved lover, but asked this.

"The time for the battle between heaven and man has not yet come," Xiao Meng lowered her head and said calmly, "According to the sect rules, this Xue Ji sword must still be kept by the human sect. When the battle between heaven and man comes, I will take it back."

"Yes, the Xue Ji Sword is indeed only temporarily in our custody." Mu Xuzi smiled bitterly, and when he looked at the young Xiao Meng, despair from the bottom of his heart appeared in his eyes.

Family members know their own business. Mu Xuzi knew very well that although he was older than Xiaomeng, if they fought, Xiaomeng could kill him in three moves at most. In addition, Xiaomeng was so young. Even if the Ren Sect could receive a disciple as talented as Xiaomeng, Xue Jijian would stay in the Tian Sect for at least 20 to 30 years.

"Brother Muxuzi, Sister Xiaomeng." Tianxuan swallowed the last mouthful of soup in the bowl and raised his sword-like eyebrows. "Regarding the debate between heaven and man, I have a suggestion."

"The competition between the leaders of the Tianren and Ren sects alone can only test the martial arts of the two leaders, but cannot reflect the strength of the two sects. In my opinion, it is better to change the future Tianren debate to a best-of-three contest. The Tianren and Ren sects will each send out three disciples under the age of thirty to compete in martial arts.

The one who wins more will be the winner of the battle between heaven and man, and will hold the Xue Ji Sword and the Taoist secret treasure. In order to avoid damaging the harmony, the three battles will be judged by the heads and elders of the two sects of heaven and man, how about it? "

"Junior Brother Tianxuan is right. I agree."

Although Mu Xuzi didn't know why Tianxuan, a disciple of Tianzong, would make such a suggestion that was clearly biased towards Renzong, he was not so stupid as to kick away the ladder that was delivered to his feet. As soon as Tianxuan finished speaking, Mu Xuzi expressed his agreement.

"That's a good idea," Xiao Meng said with a smile on her face. "But, if I remember correctly, I don't seem to be thirty years old this year, not even twenty!"

At the end, Xiaomeng's eyes were full of meaning.

"Junior Sister Xiaomeng, even if you participate, my Human Sect will definitely lose one game, but there are still two games left!" Mu Xuzi said helplessly.

"Then it's settled." Tianxuan said, "In the future, the battle between the gods and humans will still be held at the Guanmiao Terrace on Mount Taiyi, and the battle will still be for the Xueji Sword and the Taoist secret treasure, but the two sect leaders will be replaced by three disciples from the two sects who are all under the age of 30. This way, there is no need to damage the harmony between the two sects, and it can also train the disciples in the sect."

"Oh, right." Seeing that Xiao Meng and Mu Xuzi had approved of his suggestion, Tian Xuan's face showed a hint of longing, and he said faintly, "How has the mountain been during this period?"

"Everything is fine." Muxuzi looked at Tianxuan with gratitude, "Junior Brother Tianxuan, your book Honghuang has really helped my Taoist sect gain many disciples. Tao is the root of all things. The immortal Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, Taishang Laojun, is the founder of my Taoism, Laozi. The good corpse slashed by the great god Pangu, Hongjun Daozu, has passed down three thousand great ways. Everything originates from Tao, which is really a great help to my Taoism."

Xiao Meng smiled and said, "Brother, before I went down the mountain, several new disciples pestered me and asked me which realm I was in among the four realms of refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness, and refining emptiness into the Dao?"

"That's good."

Tianxuan knew very well that in this era, a book like Honghuang, which constructed a complete mythological system and was clearly organized, had great power. In particular, he intentionally left blank at the end, and did not explain the identities of the reincarnations of Haotian God and Yaochi Jinmu who came down to the world to reincarnate and experience tribulations.

Tianxuan could imagine that in the years to come, there would be many people who would rebel under the banner of being the reincarnation of Lord Haotian and Queen Mother of the West!

This is also a small gift he left for the future.

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call!call!call!
When Xiao Yu retreated and returned to the backyard, she did not see Cook Ding immediately. Heavy breathing like thunder echoed in the backyard, like a fat pig tied up and waiting to be slaughtered. Immediately, Xiao Yu followed the sound and finally saw Cook Ding, who usually took good care of her, in the kitchen.

At this moment, Cook Ding was no longer his usual cheerful and generous self. He slumped in front of the stove, sweating all over and breathing heavily.

When Xiao Yu came over, Pao Ding naturally saw her as well.

As if frightened, Cook Ding looked at the child standing beside him with complicated eyes, as if he had just met her today. On the contrary, Xiao Yu, who went to work in this inn under the pseudonym Shi Lan, also looked at Cook Ding with a serious look. The two, one big and one small, who were equally important, just stared at each other silently for a long time without saying a word.

"Xiao Yu, what are you waiting for?"

I don't know how long it took, until a cluster of flames splashed out from the fire pit and fell on the trouser leg of Cook Ding, causing pain in his leg. After hurriedly putting out the flames, Cook Ding got up from the ground, a sneer on his face, and said to Xiao Yu.

"Hurry up and call your Lord's men to capture me!"

At the end of his speech, Cook Ding straightened his neck, as if ready to be slaughtered.

Xiao Yu and Pao Ding have lived together for several months. Although they have not said anything to each other, both Xiao Yu and Pao Ding know that their identities are not simple. Although Pao Ding is a chef, he is definitely not an ordinary cook; Xiao Yu works in the inn to make a living, but she is not an ordinary orphan who has lost her relatives.

"Boss, please rest assured."

Faced with Pao Ding's resistance, Xiao Yu, who had benefited from him during this period, felt pain in his heart.

"I will not tell you everything I experienced in the inn, no matter what I saw or heard."

"Why?" Pao Ding was very surprised to hear Xiao Yu's words.

Xiao Yu turned his back to Pao Ding and said bitterly, "Because when I left the Lord, he told me that if I couldn't figure out whether I should love him or hate him, I might as well find the answer myself!"

(End of this chapter)