Chapter 1565: The plan is in Xu Palace and the plan is in familiarity, and the sky is unchanging and adaptable
quiet!
Extremely quiet!
In a dark room with only a little light coming from the cracks in the window, which could vaguely illuminate the floating mist, two large barrels were placed side by side, and the steaming hot steam evaporated the pungent smell of medicine.
"cough……"
Not long after, a cough broke the silence, and the sound of bubbles spitting out from the medicine bucket on the right came out:
"Sure enough, Bai Zhou took action and committed suicide."
"It can be seen that Ba Zunzhen understands that he does not want to cooperate, and Xu Xiaoshou does not want to cooperate either."
"Most of the creatures in this world are like this. Between the choices of one and two, they always want to make a third choice."
"As everyone knows, they can never escape the fate behind them."
There was a splash of water, and the liquid medicine splashed out of the barrel turned into paper cranes after falling to the ground.
After the paper crane moved forward on the ground for a certain distance, it was spread out into a blank square paper, unable to be spread on the ground.
A figure emerged from the medicine barrel.
He turned to the left and placed his hands on the edge of the barrel, as if he wanted to support the weight of his body and raise his head.
To no avail.
He could only hang himself by his armpits first and let his upper body flow down naturally. When his waist was stuck on the edge of the wall, his upper body was as soft as paper and fell to the outer wall of the barrel.
When his head was about to hit the ground and stop, he said with a smile:
"You think so?"
Bobo…
Several blisters were also spit out from the medicine bucket on the left, and a perfect face with ice-cold muscles and jade bones slowly emerged from the water.
Just when he brushed his wet hair with his hands like this, his cheeks became more pink and delicate than the skin of a human baby.
Dao Qiongcang pushed his long hair back and forward over his left chest, took a deep breath of hot air full of medicinal fragrance, with a look of intoxication on his face, closed his eyes and sighed:
"The Southern Territory is indeed a fertile land..."
On the right, the limp figure folded on the edge of the medicine barrel smiled again:
"According to your vision, the most enchanting Tianjihua has bloomed all over the mountains and plains in the sinful land of the Southern Territory."
"Fertile soil."
"Oh, yes, there was a slip of the tongue... The fertile soil of the Southern Territory."
The room was quiet for a while, and then the soft man asked again: "Have you met the leader of the Saint Slave?"
"Yes, we have been together for a while, and we get along well..." Dao Qiongcang thought for a moment, opened his eyes and smiled, "It's very harmonious."
"Are they going to Xuyue Gray Palace?"
"Exactly."
"They went to Xuyue Gray Palace once before. Palace Master Baizhou was still wary and did not agree to cooperate. Now that Palace Master Baizhou is not here, they still go to Xuyue Gray Palace..."
"Very good, what's the reason?"
The soft man paused for a moment, and seeing that the question had no results, he could only say: "I guess they are planning to commit the following crime."
"Hahaha……"
Dao Qiongcang laughed loudly, waved his hands for a long time and said: "Don't use these four-character words in the future... The plan of the Eight Masters is really to get along with the main war faction and the conservative faction first, so as to force Bai Zhou to bow his head."
"Why, don't they have a master?"
"You have to think from this perspective. He, the Eight Masters, has already failed once. This time, no accident is allowed to happen. And I, Xu Xiaoshou..." Dao Qiongcang narrowed his eyes, "It was too unexpected."
"so?"
"So when we meet again, he must be fully confident, divide all the constraints equally, and get back the city he lost more than thirty years ago."
After a pause, Dao Qiongcang shook hands and said, "How can something tied by a rope be as sure as something held in the hand?"
After speaking, Dao Qiongcang seemed to be unaccustomed to saying something so clearly.
Looking at the fist clenched in the air, a look of hatred quickly appeared on his face. He puffed up his chest fiercely, punched his fist, and stood up from the medicine bucket:
"This time..."
His momentum suddenly stopped.
After putting the exposed thumb inside his fist, he continued to shout passionately into the air:
"I will take back all that I have lost!"
"..."
The closed room was a bit embarrassingly quiet.
Dao Qiong's peripheral vision glanced at the soft man who could only stare at the wall of the barrel in a daze. He pursed his lips and sat back down in the liquid.
"Situ..."
no respond.
Dao Qiongcang paused: "Nangong has skills!"
"Huh?" The soft man responded, as if he wanted to raise his head, but he didn't seem to have the strength as he was still half-immersed in the bucket.
"I also want to go to Xuyue Gray Palace. Do you think the Eight Masters have left there?"
"Maybe?"
"Don't you know how to count?" Dao Qiongcang was annoyed, "When you came to the fertile land of the Southern Territory, have you also been infected with the decadent will here?"
"Well……"
"Are you a goose too?"
The soft man who was called Nangong Youshu really didn't know where he offended Dao Qiongcang. He slithered back into the medicine like a snake and said, "I came to the Southern Territory, but I was never idle for a moment."
Before Dao Qiongcang could open his mouth, he continued to curse.
Nangong Youshu emerged from the liquid and handed over a roll of crumpled, dry paper: "This is a propaganda leaflet."
Dao Qiongcang raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
"It was stained with the storyteller's saliva, and it was unsuspecting."
Dao Qiongcang's eyes flashed and he took a picture of the crumpled paper. Sure enough, there was some original saliva on it, which seemed to still retain its temperature.
"I don't know what this can do for you, but I feel that it should be useful." Nangong Youshu raised his head and then retracted.
"Only for storytellers?"
Dao Qiongcang looked back and asked, the eight masters are now a piece of rotten wood, but they always have to be accompanied by someone when they enter the Southern Territory.
Since Nangong Youshu met the storyteller, he got his bodily fluids without the other party noticing.
So, is there a possibility...
"Here."
The soft man stretched out his hand and handed over a hand that was severed at the wrist.
Dao Qiongcang's pupils opened, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face, "You cut off the hands of the Eight Masters?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that this was too dreamy and unrealistic.
Because that palm clearly has five fingers.
"This is my hand." Nangong Youshu said.
What do I need your hands for... If ordinary people were afraid of saying this bluntly, Dao Qiongcang just looked forward to it with twinkling eyes.
Nangong Youshu obviously also inherited the essence of selling off people. After hesitating and talking about him for a long time, Dao Qiongcang heard what he wanted to hear most:
"It is also the hand that is about to touch the Eight Masters."
Dao Qiongcang opened his chest, took out an exquisite azure jade box, threw away the saliva flyer, put the severed hand into the box as if it were a treasure, closed the lid, and put it back into his chest.
Then he raised his head: "Well done!"
A smile appeared on Nangong Youshu's face.
It is rare to hear such pure and absolute praise from my father.
He clearly remembered that since he was born, his father had the strictest requirements for him.
He praised himself six times in total, four of which were "not bad" and two of which were "ok."
Nangong Youshu once thought that his father had not learned the word "very good", and that it was more difficult than the Thirty-Six Forms of Tianji.
It seems that I just haven't done enough in the past.
"You have traveled with the Eight Masters before. Isn't it very simple to get similar items?" Nangong Youshu asked doubtfully.
"It's different." Dao Qiongcang shook his head slowly, "There's a huge difference between the alert and the unguarded. He guarded me... more strictly than guarded Hua Chang."
"How do you plan to use it?" Nangong Youshu was curious.
"Tianji,..."
"I got this for you!"
"Okay." Dao Qiongcang nodded with satisfaction, indicating that the threat was in place, and then changed his explanation, "Actually, it may not be used, and I hope it won't be used."
Nangong Youshu felt that he heard something, but also felt that he heard nothing. In desperation, he could only return to the topic:
"Do you want to go to Xuyue Gray Palace? Counting the time, Bazunzun has almost left... What are you going to do there?"
"What do you think?"
"It seems like I'm asking you?"
"But I want to test you."
"Hmm... you also want to cooperate with Xu Yue Huigong?"
"Inaccurate."
"You want to destroy their cooperation with Ba Zunzhen?"
"Not accurate either."
"you……"
"This is not suitable for elimination. You should take all factors into consideration, such as Bai Zhou is not at home, Ba Zunzhen may have reached cooperation with both factions, and the variables that will arise if Xu Xiaoshou returns, etc."
Nangong Youshu was silent now.
He thought his father was just acting on a whim.
I wanted to go to Xuyue Gray Palace, just because Bazunji also went there.
This is not impossible - outsiders think he is serious, but in fact his father has always been very playful, he is just a child.
He never thought that this was a big game, and he must have been planning it for a long time!
After thinking hard for a while, Nangong Youshu spit out one word:
"Taobu?"
Dao Qiongcang smiled and said nothing, got up from the medicine bucket and walked out, put on white clothes, opened the door barefoot and walked out of the room:
"Time is up."
"Next time, remember to take into account the location of the conversation between you and me, as well as the fact that the Tianji Divine Sect has grown stronger."
"I don't like to say things a second time, and of course, I don't like to do the same things again."
Crunch…
The door is closed.
Nangong Youshu stared blankly at the empty medicine bucket.
He didn't know where he angered his father again, why did he leave so suddenly, because...
A word of "Taobu"?
Soaking in the medicine bucket, Nangong Youshu thought for a long time, and could only remember that the key to the problem was the only real person in the Taoist Department.
"That's right. Although Xuanji Half-Saint burned himself out after taking office, it is also true that he interrupted his father's plan."
"I'm afraid the Tao Ministry incident will have a big impact on her."
Compared to himself, Nangong Youshu felt that Dao Qiongcang's love for Yu Zhiwen was more like a father's love.
He would make her happy as a baby; he would teach her to grow as a girl; he would guide her mentally and praise her progress, although sometimes in an alternative way...
But at least, that is one of the few genuine, non-calculating concerns from the "Dao Qiong Cang"!
The "Tao Ministry" matter, which had been planned for so many years, could have ended successfully and at the same time become a teaching that would have a more stimulating significance for her.
However, due to some force majeure factors, at an inopportune time and in an inopportune way, it was severely torn apart.
This directly has the opposite effect, like tearing open a scar, which should be very painful.
"He also feels guilty because of this, right?"
But Yu Zhiwen is too young to affect the overall situation, and she is not his real daughter.
In the current overall situation, he simply does not have much time or thought to repair or compensate for the relationship.
However, if you don't compensate, the thing will be like a thin thorn pricking your finger. It's too small to be checked, and it will cause pain and discomfort occasionally.
Nangong Youshu thought for a while, then directly pressed out the communicator next to his ear:
"Check the Taoist leader Yu Zhiwen and find out her current whereabouts..."
"No, it's all the information!"
…
Walking out of the narrow cave, I stopped and looked back at the sky.
There is a plaque hanging on the cave, which reads "Tianji Shenjiao" in four crooked characters.
Yes, this is the headquarters of the Tianji Divine Sect, the largest emerging force in the Southern Territory.
There are actually only four real core people.
The leader, Nangong Youshu, talks about the sky, and Wei Feng and Gou Wuyue, who are already a little impatient because they can't squeeze into the cave, are waiting outside.
"Have you chatted?" Gou Wuyue leaned against the tree. When she saw someone coming out, she held her sword and raised her eyes.
He was very direct before he was crazy: "I really can't imagine that we can completely change to a better place. What's going on?"
He pointed at the dilapidated cave entrance, "Don't the Tianji Divine Sect have a luxurious headquarters, as well as various elders, protectors, and worshippers..."
Wei Feng longed for the long-lost life in the world of martial arts. The future that the person in front of him had described to him clearly sounded very luxurious.
Dao Qiongcang shook his head at this time: "Although the five regions are large, this is the only place we have a foothold." He pointed at his feet.
Then he looked at Wei Kuang: "After the flowers bloom, they will also wither, which is all false."
Seeing that the first two people disagreed, Dao Qiongcang didn't say anything more. He waved his hand and was about to propose a trip to Xuyue Gray Palace.
At this moment, his ears twitched, his eyes narrowed, and he looked into the distance, "Finally..."
"Finally what?" Wei crazy stepped forward.
"Someone is looking for me." Dao Qiongcang squinted his eyes and couldn't see the person's face clearly. After thinking about it, he said, "I need to leave for a while."
"Where are you going?" Gou Wuyue frowned.
"Go to a place closer to him."
"What about us?"
"Relatively speaking, it's naturally a little further away."
"That's not what I meant, I meant..."
"Wait."
"Waiting again?"
"If you can keep up, you can follow."
…
The Secret Realm of Four Symbols.
"laugh!"
In a fight that was still at a stalemate, the opponent suddenly gave the bald boy a blow and sent him flying.
It is the middle and late stages of the trial, and those who can enter the Holy Palace are basically selected from those who are still working hard to move forward.
At this time, it is rare for the two sides to still have such a disparity in combat power.
Once the opponent left, there was no one around.
The bald boy put down his sword, knelt on one knee, offered his hands as a sacrifice, and chanted loudly:
"Great God's Art!"
Buzz…
Invisible waves surge.
The bald boy's head opened, and a figure in white clothes and bare feet slowly walked out of it.
He was dressed casually and no longer looked like Tianji Sinan. He even wore a white shirt and had no other decorations on his body. Even his black hair was spread down to the back of his waist.
"Great Blessing Technique."
After landing, he just casually raised his hand behind him. The bald boy who was about to disintegrate was successfully repaired and came back to his senses.
After trembling violently, the young man stared blankly at the empty front, not knowing what had happened.
Soon he stood up, found what he had been fighting for half his life for, and punched heavily:
"Ha! This time, I must join the Holy Palace!"
…
Under the Black Water Stream, at the entrance of the corridor at the Ranming ruins, a figure in white appeared at the right time.
"Or not?"
Until we got here, we were so close to the Ranming ruins, and Dao Qiongcang still couldn't see the man's face clearly.
He frowned, his right thumb kept pinching, and his knuckles shone like gold.
"lucky!"
But how could he ask himself to enter the Ranming ruins if it was a good omen?
This place is very evil. He had calculated it a few years ago. It was a dangerous place that was much scarier than Void Island.
In such a dangerous place, it was the best place to arrange the Eight Masters, and he didn't want to go in.
Otherwise, at that time, he would not have deliberately avoided the pull of the God-Slaying Officer and hid on the ladder to let Ai Cangsheng face the danger first.
now……
Ji Ou asked himself to meet people.
But the condition for meeting that person is that he must first enter the fierce Ranming ruins?
"interesting."
The corners of Dao Qiongcang's lips curled up, and the black hair that had eloped with the wind was brushed over his temples and tucked behind his ears, and he made another hexagram.
Still good luck!
"If the best comes, the best will come..."
Dao Qiongcang stopped his steps and didn't want to move forward.
It's not like he only has to enter the game with his real body.
On the contrary, he is a person who respects fate and destiny, and is also a very patient person.
He can probably guess what's going on at the Ranming Ruins... or the God's Ruins now?
"Too empty and not involved. Among the semi-saints, there are only a few who have left my mark."
"And there are only a handful of people who can hurt a semi-saint and touch my brand."
"Lock Xu Xiaoshou first."
"Very good, if it's him, as long as it doesn't hurt Dazai Ci, I don't have to meet anyone else..."
After thinking for a while, Dao Qiongcang came to some understanding.
Accidents often happen when you least expect them to happen.
Thinking about the worst case scenario, Dazai Ci is gone now, Xu Xiaoshou is exposed to the secret of Beihuai, and even his own...
Another hexagram!
Dao Qiongcang lowered his eyes and recited the hexagram in a deep voice:
"lucky."
This is so interesting.
Unless a high-level holy emperor or an ancestral god, who can interfere with his hexagram?
And even the power of guidance could not prevent me from discovering the root cause three times...
In other words, there is indeed some auspiciousness in it.
Those who respect the secrets too much will often develop into those who are afraid of the secrets over time.
Dao Qiongcang is not that kind of person. He certainly knows that choosing to retreat at the moment is the safest and most life-saving decision.
But in addition to "retreating", there is not the only way to "advance".
"wait!"
Dao Qionghang waited outside the Yongdao entrance of Ranming ruins with his sleeves down, transforming into a stone sculpture.
He is a romantic person.
He left many "treasures" to this world.
When outsiders touch these treasures, sometimes they will get a response, sometimes they will get a joke, sometimes they will get a surprise prize...
Dao Qiongcang knows that most people who rely on their own efforts to reach a certain secret will not decisively choose to skip it.
Why curiosity killed the cat?
Because the nature of human beings is to explore the unknown.
Don't retreat or advance, and wait for the person who touches the surprise to make a decision whether to open up the surprise or stay away from the surprise.
"And I remain unchanged in response to all changes."