Chapter 1,717 The Dead Sea enlightens the mind and leads to good fortune.
Chapter 1715: Enlightenment in the Dead Sea leads to the original mind, and good luck prevails
"See the light of day again!"
Escape from the Dead Sea and return to the Holy Continent.
When his mouth and nose were filled with fresh air instead of the dirty water of the Dead Sea, Zhu Yiyi couldn't help but roar.
Cool!
So cool!
Every time he comes back after being imprisoned, it always gives people a feeling of "resurrection".
But this time, it felt still heavy.
Zhu Yiyi was born in the Southern Territory and has a strong internal organs. He has experienced everything.
He has been a liar, a robber, a killer, a bounty hunter... he has done all kinds of dirty work as long as it can make his life go smoothly.
He experienced many kinds of dungeons, water dungeons, and stone dungeons, and suffered many punishments.
Without exception, with the Golden Gate stealing skills at his side, he could always escape completely.
If you can live in the light, who would want to live in a dark corner?
Therefore, since Xu Xiaoshou is recognized as the master on Void Island, Zhu Yiyi is really working hard.
He knew that his origin had nothing to do with absolute light, and he would never pass the selection of the Holy Temple.
A relatively righteous person like the Holy Slave, with the Eighth Sword Immortal leading the way, is the best and biggest opportunity he can come into contact with.
He worked so hard that he had sex with the master of the Dao Palace!
Among the spiritual refiners from the Five Regions, especially those from the Southern Region, who doesn’t know what kind of person the Master of the Dao Palace is?
It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a "god" in the mortal world.
This is exactly the case...
Master Shou can't defeat the Taoist Palace Master at all.
On Qingyuan Mountain, as expected, as soon as the master of the mysterious and mysterious Taoist Palace closed his net, he entered the Dead Sea in a daze.
After sitting in water jail so many times, Zhu Yiyi experienced what "despair" means for the first time.
All his little thoughts were hidden under the calculations of the Taoist Palace Master.
While being led by Xi to the Dead Sea, he struggled and tried to save himself, but all his tricks were seen through.
In the Dead Sea, once the forbidden law is enchanted, it becomes a complete waste.
Even those ghost beasts and spirit beasts that are usually looked down upon... they even still have the power of the physical body to use, but the soul refiner has no spirit, and the only difference between him and a corpse is that he can breathe.
Do you regret it?
If you say you don't regret it, you are definitely lying to me.
But from an objective perspective, Zhu Yiyi doesn't think he is wrong.
He knew that no matter how devoutly he repented, he could not do anything for the master of the Holy Temple.
Even if I try my best and exert all my abilities to the extreme, I still can't get into the familiar eyes of the Eight Saint Slaves.
Their subordinates are all moonless and sleeveless.
When you really get down to business, you play cards one by one, all with the prefix "Ten Seats".
Zhu Yiyi?
What the hell!
Fighting for Master Shou was the best choice Zhu Yiyi had ever made in his life.
For two months at the Dead Sea, he had been desperate, angry, struggled, exhausted, prayed, and cursed...
By the end, my mind was completely calm.
He only thinks about two things every day, one is whether Master Shou is here, and the other is when will I die.
In two months, Zhu Yiyi had gone through the dirty life of his past more than 20,000 times in his mind, and Zhu Yiyi felt that he was only one and a half saints away from becoming a saint.
His Dao foundation comes from his ancestors.
He is not as vain as Li Fugui who took drugs. He was Taixu through battle. After all kinds of life and death experiences, his Taoist foundation is as solid as a rock.
His mentality could have been a flaw...
But after two months of hard work, the rush of life suddenly slowed down, and Zhu Yiyi realized the truth.
"Life is life, life is life."
"Death is life."
"Those who steal from me will eventually be stolen, and those who take from me will eventually return. This is true for others, and so is our Kinmen monks..."
Facing the wind.
Facing the bleak night.
Zhu Yiyi stood on the top of a messy mountain, opened his arms, and laughed heartily:
"Old man, I didn't understand what you meant before. Is there anyone else who can steal from my Kinmen?"
"Now, I kind of understand."
"Stop your eyes, even though you've already belched your fart..."
Zhu Yiyi laughed loudly as he spoke. He was never a sentimental person, let alone dwell too much on the past.
He is a practical gambler.
The more you can live, the more you earn.
If there is a good thing like a semi-saint falling from the sky occasionally, of course it is not because of any great efforts I have made, but just...
"Luck has gotten better!"
Zhu Yiyi grinned with his teeth grinned, and as he spoke, he clapped his hand, and three copper plates came out on the back of his hand.
All positive.
He smiled, moved his right hand backwards, brought the copper plate to his thumb, and then flicked it upward.
"Zheng!"
The three copper plates flew up and down.
Zhu Yiyi bent one knee, half-sat on the void, placed the ankle of his left foot on his right thigh, and suddenly rolled up his trousers.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three copper plates clattered on the calf of black wool pants. I looked down...
Still positive!
"Woohoo~"
Zhu Yiyi laughed and patted the two copper plates behind his calf, and the first copper plate took off.
He grabbed it, took a breath, rubbed his fingertips, and shouted:
"flower!"
The copper plate disappeared and turned into a beautiful tear of blue rose.
He smiled and patted his calf again. The second coin took off. He grabbed it and rubbed it again:
"radish!"
The copper plate disappears.
A white radish that should have just been unearthed appeared in Zhu Yiyi's hand.
It wasn't over yet. Finally, his calf hit him upwards, and Zhu caught the copper plate as it flew up.
When he turned around, he opened his palms:
"Mirror!"
In his hand, a full-length mirror as tall as a person suddenly appeared, the Preacher Mirror.
Zhu Yiyi laughed loudly.
He grabbed the preaching mirror and pointed it at himself, smoothed his bangs while looking in the mirror, put them next to him, and found a rock to sit down on.
He didn't know what he was thinking.
Suddenly, he looked towards the horizon, the distant horizon.
The scorching eastern sun broke through the sea of clouds and sprinkled a touch of orange, which happened to hit Zhu Yiyi's face.
Zhu Yiyi's whole body shone.
He grabbed the mirror, like a good friend's shoulders, and laughed proudly:
"Hey, I am very lucky today!"
…
"What is he doing?"
There were spiritual refiners from all over the five regions, including people from the four regions, and they couldn't understand what Feng Zhongzui was doing at this moment.
Yes, the mother mirror of the missionary mirror still shows the Dead Sea, but the picture has been reduced to half.
The other half is that after Zhu Yiyi came out of the Dead Sea, another mirror was pointed at him from a distance.
And when the mirror image went wrong at the end, and that crooked face appeared, still stroking his bangs...
As everyone knows, the missionary mirror pointed at Zhu Yiyi was found.
"But why?"
There are still many people who are confused and unable to understand all Zhu Yiyi's actions after leaving the Dead Sea.
Like the wind.
No logic!
"Flowers, radishes, mirrors...do they have any meaning?"
"The Bonus Thief, the intelligence says he knows this 'Golden Gate Stealing Technique'. Is this what 'stealing the sky in exchange for the sun' means?"
"But is there any 'meaning' - locking what he wants to steal and exchanging it with copper coins will give him a certain thing. He can't be gambling, right?"
"Ahaha, that's definitely not the case. How is it possible to steal randomly, and every time you steal it, you will get it?"
"That's not a bet. What is he performing?"
"The performance is unpredictable. He even stole a mirror, which means he knows that there is a missionary mirror filming him. Go to the Dead Sea for a while and see. You may be even crazier than him in mental state!"
"Crazy? How come it doesn't feel like it..."
The Four Realms are still searching for Zhu Yiyi’s intention, even thinking about the profound meaning of “flower”, “radish” and “mirror”.
Little did they know that at that time, there was a certain area where enthusiastic cheers were being staged with Zhu Yiyi's every move.
The sinful land of the Southern Region!
Only people from the Southern Region understand Zhu Yiyi.
Only dead disciples, villains, and slumped corpses can understand everything Zhu Yiyi did after leaving the Dead Sea.
Just like the gentle countryside of Yujing, which reflects the luxurious style of the entire Central Territory, the Southern Territory has been war-torn for years, and no one knows whether they woke up or were sent to another world after a sleep.
Therefore, they pay attention to doing what they think of and living in the present.
Zhu Yiyi is from Tainan Territory!
His character and behavior represent the ultimate in the free and uninhibited style of people from the Southern Territory!
"He's just gambling, a big gamble!"
What to bet on?
Why gamble?
What will happen after all this gambling?
This is a question that people from the other four realms will think about. It is something that overthinking people like Master Shou and Dao Palace Master will consider.
In the eyes of people from the Southern Territory, there are not so many problems.
People from the Southern Territories never think about this. They only know that if they want to do that at that time, just do it and that's it!
When Zhu Yiyi used a copper plate, called "flower" and rubbed out flowers.
Represented by the Dead Apostles at the first viewing platform in Fengjia City, cheers erupted.
Everyone is celebrating, celebrating the correct bet.
Maybe it's for something else, no one knows, but it's just a celebration.
When Zhu Yiyi called out the carrot again and stole the carrot, someone came on stage and performed a blood-escape race walking around the viewing platform for seven times.
Why blood escape?
Why race walking?
Why seven circles, not six circles, nor eight circles?
None of the Dead Apostles at the scene pursued these "whys". They only knew that the scene became even more heated due to the seven laps of the Blood Escape Race.
They cheered one by one, staring at the Feng family who emerged from the mud unsullied.
Some dead disciples even threw shoes on the stage to express their respect for Zhu Yiyi who won two consecutive bets in the picture.
And when the last wave of calls came for the mirror to come, the scene was completely unable to hold back and was completely blown away.
Is it possible to win the missionary mirror?
Among the instructions given to Zhu Yiyi by Master Shou from the Dead Sea was to find a missionary mirror after leaving the Dead Sea...
This kind of achievement takes no effort at all. When you have won two consecutive bets and there is a very small chance of winning a third time, it is simply not too satisfying!
"Flowers, radishes, mirrors..."
People who have lived in the sinful soil of the Southern Territory all their lives will not think about the fact that flowers represent dreams, radishes represent life, and the mirror may represent the road to the unknown, or it may be a tool to see one's true heart and path clearly.
They never think so much, they only know...
Flowers are flowers.
A radish is a radish.
The most the mirror has is a name, it's called the preaching mirror.
And the last sentence, "I have good luck today," is like sprinkling boiling oil on a fish that has been cut and steamed.
Whether it tastes good or not is another matter. Watching the oil boiling in places other than the pot makes people feel particularly satisfied.
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"I……"
"Where's my mission mirror?"
Feng Xiaoshuang stared blankly at the dirty copper coin in her hand, her beautiful eyes filled with astonishment.
Suddenly disappeared!
This copper coin suddenly appeared!
There were no signs, no magical skills, no fluctuations in ancient swordsmanship...
Not long ago, he received the order from his old family master. After broadcasting the Five Decline of Heaven and Man from the Western Region, he had no time to rest and rushed to the Holy Mountain without stopping.
This Zhu Yin has not even started to spread yet. The preaching mirror is missing?
"wrong."
Feng Xiaoshuang quickly realized that the preaching mirror was most likely lost to Feng Zhongzui Mao, because at the end there was a faint sound coming from the picture in the mirror... Mirror?
Then I still have to meet him head-on?
Feng Xiaoshuang felt a little uneasy.
Taking photos of Mr. Shou is very simple, just bring someone with you. At least Mr. Shou won't mess with his own people. This is a good job, let that guy Feng Zhongzui get it.
Take a shot of Zhu Yiyi...
This is an evil cultivator from the Southern Region, and his temperament is even more unstable.
My appearance is quite good, and my figure is even better. Could it be that he has a crush on me?
"Boom!"
Look up into the distance.
Dark clouds gather in the distant sky, hinting that the holy tribulation is about to take shape.
…
"Not the time."
Shortly after the sun rose over the sea of clouds, Zhu Yiyi's mind became clear, and Shengjie actually came to the door on his own.
This is not a good time to survive a catastrophe!
Master Shou's mission has not been completed yet, and according to Master Shou's previous instructions, where is the dog?
At this moment, a plump fairy came from the south with a sword. When he landed in front of him, he took a closer look...
The appearance is also good!
She is definitely not a dog!
A smile broke out on Zhu Yiyi's face, he turned his head and said to the preaching mirror: "It seems that not only good luck is at hand, Uncle Zhu is also blessed with great luck!"
After Feng Xiaoshuang landed, her heart skipped a beat when she heard the sound, and she said with an unnatural expression:
"Hello, Senior Zhu, I am Preaching Mirror..."
Ga?
Feng Xiaoshuang was stunned.
Zhu Yiyi was also stunned.
The spectators in front of the Five Realms Mirror burst into laughter.
Feng Xiaoshuang is not of the younger generation, and there are many people in the southern region who know him.
Strictly speaking, she is of the Mesozoic generation, but she is not yet at the level and age of the Ten Lords.
He is Feng Xiaose's peer who was also sentenced to leave the Feng family and join the Xuyue Gray Palace.
They are about the same age, neither above nor below, and both are at the level of Xiao Kongtong and Zhu Yiyi.
The combat power is also pretty good.
At least the Xiao generation from the Feng family can show his face and won't be too weak.
Logically speaking, she can be treated as a peer.
Calling "Senior Zhu" at this moment is probably giving face to Master Shou, his semi-saint status, and the holy calamity that just passed by in a flash.
"Hello, missionary mirror."
Zhu Yiyi successfully took over the role of the holder of the preaching mirror, turned the mirror and pointed it at the preaching mirror.
The woman who claimed to be a missionary mirror turned red:
"No, I mean..."
It seemed that Gu Jianxiu couldn't stand being photographed by the preaching mirror.
She couldn't even speak anymore, and the movements she took out the coins in her hand became extremely unnatural, or artificial:
"I mean, the preaching mirror is mine. Senior, you have lost your copper plate, and it is here with me..."
"This is not my coin, what I lost is the Lingque." Zhu Yiyi was too familiar with teasing women from good families.
"Hmm."
The corners of Feng Xiaoshuang's mouth twitched, and there was an expression on her face that wanted to explode but didn't dare. The missionary mirror was capturing it.
grace.
Be elegant.
If you want to have the demeanor of our Feng family, you can't follow Feng Zhongzui and Feng Tiantian, who are like newborn calves and bears!
"Haha, is this it?" Feng Xiaoshuang actually found a piece of spiritual palace.
Zhu Yiyi didn't answer, and put on a subtle smile on his face, "I also lost a daughter-in-law, and she had a spirit palace on her body."
"?"
Feng Xiaoshuang's eyebrows stood up, her whole body was full of sword intent, and she suddenly pulled out the sword from her waist.
"I'm giving you shame!"
She suddenly jumped up and struck the preaching mirror with her big sword.
This scared not only Zhu Yiyi, but all the spectators in the five regions were shocked. This woman...
"Climb for me!"
The big sword touches the face directly from top to bottom.
At the same time as he raised his sword, the void behind Feng Xiaoshuang cracked.
The golden Ten Thousand Swords are generated, and the aura and coercion can temporarily suppress the enemy into confusion.
Absolute empire!
But how can Zhu Yiyi be a young and fledgling young man?
He has seen many big scenes, including Taoist palace masters, so how could he be impressed by this mere ancient swordsmanship?
"Zheng."
A flick of a copper plate at the fingertips.
Feng Xiaoshuang struck down with his sword and his hand was empty.
She was originally holding a big sword in both hands, but suddenly she was holding a copper plate and threw herself towards Zhu Yiyi.
"You are too wild. Uncle Zhu doesn't like it. Uncle Zhu likes someone who is as gentle as water."
The sword in his hand actually appeared in Zhu Yiyi's hand.
When this guy moved his hand, he showed no mercy and pierced Feng Xiaoshuang's chest with his sword.
"puff!"
The preaching mirror was sprayed with blood.
This blood seemed to be smeared on the faces of people in the five regions, making everyone confused.
"what happened?"
"Why did Feng Xiaoshuang's sword appear in... changing the world?"
This is so weird!
If we say that copper plates were exchanged for flowers, radishes, and mirrors before, everyone would not take it seriously and could not see the reason behind it.
Changing swords before a battle is even more deadly than pulling firewood from the bottom of the cauldron!
Zhu Yiyi raised his foot and gave Feng Xiaoshuang a violent kick. His sword guard pressed against Feng Xiaoshuang's chest, almost crushing her until she was deformed.
The piercing force even kicked Feng Xiaoshuang hundreds of feet through the air, and the sword that came out from his back smashed the huge rocks in the mountain in one stroke.
"puff!"
Feng Xiaoshuang was in pain and spurted out another mouthful of blood, but it was impossible for her to fall down due to this injury.
She suddenly pulled out the sword from her chest, her eyes turned bloodthirsty scarlet, "Okay, okay..."
It looks like a sleeping lion awakening.
The five regions did not expect to see Zhu Yiyi and Feng Xiaoshuang before fighting against their beloved dog, and they all looked forward to it.
At this moment...
With a snap, Zhu Yiyi kicked him down.
The front of the preaching mirror was pressed to the ground, and the screen went black.
"What's going on?" Something went wrong again at the critical moment, and the spectators from the five regions screamed and stood up:
"Feng Zhongzui, what are you doing for food? Your hands are shaking?"
"What about my picture? I, Huayuelou, will treat you to a drink. What picture can't I see?"
"It's fallen over. The mirror has fallen over. Help it. Someone... Feng Zhongzui, hurry up and help it!"
…
"Zhu Yiyi, I will chop you up!"
Mixed in with the heated discussions in the five realms was Feng Xiaoshuang's roar of the Hedong lion, accompanied by the sound of swords tearing through the wind.
Can't see it!
The screen can’t be seen at all!
No one knew why the picture was suddenly blocked from viewing. Even the people in the Southern Territory had questions about why...
Just then, there was a "clang" sound.
Everyone knows this sound, it is the sound of coins being thrown up, followed by Zhu Yiyi’s voice:
"Purple."
brush.
The five realms fell silent for an instant.
Everyone held their breath, and their eyes were as wide as bells.
"ah--"
The next breath, the sword clanged chaotically.
Feng Xiaoshuang's frightened scream sounded out.
At this time, the five regions were completely boiling, and everyone rushed to the stage desperately, shaking the preaching mirror wildly, as if they wanted to shake the black screen away, or shake them to death in the wind.
"Show me!"
"Is there anything I can't see?"
"Zhu Yiyi, please put up the mirror for me!"
"Ah ah ah, Zhu Yiyi, Senior Zhu, Master Zhu... you come to replace Feng Zhongzui, you are the one who knows how to do it, I will give you a copper plate, and we will support you as the king of preaching, just show it to me ah ah ah
!”
…
"Zhu Yiyi, I will kill you!"
In the black picture, Feng Xiaoshuang's heart-rending murderous intent could be clearly heard in the five realms.
At this moment, everyone wants to kill Zhu Yiyi even more than Feng Xiaoshuang!
Because after the "Zheng" sound, this guy's faint voice sounded again:
"A set? I like pieces."
ah--
The scream coming from the preaching mirror is a reflection of what everyone in the five regions is feeling at this moment.
Show me.
Zhu Yiyi, please, I want to see it.
…
Zheng!
"Your shoelaces are loose."
…
Zheng!
"So is the belt."
…
Zheng!
"It's the scent of roses, and..."
…
Zheng!
"Rolled."
…
The copper plate didn't jingle for many times, but the five regions felt that a long spring and autumn had passed.
Where is Zhu Yiyi Taixu?
His skills are unfathomable, okay!
In comparison, being drunk in the wind is nothing, and the things captured by the preaching mirror Master Zhu stepped on were much better than what he could do seriously.
As the preaching mirror flickered, the picture became bright again.
In the distance, Feng Xiaoshuang, whose chest was stained with blood red, was huddled by the stone, holding a sword, with anger gushing out from his face.
"I have to get down to business and count the numbers. I'll return the missionary mirror to you."
As soon as the mirror flew away, everyone in the five realms fell into Feng Xiaoshuang's hands without hearing a single rebellious word.
Finished?
Is this all?
As for the war, there is still one less battle between you!
"You are neither the Eighth Sword Immortal nor the First Sword Immortal, but the era of ancient sword cultivators has long since declined."
Mr. Zhu in the mirror is condescending.
This sentence almost belittled the entire Feng family.
But even after such a sentence full of ridicule, Feng Xiaoshuang did not say more or even half a sentence, but only shook her hands slightly.
There is no more fighting.
Really no more.
Just now, what happened to them!
Mr. Zhu seemed to realize that something was wrong, and hesitated for a moment: "I was just joking..."
No response.
The mirror image trembled.
"You should be someone who can joke..." At this point, Zhu Yiyi thought of the big sword that suddenly rose up just now, "...right?"
Behind the mirror invisible to the world, Zhu Yiyi suddenly saw the preaching mirror wiping the corners of his eyes.
ah?
This big girl...
No, I just loosened your shoelaces, belt, and smoothed two of your hairs. Why are you crying!
Zhu Yiyi can't stand it anymore.
But he was determined not to apologize. He raised his eyes from side to side and slid back. He simply couldn't see and was not bothered. He looked up at the sky and began to count: