As soon as he arrived at Jise Peak of Luopo Mountain, Chen Ping'an woke up. He was in Baiyu Square of Zushi Hall. Ning Yao helped him up and stood on the railing together.
The moonlight is quiet, the green mountains are dripping green, and the clouds are as misty as pancakes. Perhaps it is because of the state of mind, it seems that the world has never been so peaceful.
Ning Yao intentionally did not settle down on Jiling Peak, and asked in his heart: "What happened just now?"
It seemed like he was sleeping too full. Chen Ping'an was still a little drowsy at this moment. He reached out and rubbed his eyes, and said, "In a trance, he seemed to have seen a lot of amazing people."
Ning Yao mistakenly thought it was several world-wide communication, which made Chen Ping'an see the truth similar to "Tao" or "ancestral land". He was a little curious and said, "What does it mean?"
Chen Ping'an shook his head and asked, "How are you?"
Ning Yao stopped asking anything and rolled his eyes and said, "What do you think I can do?"
Chen Ping'an whispered: "I think I can have two wedding banquets in a row."
Ning Yao blushed slightly.
Chen Ping'an reached out and rubbed her eyebrows gently, and asked with a distressed heart: "Is that okay?"
Ning Yao said: "It's okay, at most it's just to re-educate and warm up for decades."
Chen Ping'an asked softly: "How are Xiaomo and Xie Gou?"
Ning Yao said: "It's okay. On the surface, Xie Gou is a little worse. Three 'sankan's Taoism' have dispersed more than 30 ancient Taoist veins and fell to the Nascent Soul realm."
"In fact, Xiao Mo lost more. The flying sword ‘Lotus Si’ of the sky and the star pulled by the flying sword have been broken. It is difficult for him to return to the fourteenth realm."
"It's just that thanking the dog to see the great way between gain and loss."
"Cui Dongshan failed to stop Jiang Shangzhen, but he still sacrificed the willow leaf, which was broken."
Hearing this, Chen Ping'an rubbed his cheeks hard. Perhaps this is the real event of joining the party?
Ning Yao waited for a while, but she didn't wait for the following text. She had to ask, "Isn't there a saying, 'It's all my fault'?"
Chen Ping'an looked refreshed and his eyes were bright, and he smiled and said, "It's not my fault. Who told them to have a mountain master like me?"
He couldn't help but smile and said sarcastically, "Our Palace Master Wu is really a rich man who can keep his income from drought and flood. How to choose a path to the same path is indeed very knowledgeable."
The Yeyou Sword refined from the tip of the Taibai sword and the Dragon Lord's robe have been destroyed.
The sword "Duckweed" that was born from half the Great Wall of Sword Qi and engraved with the words "Thunder Pool" on many cities were gone.
But these two long swords seem to have the best ending like this.
When Chen Ping'an handed the sword, he had two mysterious "inspirations" in his heart. The two swords each had some sword intent, and they went to the first and fifteenth grades on their own.
The natal flying sword "Beidou" has lost its traction with the stars outside the sky, and it is estimated that it will have to travel outside the sky in the future. I just don't know how long it will take to return to the Ascension Realm?
Hearing the sound of people under the cliff, Chen Ping'an lay on the railing, poked his head out and looked at it. He saw four or five "woodsmen" eating midnight snacks near a dark green pool, and pickled vegetables on the bamboo tube rice. They seemed to be cutting wood in the mountains, picking some dead branches, and tied down the mountain together, but in fact they came to the pool to cut a kind of green bamboo, a specialty of down-and-out mountain, and then picked up a bag of stones from the stream. The green bamboo can weave small bamboo baskets and grind them into fan bones. The pebbles are colorful. Although they are not magical things favored by immortals, for ordinary people, selling them secretly in the city is a considerable income.
In recent years, the mountains in the west have changed. When the people who sold their ancestral homes to the small towns of Zhoucheng sold their ancestral homes, most of the young people had lost their property, and caused many elderly people to return to their old business. They either went to Long Kiln to work as kilns for porcelain, or went up the mountain to collect herbs and work in the fields. Especially when the Luopo Mountain has a living place, there are gods. I don’t know who was the first to discover the pools and streams under Jise Peak, which are like an inconspicuous treasure pot. They would pretend to be woodcutters and go to the mountain to "pick money" and travel back and forth.
Ning Yao said in confusion: "It has been like this all these years, don't worry about it?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and shook his head, "At first, Chen Lingjun planned to scare them, but later he found that they were more sensible in their work and never called on friends. They were in groups of people. For many years, they had these familiar faces. At most, there were two or three juniors in the family, so we didn't care much."
Of course, this is true, but it is more because of the "mountain master" that year. He saw a thin boy with a black and coarse cloth in the team. It was probably the first time he did this kind of stealing business. In the winter, he was so nervous that his palms were sweating. Every time the hatchet cut the green bamboo, he would look around. It seemed that every time the bamboo was cut, he would loudly proclaim to the "landlord" of this mountain, that I was stealing something. The boy's panic and embarrassing attitude caused several old men to laugh at him.
If the pool that was secretly spread in private was sunny during the day, the sunlight shone, the golden and blue swaying, and the bizarre, it was indeed somewhat similar to the "Dragon Pond" described in the book of the strange.
The water in the pond is overflowing, and after a long period of years, a stream trough has been created. When it rains heavily in summer, the stream water surges like a yellow dragon breaking through the gorge. The Huaihuang County Chronicle records it is called "Taiping Creek". It is like a green mountain in Bailianjie. The stream does not converge with the Longwei River, and it bypasses the large fields outside the mountain. Every year at dawn in winter, there is white air radius across the water, like a silver dragon. It eventually flows into the Tiefu River.
Chen Ping'an withdrew his gaze, put his sleeves in his hands, took a deep breath, and was overjoyed, "I am now a great monk in the first level."
Ning Yao smiled angrily and said, "Standing at the bottom of the mountain, are you still proud of yourself?"
Chen Ping'an said: "What are you afraid of when a young man learns mountaineering? What's more, the realm of martial arts is still there."
Ning Yao was indeed as Xie Gou joked, and did not know how to comfort others, so he had to whisper: "Only you have a good rest can you practice well."
Chen Ping'an reached out and grabbed Ning Yao's hand and asked, "Please pick it, let's walk from beginning to end along the road that year when we entered the mountain?"
Ning Yao smiled and said, "Okay. But I don't have money to earn you this time."
Chen Ping'an entered the mountains much more than ordinary kiln workers. Summer is better than winter. After all, he can hide in the hot summer. Whenever he is sweating profusely, he gently snatches his clothes and exposed them to the stones, chews dry food alone, hides in the shade of trees by the water, and a pair of straw sandals penetrate into the stream. Is it bitter? Is it free?
Following the mountain road between Jise Peak and Jiling Peak, we walked to the steps together. Ning Yao asked about it during his time. "Taoist Immortal Wei" still couldn't watch the door anymore. Chen Ping'an said that he felt that there was no need for this, and in fact he could take his apprentice to the private temple on Xianghuo Mountain to cultivate a stairs, but what did the Xianwei himself think and whether he would continue to stay at the mountain gate.
Chen Ping'an looked up and gave way to the night sky that gave way to a bright moon. It was May 5th soon.
There are not many people on this side of the steps.
Cui Dongshan and Jiang Shangzhen, with white robe and green robe, stood next to them Wei Yeyou, who did not regard himself as an outsider.
Guo Zhujiu and Pei Qian stood together, and the little boy in green and the girl in pink dress protected the little girl in black in the middle...
Xiao Mo looked gentle. Xie Gou, who was grimacing, wanted to hold his arm intimately, but was pushed down by the mink hat.
In fact, not to mention Huaying Peak and Yingyu Peak, they didn’t know what was going on. Even the Piyun Mountain was still confused, so Wei Bo rushed here to ask what was going on.
But the old scholar was already angry with everyone just now, so he didn't ask more questions. At least he would endure it soon. The green mountains will not change and the green water will not flow in a hurry.
Zhu Lian, under the advice and persuasion of the old scholar, Zhu Lian still covered two layers of skin again.
The Dali Dizhi lineage also happened to "pass" by this mountain, and then Wei Bo invited her to settle down in his own God's Mansion. Zhou Haijing and the others did not have the idea of going to Piyun Mountain. They asked Yeyou God to help him send a few words to Mr. Chen, saying that they had met with Wuzhou and had a good chat. She had returned to Qingming Tianxia to recuperate. If Mr. Chen would visit Qingming Tianxia one day, he could find her to reminisce about the past. The temple was located in the smallest state, and he could just call her name by herself.
Chen Ping'an bowed to the gentleman, and the old scholar gently held the proud disciple's arm, patted the closed disciple's shoulder, and smiled and said, "I can finally be freer."
The old scholar whispered: "In the middle earth Confucian Temple, Master Han was so angry that he whispered 'fuck'. The deputy leader had already gone to the Dashou Dynasty with a dark face."
The teacher and the students took the lead in moving. Chen Ping'an bent down slightly and lowered his head, whispered to his husband. The old scholar nodded and shook his head, but they each had laughter.
Next door, Lu Shen, who returned to the temple from Zhongtu Shenzhou, stood by someone else, no longer Zou Zi, but Liu Xian.
Lu Shen did what he said, and performed with Xiping, the Jingshen in the Confucian Temple, hoping to help Chen Ping'an with his help. Unfortunately, the effect was not obvious, and Lu Shen was still down. If Xiping had not undertaken the suppression of the "shen way", let alone the fall to the immortal, it was a big statement whether Lu Shen could return to the human world. It seems that the Yin-Yang family, the Lu family, has been mainly staying in the Tiandu Peak Temple for a longer period of time.
After stopping, Chen Ping'an looked at them with a bright smile: "You can help me with the rest of the night snack. You have to go to the capital and finish the matter there. Don't worry about getting off the chopsticks and waiting for me to come back. Do you always want to let me have a one-man show? How about you?"
Zhanglu Changming smiled and said, "It's not a single man. Right, everyone?"
Zhu Lian was hunched over, and after holding his hands, he smiled and said no.
Xiaomi Li was dizzy and happy. She just gently grabbed one of the sleeves of the good mountain master.
The white-haired boy looked excited and raised his arms and shouted, "Whoever dares to refuse to accept the words of the ancestor Yinguan, whoever dares to refuse to accept will step over my body..."
Xie Gou slapped the white-haired boy in the head, "Master Guo, Konghou is not good at speaking, so why not expel the genealogy."
Guo Zhujiu nodded, "Exit it out of the sect and it will take effect immediately."
The white-haired boy was stunned and said heartbroken: "No, I am loyal to the ancestor Yinguan and the leader Guo. The sun and the moon can be seen. Master Xie forgot about the friendship between us paving the road and building bridges and reclaiming fertile fields together?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's time to stay and observe."
Guo Zhujiu smiled and narrowed his eyes. Xie Gou whispered "Dog luck". The white-haired boy was about to raise his arms and shout to say a few heartfelt words to the ancestor Yin Guan, but he saw Cui Dongshan raise his hand, looking like you can start showing his acting skills. The white-haired boy immediately stopped his movements, his eyes rolling, thinking that he would always have to get back the scene.
Chen Ping'an thought for a while and suggested: "With the number of people tonight, it is better to wait for me to return from the capital and have lunch together. We will have a hot iron and hold a meeting of the ancestors' hall overnight? What's more, Xiaomi Li, Chen Lingjun, and Zhong Qian'er are going out for a trip tomorrow, so we have to make a total of the total."
Of course there is no objection.
On the side of the sword worship platform, there were only Qi Tingji, Mi Yu, and Zhu Su. The three sword cultivators rushed to Jiling Peak.
Chen Ping'an and Zhu Su who had to let Dao go through both retreats.
Zhu Su looked helpless and asked carefully: "Sect Master is coming soon?"
Chen Ping'an said with a shy look: "Just stay in seclusion."
Zhu Su didn't be polite to the sect leader of his family and said bluntly: "I really don't have the confidence to retreat, and I can't even think about breaking the situation."
Ning Yao said: "Just go to the lake to retreat, I will protect you."
Zhu Su suddenly smiled, "Ning Yao, I'm just waiting for your words."
As far as Chen Yin official’s way is concerned, it is estimated that Qi Tingji’s help to protect the pass is not reliable. Only Ning Yao came forward and Zhu Su was considered to have a reassurance.
Chen Ping'an joked: "Old Sword Immortal Qi, don't 'get out of the house'. Why not continue to be named in the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect, such as being a worshiper? Otherwise, our top combat power now seems not to be very good."
Qi Tingji smiled and said, "If I can enter the 14th realm one day, I will be named, otherwise I will not be able to count on it and I will not be able to lose my face."
Cui Dongshan took advantage of the situation and said: "Sir, our Chief Zhou wants to be promoted to an official position and get a deputy mountain master. He said that only in this way can he dare to go to Jianhu to serve as the leader of the Xiazong."
Chen Ping'an said: "Okay, the empty position of chief worship of Luopo Mountain can be reserved for Old Sword Immortal Qi."
The chief clerk Changming said: "Tonight, the Jise Peak Ancestor Hall was discussing matters, and this matter was decided. Chief Zhou changed his identity. The extra chief should first add the name of the old sword immortal Qi, just as a wish to enter the 14th realm."
Qi Tingji waved his hand, "Don't drive the ducks to the shelves, I won't eat your set."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "The chief tribute is better to give Xie Cishi."
Xie Gou rubbed the mink hat and coughed a few times to moisten his throat. "It's a good idea to arrange seats like this."
Afterwards, Wei Bo helped and prevent Xiao Mo and Xie Gou from following him. Chen Ping'an begged the gentleman to stay in the mountains. When the old scholar nodded, Chen Ping'an went to the capital alone.
But he did not go directly to Laoying Lake, but Qingxuan Cave in the capital.
This area is quiet and quiet, with a moderate distance. If it is too far, it becomes a veritable trip. If it is too close, it will be congested. Where can people see the scenery and the mountains and rivers see the talents. Therefore, the noble relatives of the capital often come here for outings and often see the blue carriages. Officials and women wander around the mountains and forests, especially in the midsummer season, with ancient trees beside the road, green trees, high shadows, and green at noon. If you can find a place with a wide view and set up a shed to cool off, you can see the outline of the capital from afar, and behind you are breeze and deep wood sifting gold.
There are few people outside the Qingxuan Cave on this side of the Yuanlizhan.
The Yellow Flower God poked his head out of the bronze tripod again. It was late at night and the moonlight was like water. It always felt like a good time to apply oil to the soles of the feet.
But he felt a chill on his back. When he turned his head, the Yellow Flower God saw a man in blue with his hands in his sleeves. The latter said, "Fellow Taoist is really leisurely and takes a bath at night."
Seeing that this person was weak and did not look like a person with a strong Taoist power. However, after suffering a lot of pain in Gu Can's hands, the Huanghua God became a little bit angry and asked, "Fellow Taoist name?"
Chen Ping'an said: "Fellow Taoist Wu Jue, let's talk about the general process, starting from the moment you saw Gu Can. I'm not very interested in what happened before."
The Yellow Flower God knew in his heart that it was probably that person.
I dare not hide anything, Huanghua God quickly revealed the past and the consequences. It turned out that the conversation between Gu Can and Zheng Juzhong was not hidden from the "cooked in the pot" of fellow Wu Jue Daoist who heard Huanghua God was still scared, and he was really afraid that Gu Can would be killed by Gu Can. Then, Gu Can was forced to death by Zheng Juzhong for some reason. Later, Huanghua God was about to leave this place of right and wrong. As for this bronze cauldron, he wanted to go with him... As a result, a man with an ordinary appearance rushed here with a sword and asked him some questions. Huanghua God told him truthfully, probably because of the master and apprentice who turned against him, and Gu Can committed suicide and flirted with a few harsh words that seemed to be the last words to this world...
Then the Huanghua God saw that the sword cultivator seemed to be asleep. After waking up, he quickly bleeding from his nose. He dozed off again, his body shaking, and his seven orifices bleeding. He had to continue...
Why is he so weird? The Yellow Flower God can't see the reason, and he only thinks that this sword cultivator is also a ruthless person.
However, the Yellow Flower God guessed the identity of the sword cultivator at that time, "Liu Chengu" among the younger generation of Lizhu Cave Heaven.
While explaining verbally, he carefully observed the change in the expression of the young national master. Unfortunately, the other party had no expression. Huanghua Shen could not use this to guess his true personality and mood changes.
The Yellow Flower God had finally survived the cooking of Samadhi True Fire before, moved the cauldron cover and threw it on the ground. At this moment, he squatted inside the cauldron and poked his head out.
But the man in blue clothes raised his toes and jumped up the cauldron cover high, reached out to grab it, and was about to cover it on his head...
The Yellow Flower God just pretended not to recognize the other party's identity, but was completely frightened, and said with a panic look: "What are you doing with a fellow Taoist?!"
Chen Ping'an pressed down the cauldron and said, "After waiting for a long time, you still don't come out, so you think that you probably want to use strange ways to practice Taoism..."
The Yellow Flower God immediately stretched out his palm, pressed against the cauldron cover, racked his brains to explain, "Fellow Taoist misunderstood, I naturally thought of it. This kind of cultivation method is more...
Fortunately, the other party responded, "See the time too?"
Huanghua Shen suddenly said, "Yes, fellow Taoist has a good understanding. As you said, after the time comes, half the result will be achieved with twice the effort."
Chen Ping'an let go of his hand and said, "You are the god of yellow flowers. Now he is making a living from Shujian Lake Sulin Island Dahu?"
The Huanghua God looked embarrassed, held the cauldron cover with both hands and nodded, "I am making a laughing joke, but I can't hide it from Master Chen."
Chen Ping'an said: "You are waiting here. It is best to wait until your husband Gu Can. Don't come out if you can't wait. If you don't believe it, you can try it."
The Huanghua God smiled bitterly and said, "Why do Master Chen have to be a common experience with a casual cultivator like me?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Do you know how many Jade Pu Realm wild cultivation there were in Shujian Lake back then? I don't have the same knowledge as you, who do you have to go with? Tian Hujun?"
The Huanghua God looked sad. If I had known it, I would not have come to Dali Capital to join in the fun. With that "Mr." Gu Can, the Huanghua God was not very willing to admit defeat in his heart, but he had no intention of competing with the person in front of him. Whether it was scheming, cultivation, or skill, he could not defeat it.
Chen Ping'an didn't care about the Yellow Flower God. He walked to the cliff and looked at the Dali Capital City in the night. The most prosperous place in a country and the densely populated areas, naturally the lights were brightly lit.
The world has not yet truly ushered in a peaceful world. The five mountains in the world may even become more chaotic, but right and wrong are the freedoms of the world.
He subconsciously took out the sword-raising gourd that had been used as a wine gourd for many years, and found that it had been damaged in the world. Chen Ping'an felt very distressed, but there was no regret.
After thirty years of worry, the two books and swords were not successful. I wanted to buy osmanthus flowers and carry wine together, but it was not the same as a young man.
However, as long as the Taoist in Shan Middle School looks at the long term, let alone thirty years, even thirty years, even thirty years, looking back at the previous period later, isn’t it a new “youth trip”?
With a slight movement inside, Chen Ping'an looked up at the sky and saw a dazzling sword light pausing slightly, as if he was recognizing the way. The sword light suddenly became faster and came to Baopingzhou.
The Yellow Flower God begged grandpa to sue his grandma in his heart, and he might hope that Gu Can could come back to Qingxuan Cave alive than the man in blue.
Liu Xianyang appeared here, sat on the ground, shook his sleeves, hugged the fog, stood up, strided heavily, and stretched out his hand to tie Chen Ping'an's neck, "I like to be a hero, right?"
Wow, the force is so strong that I'm going to be dead. Chen Ping'an hurriedly patted Liu Xianyang's arm and reminded: "I've strangled me to death. Who will be your best man in the wedding?"
There is no suitable fog for the soul to serve as a place for the fog, Gu Can said angrily: "The great hero who has no intention of eliminating harm to the people, the great hero who has been single-handedly killed, and I can be the best man. If it really doesn't work, I asked Liu Xianyang to put the tablet engraved with his name on the table, just to use Liu Xianyang's wedding to cheer up the funeral..."
Liu Xianyang laughed. It was the first time in his life that he heard Gu Can standing beside him and dealing with Chen Ping'an together. It seemed that he was very angry.
Chen Ping'an raised his palm and rubbed his chin, but did not return his mouth.
But Gu Can himself became weak and finally shut up.
The Yellow Flower God was still standing in the cauldron, and he didn't dare to interrupt. He regretted not putting the cauldron cover in it at this moment.
I just want to forget about their fellow villagers and friends, and Gu Can would better forget to take away the bronze cauldron and leave it together...
Liu Xianyang was still having fun there.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "We will definitely attend the wedding together in two days."
"In the future, you can also work together, and make a temporary decision."
"As for the personal grudges of Jian Bai Yujing, it depends on your status at that time, let's talk about it."
Since the veritable "big hidden danger" of Zhou Mi has been solved, the previous arrangements are a pile of waste paper.
Next, it is roughly about the small tour of Baopingzhou and the great tour of Haoran Tianxia, improving its realm and preparing for a visit to Qingming Tianxia in the future.
Liu Xianyang said arrogantly: "I must have no problem here. After all, Sect Master Gu is a little poor in qualifications. Now he looks like this. I guess he can only stand somewhere like fellow Taoist Wu Jue, cheering loudly and applauding."
The Yellow Flower God smiled far-fetchedly. You guys are all people who do great things and achieve great things. What do I do? It’s so boring.
Liu Xianyang turned his head and asked with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Wu Jue, do you need me to help you add some water to the cauldron and add some firewood?"
The yellow flower god was stiff and shook his head.
Chen Ping'an glanced at the Yellow Flower God, and Gu Can's fog shadow was obviously looking at the student sideways.
Liu Xianyang smiled and said, "It's hard to be a human being, it's a good thing to die."
The tingling scalp promised: "I will go back to Shujianhu immediately, be a good person, and be dedicated to the Tao."
Liu Xianyang sighed, patted Chen Ping'an on the shoulder, and said, "That's it, take your time."
Gu Can finally came up with a way to get back the scene and asked directly: "Then what about you and Ning Yao, just drag it all the time?"
Chen Ping'an glared and said, "What are you talking about?"
Liu Xianyang smiled and said, "Why is it just nonsense? It's the custom of my hometown. I can only wait until my elder brother gets married and then the second brother will be married, and then the third brother will be the third brother's turn. Gu Can is anxious."
Gu Can said, "Get out."
Chen Ping'an remembered something, "My husband said that the topic of this three religions debate is only two words. I will not participate. If you are interested, I can help you get a quota."
Liu Xianyang said curiously: "What topic?"
Gu Can said calmly: "'The Dharma End of the End of the Path."
Liu Xianyang nodded, "It's true that it's the same as I thought."
Gu Can made a spitting sound.
Liu Xianyang asked: "Chen Ping'an, the fox country belongs to your family. Do you have any extra fox fur beauty talismans? I stuff Gu Can's soul in. Then he and his maid serve tea and water. The picture... Hey, it's not right. Some of the genius is useless. It seems that Gu Can can pretend to be a bridesmaid..."
Gu Can began to scold Liu Xianyang's ancestors for the eighteen generations. Liu Xianyang grinned, not because he felt that the little slug's skills had declined.
Chen Ping'an said, "You go back to Longquan Sword Sect first, I have to go to Dali Capital. In addition to the chef Zhu Lian, I also asked someone to call the old immortal Jia over and go to your side to help."
Liu Xianyang clapped his hands and exclaimed, "You guy is a bit conscientious, you are all first-class elite soldiers!"
Zhu Lian's cooking skills are nothing to say. Old God Jia is even more expert in various rural customs and rules.
Chen Ping'an's toes were a little bit, and the martial arts master covered the ground and traveled far away, as if he was intentionally approaching the world, and his body was as clear as a bird and a bird lingering among the branches of the mountains.
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Wild hinterland.
Since the two worlds are connected by those Guixu channels, the weather and time of the vast and wilderness of the four seasons and the sky have become closer year by year.
Above the line, there are Chen Qingliu, Bai Ze, and Zheng Juzhong Yin Shen who sacrificed their natal flying sword.
Xie Shiji, she stared at Feiran, immersed the Taoist couple in the morning.
The Saint Asuka had already received the voice of the Saint's Religious Sage and asked him to return to the Middle Earth Confucian Temple to discuss matters, but the Saint Asuka did not go back immediately, but just looked at the Bai Ze who was detained in the long river of time.
To put it bluntly, not only does the world have no meticulousness, but there is no temple for the founder of the Three Sects. Even the "turning" of the first Taoist priest in the world gives the world a chance to glimpse, and his body of Taoism has also returned to heaven and earth. So like Lu Chen, Yu Dou, Yao Qing and others, as long as they enter the pseudo-fifth realm, it means there is no possibility of "fifteen realms". Feiran has given up the path of pure sword cultivation. Ning Yao, who broke the realm the fastest, was in control or "ordered" the entire colorful world. After handing out that sword, Ning Yao would return to the old realm relatively steadily within a hundred years. Qingmingwuzhou injured the foundation of the Dao. The old master did not take action from beginning to end in the bright moon and bright color, which is also in line with the consistent style of the Lord of Bixiao Cave of Luobaotan, which is the fundamental reason for the Dao...
This new and more magnificent "after the heavy rain", I believe that more new fourteen and ascension will emerge in the world.
Even if the water is greater, the realm is real. As long as you can take a step forward, work step by step, and endure the realm year after year, and consolidate the power of Tao.
Judging from the current situation, Bai Ze has the most chance to become an existence in the fifteenth realm.
The Assassin has decided to make the various mountains and rivers in the wilderness sink land one by one.
The wild demon clan does not make any sense to let them have a better memory. If it really hurts, instead of Haoran Tianxia, they will understand it themselves.
The previous ferry crossings and various discussions had a very strange characteristic. Whether it was the monks inside the Confucian Temple or the mountain, the elderly were generally more radical, while the young were more conservative and steady. Among these two groups of people, the Abbot, the Abbot, the Abbot, the Abbot, the Old Sage, the Abbot, the Abbot, the Confucian Temple affairs, had a special status, so they would not say anything easily, but the current situation, of course, the mood is different.
If you can do it.
Today I will destroy Bai Ze. The Asahisaint didn’t hesitate and just let me come!
Seeing the change in the mood of the sub-sage, or the murderous intent that almost condensed into substance, Bai Ze's expression became more and more gloomy, as Zheng Juzhong said, he was too weak.
With a state of mind and talent, a heart of Tao is soft and soft. Just like... God gave a big pot of rice and Bai Ze always held a bowl and only ate one bowl of rice.
Yang Shen Zheng Juzhong told the truth from his heart, and she was one of Zhou Mi’s original biggest foreshadowings.
Zhou Mi will gather the three corpses that he had killed before, and then steal her body and join the Taoist body with the entire wilderness.
This is just Zhou Mi's first step. As long as it is done, no matter how strong the Haoran world's offensive is in the future, it is impossible for it to really destroy the entire wilderness mountain and river. Even if the wild Taoist throne is in name only, Haoran will occupy most of the wild world, but as long as Zhou Mi is still there, the wild Taoist circumstance is not as good as Haoran. Besides, Zhou Mi will not let the world situation develop to this point. He will convince Bai Ze and let Dao give him Zhou Mi... I was frightened when I heard Fei Ran, and asked Fei Ran for a moment, nodded and recognized Mr. Zheng's speculation, saying that Master Bai Ze would probably be persuaded by Zhou Mi, for the sake of the wild or the Taoist throne of the demon clan, he let the latter eat it... and chew it all!
Bai Ze suddenly looked complicated and turned to look at the nominal wilderness co-lord, the sword cultivator Feiran.
Feiran quickly shook his head and signaled to Mr. Bai Ze that if I don’t eat you, I will definitely not dare to eat it.
He didn't want to be the target of public criticism. He just married Yukiji. Feiran didn't want to fall into a siege. Two Zheng Juzhong, Chen Qingliu, Yasheng... Maybe there are more.
Look, isn’t this the former hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Xiao Yan?
The "girl with a black robe" with only one braid left, now he "bounced out" with the Yin Shen of Zheng Juzhong. It seems that he is an ally!
Jingji was afraid and leaned against Feiran. Feiran said softly: "Don't be afraid, you can surrender at worst. The more I think about it, the more I feel that that guy was right back then, and he lost half of his surrender."
Jingshi was stunned when he heard this, and then he couldn't help laughing.
Feiran smiled and said, "But you have to fight a few tough battles. What if Haoran is an embroidered pillow that looks amazing."
For example, what if Zheng Juzhong chooses to stand on the side of the wilderness?
Bai Ze felt confused again, how vast the world is, where is his own place to stand? How could the young master teach me?
In Baiyujing Lingbao City, Pang Ding sat on the cushion in the secret dojo, suddenly opened his eyes and said with a stern look: "Isn't this dead?"
This is very tricky.
After all, all Pang Ding's plans are based on the premise that he must and will die after helping him become a god and become a "transmitter of heaven and earth".
There are also secret mountains and rivers like paradises in the wild world. The cliffs are dug into a plank road, and there is a river that makes a sound sound at the foot. The mountains on the other side are blooming everywhere.
Zheng Juzhong walked in front, and the female sword cultivator Liubai accelerated her pace and asked softly: "Mr. Zheng, our husband is really..."
Zheng Juzhong nodded and said, "There is no possibility of anyone making fun of me."
She murmured, "For us, it's good or bad."
Zheng Juzhong said: "If you care about the wild world, it will be a bad thing. If you have more selfishness and can live by yourself, it will be a great thing."
Zhou Qing, who was walking side by side with Shouchen, asked, "Mr. Zheng, do I still have the chance to review the chess game face to face with Chen Ping'an?"
Zheng Juzhong said: "It's possible."
Zhou Mi arranged Shouchen and others in the nameless cave in the "southeast corner" of the wilderness, which was of great significance. What he wanted was to fall to the northwest that day and fall to the southeast.
Once the world is connected and the end is burned with jade and stone, the great fortune will automatically tend to be here. This itself is a very tenacious green Taoist trajectory in the world, and it is the general trend of "Tao". The careful bet is the temple of the founder of the Three religions, as well as the temple of Lisheng and Confucianism. There is no more effort to break the future path he reserved for the world early in an instant.
Unfortunately, there is still Zheng Juzhong in the world.
To be precise, it was Zheng Juzhong of three fourteen realms. Since he blocked the door, it meant that Li Sheng and Confucian Temple had already known about this.
Zhou Mi simply won’t be at this gambling table that will lose, and she will never be a loser.
As the eldest brother’s sword immortal Shouchen, he is naturally the one who is in the most complicated mood. This sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm is a bit empty.
In the past, on the battlefield of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, there was a saying that "the minister of the Southern Sword is in the North" was said.
Since Shouchen had no ambitions before, he would not be discouraged. At this moment, his mood was just not relying on both sides.
Zheng Juzhong hung several cloth bags around his waist, containing soil and ore from all over the wilderness.
The wilderness and poverty are only the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the money of gods and immortals. The rest should have been rich, but unfortunately the great monks looked down on them and could not get anything else.
There are native people building wood as bridges. The turbulent river water at the bottom of the bridge, bound by the cliff wall, splashing countless waters and snow all over the mountains. I think it is extremely beautiful under the three bright moons of the wilderness in the past.
Zheng Juzhong took the lead in walking up the shaking wooden bridge.
Perhaps for heaven and earth, we all travel to the world.