Chapter seven hundred and sixty-eight pressure pressure
In the hazy drizzle, a Xianjia ferry from south to north slowly docked at the Egret Ferry at the boundary of Zhengyang Mountain. A handsome man stepped out, wearing a green shirt, long coat, cloth shoes, and held up an oil-paper umbrella.
, the handle of the umbrella is an osmanthus branch, and beside him is a young man wearing a dark robe, also holding a small umbrella. It is made of ordinary green bamboo, but the fan is made of green lotus flowers from the Xian family. It is Chief Zhou who is covered with face and uses blindness.
, Cui Dongshan.
The two of them each carry swords on their backs. They are relics from the secret palaces of Zhongtu Divine Continent and Beijulu Continent. They have never appeared in Aquarius Continent. They are two relics of ancient sword immortals, named Jiawusheng and broom respectively.
Behind him were a group of genealogy monks who had also traveled to Zhengyang Mountain, chatting and laughing happily. A young man was talking to a graceful young woman next to him about the hundreds of years of friendship between his mentor and the Sword Immortal Ancestor from the Cloud Peak in Zhengyang Mountain.
A close friend on the mountain. And the Patriarch of Bo Yunfeng once fought side by side with Li Jianxian from Luzhou, Beiju, on the battlefield of Old Dragon City, and together they killed the big monster with their swords.
Cui Dongshan listened happily and asked with a smile from his heart: "Chief Zhou, why don't we change our umbrella?"
Jiang Shangzhen glanced at the green lotus umbrella, where there was a faint green shade, and shook his head: "Forget it, it's not pleasing to the eye."
In the team behind them, there was a child with good-looking features, about seven or eight years old. He was holding a big umbrella, using the water method to collect water on the umbrella surface, accumulating a large pool of rainwater. Then he suddenly twisted the umbrella handle, and raindrops shot out in all directions.
Like arrows and countless flying swords. He was just a monastic embryo who had just started to practice. The rain was splashing everywhere, not very powerful, but the raindrops hit the two cinnamon twig umbrellas and green lotus umbrellas in front, making a thumping sound.
Several elders from the division just laughed.
These accomplished monks naturally do not need to hold an umbrella, as their spiritual energy overflows and the wind and rain recede on their own.
The mountain gods in the middle five realms travel in all directions, are invulnerable to water and fire, and avoid filth. Those vassal states that are like frogs in the well, the barnyard officials and unofficial histories, and the strange people and strangers in the journals of strange things are mostly recorded by monks of this generation.
If the two travelers in front can turn raindrops into invisible things like them, then someone will naturally come forward to stop the child from continuing to play with the umbrella. If possible, they will even apologize and say a few words about the naughty child. Don't be upset, fellow Taoist.
Kind words.
As a result, Cui Dongshan casually moved his sleeve back, slapped the child into the water, turned around and said with a playful smile: "The kid likes to play in the water, so go and play in the water."
The incident happened suddenly. Although the child had already climbed the mountain at a young age and had no power to fight back, he just drew an arc in front of everyone, passing through a large clump of snow-white reeds, and fell into the water of the ferry.
Jiang Shangzhen turned around and said with a smile: "I almost scared me to death. You don't need to apologize. You can just pay and settle the matter."
Cui Dongshan laughed.
Jiang Shangzhen immediately changed his words: "Spend money to eliminate disaster, waste money to eliminate disaster."
A burly man reached out and grasped the handle of the magic knife at his waist, and said in a deep voice: "Children are playing around, so what?"
If it hadn't been for the man holding the umbrella, who had an accent unique to Beiju Luzhou, he would have drawn his sword out of its sheath and struck him with one blow.
Anyway, it's up to you.
We are not afraid if the trouble goes as far as Zhengyang Mountain or the nearby imperial court of the Great Li vassal. They will only make the other party unable to eat and walk away.
Although martial arts fights and immortal battles are now common under the Baopingzhou Mountains, after twenty years, habits have become natural and it is still difficult to change them.
Cui Dongshan held an umbrella in one hand and put his hand on his waist, and said confidently: "I am not old, I am also a child."
Jiang Shangzhen raised his thumb, pointed at the sword behind him, and sneered: "If you dare to ask about swords like this in my hometown, that little brat would be dead right now."
An old monk with a calm temperament immediately spoke to everyone in his heart: "From the accent, he is indeed a monk from Luzhou, Beiju. As for whether he is a swordsman or not, it is hard to say for the time being."
Today's Beiju Luzhou is the brother continent of Aquarius Island. As for Tongyezhou, it can only be regarded as Sunzizhou.
In the water of the ferry, strange phenomena occurred. There were fires shooting out like lightning, like fire dragons coming out of the water.
It turned out to be a high-quality spiritual weapon with precious light flowing around it. It was a small cone made of bronze, more than a foot long, and engraved with nine dragons.
It was the child's natal creature. Before he even climbed ashore, he had already pulled out a small awl and stabbed the young man in black robe holding a green lotus umbrella.
Everyone saw the young man laughing loudly and saying "Well done", suddenly closing up the green lotus umbrella, holding the handle of the umbrella with both hands, like holding a sword with two swords, but he was slashing it down with a sword technique, but in the end he was only hit by the small cone.
, the young man's energy and blood were agitated, his soul was unstable, his face immediately turned red, he could only shout angrily, his anger sank into his Dantian, his feet sank into the soft mud soaked by the rain, and was still pressed by the tip of the small bronze awl.
Hold the umbrella body and slide it backwards for more than ten feet to stabilize your body.
The child stood on the shore, pinched the hand with his fingers, and quickly recited the Taoist mantra in his heart. He stamped his feet and shouted the word "draw water" to circulate the aura of heaven and earth in his natal Qi Palace. His fingers and the small cone seemed to be pulled by a thread of golden light.
, the exquisitely engraved small tapered nine dragons, like an eye-opener, began to move in a meandering way, but the child was too young after all, was not refining well, and did not move fast enough. As soon as he opened his mouth to absorb the rainwater, the young man in the black robe bent sideways, and then
The man in green shirt grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and a few dragonflies touched the water, then fled far away. Neither of them dared to walk on the ferry road. They chose the reeds by the water and stepped on the reeds. The rising and falling of their bodies was really beautiful.
The child didn't want to let go of those two bastards. He moved his fingers, stared at the backs of the two men, and said silently: "The wind and lightning are rushing, the black dragon is meandering, and the waterfall is huge!"
Nine little black dragons with finger lengths wrapped around small bronze awls, spitting out nine sharp arrows condensed by rainwater. The two people with reeds under their feet hid here and there, looking very embarrassed.
The old monk smiled and said: "Chuntang, that's it. Just put away the small awl. If you are good at it, don't use it easily. You have to be merciful and merciful."
The child put away his fingers, took a deep breath, his face turned pale, and the looming rope disappeared. The small awl flashed away and hovered beside him. The child took out one from his sleeve.
The inconspicuous cotton bag contains the small cone with the seal "Qili Long" in it. There are a three-hundred-year-old white-flowered snake and a two-hundred-year-old black-headed snake in the bag. They will use their essence and blood to help the owner warm the body.
Keep that little cone.
The child named Chuntang hung the small bag on his waist, his face was gloomy, and he rubbed his cheeks, which felt burning.
The old monk stretched out his fingers, twisted his wrist, and with a light touch, he lifted up the big umbrella that had fallen on the muddy road and floated towards the child.
The child took it into his hands, and in a fit of anger, he threw the umbrella far into the water, out of sight and out of mind. It was an ordinary thing anyway, not worth a few pennies.
The old monk also deliberately pretended not to notice Chuntang's childish behavior. The old Jindan, who was revered as the real protector of the country in his hometown vassal country, just looked at the direction in which the two people were going, always feeling a little strange.
The man wearing the magic sword sneered: "Two unqualified pure martial artists dare to pretend to be Beiju Luzhou sword cultivators. What a fool."
The old monk explained: "Most of them are from Luzhou in Beiju, otherwise they wouldn't be so arrogant. One more thing is worse than one less thing. Remember to restrain Chuntang and don't seek revenge privately on the ground of Zhengyang Mountain. Now the peak is about to begin. Celebrations, great happy days, no one wants such bad things to happen. You are the protector of Chuntang, if you can't control him, I will use the precepts of the Zushitang to control you."
The man said helplessly: "Master, I know the importance of this."
In the reed marsh in the distance, two people were squatting by the water like they were squatting in a pit.
Jiang Shangzhen held an umbrella on his shoulder and asked with a smile: "What's going on?"
Cui Dongshan held up the green lotus umbrella, lowered his head and took a breath, wiped away some traces with his sleeve, with a distressed look on his face, and then used his two fingers to twist a piece of spiritual light, which was peeled off from the small bronze cone, and looked at it intently.
He said casually: "It's boring, just kidding."
Jiang Shangzhen said: "Look at the child's small cone and cloth bag, are they part of the dragon-raising art? Is there a place like Qililong in Aquarius Continent? I've never heard of it before."
In ancient times, the way to raise dragons and dragons was once a highly respected one. The leader was one of the six great ceremonial officials of Confucianism. Later generations were mixed and mixed. When there are no more real dragons in the world, the so-called raising dragons will just be turtles and fish descended from the mountains and rivers.
The snake stream. And this lineage in the vast world, the true dragon catastrophe three thousand years ago, affected the fish in the pond, so there is no sect anymore, because raising the true dragon descendants, the dragon miscellaneous family, turning into a dragon is an extravagant hope to reach the sky, even more
Let’s not talk about real dragons. The luck of the entire dragon-raising line of Qi practitioners has been reduced to sourceless water. They are in an embarrassing situation, and their incense has gradually withered away, just like the gods of mountains and rivers who have lost their incense.
Cui Dongshan crushed the insignificant spiritual light there, held the green lotus umbrella under his arm, held the scattered spiritual light in his hands, rubbed it gently, and then watched the spiritual light spread in the veins of his palms, such as the winding mountains, the golden elixir Yuanying and other land gods.
The incomprehensible scene fell into the eyes of the immortal, and naturally everything appeared in detail. Jiang Shangzhen glanced at it and saw clearly, but he didn't know what was going on. Regarding Kanyu's divination, it was one of Jiang Shangzhen's few "uninitiated" techniques.
Because Jiang Shangzhen has never been willing to learn these methods of seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune.
Cui Dongshan clapped his hands, completely shattering all traces and veins in his palms, and said with a smile: "Near Qililong, there was an old dragon who opened a water house in a big river. He was once named the White Dragon King by the court. After that remote small country was destroyed, the old dragon
It almost never shows up, but its seniority is certainly much lower than that of Huang Tingguo, which has lived for ten thousand years. The old dragon relies on more than a thousand literati and poets from all dynasties to help carry some incense with their poetry and literature.
. Qililong, the immortal mansion, rather than having the opportunity of a great road, can be regarded as an envoy of incense secretly supported by the old dragon. The small cone of 'Ding Fengbo' is one of the tokens. But in fact, this river has excellent hydrology and governs ten countries.
The tributary rivers and more than 30 rivers and streams were dug into the Dadu Sea in the early years. If it were not for taking care of your old Jiang family, this river should have been chosen as the river to enter the sea. Then the Dragon Prince should have taken advantage of the opportunity to get a Dadu Marquis.
It’s my father.”
Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said: "Jiang family of Yunlin, I can't reach that high."
Cui Dongshan stood up, carrying a green lotus umbrella on his shoulders, with a solemn expression.
Jiang Shangzhen stood up. After the rain, it cleared up and the weather was new. He put away his cinnamon umbrella, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, helping the real dragon smell a hint of danger.
The two of them walked slowly, and Jiang Shangzhen asked: "I'm curious, why do you and Chen Ping'an seem to be more... tolerant towards Wang Zhu?"
Cui Dongshan nodded, "Because my husband feels that someone has placed hope on Wang Zhu, then he is willing to follow the hope. For now, Wang Zhu has indeed not disappointed. Then I will follow my husband's example and look at her more.
.In fact, after leaving Lizhu Cave, Wang Zhu went very smoothly. It was truly smooth sailing. To be precise, after leaving the iron lock well, she didn’t suffer much. Compared with my husband’s
It was hard work, she just lay there and enjoyed it. Zhigui Zhigui, I didn’t get my name for nothing. I cut through walls and stole everything. I became a little thief, stealing my husband’s luck and fortune, stealing Song Jixin’s dragon energy, and finally took over the world.
I am afraid that she will feel that everything is what she deserves. For example, if she chooses the Confucian Temple to occupy the land and water transportation, she will feel that half of her energy has been taken away, and she will feel resentful and enter the ascension realm.
After that, they will mistakenly think that heaven and earth really don’t care, and start making trouble.”
Jiang Shangzhen asked a crucial question: "Can the dragon-slayer still kill the dragon after three thousand years?"
Without waiting for Cui Dongshan to give an answer, Jiang Shangzhen asked and answered himself: "Compared to three thousand years ago, when one man slayed a real dragon with a sword, it seems more credible to slay a real dragon three thousand years ago."
Cui Dongshan said: "On the day Mr. Wang was at Dadu Temple, Wang Zhu took the initiative to show up. In fact, she saved at least half of his life."
Jiang Shangzhen hummed, "She is willing to miss the past, and the mountain master who already misses the past is even more willing to miss the past."
Cui Dongshan lightly tapped his shoulder with his small umbrella and said with a smile: "Jia Sheng, Bai Busan, Chen Zhuoliu, our uncle Jingqing is really lucky. He has recognized so many brothers and yet he has not been hacked to death.
Who would believe such a fate?"
Bailudu here is located hundreds of miles away from Qingwu Peak, the nearest mountain to Zhengyang Mountain.
The two of them first went to stay at a Xianjia Inn, which was located on a high mountain. They sat on a viewing platform with a wide view, drank separately, and looked at the mountains in the distance.
With the first peak of Zushan as the center of the circle, the radius of 800 miles is the sect boundary of Zhengyang Mountain and the private mountains and rivers.
The peaks are guarding the ancestral mountain, and due to the formation of the mountain guard, sword energy is rising into the sky everywhere. You can often see sword cultivators working hand in hand with their swords between the peaks. The momentum is like a rainbow, and the sword light drags and cuts through the sky.
Because of Yuan Zhenye, the mountain-moving genus, as the guardian of the mountain, Zhengyang Mountain has successively relocated three broken old mountains of the Great Li Nanfang vassal in the past twenty years, as the starting point of the future swordsman within the sect.
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For the court of the small vassal country, instead of spending great efforts to repair the mountain roots and water transportation and rebuild the tiger temple, it is better to re-select the complete mountain top, enshrine the tiger, and get a sum of immortal money from Zhengyang Mountain, and with that
The sect whose swords are as fine as clouds has forged a passionate relationship. But these mountains, which appear to be "shattered and useless" on the surface, actually hide wind and water for thousands of years and have a profound foundation.
To say that Zhengyang Mountain repays the incense, it is nothing more than that the sword cultivator will go down the mountain to practice in the future, go to the territory of three small countries, slay demons and eliminate evil spirits, and deal with some evil spirits that the local government cannot control. For the Zhengyang Mountain sword cultivator,
But it's easy to pick up. In fact, no one really loses money, everyone makes a lot of money.
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "After seeing the big world, the Zhengyang Mountain Sword Immortal has become more sophisticated and tactful in his actions."
Jiang Shangzhen echoed: "The atmosphere of the sect should not be underestimated."
Before the war that swept the world, the monks in Zhengyang Mountain, even if they were not direct swordsmen, went out to practice, they were notoriously domineering and ran rampant in one continent.
Shen Gaozong, the leader of the Yizhou Mountain, Fengxue Temple, the two ancestral palaces of the Yizhou military family on Zhenwu Mountain, Li Tuanjing's undefeated Fenglei Garden, the rising Great Li cavalry in the north, the Yunlin Jiang family, and the old Longcheng Fu
He is a sword cultivator from the Zhu Ying Dynasty. Apart from that, Zhengyang Mountain can be completely arrogant.
Otherwise, there would not be the nickname "Aquarius Island Xiaotongye".
That Qingfeng City with a fox kingdom? It's just an unnamed vassal force in Zhengyang Mountain.
Among the local sects in the Three Continents, including Baoping, Tongye and Beijulu, except for Yugui Sect, no one can currently own the lower sect.
Although Ruan Qiong's Longquan Sword Sect has always been regarded as the subordinate sect of Fengxue Temple by the monks on the mountain, in fact, this is not the case. What's more, Ruan Qiong also has the title of chief worshiper of Dali. Among the several direct descendants, there is another one.
Xie Ling is a genius, so Zhengyang Mountain is still willing to take a high look at the Longquan Sword Sect.
Jiang Shangzhen said with a smile: "This Yuan Bai's life experience is relatively pitiful. When he goes out for a long trip, the mountains and rivers are wandering. These years are not as leisurely as our Shao Poxian from Huimeng Mountain. Quite good qualifications, Wei
Yingdu saw it in his eyes. Before going to Shenzhuan Peak, Wei Ying originally wanted to ask Zhengyang Mountain for this person. He originally planned to cultivate him, but unfortunately he was too nice and injured his life flying sword. Even if he got to Shujian Lake, he would probably
He will also be tricked to death by Liu Laocheng and Liu Zhimao."
Cui Dongshan said: "Fortunately it didn't happen, otherwise your Jade Guizong's crotch would be full of yellow mud now."
Yuan Bai, one of the "Twin Jade Masters" of swordsmanship in the old Zhu Ying Dynasty, made a deal with Zhengyang Mountain, and was transferred from Keqing to the direct descendant of Zhengyang Mountain. Later, he had a swordfight with Huang He, the owner of Fenglei Garden, and Yuan Bai was seriously injured.
It was light, but it successfully delayed the destruction of the Yellow River and entered the upper five realms.
Yuan Bai is currently recovering from his injuries at Xuefeng. His achievements in swordsmanship in this life are not much higher.
In addition, there is a young sword cultivator on Zhengyang Mountain who almost became the direct descendant of the Longquan Sword Sect's Patriarch Hall. After switching to Zhengyang Mountain, his practice broke through and his momentum was as strong as a broken bamboo.
This retreat is for the purpose of forming elixirs. As soon as he comes out of retreat, a peak opening ceremony will be held and he will be promoted to the master of a peak.
Cui Dongshan's eyes were slightly cold, "There is a maid next to Yuan Bai, named Liucai, from Tianjing Blessed Land in Aaizhou."
Liucai, Liu Cai.
Jiang Shangzhen immediately became interested, "That Liucai girl?"
Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said: "For you, it's the kind of thing that you can't remember after just one glance."
Jiang Shangzhen crossed his legs and asked: "That Wu Tijing, as the mountain master said, is the reincarnation of Li Tuanjing's soldier. He was found by Tian Wan and took him to the mountain to practice, just so that he could disgust Huang He and Liu in the future.
Baqiao?"
Cui Dongshan nodded and said: "It's almost the same."
A young swordsman who was born out of nowhere, Wu Tijing, was born with a flying sword, Yuanyang. Rumor has it that in addition to this, he also possesses a secret flying sword.
As for why it is not revealed to others but can still be rumored, it is good that such things on the mountain are well understood. It is the same reason as some secret records recorded in the history books at the foot of the mountain.
Jiang Shangzhen's gaze shifted, "It's better to look at Xuefeng, it looks cuter."
Duixue Peak is because the two peaks stand side by side, and the mountain opposite Duixue Peak is covered with snow all year round. However, that peak is unknown. I only heard that it was the founder of Duixue Peak, and later
A Nascent Soul sword cultivator who came here once practiced together with a Taoist companion on the mountain opposite. After the Taoist companion failed to reach the golden elixir and passed away early, this lonely swordsman sealed the mountain. Hundreds of years later, she
He has been staying on Duixue Peak, claiming to be in seclusion, but in fact he is tired of the affairs of the mountain gate, which is tantamount to giving up the seat of the head of Zhengyang Mountain.
It's just that the truth behind the secret records of the Zhengyang Mountain Patriarch Hall is not so poignant and moving.
Cui Dongshan eloquently tells the story of a landscape where love cannot be escaped even in life or death.
The Taoist monk who was the founder of Duixuefeng woman had different thoughts when she was in seclusion. After she came out of seclusion, she found out about it and killed him. She also lit a soul lamp and placed it on the opposite side of Duixuefeng.
On the top of the mountain, heavy snow froze to death for decades. However, from then on, she also had inner demons. Finally, during the last retreat in which she tried to break the bottleneck of Yuanying, she went crazy and was killed by the sword cultivators of the Zhengyang Mountain Ancestral Master Hall.
The fortune of swordsmanship, on the other hand, does not flow to outsiders, but is confined to the boundaries of Zhengyang Mountain.
Cui Dongshan really knows too much about the old events of Aquarius Continent. When he and the old bastard were still Cui Han, they would occasionally take out a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts in the dead of night, and they were used to staying up all night
Read it, pull out a book of secret files on the mountain, and read it, including the origins of immortal miracles, palace secrets, and grievances and grievances in the world.
"If I had known better, I wouldn't have listened to these disgraceful inside stories."
Jiang Shangzhen sighed, clasped the back of his head with both hands, shook his head and said: "Climbing up the mountain to practice is nothing more than adding water to the wine, turning a pot of wine into a large jar of water and wine. The longer you live, the more water you add, the longer you drink, the better the taste.
It becomes more and more dull. You, him, her, you, them. Only 'I' is different. There is no one beside me, leaning on the side."
Cui Dongshan suddenly laughed and said, "It's better to have arrived early than to have arrived by chance. The First Line Peak Ancestral Master Hall is discussing something."
Jiang Shangzhen glanced at the rainbow of sword lights that originated from the many mountain peaks, "It is well-deserved, and there are many sword immortals."
Cui Dongshan put his hands in his sleeves and said: "I once saw an empty Time Shop at a cave ruins. There were no shopkeepers anymore, and it was still doing the most powerful buying and selling business in the world."
Jiang Shangzhen praised: "I really envy Brother Cui for his broad knowledge."
Jiang Shangzhen suddenly turned his head, "Brother Cui, have you never met a woman who made your heart beat even a little bit in your life?"
Cui Dongshan shook his head and said: "Really not."
Jiang Shangzhen rubbed his chin, "You of the literary sage lineage only talk about marriage and feng shui. It's a bit strange."
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "That's why the old scholar burned high incense to accept my husband as a closed disciple."
Jiang Shangzhen couldn't help laughing when he remembered something, and said: "The man in charge of landscape intelligence in Zhengyang Mountain is really a genius."
Cui Dongshan nodded and said: "He is a genius."
Zhengyang Mountain Ancestral Hall is discussing matters, the sect leader is Zhu Huang.
The ancestor of Yupujing, Xia Yuancui. The ancestor of Tao family, Tao Yanbo. The ancestor of the sect's head law, Yan Chu. The guardian of the mountain for worship, Yuan Zhenye.
Including the other peak master swordsmen, their seats are all close to the front.
Relatively behind, there is Na Tian Wan, who is in charge of Shanshui Di Bao and Jinghua Shuiyue, and has made several small and medium achievements one after another. Her untouchable seat position in the Patriarch Hall has finally moved forward.
As for Yuan Bai, he currently sits at the bottom of the Patriarch Hall and enjoys his leisure time. Every time he discusses matters here, he closes his eyes and meditates without saying a word.
The Bamboo Emperor smiled and said: "As for the peak opening ceremony, we just have to follow the rules."
This is probably the sect's magnanimity, and the peak of the golden elixir has become an ordinary matter that the Patriarch Hall does not need to talk about.
The Bamboo Emperor looked solemn, "Just the creation of the next sect is already an urgent matter. What are the regulations? We can't just put it off again and again, right?"
Regarding the matter of the lower sect of Zhengyang Mountain, everything was ready. All we needed was the east wind. The original location had been properly selected, and the required military exploits were connected to many mountain tops. By piecing together everything here and there, we finally made up for the big hole. I never thought that in the Great Li court,
They were disappointed over there, and regretted it temporarily, and even refused to recommend it to the Zhongtu Confucian Temple. According to the statement from the Yuan family of the Xu family in Qingfeng City, Shangzhu State, His Majesty the Emperor was willing, but outside the capital,
Some people refused to nod.
Obviously, the only person who dares to have differences with His Majesty the Emperor, or even to show off the face of Zhengyang Mountain, is the vassal residence where Da Li serves as the capital.
But the problem is that the feudal lord Song Mu actually had a good relationship with Zhengyang Mountain.
So the ancestor of the Tao family doesn't look very good today.
There are many gossips on Aquarius Island about Zhengyang Mountain joining the sect.
Because the actual battle losses of the monks in Zhengyang Mountain are too few. In addition to fighting, the accumulation of military achievements relies more on immortal money and materials. Moreover, the selection of each battlefield is very particular, and the Zushi Hall has carefully calculated it.
. It didn’t look like much at the beginning, but when the war ended and a little review was carried out, no one was a fool. The genealogy monks of Shenggao Sect, Fengxue Temple, Zhenwu Mountain, these old sects all gave Zhengyang Mountain a lot of attention in public.
The expressions on the faces of the monks, especially the old Patriarch surnamed Qin in Dalugou of Fengxue Temple, who had never had any enmity with Zhengyang Mountain, were so crazy that they could say anything based on the outstanding military exploits of Zhengyang Mountain’s sword immortals, let alone
No matter what kind of sect, there must be sects all over the place. Why not just go all out and open sects all over the vast nine continents? Who wouldn’t give a thumbs up, who wouldn’t be convinced?
It’s a good thing that the Confucian Temple now bans Shanshui Di newspapers, otherwise I don’t know how many strange stories like this would be spread.
The reason why Zhengyang Mountain is so anxious to establish the next sect is that it is indeed worried about the reputation of Yizhou.
But as long as the lower sect is established and the raw rice becomes cooked rice, then many monks on the mountain will have to re-evaluate the situation. At most, they will close the door and say a few weird words in private, and they will never dare to report it to Shanshui Mansion.
, or in public, if you say a few words about Zhengyang Mountain, you may even add icing on the cake, argue with others, and take the initiative to say a few good words for Zhengyang Mountain.
Xia Yuancui, the old swordsman with the highest seniority and the highest level, said with a leisurely expression, "Why don't we bypass the Dali Song family and discuss it with the Yunlin Jiang family?"
After reaching the upper five realms, Zhengyang Mountain is already the prefix of Haoran Sect, so for Xia Yuancui, whether or not he has a lower sect is actually not that urgent. Since then, he has been practicing Taoism for a long time. When he is free, he thinks about the Immortal Realm.
The freedom and the beautiful things in the world.
The leader of the clan, Zhuhuang, nodded, "Yes, but who is suitable to go to Jiang's family?"
The Dali Song family, which has lost half of its empire, will continue to shrink its dynasty territory. Many central and southern vassals have begun to make trouble. If it weren't for the capital and Dadu Temple, many vassal states in the central and northern parts would have been ready to move.
However, all the genealogy monks in Aquarius Continent know very well that among the ten great dynasties of Haoran, the ranking of Da Li will only get lower and lower, and will eventually settle on the seventh or eighth position.
Xia Yuancui smiled and said nothing. The old swordsman held his sword across his knees and gently brushed the scabbard, showing that it had nothing to do with him.
Mrs. Jiang of Yunlin is great, but she is not worthy of asking for favors.
Nowadays, the only person in Aquarius Continent who can speak at the Confucian Temple is actually not the Dali Song family who did many things that went too far, but the Yunlin Jiang family.
Because the Jiang family of Yunlin is one of the sage families in the entire world who best conforms to the "family of bells and dishes, a family of poems, books and etiquette".
There are actually several ancient family trees at the Confucian Temple, and the Yunlin Jiang family who migrated to Aquarius Continent is a well-deserved descendant of the saint.
Thousands of years ago, the Lisheng personally formulated the etiquette. Jiang's ancestors gave several great blessings. In "Dali Chunguan", they are listed as one of the six officials together with Da Shi and Da Zai, and are in charge of the oldest various blessings. Moreover,
The surname Jiang is one of the oldest surnames in the world.
An old swordsman from Po Yun Peak said in a deep voice: "Since we are accompanying the vassal in the capital to let us go to the wild world to accumulate military exploits, then let's go. I will take the lead!"
Yan Chu, the Patriarch of Palm Law, sneered: "You are a bottleneck in the golden elixir. Do you really think that if you got some of Li Jianxian's immortal energy on the battlefield of Old Dragon City, you will be in the fifth realm?"
The old sword cultivator had long been accustomed to the atmosphere of discussing affairs in his ancestral hall, and he still thought to himself and said: "You are not willing to take risks. I will take my own monks from Bo Yunfeng to cross the Great Wall of Sword Qi and go to the ferry to kill the demons.
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Yan Chu slapped the handle of the chair and said angrily: "You think Tuoyunfeng belongs to you alone?! If you are so capable, why don't you just go to the wild world with someone and Feng together? If you have the ability, you can smash Tuoyue Mountain.
I’m willing to see you off in person, how about that?!”
The old Jindan from Bo Yunfeng stood up in anger and wanted to leave the ancestral hall first.
At the same time, several old sword cultivators who had been to the Old Dragon City battlefield had similar attitudes. As long as Bo Yunfeng exited the Ancestral Hall, they would leave together.
Discussions in the Xianxian Peak Ancestral Hall are often like this, so it’s not surprising.
The Bamboo Emperor frowned slightly, but this time he did not let the Golden Elixir Sword Immortal leave. He said softly: "How can we leave the meeting without authorization when the meeting of the Patriarch Hall is held?"
Lao Jindan sat down again, took a deep breath, and made up his mind to pretend to be deaf and dumb.
Hushan enshrined Yuan Zhenye with his arms folded across his chest. He couldn't help but yawned. He was still so bored.
The Bamboo Emperor shifted his gaze, leaned forward slightly, and said with a smile: "Does Ancestor Yuan have any good ideas?"
Facing this mountain protector, even though the Bamboo Emperor was a swordsman at the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul Realm, and even the sect master of a mountain, he was still quite respectful.
The old ape in white tugged at the corner of his mouth and lazily leaned back on his chair, "You still need to be strong to strike iron. When the sect leader reaches the fifth realm, all the troubles will be solved. At that time, after I congratulate the sect leader, I will take a trip to the Dadu estuary.
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The Bamboo Emperor laughed heartily, cupped his fists and said, "Then I'll help Ancestor Yuan."
In the Patriarch Hall, even Xia Yuancui immediately cheered up and looked at the mountain master who was so stubborn that he often said that he had no hope of reaching the fifth realm.
Especially the ancestor of the Tao family, who is the God of Wealth, and the headmaster Yan Chu, immediately looked at each other without revealing any trace.
Only Yuan Bai, who was the door god, turned his head and looked out the door.
The Bamboo Emperor did not want to talk more about his break in seclusion, so he changed the subject and nodded towards Tian Wan, who had been promoted to his confidant. The woman immediately took out a booklet, stood up and said: "The sect is prosperous, and there are a total of sixteen people in the booklet.
Sword Immortal Embryo. Nine of them are still young and have not yet become apprentices. The peak masters and ancestors can make a selection today."
The so-called sword immortal embryo is, of course, a young swordsman who is expected to become a golden alchemist.
Mainly from the old Zhuying Dynasty, once discovered, they were immediately sent to Zhengyang Mountain. In addition, it is the southern boundary of Aquarius Continent with broken mountains and rivers. Zhengyang Mountain specializes in these years. Almost every sword immortal needs to go down the mountain to serve as a sect.
When looking for sword cultivators, the next best thing is to look for good materials and beautiful jade that can practice on the mountain. As for Tongyezhou, there was also an unexpected surprise, and they found two young sword cultivators.
As long as you can become a sword cultivator, it is a great blessing. Because as long as you are a sword cultivator and stay in the sect to practice, you can add a fortune of swordsmanship to Zhengyang Mountain.
Therefore, today's Emperor Zongzhu must have no emotion similar to "As long as the Wei and Jin Dynasties come to Zhengyang Mountain, I am willing to give way to talents."
As soon as he had loosened his bottleneck, he had grasped an opportunity and had hope of breaking through. Moreover, Zhengyang Mountain, as a new sect in Aquarius Continent, has the right time, place and people, and there may be hope within a hundred years.
Challenge the god Gaozong and compete for the position of monarch on Yizhou Mountain.
How to keep people from being high-spirited, so the Bamboo Emperor seems to have suddenly become more than a hundred years younger in the past few years.
The Bamboo Emperor suddenly asked: "There seems to be some unusual movement over at Dali Longzhou, especially at the Niujiao Mountain Ferry?"
The Xu family of Qingfeng City bought a dragon kiln from the Ma family on Xinghua Lane. In addition, there are some secret incense sentiments in Huaihuang County, Fulu Street, Taoye Lane, and Zhengyang Mountain.
It's just that for so many years, I haven't been able to get any useful landscape information. Beiyue Mountain Lord Wei Bo's Piyun Mountain, plus the supervising government office that can be used to make special reports, and Ruan Qiong's Longquan Sword Sect, are all
Zhengyang Mountain did not dare to reach out too far due to the taboos in the officialdom of mountains and rivers. However, there was an unexpected surprise during this period. Ye Qingzhu, the goddess of water in the Chongdan River, had given Zhengyang Mountain several secrets one after another for more than ten years.
Only through intelligence did Zhengyang Mountain learn about the Luolu Mountain. Several pure martial artists of high level also helped clarify the incense relationship between Luolu Mountain and Piyun Mountain, such as how to divide the accounts at the Niujiao Mountain Ferry, and the dragon
In the blacksmith shop by the Xuhe River, Liu Xianyang concealed his identity as a Jindan swordsman.
Today's discussion took a full two hours. Just the fight between the peaks for those few Sword Immortal embryos almost stopped them from asking each other about swords.
After finally arranging the mountains, even the sect leader, the Bamboo Emperor, was a little tired. When the discussion was over, the sword light returned to the peaks. The Bamboo Emperor left the old ape in white alone, and walked out of the ancestral hall together, overlooking the mountains and rivers of the sect.
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The Bamboo Emperor smiled and said: "Old Ancestor Yuan, I'm so happy."
Because the mountain protector next to him, like his sect master, will soon reach the upper five realms.
Yuan Zhenye's face remained as usual, he nodded, put his hands behind his back, and squinted his eyes to look into the distance. He saw a tall and tall old ape in white, who seemed to be looking at him for eternity.
The Bamboo Emperor joked: "A direct descendant of the Longquan Sword Sect is also a Jindan sword cultivator. Patriarch Yuan should be more careful."
The old ape in white sneered: "Liu Xianyang, plus Chen Ping'an, these two little losers. Be careful? What are you careful about? Be careful not to kill them all with one punch?"
The Bamboo Emperor nodded, "After all, the identities of the two young men are quite troublesome. One is Ruan Qiong's direct disciple, and the other is Wei Bo's half-money bag. Fortunately, our Zhengyang Mountain is not in the Beiyue territory after all. Ruan
Qiong is just a military monk in the Jade Pu Realm."
The old ape in white sneered and said: "How about you die, wait until I reach the upper five realms and come back again? Do you really think you can take revenge after suffering for more than twenty years? As long as these two losers dare to come looking for death, I will give them a ride."
At the Xianjia Inn at Bailudu, Cui Dongshan and Jiang Shangzhen listened attentively. After all, a sect's mountain-protecting formation was not a decoration, and the two of them could only use some small tricks.
The two of them looked at each other in confusion as they listened to the heroic words of the mountain-moving ancestor from Zhengyang Mountain. Jiang Shangzhen was silent for a long time, with a lingering fear on his face, and said softly: "My liver and gallbladder are about to burst."
Cui Dongshan quickly handed over a bottle of wine, "Stop the shock."
Mao Xiaodong took Li Baoping and Li Huai, as well as a large group of Confucian scholars from the Liji Academy, and traveled southward until they finally arrived at the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
The Great Wall of Sword Qi has no sword repairmen anymore.
Not only the Sword Qi Great Wall, but also the Hanging Mountain, Jiaolonggou, and Yulong Sect have all become a thing of the past.
The Sword Qi Great Wall was divided into two parts, and there were many large characters carved on the two walls facing the vast mountains and rivers of the wild world.
Unfortunately, Dong Sangen killed the owner of Hehua Nunnery with his sword, and A Liang and Yao Chongdao teamed up to kill him with their swords.
They were unable to carve words on the city wall. The battle was so brutal that it was too late.
But on the other side of the city, on the half of the Sword Qi Great Wall, there are also many large characters carved on it, but it was Jiazi Zhang's handwriting to show his prestige. But for some unknown reason, the Zhongtu Confucian Temple has not erased those engraved characters.
Nowadays, there is an endless stream of Haoran monks visiting the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
In addition, Haoran Tianxia has set up three large-scale Xianjia ferries between the Barbarian World and the Great Wall of Sword Qi. They are said to be ferries, but in fact they are no less than the capital of the great dynasty. They are building large-scale construction projects, led by the Confucian Temple, and the Middle Earth Divine Continent.
Liuxiazhou and Aaiaizhou each contributed money, effort and people.
Like three nails, driven into the landscape of the wild world.
Over one of the ferries, nearly two hundred sword boats as big as mountains hovered all year round, blocking out the sky and the sun. They were all important Mohist weapons that had not been put to use in that war. After the war ended, they slowly migrated to
A wild world.
At the other ferry, there was only one city builder who also served as city defender.
Mohist giant.
The three ferry giant cities are somewhat similar to the Pima Sect setting up a Qinglu Town in Guixi Valley.
In addition, one of the Guixu sites located on the sea between Jinjiazhou and Fuyaozhou is also controlled by the Confucian Temple.
At the gate of the wild world, the Great Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, Qi Tingji, Pei Bei, Huolong Zhenren, and Huaiyin, these mighty powerful men, were responsible for taking turns to guard the gate for two or three years.
Dressed in red, and a young man wearing a Confucian shirt, Yufeng left the city head and stood on the battlefield site in the south, looking at the big characters on the city head in the north.
Taoism, Haoran, Western Heaven.
The thunder pond is powerful, and the sword spirit will last forever.
Chen, Dong, Qi, Meng.
Li Huai raised his head and looked at one of the big characters, and sighed: "A Liang, who is so stupid, only talks nonsense all day long. Back then, my brothers and I were good friends, and we blew a basketful of cowhide, which made us miserable.
I thought there was no truth in his mouth, but it turned out he was still a bit fierce."
Li Huai curled his lips, "This is the only word in the world that is written by an earthworm. Even if A Liang stood in front of me and said he didn't write it, I wouldn't believe it."
Li Baoping was a little sad, "The two sections of the Sword Qi Great Wall are no longer protected by formations. If there is another war, they will never be restored."
Li Huai comforted: "It won't happen again."
Even if it is not devastated by the war, year after year of wind, rain, and strong sun exposure, the city walls will gradually erode, and one day, all the inscriptions on the city walls will be blurred.
A dusty old man in yellow clothes, with falcon eyes and skinny bones, turned into a rainbow from the top of the city and headed south in the wind. Suddenly he made a turn and floated to the ground, landing ten feet away from the two of them. He seemed to be running.
I came here to admire the inscriptions on the city walls.
Nowadays, there are sages from the Confucian Temple and two monks on the top of the city and the sky, and the customs and inspections are extremely strict. In addition, all the monsters in the wild world are blocked to the south of the Hundred Thousand Mountains and three ferries.
Therefore, the Haoran World monks traveling on the Great Wall of Sword Qi are even more secure and worry-free than when the Sword Cultivator was there.
Li Baoping and Li Huai are about to leave.
The old man's expression was as usual, but he was a little worried. He no longer cared about his superior demeanor and took the initiative to ask: "Is this girl's surname Li? I was debating in the Liji Academy with Yuan Yu, who was born in the Yasheng lineage.
Body Taoism and Taoism?”
Li Baoping turned sideways, nodded to the old man and said, "It's me."
In that debate, according to rumors, Li Baoping lost to Yuan Yu.
Li Huai was present at the time, but he didn't understand it anyway. However, Yuan Yu, who compiled three volumes of "Yi-Jie" at a young age, spoke elegantly and calmly when discussing Taoism, and he was relatively unbeatable. On the other hand, Li Baoping
, often frowning, meditating for a long time, often hesitating to speak, as if he has denied himself.
And Yuan Yu is one of the ten young people in the world.
It is said that Qing Ming Tianxia is the one in his hometown, but he has become the direct disciple of Ya Sheng.
The old man said regretfully: "This Yuan Yu, who comes from the orthodox lineage of Confucianism and is the direct descendant of a sub-sage, dares to say that the Taoist ancestors and the sage ancestors are 'the beginning and the end of each other'. It is outrageous and inappropriate."
Li Baoping said with a smile: "Senior, please speak directly when you have something to say. If you have something to say, you don't have to be polite to me."
The implication of her words is that people who would say such things have absolutely no understanding of the "three ways" debate.
Since you don't understand it at all, you are not here to learn from each other, so today's get-together must be for something else.
The old man looked embarrassed. He was really not interested in the quarrels of these scholars after eating too much, and he didn't understand. This trip to the vast world was so careful and trembling that he almost broke his legs. It was very hard for the old man.
He glanced at the Shiwanda Mountain to the south. It was not too far away from his hometown. If he returned in vain, he would probably have two of his four legs broken by the old blind man.
But although the old man was anxious, he still looked calm and signed himself up, "My Taoist name is Longsangong. He is a wild cultivator from Shanze in Nanbosu Island. He has read some books by sages and sincerely admires the knowledge of the literary sages..."
Li Baoping immediately asked with a smile: "May I ask the old gentleman, what is the meaning of transforming one's nature into falsehood, and what is the meaning of clear division and envoys?"
The old man in yellow, who called himself Longsangong, started scratching his head again. He felt that this little girl was so difficult to deal with, so he had to be honest and said: "To be honest, I do know a little bit about the saints' doctrines of various schools in the Confucian Temple, but I only know about Literary Saints."
The same lineage, from Mr. Wen Sheng’s Hedao Sanzhou, to the direct descendants of the Wenwen lineage who turned the tide, I have sincere admiration, and there is absolutely no falsehood.”
From the literary sage lineage, left and right, Chen Ping'an and Cui Chan.
The left and right swords were drawn here, and Chen Ping'an served as the hidden official.
The mountains and rivers were turned upside down. Cui Chan traveled across continents and dispersed the fourteen realms of Taoism. He merged with the two heavens and earth to become the second "Great Wall of Sword Qi", completely blocking the retreat of the barbaric world. The great ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain was forced to
If we concentrate our efforts and open the sea in three places, we will return to ruins. Otherwise, the time scale and weights and measures of the two heavens and the earth will not be repaired within a hundred years. This invisible collapse of rituals and music will not have much impact on ordinary people, but it will cause disaster.
All the monks in the two worlds. The inner demons take the opportunity to cause trouble, and they will only grow like weeds. The monks have a perfect heart, but the sky will collapse and the earth will fall apart. How can a small loophole defeat the leakage in the heaven and earth? And the later it is repaired, the worse it will be to the heaven and earth.
The greater the impact.
Li Huai was a little bored.
Sorry, there are some mountain monks who follow the trend and join the lineage of literary saints. Especially the Longsang Gong in front of me, after all, he has memorized the thirty-two chapters of my ancestor and then exchanged polite greetings.
He doesn't look like an old man, let alone compared with Pei Qian, he is worse than himself.
If he hadn't been afraid of the Confucian sage sitting in the sky, the old man would have slapped the little girl in red away, and then ran away with Uncle Li.
The old man glanced at the side of Shiwandashan from the corner of his eye. Fortunately, the old blind man had not shown up yet, so there was still a chance to remedy the situation. Maybe it was still too late, but it must be too late!
The old blind man has a bad temper, and his attacks are never serious. The key is that the old blind man has been blind for thousands of years. He has only been bullying his loyal family members for thousands of years.
There are only fourteen realms in the world. Why don’t you ask Chen Qingdu about swords? Why don’t you go and spar with the great ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain? An old man with no four-liang bones, only
He will show off his realm to himself, and the old bird will wait for the dog to die, right? Let’s see who can outlast the other.
Li Baoping moved forward, stopped in front of Li Huai, and asked: "Old sir, why don't you get straight to the point and speak openly?"
The old man stroked his beard and smiled, pretending to be calm, and said bravely: "Okay, okay, the little girl has good taste. I do have some selfish intentions. I see that you two young juniors have extraordinary bones and are the only geniuses in Taoism. So,
I plan to accept you as the anonymous disciples. Don't worry, Miss Li, you don't need to change the family. I have suffered a lot in my life of practice. I have never been able to accept you as my direct disciple. I really can't bear to leave my Taoism, so I have failed.
So I want to give you a blessing."
Li Baoping shook his head, "Old sir, I have good intentions. As for apprenticeship, forget it. Even if it is an anonymous disciple, it is still inconsistent with etiquette."
The old man complained endlessly, "Who cares about you? At a young age, you have the air of a gentleman, and you are still a woman."
If during those turbulent years when I was roaming the wild world, a little girl like you, who was an eyesore and ignorant, would have grabbed it casually and crunched it one by one.
Li Huai thinks this old gentleman is a bit interesting. He is sneaky and has a bad tone. He is worried that his teachings will fail, so he is giving away a blessing for nothing?
Li Huai asked in his heart: "Li Baoping, is this guy here to rob someone's house?"
Li Baoping replied: "No. He doesn't have the courage."
So Li Huai asked with a smile: "Old senior, I would like to ask, what state are you in?"
The old man almost burst into tears as he finally got to talk to Uncle Li.
I didn’t even dare to go to that big-ass Aquarius Continent. I waited overseas for several years and finally waited until Li Huai went to the Middle-earth Divine Continent.
A whole ten years, ten years, working hard in the vast world, hiding here and there, ascending to the realm of dignity, being the same generation as Fei Fei and the old deaf child, and being a bereaved dog for ten years!
The old man gathered his emotions and coughed, "The state is acceptable, there is a small way."
Li Huai smiled and said: "Then it's not too high?"
The old man immediately said: "High, why not high? It's just self-effacing."
Li Huai stretched out his thumb and pointed at the big words on the wall, "A-Liang and I are brothers who chop off chicken heads and burn yellow paper. It was A-Liang who banged the bowl with his chopsticks and cried out before I agreed."
The old man wanted to die. What an evil act the old blind man had committed. He accepted a disciple like this to harm himself?
The old man's heart tightened, and he felt that the suffocating majestic momentum seemed to be approaching the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
We can't live in fear for ten years, only to end up with a bleak ending of being beaten half to death.
The old man fell to his knees and prostrated on the ground, "Li Huai, please, please agree to practice with me. As for becoming a disciple or something, just be happy."
Even Li Baoping was a little dumbfounded. What was this Longshang Gong who ran out of nowhere trying to do?
Li Huai was even more shocked.
Sure enough, all the blessings that come to my door in the world will be rejected. This old gentleman can't figure it out. Let him practice whatever he wants.
A short old blind man appeared out of thin air next to Na Longsangong. With a kick, there was a click and an ouch, and the old man in yellow had his entire spine broken and he immediately collapsed to the ground.
The old blind man sneered and said: "You are a piece of trash. You can't handle such a small thing well. You have been wandering around in the vast world. Have you eaten shit for ten years?"
The old blind man turned his head and "looked" at that Li Huai, and asked with a straight face: "Are you Li Huai?"
Li Huai asked: "Can I not?"
The old blind man smiled and asked: "What do you think?"
Li Huai looked sincere and nodded: "I think it's okay."
Li Baoping frowned slightly.
On the other side of the city, there was a Confucian Temple sage, an Ascension Realm, and an Immortal Realm swordsman, but none of them moved.
She immediately breathed a sigh of relief. At least these two old men were not criminals who would commit violent crimes.
The old blind man sneered: "You and that bitch are sworn brothers? That's great."
In this way, my seniority will be higher.
The old blind man pointed to the south and said, "Boy, as long as you become my direct descendant, the hundreds of thousands of mountains in the south and the thousands of miles of scrolls will all be under your jurisdiction. The golden-armored warriors, the criminals and the monsters will be at your disposal."
Li Huai grimaced and lowered his voice: "I was just making up nonsense, senior, why did you eavesdrop on it, and why did you take it seriously? This kind of words cannot be spread randomly. It was given to the Fourteenth Realm who has opened his eyes.
The old god listened to this, we both can't eat anymore and have to walk around, so why bother?"
Li Baoping stretched out his fingers and rubbed his eyebrows.
On the way here, Li Huai was indeed bragging in private, so he didn't make a draft. The words Li Huai and the old man said at the time had roughly the same meaning.
As for the old man who was so fierce and ruthless that he crushed other people's spines with his kick, Li Baoping had already guessed his identity. He was the "old blind man" in the wild world.
Because the Longshan Gong who "accepts a disciple and kowtows to ask for help" clearly has a broken spine, but he is still "comfortable" lying on the ground, with some playful eyes, and keeps secretly looking at Li Huai. The old man in yellow just looks a little sad.
The jar was broken, but there was absolutely no sign of injury. If it were any cultivator, no matter how tough his physical body, no matter how powerful his supernatural power, after suffering such a severe injury, his expression would be sluggish.
The old blind man pointed to his eyes. The eye sockets were sunken and there were no eyeballs.
If a cultivator in the upper fifth realm who is under the Ascension Realm dares to use his magical power and look directly at this place, his soul will probably fall into the bottomless abyss on the spot, and his soul will be stripped away, and he will become a person without a master, just a skinned puppet.
Li Huai blinked and asked tentatively: "Isn't it the senior that A Liang admired the most in his life? Every time he talks to me about his senior, that guy will take a bath and change clothes first, and talk about the heroic spirit and heroic deeds of his senior.
Alliang burst into tears every time."
What Li Huai means is that since I am more nonsense than A Liang, I am not qualified to be your disciple.
The old blind man rubbed his chin. He is a good disciple. If he can talk, he will not be bored in the future. His vision in recruiting disciples is indeed not bad.
In fact, since the feudal world has been divided for thousands of years, there are no monster monks who hope to make the old blind man "green eyes" and become the direct disciple of a great monk in the Fourteenth Realm, and then reach the sky in one step.
It's just that those poor opportunistic people, each with more tricks than the last, tried their best to please the old blind man, but they all became the meal of the "old man in yellow".
The old blind man's idea couldn't be simpler.
Disciple, I can take it and use it to close the door. Master, don’t beg, or you will die if you do.
The old blind man stretched out his hand, grabbed Li Huai's shoulder, and lifted it gently. It was a bit interesting because of its strong bones.
Li Huai's face turned pale, he stood on tiptoes, held the old blind man's withered arms with both hands, and begged Li Baoping: "Li Baoping, please help me. Chen Ping'an finally got home, but I was again
What's the point of being captured and made a disciple of Shi Laozi?"
Li Huai was really not happy to practice Taoism in the mountains for several years or decades. Anyone who wanted something like realm would take it.
Li Baoping said sternly: "Old senior, I don't have the same principles as you. When accepting disciples and becoming teachers on the mountain, you have to talk about your wishes and we will do it according to the circumstances."
The old blind man smiled and said: "Little girl, don't think that having an older brother who is not my relative can have some problems with me. Li Xisheng is still too young now, and his level is far from enough. As for whether he can be in the vast world.
Fulfilling your wish is a matter of two things."
Li Baoping smiled and said, "You don't mean what you said."
However, Li Huai suddenly became angry. This old blind man had gone too far.
Holding the arm with both hands, Li Huai flew up and kicked the old bastard on the chest.
The old man in yellow who was lying on the ground enjoying the blessing almost had his dog eyes popping out.
The old blind man didn't move at all. He just stretched out his hand and patted the dust on his chest. Instead of being angry, he smiled, nodded and said: "Okay, he looks like a closed disciple of mine."
Li Huai felt a little guilty, so he used that inexplicable martial arts technique, gathered his voices into a line, and said tremblingly to Li Baoping: "Baoping Baoping, my legs are weak right now and I have no courage at all. Stand up."
I can't even stand still, I don't dare to kick anymore, I'm sorry."
The old blind man said with a smile: "It's quite right to be so benevolent and righteous. If it were Chen Ping'an, he wouldn't dare to do this."
As a result, Li Huai suddenly became bold and took another flying kick.
The old blind man hummed, "It has potential, which is pretty good."
The old man in yellow clothes seemed to have suffered two heavenly calamities one after another, and he suddenly began to worry. This Uncle Li was really going to become the direct descendant of the old blind man, and he expected that his life would not be easy.
On top of the city, a sage from the Confucian Temple asked: "Is everything okay?"
Mao Xiaodong smiled and said: "A mountain with a hundred thousand people that can accommodate several sword immortals traveling to the north is definitely not a smoky place. A person who can be friends with Aliang, a person who can be respected as a senior by my husband, what do I need to worry about.
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The old blind man "glanced" at the top of the city. He was a scholar who came from the lineage of literary saints. He really knew how to talk.
The old blind man withdrew his gaze. Facing this very pleasing Li Huai, he looked kind and cheerful for the first time. He said: "When you become my first and last disciple, you don't need to stay in the mountains to practice. You can wander around the two worlds. Do you see the one on the ground?
I will be your follower from now on."
Li Huai said with a mournful face: "How virtuous and capable I am, to be able to ask Senior Longshang Gong to protect me."
How high can a fucking person kneel down and kowtow to him? It’s hard to say who protects whom. The key is that the old man on the ground has no character at all. Compared with his own character, he is not the same person at all.
Even if they come together, they will definitely not be able to talk about it.
The old blind man had a good temperament and said with a smile: "Yes, you are indeed my disciple, and you dare to look down on someone in the Ascension Realm. Very good, then there is no need for it to live."
The one on the ground in the Ascension Realm, seeing that the situation was not good, stood up with lightning speed and begged bitterly: "Li Huai, for the kindness of being alive today, I will definitely repay you with death in the future."
It knows exactly who the old blind man is, and he is definitely not a joker.
Li Huai asked: "Can you stop being a direct disciple and become an anonymous disciple?"
The old blind man nodded and said, "Of course."
Li Huai sighed, glanced at the old blind man behind his hands, and then at the old man Longshan Gong with a flattering smile. This is nothing.
Li Huai quietly said to Li Baoping: "When I learn my skills, I will help you beat up this anonymous master. Anyway, being anonymous does not count as bullying the master and destroying the ancestors."
Li Baoping smiled and said, "Even the seniors can hear it."
Li Huai laughed, walked quickly to the old blind man, and rubbed his shoulders skillfully.