Chapter 841: Fate and Raise the Sword, a hundred years of empty promise
Feng Qiao stood in front of his small courtyard and watched Su Jing leave.
It wasn't until Su Jing's background disappeared for a long time that Feng Qiao withdrew her gaze, lowered her head again and pondered for a moment... Suddenly, she raised her finger and drew a medium-sized circle on her heart. On that day, Su Jing drew the talisman,
The last stroke was a circle, drawn on the heart.
She followed Fengqiao and smiled, turned around and went back. Without sighing or being lazy, she meditated, sat cross-legged, and began her practice.
Su Jing returned to the main hall, prepared his pen and ink again, concentrated his consciousness again, and began to prepare his second talisman. Soon, his mood was as calm as an ancient well, and his thoughts were floating like clouds. The second time, he was stunned, and for a moment
at every turn......
It took six years, but once I woke up, my writing was like a dragon or a snake!
This time, there was no delay. This time, the sharpness of the brushstrokes was restrained, and the surge of knowledge was smoothly vented. Su Jing was sober from the beginning to the end. Unfortunately, he failed to grasp the last stroke of this talisman well, and he was really blind.
The great sword talisman turned into a few wisps of green smoke.
Su Jing shook his head. Although he drew the talisman for the sake of 'process', he still couldn't draw anything good, and he couldn't help feeling regretful. Then he realized that Feng Qiao had arrived at some point, standing at the door of the hall, looking at him with a smile.
Feng Qiao has a reserved temperament, but her brows are naturally charming, so her smile is very pure and charming. She is a charming woman.
Su Jing put away his pen and nodded to Feng Qiao: "How have you been practicing recently?"
"Very good. I have thought a lot and have a clear mind. I have already understood Xiao Zhenyi." Feng Qiao replied with a smile, looking happy: "I don't know if there is no heavenly calamity in this world, or there is calamity but we don't attack outsiders.
After breaking through the realm of comprehension, I was unable to face the heavenly calamity, and my body was not refined. However, I can feel it myself. As my cultivation has grown, my lifespan has also increased."
Six years later, Fengqiao was destroyed and rebuilt, and the fourth realm was successfully completed.
Su Jing was happy for her and asked: "What about the next level? What are your plans?"
"Seize the Gang here." After saying that, after a pause, Fengqiao continued: "No matter what happens, you can never let go of practice. I just don't know if there is a major lineage of Earthly Evil in this world. If there is, I think I can.
Fight evil here."
Although the world created by Brother Eleven is nondescript, there are all kinds of evil spirits. Su Jing raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Yes! And it's very close. You're lucky, just follow me!"
The location of the Aguwang Ruins is on the edge of a raging fire. This is not a coincidence, but Su Jing specially chose a place with a raging fire to place the palace, and used its aura to protect the palace. Take Feng Qiao out of the palace and go there
Where the edge of the evil lies.
During the trip, Su Jing said to Feng Qiao: "Here there are earth evil spirits and Tiangang. However, it is easy to defeat the evil spirits, but it is difficult to seize them. The Tiangang here is the Yuanling Storm that you and I have seen before."
The storm was really too violent. It was difficult for Su Jing to get close to it. Only powerful people like Fairy Langlang could play in it. Feng Qiao wanted to capture some Gang Qi and use it for his own purposes. But Feng Qiao didn't care. He was from a famous family.
The disciple will not despair easily, nor will he complain casually. The word "take things easy" is always correct. He smiled and shook his head: "Let's talk about seizing the gang after we get rid of evil spirits."
When they reached the edge of the Earthly Evil, Su Jing's original intention was to stay temporarily to protect her and help her survive the most dangerous beginning of the evil. But Fengqiao still shook his head, she didn't need a guardian, she could handle it on her own.
No matter how powerful others are, they cannot overstep their control when it comes to cultivation and family matters. Feng Qiao had his own plans, and Su Jing did not dissuade him. He said a few words and left after saying goodbye. Before leaving, Feng Qiao suddenly called Su Jing again, and she smiled.
:"Thank you."
Su Jing didn't think there was anything to thank him for leading the way, so he waved his hand and went back to the palace.
After walking around the palace, everyone was still in seclusion, refusing to listen to the request to refine Fujiko's little thief. Xiang Liu came to the realization again after two fierce battles. With their cultivation and foundation, seclusion for three to five hundred years is nothing.
What, it’s only been more than ten years since the Qing Dynasty, so it’s not worth the fuss. What really surprised Su Jing was the three corpses. The three dwarfs were in seclusion, and they really didn’t come out.
They don't know how to do magic, seclusion or anything like that. Isn't it interesting?
While laughing in my heart, I secretly messaged the leader of the Shasha monk in the temple on the outskirts of Beijing. Soon the other person's consciousness was transmitted to Su Jing's consciousness. The temple was peaceful and there was no movement among the people. But the blind boy was working diligently.
Qin, because he liked the deacon, he got a promotion in addition to the salary increase. He switched from lighting the fire himself to directing other servants to do it. With the promotion in the position, there are natural benefits: he can get medicine from the master in the temple every year.
Good stuff, a pill that really prolongs life and is difficult to cultivate in the world.
If an ordinary servant does not practice, his lifespan is about the same as that of the Eastern Han people. Seventy is considered rare in ancient times. But temple servants can live for two or three years if their masters give medicine and practice the Qi-nourishing Kung Fu handed down from the temple.
A hundred years old, for mortals, this is good fortune. For temples, the demon monks seek stability, and naturally hope that those trustworthy servants can work more.
This really saves Su Jing a lot of trouble. Otherwise, if the fire boy's lifespan is up, he will have to find a way to sneak into the temple with other identities. Now, at least for the next two to three hundred years, he won't have to worry about this.
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There is nothing going on in the temple, and the charioteers are not moving, so Su Jing is doing some spiritual practice!
Preparing the pen and ink, Su Jing drew the symbols... In the blink of an eye, another forty years passed in peace and quiet. Su Jing meditated, captured the soul, and used the pen to make seals. Living in a world of enemies, his practice was peaceful and stable.
Su Jing was not the only one who refused to listen, Xiang Liu, San Zhi, Feng Qiao, all these people from China practiced peacefully and peacefully.
There is another Chinese native in Yujie, Tangren, Ye Fei.
Ye Fei was still sitting in the desolate valley in the northwest of Qiujiang. The fire in the huge furnace had been extinguished long ago. The fire was extinguished and the furnace was cracked. Ye Fei didn't care about anything at all, and continued to practice until the furnace could no longer bear it.
live.
At first glance, the scenery in this remote valley looks like a sword tomb. There are countless long swords stuck in the rocks. Ye Fei is sitting on a black and red boulder, reading his palm in the skylight, concentrating on himself.
His left palm... remained motionless, staring at it like a fool for seven days.
Suddenly, Ye Fei stretched out his right hand, and plucked it out from the palm of his left hand like a thorn... In the palm of his left hand, the lifeline in the palm print disappeared, while on Ye Fei's right hand, there were more
A small sword like a silver needle.
The small sword flickered and turned into a seven-inch sword, and then turned into a three-foot green sword!
Palm lines are life lines, and hiding a sword with palm lines means nourishing the sword with life. These evil tricks are not inherited from Lishan.
Dancing two sword flowers, Ye Fei carefully looked at the long sword in his hand. There was no expression on his face. He couldn't say he was satisfied or disappointed. It was an expected result. It was a decent sword.
After seeing the 'Sword with Fate Patterns', and then 'drawing a sword' from the left palm, the Wisdom Patterns disappeared and turned into a second sword. It was not as good as the Fate Pattern Sword. The Wisdom Pattern Sword had a dull luster, was not sharp yet, and the sword body was soft and had not been well maintained.
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Ye Fei hesitated for a moment, and returned the two swords to his palms. He waved his sleeves again, and the countless long swords stuck in the remote valley were returned to his bag. The fisherman's painted skin was again draped on his body. The swords were not fully restored, but it didn't matter.
, you can kill and raise at the same time.
No longer waiting, Ye Fei stood up:
Go to Chunjiang, enter the capital, and kill Emperor Yu!
However, when he arrived near the capital, he changed his mind. He heard something: two hundred and eleven years later, the Integer who controlled the ancestors to rule the world would have a ten-thousand-year celebration!
Ten thousand years. Even if the Xiu family lived a long life, they would not be able to wait for ten thousand years. The rusty fisherman who had already seen the capital from a distance thought about it for a while, smiled, and felt that he was lucky. He only had to wait three and a half more years.
You can catch up with this great excitement.
Two hundred and eleven years passed, and Ye Fei turned around and went back to Qiujiang. He was so happy that he forgot: Sixty years ago, he visited the palace at night and uttered wild words about "killing the emperor within a hundred years."
It’s more than just this ‘hundred-year promise’.
One hundred years will uproot the Heaven and Earth building; one hundred years will break the mountain with a single sword; one hundred years will make Su Jing regret letting him go... Su Jing is dead, and the last 'one hundred years' will be
No more counting. In fact, even if Su Jing is not dead, he won’t count. He said it would be one hundred or two hundred years and then forgot about it.
However, what he forgets is how old he is, and he will always remember what he has to do...
"It's been six years." In the world of Middle-earth, in the southeast of East Earth, at the foot of Lishan Mountain, Jian Jian'er's tone was a bit sad.
Shuangshu sisters have the same mind. Jian Sui'er understood what was in her sister's mind, nodded and said: "Sixty years will pass when Su Jing is gone." Shuangshu was ordered to go out to do some work in the mountain. Now she has just returned and has not yet entered the mountain gate. When the two sisters were chatting in private.
, addressing Su Jing by his first name, without mentioning his seniority. Especially Jian Sui'er, she always felt awkward when calling him 'Master-uncle', and she still remembers that Su Jing's butt is not very round.
Sighing slightly, Jian Sui changed the subject: "I don't know what's going on with Master Lin's uncle." Ten years ago, Lin Qingpan, a disciple of the first generation who left the mountain, returned from the mountain. Just like He Yu did back then, he received a hint of the mystery and flew away.
There is hope for immortality, and after returning to the mountain, he enters a state of death. Ten years pass without any movement...
Arriving at the mountain gate, Shuang Shu saw three people saluting Li Shan respectfully.
They are all mortals. They look like a family of three. The parents are not too young and have a four or five-year-old baby. Both the adults and the children look tired and dusty.
Jian Jian'er asked the disciple on duty at the mountain gate what was going on.
"I'm informing my two master uncles that these parents want to send their children to the mountain to practice cultivation. Deacon Liu has already seen it. It won't work, but they refuse to leave. It's been seven days and I have tried to persuade them several times." said the guard at the mountain gate.
The disciple shook his head. Every year, countless people come to Lishan to seek enlightenment, but Lishan has its own standards for accepting disciples. Without the qualifications, even if you enter the mountain, you will have to sit there for decades and die, which in turn delays your good life.
This kid has mediocre qualifications and is an ordinary person.
The two girls sighed together. The two girls, the elder sister was honest and the younger sister was lively, but they both had the same soft hearts. They stepped forward and said to the parents: "Lishan is a place of Qingxiu. Although it is a righteous way, it is not a good person.
If you say no, it won't work. It's useless for you to be so persistent. On the contrary, it will make the children suffer. Go back quickly. The scenery nearby is not bad. Since you have brought the children out, let's go sightseeing. It's just for fun.