Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

The story of "Shijunju" is widely circulated in several countries in the southern part of Central Continent. Feng Qingxiu has walked around the city for a few times and heard many storytellers have said this story. Although the version that everyone said is slightly different, it is roughly the same. A sect received a story about a white-eyed wolf, and after the white-eyed wolf grows up, it bites the master, but was killed by the master.

In this story, the Kun-Lai sect and the originally huge "Yin State" became the background and cannon fodder in the story. The former was turned into a sea of ​​flames, and the latter was torn apart after the death of the monarch, but the people here are very grateful. The improvements made by the Yin country back then, especially the improvement of ploughs and rice seeds, made this wealthy and powerful country that did not levy animal taxes a beautiful legend, and even many civilians who listened to the book would still sigh with emotion and say that back then. The Lord should not be soft-hearted. If he cuts the grass without leaving the roots, he will surely be able to survive for generations and be countless, and they can also live better in such a country.

Of course, there are also some people who oppose that the former Li Guozhu clearly self-destroyed the Great Wall. If he was not too suspicious, how could he attack the sect. Without the protection of the sect, which country can not be defeated by the country with the support of the sect?

The two sides will quarrel, and then wait for the storyteller to tell the next story.

Feng Qingxiu sat in the teahouse and listened to a lot of stories. There are many schools in Zhongzhou, and he is no stranger to the matter of cultivating immortals. Even so, the matter of cultivating true self-cultivation is usually not related to common people. Only after the Qi period can we talk about the matter of building funds and elixir to transform the gods, and the most basic thing to practice is to come from food. If you don’t have enough to eat, you want to practice refined qi, and within half a year, you will be refined. If the blood is lost, the milder will suffer a serious illness, and the severer will die directly.

What these storytellers like most is that a mortal accidentally entered the tomb of an ancient monk, accidentally rescued a wounded monk, accidentally encountered a genius treasure, and was accidentally found to be extremely talented and unintentionally. I rescued a female sister from being in love, and then embarked on a fairy road, all kinds of adventures along the way, became a great power, and established a martial art...

And "Shijunjie" is one of the examples in which "unintentionally found to be extremely qualified" and received by immortals.

In contrast, the storytelling stories that the people of Xizhou like have more routines, often after being admitted to Kun-Lai, how to be reused and how to make a fortune on Feilai Peak for the disciples of Chengda, but Xizhou has been here over the years. Many foreign monks brought a lot of novel stories that were similar to these, and they were very popular.

After Feng Qingxiu heard the story about Master yesterday, he didn't know why, so he was not very active. After interacting with Master God, the Master without the support of Lingshi turned into a piece of paper to rest next to him, and he lit a candle. Fire, read the story over and over again and again.

Instinctively feels that Master has a lot to do with that Li Xianjing. Just seeing that name, he can feel that there is a terrifying force in his body that wants to break through the shackles, destroy the world and destroy all the past, related, and harm Those who passed him were swallowed together and turned into chaos, so that the hatred and disgust, killing intent and madness in the depths of his soul could be calmed down.

When he held his forehead to suppress that power, he saw some fragmentary pictures inexplicably.

In the huge cave, a ray of sky light shines through, and the master sits quietly in the light, with a black flame entrenched beside him, burning a horrible and familiar magical thought around him. Whenever the evil thought struggles, there will be a black flame entrenched. The golden light chain bound it firmly, making it impossible to break free.

After a long time, I only listened to the master's indifferent saying: "You don't have to struggle, the seven emotions are fire. I will use all the resentment to turn into the fire of karma to purify your demonic thoughts. After twelve years, if you do not do evil, I will naturally let you go. go with."

The evil thoughts just didn't listen, and the struggle became more vigorous.

The master quietly lowered his eyes, and after a long time, he sighed softly: "And I will not hate it anymore."

After the picture passed, he naturally understood that the magical thoughts should be him in the previous life, that is a big celestial demon.

In order to surrender him, the master will never hate anyone again, but the integrity of the seven emotions and six desires of a person is a person.

very sad.

This kind of emotion has spread to this day, making him a lot of negative attitude, and even want to go directly back to the sea boat, all the way back to Kun-Lai, to the master’s side, tell him that you have me is enough, don’t think about the past. Up.

He looked at the faintly weak fingertips, but faintly caused the space to have a slightly unstable sword energy, and converged it.

After suppressing that force yesterday, he manipulated the Heaven Demon Sword Qi to become more casual and sensitive, and feel that as long as he is willing to break through the shackles, he can easily tear off the fragile barrier in the void, and recruit countless great heaven demon, each They can easily sneak into the sea of ​​knowledge of the strong in harmony, the bad guys practice, and the evil ones.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingxiu took a strong breath, raised her hand and pinched it from her eyebrows, pinching a little demon who was speaking in her heart to death.

"Isn't it good to be alive? Why should I die?" With a scornful smile, Feng Qingxiu left the tea money and turned to leave.

What if he was once the Great Demon Lord?

He is also Feng Qingxiu, the first apprentice of Kun-Lai, and his master has set a life-long winner in life. How can he be full and be the leader of a group of lunatics?

Back in the guest room, he squeezed the paper man on his chest and took it out and kissed it.

Feeling that the disciple’s attitude was wrong, Ji Yunlai took the initiative to show up and comforted him, showing that he was definitely not an old love, but wanted to make sure of one thing-when he killed a little bit of soul, He saw that there was a very important thing left by him in the other's memory, something that shouldn't be lost, and if he didn't find it back or destroy it, he always felt that something was wrong.

Feng Qingxiu, who got the reason, turned her anger into joy, and didn't ask Master what it was--the Master didn't say it outright that he didn't want to say it. He only had to make sure that Master had no intention of retrieving memories.

As compensation, Ji Yunlai communicated with his apprentice very intimately, and was pleasantly surprised. The shy apprentice took the initiative to attack, which was more satisfying than the previous cautiousness.

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The next day, Feng Qingxiu continued to set off with a good mentality. In order not to be involved in the war, he specially picked up the mountain and forest roads, bypassing the city, all the way east, and learned the art of lifting and vertical movement when he was at the outer gate of Kun-Lai. There was no trouble on the road.

When passing by some ordinary villages to ask for directions, he would also ask a few more words and give some money to ask for directions.

Then Feng Qingxiu discovered that although the Zhongzhou people had multiplied for many years, the population loss was huge. In some villages for decades, there were a few more people. Diseases, natural disasters, animal invasions, and a village may give birth to more than a dozen women. There are only two or three children who can survive, and women suffer from serious physical deficits, often dying in their early thirties.

So Nakasu is a thousand years old, and only some people living near the city, living along the river, relying on the protection of a large family, can pay the animal tax, otherwise the ordinary Nomura will not be able to withstand the attack of the beast.

Feng Qingxiu, as long as I don’t commit any crimes, and I don’t commit crimes. I should be able to go to the Yunshan City in the east to find clues about the Yunshan School. But when passing a big city that must be passed by, he still I found that I was too naive.

That day, he passed by the capital city of Pakistan that was at war, and met two Jindan cultivators who were walking together. Feng Qingxiu hid away and did not want to attract attention.

But when I heard the chatter of the two monks, one of the white-clothed swords said, "I heard that there are good goods in the market this time. In addition to the goods shipped by sea, there is also a monk and female slave from Xizhou who will sell. If you buy it , That's double and face-saving."

Another monk in Tsing Yi nodded in support of his friend's point of view, and said: "This female slave is definitely not cheap. I think it can only be bought by the middle school. Xizhou is also a big school. The monks who come out there are low-level and have very knowledgeable. It’s extraordinary, it’s not easy to be fooled to identify the elixir of the elixir, and it’s not a loss to buy it. It’s a pity that we all came from home, and even if we can buy it, we cannot keep it.

The white sword repairman shook his head and said: "You said that Xizhou is obviously barren and only desert Gobi, why are there so many good goods coming from Xizhou Kun-Lai? If there is a chance, go to Xizhou to see how Kun-Lai has been in the outer world for hundreds of years. "

"Don't think about it, the road is so far away," said the Tsing Yi monk, "you said that the three major homes are so arrogant, why are you not tempted? If you can unite with all the factions to fight, you will surely return a lot. Things are enough for our little school to live for a long time."

"Think too much," Baiyi Jianxiu said, "If we really go up, we little sects will only have a share for others."

"You are also reasonable." Brother Tsing Yi smiled bitterly, "Hurry up, I'm afraid I won't be able to buy anything if it's too late."

The two said that they had already gone thousands of feet away, and could not hear any sound.

Feng Qingxiu thought for a while, and followed the direction of the two cultivators towards the very lively capital of Ba Kingdom.

It may be a little dangerous, but in any case, he can't sit back and watch Kun-Lai disciples just let people sell them, even if she is only an outside door, besides, with his current cultivation base, people can't come, there should be few opponents.

It’s just to dress up, and change your status to save the talent.

He quickly changed into a casual dress, watched the defensive array here along the outer city, and began to step on it.

But when he walked a few steps, he realized that it was unnecessary.

The formation here is so inferior, not to mention that he has been educated by the master for many years. Even the one who just graduated from the outer door ascending the mountain can solve the manipulation by counting the breath, and even modify the anti-kill. There is no difficulty. .

A feeling of calm and slight excitement spread in his heart. It was a young man his age, a unique wish to make a big event and big news.