Sword of Coming

After Cao Xi, who likes to talk carelessly, left, Xie's house immediately regained its purity. The whole family, from the woman who headed the house, to a pair of children, to several old servants and old women, all walked on tiptoe, lest they disturb Xie. Real rest. During this period, the Xie family lived an unreal life. Suddenly, from the Jiaxu family tree, a living ancestor appeared, who had lived for countless years.

I am afraid that only the young man with long eyebrows who has been silent since childhood is relatively stable, because Xie Shi roughly explained the outside world to him, and let the young man temporarily follow Ruan Qiong to forge swords and blacksmith. It was just a matter of chance, not to follow his ancestors. It would be better to be dominant and domineering. The young man with long eyebrows has a tenacious heart. Even after learning that his ancestor Xie Shi was about to become the first Heavenly Lord of Ju Luzhou in the north, and that his cultivation and status were actually one step ahead of his master Ruan Qiong, the young man still did not reveal the slightest idea of ​​changing his family. This made Xie Shi feel slightly appreciative in his heart. This is the measure that the descendants of the Xie family should have.

The young man was destined not to know that if his long-browed son was a little uneasy, Xie Shi would give up the idea of ​​nurturing him, and would even take the initiative to say something to Ruan Qiong, so as to avoid misfortune to the family and the misfortunes to the family.

This means that Changmei'er has almost completely lost the possibility of attaining immortality and reviving his family tradition.

The mountain immortal masters recruit disciples, especially the land immortals of Taoism, who attach great importance to cultivating the mind. It is often not something that can be finalized in a few years, but more often, it takes decades of traveling around to find a satisfactory disciple who can inherit the incense. During this period, many immortal masters will give various tests, such as wealth, life and death, love, and many worldly matters, which are all the barriers to reaching heaven. Whether to continue to stay in the river as a fish or a carp to jump over the dragon's gate may only be a matter of one thought. trade-offs between.

The road is long, and every qi practitioner who has reached the tenth realm, especially the upper five realms, without exception, is a person with amazing talents and beauty.

It's just that there are three thousand avenues, and there is no definite number on the road to mountain climbing, so each one has its own predestined relationship. If a temperament that Tianjun Xie Shi doesn't like may fall into the eyes of other sages or heretics, it may be a good piece of raw jade. So there is an old saying that there is no perfect path for everyone.

Of course, Xie Shi's status is lofty and his vision is naturally lofty. In fact, with the qualifications and talents of the long-browed boy, he will be an extremely sought-after Taoist embryo among the immortal sects in Aquarius Continent. He doesn't care about anything. He must first accept him as a disciple. , every additional god of the fifth level in the mountain gate will be a great help, whether it is used to intimidate the emperors and generals of the secular dynasty, or the subtle relationship with the "neighbors" in the surrounding mountains. How could anyone be as picky as Xie Tianjun? .

Xie Shi drank the wine slowly, with a sad look on his face.

"Ancestor, are you worried?" The long-browed young man sat across the table. A pair of very high-quality incense villains saw that no outsiders were at home. They jumped down from the plaque in the lobby and started chasing and fighting on the young man's shoulders and head. , cheerful and playful. The long-browed boy has long been accustomed to this.

Xie Shi drank sullenly, "It's just that I have a guilty conscience."

The boy with long eyebrows said in astonishment: "My ancestor is so powerful, why do we still need to do things against our will?"

Xie Shi smiled and said, "You will still be so unhappy in the future, so there is no need to make a fuss. Your temperament is more naive than agile. You are good at swordsmanship. Taoism is pure. It sounds like a stagnant temperament. In fact, it is not. Most of all, You need to ask yourself, it’s not easy in every way.”

Parents Xie nodded.

Xie Shi looked at the slightly childish face and sighed in his heart.

Troubled times are coming, and heroes are vying for the throne, which is destined to be exciting, but there will also be many helpless separations of life and death, both on the mountain and down the mountain.

Xie Shi waved his hand, indicating that the young man could leave.

A pair of little incense figures jumped back to the plaque and stayed there, leaning on each other and whispering.

Xie Shi closed his eyes and rested his mind, breathing softly, and his mind wandered in oblivion.

After Cao Xi left Taoye Lane, he took a casual stroll, walking in the streets and alleys. He was a wealthy man with a smile. Outsiders did not know his prominent status, but Cao Xi could chat with everyone. If all the treasures in Lizhu Cave had not been exhausted, with Cao Xi's temper of "plucking feathers after a wild goose flies" in Posuzhou, he would not be able to turn the town upside down to enjoy himself. Cao Xi was filled with hatred and anger before the Li Dynasty. According to the secret letter from the descendants of the Cao family in Dali, Dali's trip to collect magic weapons like fishing in the dry swamp was really fruitful. Even those with a high level of cultivation like Cao Xi were a little greedy.

In the battle of slaying the dragon, the sages of the three religions and hundreds of schools fought a bloody battle here. The fight turned the world upside down, and corpses fell like snow. Then four saints descended from the sky and drew the ground as a prison. All the treasures were left in the small cave sky, one month at a time. Open the door to welcome guests, everyone relies on their ability, pay for the door, and rely on their eyesight to pick up the leaks. There are many lucky people whose realm suddenly skyrockets after they go out.

Cao Xi hesitated for a moment and said to himself: "Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. If you don't say a few words, I will be disappointed."

When he came to the supervising government office, the concierge had poor eyesight and was not qualified to know about Cao's family affairs or the affairs of the mountain. He aggressively blocked Cao Xi from the door. Cao Xi was not angry and stood at the door of the government office with a smile. I chatted with the concierge outside, and it became quite lively after going back and forth. As a result, Cao Jun, who moved out of the Cao family's ancestral house and came to live here temporarily, noticed something strange and mentioned it to the superintendent Cao Mao. The eldest grandson of the Cao family in Shangzhu State was so frightened that he immediately ran to the gate and saw The ancestor who was thinking about him day and night fell to the ground without saying a word and kowtowed.

The doorman was frightened out of his wits.

Even though Cao Mao was chatting and laughing with the governor Wu Yuan, he didn't think much of Wu Yuan, a disciple of the imperial family who was born in a humble family. He was also a well-known noble son in Dali Capital. Today, Cao Xi arrived. It's really unambiguous in front of me. No wonder Cao Mao lost his sense of proportion. Cao Xi, the oldest ancestor of the family, is superior to the ancestor who won the title of Shangzhu Kingdom for the family. Only the legitimate sons of each generation of the Cao family are qualified to know. This is a huge secret that can be revealed in critical moments. My ancestor, the Land Sword Immortal of Posu Island, and the half owner of Zhenhai Tower, this is a life-saving talisman that is more effective than the iron coupon to avoid death.

Cao Xi walked up to Cao Mao and kicked him, "Get up, don't embarrass yourself here."

Cao Mao stood up quickly, not even willing to pat the dust on his official uniform. The young man's eyes were red with excitement, and he felt from the bottom of his heart.

Is it possible to see the immortal figures in the upper five realms if you want to? What's more, they are ancestors whose names are clearly written on the family tree!

With such a big backer, the Cao family's children will not be able to walk sideways not only in this corner of the Great Li Dynasty, but also in the entire Aquarius Continent?

Cao Xi asked: "Have you found out Chen Pingan's ancestral home?"

Cao Mao said respectfully: "Ancestor Qi, after checking it out, there is nothing special. Going back hundreds of years, they are ordinary people in a small town. There is not even a well-documented Qi practitioner. .”

Cao Xi hummed, "Then this matter is simple now. It's just that this is still a strange thing. Either the Chen family of Longwei Xi has done something wrong, or a certain ancestor's luck is too bad." Du', Yin eats Mao grain, and has predicted the blessings of dozens of generations of descendants. Forget it, don't worry about these, they are just trivial matters."

Cao Mao bent down and wanted to lead his ancestor to the lobby of the government office. Cao Xi said angrily: "You're such a big official, I feel ashamed sitting in that lobby."

Cao Mao was a little at a loss.

He really didn't have any experience in dealing with the ancestors of immortals. He estimated that his grandfather, the current head of the Cao family in the Shangzhu Kingdom of Dali, would also be at a loss here.

Cao Xi stood under the archway in the Yamen Square and sneered: "Cao Jun, get out of here."

Not long after, Cao Jun, who was wearing both long and short swords, lazily walked over. When he saw Cao Xi, he didn't know what he was doing. He smiled and said, "Why, you got angry at Xie Zhai and thought of using me as a punching bag. How can you?" You came all the way here just to pick me out and scold me?"

Cao Xi glanced sideways at Cao Jun, "Looking like a bird!"

Cao Jun chuckled and said, "I have no choice but to follow my ancestors."

Deep down in Cao Mao's heart, he was a little envious of the young swordsman who only knew his name and was from the same clan, but he dared to talk to his ancestor in such a careless tone.

Cao Xi was silent for a moment, carefully looked at the layout of the Yamen Office and the changes in the situation, and asked without warning: "Has the Yamen Office just been renovated? Who gave the idea?"

Cao Mao looked around and then whispered: "Grandpa took the government office drawings and asked an expert from the Lu family in the capital to help with some advice. Ancestor, what's wrong? Is something wrong?"

Cao Xi's face was gloomy and uncertain, "Isn't it appropriate? It's very appropriate. It's more hidden than before. With a few changes, it's a beautiful finishing touch. It will probably become your Cao Mao's place of prosperity. Well, don't get me wrong. You are not lucky enough to be the real Dragon Emperor. If nothing happens to you in this life, you will be hereditary and replace the title of Shangzhu Kingdom. If you are lucky, you may be the ancestor of Zhongxing in the genealogy in the future."

Cao Mao was ecstatic and couldn't hide it no matter what.

Cao Jun habitually squinted and smiled.

Cao Xi was a little helpless. He had finally managed to build a big and prosperous family, but how could he end up with a bunch of losers? How could the Shangzhu Kingdom of a dynasty smile from ear to ear?

Cao Xi was in a bad mood for a moment, but he didn't show it on his face.

Cao Xi had no reason to remember that the ancestral home that had been renovated by others was a little different from what he remembered. For example, in heavy rain weather, the shabby house of his childhood had water dripping on the eaves and patio year after year. It had become dilapidated and he had no money to go there. Repair, when it rains, the ground will be splashed with rainwater, and the patio in a wealthy home, no matter rain or snow, "wealth and blessing" will fall into the pool under the patio, but it will never let the surroundings of the patio The ground becomes wet, which is called accepting Feng Shui cleanly. According to the older generation in the town, if the ancestors have accumulated good deeds and rewarded them with a hundred grains of rice, their descendants can use the big bowl of the above-ground pool to receive the feng shui without fail. Living in a whole hundred grains of rice, instead of receiving at most half a bowl of rice like the house where Cao Xi lived when he was a child.

The ancestral house that has collapsed and been rebuilt now is a blessing in disguise. If you believe what the gods say, it can be regarded as catching all the ancestral shadow.

Cao Xi murmured: "A house that accumulates good deeds must have Yu Qing, don't you have to believe it a little bit?"

A fiery red fox sitting on the top of the archway sneered: "It doesn't matter if others believe this, but you, Cao Xi, believe it too? If you really believed it, you wouldn't be where you are today!"

Cao Xi did not raise his head and sneered: "That's because I, Cao Xi, have a tough life and great abilities, so I don't have to believe it. But if I don't believe in a hopeless Cao family like Aquarius Continent, I'm afraid they will say no one day. It’s gone.”

Cao Jun joked: "You really believe it? What, my ancestor wants to do good deeds and accumulate virtue? The sun is really rising in the west."

Cao Xi turned to look at Cao Jun, "Don't worry about that sword embryo. If you feel unhappy, I will make it up to you personally later."

Cao Jun's smile turned cold, "Why?"

Cao Xi finally said: "I am your ancestor."

Cao Jun suddenly laughed, "That's it! Good people will be rewarded, and our ancestors will live long live!"

The flaming red fox stood on the archway and clapped his paws vigorously in celebration, but he could say cool words in the cool breeze, "Wow, the picture of a loving father and a filial son. The ancestors are generous and filial to the descendants. It's so warm, no, no, no. , I’m about to shed tears..."

Cao Xi snorted coldly, was too lazy to pay attention to the mean-mouthed fox, turned around, threw down his sleeves, and strode away.

When the old man walked out of the government office, the sky was overcast and it was really going to rain.

When he returned to his ancestral home in Muping Lane, a pattering spring rain came unexpectedly and became heavier and heavier.

Cao Xi was alone, sitting in the small lobby. There was no plaque, and the little incense man who finally appeared had been eaten by others.

It's just a lonely, dilapidated house.

Cao Xi suddenly stood up, went to the cupboard in the kitchen and took out a large white bowl, walked to the pool corresponding to the patio, squatted on the edge, stepped on the pebbles in the small pool, and used the white bowl to catch the rainwater.

After filling a small bowl of rainwater, Cao Xi took a sip and immediately poured it into the pool. He complained: "Students can only talk nonsense. There is no good wine in this hometown water."

Cao Xi sighed and was lost in thought.

Finally, the old man held the water bowl and looked back. It seemed that there was an old woman working in the house. It seemed that she stopped her movements, held the broom in her arms, and stood there quietly, looking at her son with a smile. The son wants to be raised but cannot be kissed. As a mother, she does not enjoy the slightest blessing, but as long as the son is successful, it does not matter.

The old man, who has already enjoyed all the glory and wealth in the world, has not been so sad for hundreds of years. His eyes were dim with tears and he murmured softly: "My dear mother, dear my silly mother."

At the southern foot of Piyun Mountain, Linlu Academy has broken ground, and it seems that tall buildings are rising every day. The importance that Da Li attaches to this academy and the Emperor Song are completely equivalent to the construction of the Beiyue Zheng Temple. The imperial edict alone is There are two roads, one for the state capital and the other for the county magistrate's palace.

Huang Tingguo Laojiao, whose pseudonym is Cheng Shuidong, is dressed in a well-fitting blue shirt, and he has exactly the mellow temperament of a master.

Including Emperor Dali and Imperial Preceptor Cui Xuan, there are only a handful of people who know the identity of Lao Jiao. Therefore, even though Cheng Shuidong's works have been widely circulated and are famous in the area north of Aquarius Continent, letting a young minister from Huang Tingguo serve as the deputy head of Linlu Academy still aroused a lot of criticism from both the government and the public in Dali. The temple felt that Cheng Shuidong did not have an illustrious title in the Confucian academic system, and his weight was too light to convince the public. The military officials were even more dissatisfied. A bad old man from Huang Tingguo, it would be good if he could survive, but he still wanted to be the seed of Dali to study. Our sir?

Lao Jiao and Wei Bo stood side by side, looking at the hot and dusty address of the academy. This was the first time the two of them had met in private.

The old dragon lamented: "Wei Bo has come back to life again and again, unexpectedly."

First, he was the Beiyue Zhengshen of the Shenshui Kingdom, and then his golden body was broken by Dali and sank to the bottom of the water. After that, he was finally helped to piece together the broken golden body, and he could barely keep the incense flowing. He never thought that disaster would fall from the sky, and suddenly he would die again. He took off the golden body of the two chess-playing immortals and became the lowest-level land lord. He was worse than the ordinary Hepo Hebo, but in the end, he was actually promoted to the Beiyue God of Piyun Mountain.

It is estimated that Dali's original mountain righteous god is eager to fight Wei Bo.

Lao Jiao traveled to various places in his early years, and he and Wei Bo were actually old acquaintances.

It started to rain lightly, and the dust was pressed back to the earth.

Of course, Lao Jiao and Wei Bo didn't have to worry about the rain getting on them.

Wei Bo stretched out a palm and shook it gently, causing the rain curtain in front of him to sway. He smiled and said, "How about everyone in the world envy the gods? Besides, the gods are in front and the gods are behind."

Old Jiao asked softly: "Emperor Da Li really wants to go south to Longquan County?"

Wei Bo didn't hide it, and said with a smile: "Yes, I have to go there in the near future. It will be fun for you, the old dragon, to meet the real dragon emperor. How are you preparing for your meeting ceremony?"

The old dragon smiled and said: "It's ready, it's not worth mentioning."

Wei Bo pointed to the town and asked, "Can we fight? If a fight breaks out, will you take action?"

The old dragon hesitated for a moment, unwilling to regard the future mountain god as a fool. "What else can we do if we get on a pirate ship?"

Wei Bo had a headache, "Just don't damage my Piyun Mountain."

Lao Jiao laughed and said, "You have made this place your home so quickly?"

Wei Bo chuckled, "I like the new and never get tired of the old."

The old dragon stretched out his hand and tapped the white-clothed god next to him, "It's rare in the world to be at your level."

Wei Bo laughed heartily, "Then it must be that you don't know enough."

Hearing the elegant meaning of Xian Zhi, the old dragon immediately stopped his smile and reminded: "There are some things that others can do but we cannot say."

Wei Bo nodded and remembered something, "I have to go to Luolu Mountain, so I won't be in the rain with you."

On the Longxu River, raindrops pitter-pattered on the surface of the river.

Under the stone arch bridge, a woman with green hair as lush as waterweed was hovering above the river bottom, sobbing. She thought of her grandson, and then thought of the miserable situation in which half of her golden body was destroyed, and she became even more sad. It's so difficult to get along at the door, not to mention that grandson is far away in Zhenwu Mountain, practicing among so many gods and spirits?

She used to happily patrol the Longxu River every day, thinking that she had managed to save so many valuable and not-so-valuable treasures by relying on the power of the fox, the tiger, the dog, and the shamelessness to scare people, thinking that one day they would all be handed over. Give it to your grandson so that he will not worry about money on the road of spiritual practice. But now he is suffering great pain and destroying his golden body at the source of the river. This woman of the river god, who has no temple incense, really understands The truth of heaven is unpredictable and practice is difficult. Recently, she has been hiding under this stone arch bridge and crying every day.

Then the woman suddenly stopped and choked with sobs. She endured the horror in her heart and quickly swam to a place close to the shore, obediently letting a supervisor clear the river.

Of course the woman recognizes the Iron Talisman Jiang Zhengshen, whose name is Yang Hua. She is most likely the youngest high-level Zhijiang God in Dongbaopingzhou. She has long golden hair that is ten feet long and her face is covered with a visor. , held a long sword in her arms, had a very bad temper, and many passing monsters died in her hands.

The Longxu River is the upstream section of the Tiefu River, and of course it belongs to the waters of the Tiefu River. Therefore, Yang Hua's inspection of the river is the proper meaning of the title. However, after Yang Hua was promoted to the river god, he never set foot on the boundary of that river. Today is the first time to experience the waterfall. The female river god named Malanhua during her lifetime, even though she became a god, she still behaved like a shrinking businessman. She lowered her head and timidly said a polite word. When she raised her head, Yang Hua had already gone ten miles upstream.

The woman felt angry and felt that this young aunt was too incompetent to be a good person. Even though she was her immediate superior, she was too ungrateful to not even say hello.

So the woman began to feel sorry for herself again, feeling that she was being bullied.

In the end, the woman was afraid of her grandson, and people outside were not taking her seriously. She covered her heart with one hand and wiped her tears with the other. Then, like a carp wagging its tail, she swam quickly to her home to take a look at her treasure. They, thinking that they will be a generous betrothal gift for her grandson in the future, will make her a little happy, and she will feel that there is still hope in this miserable life of suffering even after death.

Outside the post station, there was a wheelbarrow equipped with a fortune-telling stall. The young Taoist priest did not even open the stall before he began to read the palm of a fortune-telling postman to tell fortunes. In the eyes of other post station officials, it was just nonsense. A little chicken pecking at rice is extremely ridiculous. In the end, the young Taoist confiscated the copper coins. In fact, the postman didn't want to spend any money. Fortunately, the Taoist was very sensible and only asked for a bowl of hot water. He stood next to the car and drank gulps of water. He was very happy.

The young Taoist wiped his mouth, waved goodbye to the inn with a bright smile, and continued pushing the cart forward.

Over there at the inn, someone rubbed his eyes vigorously, eh? Why did a woman dressed as a Taoist nun appear out of thin air behind the fortune teller?

The beautiful Taoist nun asked softly: "Uncle Master, you said that you are not the best at fortune telling and chess playing, so who is the best?"

The Taoist named Lu Chen smiled and said: "Your real junior uncle, Ping Tao's senior brother, who will be better at chess than Ping Tao in the future, will be able to defeat the devil in Baidi City, will be a fortune teller better than Ping Tao, will make... ...Sigh, if I don’t say this, it hurts my feelings. In short, this senior brother who is ‘one plus one is still one, plus one more is one’, has always been better than Pindao.”

The Taoist nun was none other than He Xiaoliang, who was abducted by Lu Chen from Shen Gaozong, the heartless woman who made Wei and Jin of Fengxue Temple drink pots of heart-broken wine.

In fact, she had come here as a jade girl before, together with the golden boy, on behalf of the Aquarius Continent orthodoxy, to retrieve the overpowering magic weapon left by the ancestor in Lizhu Cave. When they left, they failed to take Ma Kuxuan away. Instead, she had a beautiful snake gallstone. There was no way she could do it. She had such profound blessings that she attracted attention all over the world. She seemed to like to take the initiative wherever she walked. He moved closer to her and couldn't stop her.

The Taoist nun hesitated.

She wanted to ask a question that even the junior uncle of Shen Gaozong could not think through.

Why is this person next to him the real killer of Qi Jingchun's fate?

Why!

You must know the cultivation Qi Jingchun showed at that time. If he didn't want to hit Dongbaopingzhou to collapse into the sea, and he didn't want to harm all the people in the town, he only chose to face the enemy with two natal characters, but instead used all his strength to attack. This god said Can this young Taoist really be able to compete? Is it even guaranteed to kill Qi Jingchun? !

There is a huge difference between defeating someone in the upper five realms and killing someone in the upper five realms. And after knowing that he will die in the upper five realms, the terrifying and destructive power that explodes is unimaginable.

Unless there are immortals one or two realms higher who try their best to control the battlefield, or someone can move out a small cave to serve as a cage.

This is why Xie Shi dared to come to the town alone.

I really can die in Longquan County, but you, Da Li, have to consider the consequences first.

Li Er was in the Sui Palace at that time, and the same was true.

Lu Chen had already figured out her problem and said with a smile: "Tao can be very Tao. What does it mean? Words and words can be used to speak, but they are far from enough to explain the Tao. As for the meaning of Pindao Well, that’s actually the question you want to ask, and Pindao won’t answer it.”

He Xiaoliang smiled bitterly.

This "little uncle" who appeared in Shen Gaozong inexplicably said countless strange words along the way. She often couldn't understand it. Later, she simply stopped thinking about it. If he wanted to talk, he would talk. It goes on and on. It doesn't work if you close your ears or even close the door to your heart. His voice will still ring in your heart, but when he doesn't want to speak, he can remain silent for ten days and a half.

Lu Chen looked towards the other side of the town and started to talk weirdly again, "Everyone in the world envy the gods. Whether the gods are good or not, they are good. But why don't you, Wei Bo, envy you? Because you have never been a real god."

"Ask yourself, do you feel guilty? If you feel guilty, the word "shame" means that you have a ghost in your heart. It will be a little difficult for you to follow the road of Tianjun."

"Tsk, tsk, your grandson is still being bullied? If he doesn't bully others, he is a kindhearted person. He has great potential, but his temper is really unlikable, but there is nothing you can do about it. A good life means a good life."

"It's strange to say that he was also a person who left a small town and returned to his hometown at the same time. Xie Shi had been a good god all his life, but he had to do something wrong. Cao Xi had been a bastard all his life, but he did something wrong. Kind thing.”

Having said this, the young Taoist suddenly turned to look at He Xiaoliang behind him, and asked with a smile: "Can you hear what an ordinary master is thinking about?"

He Xiaoliang said helplessly: "Only ten realm qi practitioners can vaguely hear about it, but how can I do it now?"

The young Taoist said, "Then you really need to practice hard."

He Xiaoliang could only smile bitterly.

The young Taoist felt that this could be said, so he started talking. Regardless of whether He Xiaoliang was interested or not, he poured the beans out of the bamboo tube and said, "I tell you, this kind of thing is very mysterious, but in fact it is not mysterious at all. One is the heart Extreme sincerity, as the saying goes, where sincerity reaches, gold and stone will open, so the sage has said that only sincerity can move people. Ordinary people, at certain moments, can also attract the influence of gods."

"The other type, of course, is those with extremely high cultivation or extraordinary talents. Their voices will naturally be louder. For example, if a poor Taoist wants to talk to you, you can hear it whether you want to hear it or not."

"But, I don't think this has anything to do with poor Taoism, or is it due to being sincere, what do you think?"

He Xiaoliang was not one to flatter others, "I think it's because of my junior uncle's profound Taoism."

Lu Chen was a little disappointed and didn't want to talk anymore.

Just like when Li Xisheng called Bai Ze on the way into the mountain, he could immediately be heard by Master Bai who was far away on the west coast of Aquarius Continent. Cui Ci, the student next to him, would probably open his mouth and curse a hundred times, Master Bai. They couldn't hear it, or they didn't care if they heard it. Of course, if he were serious, Cui Ci would definitely die on the spot "for no reason" even though he was thousands of miles away.

This kind of proud man is like a shining star shining on the land, which of course attracts more attention. Although the ten-level Qi practitioners who are habitually given the title of "saint" by the secular world hide themselves like thousand-year-old turtles and bastards, in fact, in the eyes of some big shots with profound cultivation skills, they are more visible than ordinary people. .

Of course, it is not that simple for gods and men to look at mountains and rivers with their hands behind their sleeves. A country and a continent have their own invisible barriers that block the sight of others. The origin of the theory of the boundaries of the cave, heaven and blessed land lies in Therefore, if you want to pry into the inside story from across the world, the required cultivation level really needs to be as high as the sky.

In the south of the town, the sound of gold and stone can be heard from time to time in the sky. That kind of shocking sound is not known to ordinary people, but for Qi practitioners, the sound is not small. In fact, the sound of Ruan Qiong's blacksmithing in the sword furnace , fell in the ears of the demon clan, comparable to bursts of spring thunder in the ears.

Those monsters who were lucky enough to stay in the small town showed their true colors one by one. The sea of ​​​​qi shook violently, life was worse than death, and they went crazy. Then he was subdued by the well-prepared Da Li Qi Practitioners and pure martial artists, and then thrown into the mountains. This favor was tantamount to a life-saving favor.

At the same time, Ruan Qiong's sword-making style made others sigh with emotion, a saint is a saint.

But He Xiaoliang was a little surprised, "The sword-making process is coming to an end, why is there still so much movement, causing the mountains and rivers within the realm to shake. Could it be that this sword is of such high quality that it is famous all over the world?"

Lu Chen smiled and said nothing.

Saints also do business.

But since Qi Jingchun has reached an agreement with his master, he will never interfere in this matter again.

This not only shows respect for teachers, but also expresses respect for the scholar.

Think back to those days.

The fortune teller Lu Chen had his back to the school and was reading people's fortunes.

Behind him is a Confucian saint preaching to the Meng children.

As for why Qi Jingchun must die.

It involves a large avenue.

Qi Jingchun read through the classics of the three religions in Lizhu Cave.

Qi Jingchun said he was "hopeful to establish a religion and call himself the ancestor". What religion would he establish?

No matter what it was, he and someone wanted to go to the same place, so as that person's junior brother, Lu Chen had to come here in person.

Lu Chen looked at the sky.

There once was a scholar sitting there, fighting against the immortals of the three religions with his own strength.

Admire to admire, respect to respect.

You still have to do things that go against your conscience.

Later, he followed the trend and roughly deduced Qi Jingchun's true backhand, and left four words for the young man, saying that he wanted him to practice calligraphy. This was true, but the biggest meaning was still like flying a kite. Hope When the young man copied those four characters, he could figure out the most crucial move on a certain day. It was purely the curiosity of a master chess player.

But it was strange that the young man only gave Lu Chen one chance.

And Lu Chen couldn't calculate too much at all.

Lu Chen didn't mind anything about this. After all, the overall situation had been decided, and he really wouldn't add insult to injury after Qi Jingchun's death.

The young Taoist once said to the boy with a smile, "A seemingly good deed may not necessarily mean a good person or a good deed."

It has a profound meaning, not only does it refer to those four words on the prescriptions, but it also refers to the long-planned string of candied haws.

Lu Chen let go of the handle of the wheelbarrow, stretched out, and said with a smile, "If you have nothing else to worry about, what's the meaning of the last sentence?"

The young Taoist nun smiled and said: "This is a good time in the world."