The clear moon hangs in the sky, less sad yellow and more intoxicating white, bright and gentle.
The soft moonlight gave the night a calm and peaceful feel. The silver glow shone on the trees, casting mottled black shadows. The chirping of insects was clear and sweet in such an environment.
I saw two people and a horse walking on the forest road.
"My husband plans to let him go to school?" Ji Wuxia's face showed a bit of curiosity and inquiry, and she saw the previous hard-to-get game.
After all, he has left his name on the sword monument. A swordsman who has considerable influence in the world is so clear and stupid. This is Confucianism's Siming's evaluation of Jian Feidao.
Not to mention those outstanding juniors from the De Feng Ancient Way, even ordinary Confucian scholars have a high probability of being able to deceive him.
Lin Chongyang shook his head: "No, his character is not suitable for studying. If he goes to Confucianism, he may not even have ashes left. My husband recommended that he go to Taoism to practice Taoism."
"Which lineage? It's so mysterious, I guess it's not the Daowu King Valley."
"Laojun's direct descendant, Taishang's Mansion."
Just hearing the previous words, Ji Wuxia didn't react for a moment, but she understood when she heard the Taishangfu:
"It is indeed suitable for people with a simple mind to practice."
No matter what, it is the masterpiece of a good friend, a major project that can be recorded in the history of the founding world, and the impression is much deeper than that of the reclusive Laojun.
Then, Wen Kuaixue Shiqing changed the subject: "Is it really okay for my husband to lie like this?"
"This is for his own good. Otherwise, with his character, he would never go back to seclusion with peace of mind. Not everyone is suitable to survive in the world. Rather than end up hurting others and hurting ourselves, we should avoid it at the root."
Thinking of the "glorious history" of another time and space, even Lin Chongyang felt a little stomachache: "It would be a pity if he died young because of this."
Instead of waiting to continue making mistakes in the future, it is better to take a more suitable path directly at the crossroads, which can save a lot of unnecessary trouble, and this is also the choice Jian Feidao made himself.
"Don't forget, people are not stained by the world of mortals, the world of mortals stains people by itself." Ji Wuxia sighed softly.
"Unless Chong Yuzhi goes to invite people out of the mountain, what happens in the future has nothing to do with them."
Lin Chongyang naturally responded to this kind of thing: "And if Jian Feida arrives before Chong Yuzhi, a lot of unnecessary trouble can be saved. I have already shared the interests with the two Taoist immortals of Tianji Diji in the letter. Everything is stated clearly."
The current Taishang Mansion is not an easy place to find. Even the address Lin Chongyang obtained did not rely on connections from De Feng Ancient Road or Daowu King Valley, but from his friend Jiang Nan Chun Xin.
"My husband's so-called tempering is just to solve another hidden danger for Chenglin and the others?" Ji Wuxia joked: "Did you even leave a copy of the detailed information about the Netherworld?"
It was obviously something to be expected, and the habit of speaking harshly cannot be changed.
On the one hand, we need to hone our younger generations, but on the other hand, because we cherish their talents, we will easily solve the hidden dangers that may arise for them. We feel that the younger generations are "stupid" and "unable to cultivate", so it is reasonable to leave them some information.
Lin Chongyang replied: "It's just a general summary, not detailed information."
Then I deliberately left a message.
at this time.
There was a faint sound coming with the breeze, which made Lin Dajianhuang, who had keen senses, shake his head. He immediately used his hands to reduce the noise, and his ears were immediately clear again.
Ji Wuxia guessed what he saw: "That girl is indeed more decisive than Jian Feidao."
She didn't expect that things would unfold like this.
"Today's young people are just open-minded." Lin Chongyang casually connected the vitality of heaven and earth, covering the space of more than a hundred miles behind him, and then sighed softly: "When gold, wind, jade and dew meet, they are better than dry wood and fierce fire."
"Is that what you said?"
"Don't ask, just ask what Master taught you."
"When I go back to say hello next time, I will inform Master about this."
"Since when can't you even tell the truth?"
"What does this have to do with Master?"
"Every direction is supreme, all dragons prostrate themselves, the emperor and heaven are supreme. Because the master's own poems do not rhyme, it is natural for me to be influenced by him."
"quibble."
"Not important, not important."
After some arguments, the matter was revealed, and Ji Wuxia turned to ask:
"How many moves did you make when you fought Jian Feidao?"
"I just created three new sword moves. Let's try the effect on him." The words he spoke were calm and casual.
"Where are you going to go next? Are you going to the front line to see your masterpiece? There should be many people in place now."
"Well, let's go back to the north and have a look."
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As time goes by, on the frontline battlefield where the blood moon hangs high, with the arrival of Rebel God Horn, the "Demon Vein" of the Four Demon Lords under Ten Thousand Demons Jingzuo, the Netherworld army's strength becomes stronger than before.
Moreover, after discovering that our own marching range was deliberately restricted.
The Demonic Venerable immediately activated his back-up plan, which was the method left by Ten Thousand Demons and Earthly Cocoon on him. Using the blood moon as a medium, the evil spirit and miasma of the surrounding earth accumulated over time.
Supplemented by the demonic energy from the underworld, the demons can be endless.
In particular, all the demon soldiers sent were crushed to ashes, and it would be unwise to continue the large-scale march. The demons spawned by evil spirits, miasma, and demonic energies were used by the Rebel God Horns to break the formation and destroy the evil spirit that was used to purify the surrounding earth. Taoist formations are used to ensure the territory of Youjie in the realm of suffering.
Of course, this is also a means of delay.
The demons that breed in the difficult situation can replace the role of the demon soldiers, and the saved demon soldiers can be used to offer sacrifices to Tianyuan.
Since the war situation has reached a stalemate, both sides have their own plans.
After conducting the initial test, the Rebel God Horn directly reported the corresponding information back to Ten Thousand Demons Jingzuo, and began to expand its own combat power.
Woo——
The sound of the trumpet continues to echo between heaven and earth. Beyond the abyss of the sky, the Rebel God Horn is waiting for those who are about to come.
After a while, a powerful sword intent appeared out of thin air, and then I heard it——
"In my life, I sit on the roaring tiger and generate the wind, and there is no one on the top of the world; when a hero meets me, I feel short of breath, and he smiles proudly and fights in the clouds."
I saw a figure wearing a yellow-brown robe stepping out, with a fierce sword intent on his body. He was the number one swordsman under Wanmo Jingzuo.
The "demon flesh" among the four demons is so refreshing.
A strange woman dressed in red, wearing a glazed crown, and holding a crystal demon bone followed closely behind her: "Life is the other shore, death is the same. Ask the world, where is there no underworld?"
She is a powerful general under the command of the Heavenly Demon Yu Kui Yujiang, and is the Wujian Ghost Queen from the Nether World Ghost Clan.
The last person to arrive made Rebel God Horn's pupils shrink suddenly.
"Don't be obsessed with fame, dreams are limited. Look for mountains and rivers, the wind, flowers, snow and moon are endless."
The figure in white, illuminated by an ancient lamp in his hand, crossed the abyss of the sky and stepped onto this strange land. He was one of the infinite six-color killing souls in the cocoon, the white-winged snow soul.
This time, increasing combat power is not just as simple as increasing combat power.
But the Rebel God Horn didn't ask any more questions. Everyone was doing it for the Netherworld, and it must be the Twin Cocoons of Heaven and Earth and Ten Thousand Demons Jingzuo who had some plans.
(End of chapter)
