Jiang Wang held Feng Ming in one hand and walked away with his feet on the blue clouds.
While he was marching rapidly, he casually blasted out explosive flame birds, making violent noises high in the sky of Shun'an Mansion to attract the attention of the strong men of Yong State.
For those monks who were still staying at Qingyunting Mountain Gate...he could only do this one step.
Jiang Wang had no feelings for them, and apart from Yu Songhai's identity, he had nothing to do with them. There is nothing more to risking to save people, just four words - I can't bear it.
Those human demons besieged Qingyunting, clearly targeting the opportunity when Weining Hou Jiao Wu had gone to the front line. But no matter what, I dare not make a big show of it.
The formation of ghost mist is to hide the movement.
Jiang Wang first broke through the ghost mist formation to create an opportunity for the Qingyunting monks to escape, and then made a noise in the sky, attracting the powerful men of Yong State to rush to Qingyunting. If those four demons didn't want to die in Yong Kingdom, they would just flee quickly.
Theoretically speaking, at least half of the monks in Qingyunting could survive.
And no matter how many things he does... he can't do it.
After all, he is not a trustworthy figure for the strong men of Yong State. If you act arrogantly at high altitudes, you will be "exercised from all evil deeds" by someone.
He didn't stop for a moment, and after blasting several blasts of flame sparrows in succession, he immediately turned around and headed west, flew low-key for a while, dropped to a high altitude, and dived into a wilderness.
He threw Feng Ming casually on the grass.
Dissipate the magic and feel the clouds of good fortune floating under the Yunding Immortal Palace.
He couldn't help but think that Qingyunting has been gathering good and blessed Qingyun all the time. The monks of Yunding Immortal Palace in modern times should have learned the magic of Pingbu Qingyun from this time.
In other words, Qingyunting ensures the continuation of the immortal art of Pingbu Qingyun.
If one day, all the clouds under the Yunding Immortal Palace will be replaced by the blue clouds of good fortune. So can this blessed Qingyun also be able to lift the Yunding Immortal Palace to fly?
When Genting Immortal Palace was in its heyday, it was such a huge thing. Even if we can move forward, it will be difficult and slow. If you can rely on a huge amount of good fortune and good fortune, and you can travel thousands of miles and have a majestic momentum, then you can really have the grace to dominate the times.
The immortal technique of Pingbu Qingyun was able to allow Jiang Wang, who was in the Neifu realm, to successfully escape from the encirclement of four human demons. It is definitely the strongest escape technique he has mastered so far. It is much stronger than the previous low-grade Taoist technique Flame Meteor.
Of course, immortality has its own system and cannot be simply compared with Taoism.
The Nine Immortal Palaces were dominant in modern times, but in the modern world, only some fragments of the huge immortal arts system have been handed down. It wasn't until this time that he found the lost building Qingyun Pavilion and mastered the success of Qingyun, that Jiang Wang was able to catch a glimpse of scale claws.
It was as if there was an invisible hand that erased everything about the Immortal Palace.
Why were the nine immortal palaces destroyed, by whom, and how did the immortal arts system disappear...
The fog of history surges in time.
Jiang Wang couldn't help but think of the two bloody words that disappeared on the monument to the gods - Taoist thief.
The thief of Tao.
What kind of thing can bear such a name?
This is scary and unsettling.
Is what Ye Lingxiao said about blessings and misfortunes also related to this?
Putting aside his thoughts about the Immortal Palace for the time being, Jiang Wang lowered his head and glanced at Feng Ming.
The shackles on his body had been released long ago, but he remained motionless, his eyes were dull, and he did not speak. As if he was frightened.
"If you're not dead, just say something." Jiang Wang looked at him and said.
Feng Ming's eyes were still glazed for a while, and then he finally regained some energy and seemed to be alive.
"Is Qingyunting gone?" he asked.
"You can understand it that way." Jiang Wang said.
His voice was cold, not because he no longer needed to support Feng Ming as Yu Songhai. It's because Feng Ming is no longer qualified to live in lies. He must face reality.
Feng Ming moved his eyes with difficulty and looked at Jiang Wang with hope: "My father... escaped?"
"His body was boiled before you dared to look at it," Jiang Wang said.
The words were so cold.
Ignoring his pleas and rejecting his fantasies.
Drag him from the difficult situation of comforting himself and looking for life-saving straw, and drag him into the bloody reality.
Feng Ming opened his mouth forcefully, probably because he wanted to cry.
But I couldn't cry.
He wanted to cry, but strangely there were no tears.
At that time, he was thrown into the open space and watched helplessly as the fat man-demon walked back and forth.
He knew that the demon was throwing the corpses one by one into the cauldron to be cooked. He stared at the night sky, not daring to take a look.
His father's body was boiled at that time...
As soon as Qingyunting was attacked, his father judged that the situation was critical and handed him the key to the secret vault and told him to hide while he went out to deal with the crisis.
When he was easily taken to the open space where monks were gathered like cattle, he should have known that his father was gone.
But he didn't dare to face it.
"I took the risk to rescue you, not to feel sad watching you perform." Jiang Wang said coldly.
Feng Ming glanced at Jiang Wang in confusion.
"Stand up!" Jiang Wang shouted.
Feng Ming trembled subconsciously, put his hands on the ground, and finally got up.
He looked at Jiang Wang pitifully, like a delicate and weak animal.
The evil spirit, pride, and joy of the past are all gone.
"Song...Songhai." He called out tentatively.
Like a child with no ability to protect himself, testing the safe environment that touches him.
Perhaps like Chi Lu said, without the protection of his father Feng Yue, he would be an incompetent waste.
But he clearly noticed Jiang Wang's purpose and guessed what Jiang Wang was looking for. He is actually...not stupid, but very smart.
He's just too fragile.
Too well protected and too little experience.
The strong wind destroyed the strong pines and broke the rotten trees.
Jiang Wang ignored the cry and only said: "You asked me to save you, so I saved you. I hope you think about why you wanted to survive at that time."
"I..." Feng Chi pursed his lips, maybe because he couldn't find the answer. He finally said, "I'm very grateful to you."
"If you want to thank me, please come up with something worth thanking me quickly. I'll wait for you to thank me. If you want to take revenge, the people who destroyed Qingyunting are the Nine Great Human Demons, and they should also be aware of being retaliated against. .”
Jiang Wang finished speaking calmly and turned around.
He had done his best to save Feng Ming. He was not Chi Lu, and he had no interest in having a son.
"Songhai!" Feng Ming stopped him: "Where are you going?"
"Go where I need to go."
"Can you... take me with you?" Feng Ming said hesitantly, then quickly added: "I'll be your follower!"
"A good sect will die at the last word, and a good country will perish at the last word. This world is so cruel..." Jiang Wang asked back: "Are you willing to be a burden?"
Feng Ming bit his lip and said nothing.
"How old are you?" Jiang Wang asked again.
It's almost humiliating. But Feng Ming was not qualified not to answer.
"Twenty-one years old," he said.
"I remember your father said that when he was twenty-one years old, he had opened up three trade routes for Qingyunting. Think carefully about how you got everything you enjoy. Where is the path you should take."
As Jiang Wang said, he suddenly remembered something and asked again: "What month and day is today?"
Feng Ming didn't know the intention, but still replied: "It seems to be, the twenty-eighth day of the first lunar month."
Jiang Wang nodded and walked away.
It's my birthday. he thinks.
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