A meeting on the Yellow River affects the minds of countless people in the world.
Regardless of Qin and Chu, not just Jing Mu?
In a small courtyard in Xin'an City, Li Jianqiu opened the door and walked in alone.
Hanging from his waist was the peach branch that was famous in Zhuang Kingdom, and his figure was slender.
Failed.
In the competition for a spot in the Yellow River Tournament, he lost to Lin Zhengren, who was born in Wangjiang City Taoist Academy.
Zhuang Guo only rose to a higher level through the National War last year. It takes time to digest the gains of the war, and the foundation is not enough after all. There are no young and powerful monks in the outer building realm who can compete with the geniuses of other countries, and they do not have the ability to participate in unlimited decisive games under the age of thirty. Only in the inner realm, there is still a chance to show off.
When I wish I was still here, I would naturally have no choice but him. I wish that only after I left the country would there be room for competition for this spot.
He, Li Jianqiu, had tried his best, but still failed.
This is nothing to be upset about.
Lin Zhengren has always been stronger, more famous, more respected by the monarch, and enjoys more resources.
He has a good relationship with both the top and bottom, and it can be said that the government and the public pay attention to him.
During the battle, Lin Zhengren's endless tricks and his seemingly endless trump cards made him convinced of his defeat.
He stunned Xin'an City with his peach branch and sword. But Lin Zhengren swung out one blow after another, so densely that his Dao sword was worn away.
If your skills are not as good as others, you should lose.
Winning or losing is a common thing and should not be worried about.
As early as when he was at Maplewood City Taoist Academy, the other party was the leader of Wangjiang City Taoist Academy, a figure who was once compared to Senior Brother Zhu.
Losing now seems to be a matter of course.
But he was still unwilling.
But if you ask him why he is unwilling...he can't tell.
Walking through the stone path in the small courtyard, stepped onto the steps, walked into the quiet room, and closed the door.
He sat cross-legged on the futon.
At this time, he moved his clenched fist in front of his body and opened his hand. A green jade was in the palm of his hand.
This is Master Dong’s jade.
It was also the Yujue left on Master Dong’s body.
It was handed over to him by the Prime Minister Du Ruhui himself.
On the night Master Dong was killed, he was deliberately sent away. When he returned to Xin'an City, what he saw again was the dismembered corpse.
That conversation on the streets of Xin'an City that night, only with hindsight did I realize that it was Master Dong's last words.
"Only you know sacrifice. Sacrifice is a sacred quality and it is the foundation of greatness."
"If one day, the entire Zhuang Kingdom falls into darkness. You are the fire I keep for this land."
To this day, he doesn't quite understand these words.
Now he sits here alone.
He thought he had hated Dong A, for the innocent dead souls in Maplewood City, and for Dong A even taking him with him and not hiding it - why not hide it from him and make him suffer so much? torment?
But what about other than hate?
Now that he was sitting here alone, he did think of that unsmiling man again.
A long time ago, when he was still in the City Taoist Courtyard, he had thought about what Master Dong would look like when he smiled. But I didn't expect that I would have to wait until he died before I could see him.
What was he laughing at before he died?
Li Jianqiu silently stroked the cyan jade in his hand.
The earliest owner of this jade is said to be Zhang Xinliang, a good friend of Master Dong when he was young.
Zhang Xinliang gave it to Master Dong, and Master Dong gave it to...
To whom?
It was such a small object and its style was so ordinary that he really didn't pay much attention to it.
There were so many people in Maplewood City Taoist Temple, and it was impossible for him to remember what everyone was wearing.
He knew what was in this cyan jade. It contained a secret technique called Controlling Yuan Jue.
It is a secret method to improve the ability to finely control Daogen.
During the days when he was working with Master Dong, he had already learned it and remembered it thoroughly.
He didn't learn it when he was in Cheng Daoyuan.
Who is the one?
The person who learned the Yuan Control Technique before him must have been the first person Master Dong recognized, right?
After something happened to him, Master Dong chose himself...
That person must be very dazzling.
Is it Zhang Linchuan, the Bone Messenger who lurked in the Taoist Academy and showed excellent talent in thunder? Is it Wang Changxiang, who was born with a different bloodline and has a gentle and kind temperament?
still……
Li Jianqiu didn't know why, but a scene suddenly came to his mind:
It's also a night.
He was on duty at the small pavilion in front of the inner courtyard.
A handsome young man rushed over in a hurry. Although he was in a hurry, he said in a straight tone - "Senior Brother Li, there is a demon from the left who is committing an attack in the outer courtyard. A junior brother has been killed! Please take charge of the overall situation!"
There were injuries on his body, but his face looked as usual. Even when he is close to death, he can still be organized and clear, neither arrogant nor arrogant.
That might not be the first time he met that young man, because they were both in the City Taoist Courtyard, so there was always the possibility of meeting him. But this was the first time he remembered that boy.
The first thing Master Dong did after coming out was to remove the corpse poison from the young man.
At that time, he felt that Master Dong treated this junior disciple who had just entered the inner sect unusually. Very unusual.
Master Dong has an upright temperament and a serious approach to life, and rarely is he so gentle.
"Then junior brother must be very good, right?" He thought at that time.
This was indeed the case later. Whether it was in the Three Cities discussion or in the Sanshan City group, that junior brother performed very well.
They can also be considered friends.
He, who was once a loser and a lonely traveler, found the feeling of a companion again in that junior brother.
Later he went to the County Courtyard and they met at a higher place.
At that time, they all had their own ideals. He wants to solve the problem of ferocious beasts forever. What is that junior brother's ideal? To be a high official, to be successful and famous, to be stable, so that my sister can have endless food and endless new clothes?
after that……
Later, Maplewood City disappeared. He also knew that his ideals would eventually fail.
Could it be him?
Such a thought suddenly flashed through Li Jianqiu's mind.
He subconsciously clenched the cyan jade and sunk his mind into it.
The information belonging to the Yuan Control Art slowly flowed into my heart.
Every word and every word was so familiar to him. Master Dong once told him word for word.
He felt them, chewing on the memories.
Suddenly, in his mind, a drop of blood jumped out.
No, not just thoughts.
From the cyan jade, a drop of blood actually jumped out.
A drop of bright red, plump blood.
It crashed directly into Li Jianqiu's palm and into Li Jianqiu's body!
pain!
Severe pain!
Li Jianqiu fell to the ground and wanted to scream, but couldn't.
This drop of blood seemed to have infinite power. It penetrated directly into the Sea of Five Palaces and crashed into the First Inner Palace.
Li Jianqiu's first inner palace was originally empty.
This drop of blood fell in...
Tick!
Like spring rain falling.
It was immersed into the ground of the inner palace, leaving no trace.
No, it leaves a mark.
When the spring rain falls, everything happens.
Li Jianqiu's pain disappeared, and he felt a great power gestating.
There is a kind of vigorous vitality and a kind of courage to face death.
Just like the spring breeze blowing across the barren land, the world welcomes the new year.
A green seed "drilled" out of the ground of the inner palace.
It's like being pregnant for ten months and giving birth once.
It leaps high and hangs on the dome of the inner palace.
The green light illuminates the inner palace from this candle!
Li Jianqiu was no longer in pain, and vigorous power continued to occur in his body, but he did not get up.
He lay on the ground, stunned...
Only now did he understand what this drop of blood meant.
That cyan jade was left behind by Zhang Xinliang. It once left Zhang Xinliang's Yuan Control Technique to Dong A.
And Dong A also left his own traces in the process.
This drop of blood is the inner blood essence and magical power. It is a masterpiece unique to the endless magical power.
This drop of blood was born after Dong A's death.
