When the boy woke up from his coma, it was already three days after the equinox.
I climbed up from the kang in the courtyard house at the east end of the town, opened the door and came out. I saw the slovenly man opposite the door. He had moved his bamboo chair that had been kept in the hut all year round to the courtyard and was lying on it leisurely. Yuya basked in the sun.
When the door of the room rang, Hou Junchen just turned his head and glanced at the boy briefly, then continued to lie back on the backrest and continued to bask in the sun.
Chu Yuanxiao crossed the threshold and walked into the courtyard. Looking around, Zhendong Hidden Dragon's back still had the tall and straight shape reaching into the clouds, but it seemed that the thick clouds that had been blocking the mountainside all year round no longer lingered as before, while Zhenxi The Jinzhu Cliff still looks square and upright. It seems that everything is the same as before, but there seems to be something different.
The young man slowly opened his arms, raised his head and took a deep breath, but it caused soreness and discomfort all over his body.
In the battle at Wufang Pavilion on the equinox night, the young man with his golden eyes was playing chess with others, and he seemed to be participating in the whole game as a bystander, especially the few punches he exchanged with the white-clothed ghost prince named Mo Qianqiu at the end. When I think about it now, I still can't help but feel the sea of consciousness shake and the lake in my heart sway. It's quite a shock!
The battles between masters, from mental tug-of-war to force duels, all without exception were beyond the cognition of an ordinary person like him!
Before the boy could regain his senses, he heard the sloppy man lying lazily on the bamboo chair teasingly: "Silly boy, you are so young and don't even have any cultivation, yet you have already had a chance to become a god. Zhongren, when I look at you now, I feel that you might actually be a bit like a child of luck. God took notice of you despite your confusion and took good care of you for a while."
Chu Yuanxiao grinned when he heard this. He couldn't answer the words, but at the same time he was also a little confused. He looked at the old monkey and asked: "So how many days did I lie down?"
As he said that, he looked around again and wondered: "Why does it seem like this Yanguan Town is still the former Yanguan Town? What happened after I fainted that night?"
Hou Junchen had a strange look on his face when he heard the young man's question. He used a little force to make the rocking chair under his butt slowly rock. While slowly rocking it back and forth, he continued to tease: "It's true. You can worry less. Look at the two of them. The whole formation perished together, and then they passed out as a hands-off shopkeeper. They didn’t care what would happen to the people in this town after they were suddenly thrown down from a height of ten thousand feet, not to mention that after the Yanguan formation was broken, they were What will happen if the sword suppressed underneath breaks through the seal? If it weren’t for someone to help you wipe your butts, you kid would have been imprisoned in the sky prison of Linyuan Academy by now!"
When Chu Yuanxiao heard this, he recalled the huge scene of the meteor falling to the ground that he saw before he fell into coma that night. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but there were some things that he couldn't control, but he was also a little curious. Such a scene, The leader of the formation is not here, so what kind of person can be worthy of what a slovenly man calls a "butt wiper"?
Hou Junchen turned his head and glanced at the young man, and smiled with some admiration: "It's really amazing to say that these people from the hundreds of families in Middle-earth are really more mysterious than the others. You just threw away the mud and turned around. Too much, there are people who will reach out to catch the mud at the right time! Sometimes I am really curious about how those people in the Divine Continent of Middle-earth can calculate these endings so far in advance and travel thousands of miles to come here. , not too early and not too late, just right!”
This explanation was as good as unspoken, and the young man was confused.
The sloppy man looked at the young man's confused look, then smiled and gave a more detailed explanation.
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That night three days ago, when the golden light in the golden-eyed boy's eyes suddenly disappeared, and the next moment he was seriously injured and fell into coma, the two groups of people in the sky were divided into two groups, almost helplessly watching one after another, and dangers unfolding. Huansheng!
In the high altitude, the small town of Yanguan suddenly lost the attraction of the Luofeng Mountain Tongyou Grand Array. At the moment when it fell to the ground without any ties, the four saints from the three sects and one family sitting in the town chose to fly up almost instantly. , Holding the mountain, they cannot let this upside-down mountain within ten miles of Yanguan Town hit the ground directly, because that means that thousands of people from more than 300 households in the town will die without exception. ! Even under such a huge shock, even Liangzhou City, which is twenty miles away, may not be able to survive and be safe and sound!
However, Yanguan Town was raised from the ground by Mo Qianqiu, and the golden-eyed boy used the spirits of the four elephants to perish together with the Tongyou Formation in Fengdu City. The entire Yanguan Formation was destroyed in an instant. This means that the demon sword sealed under the formation has completely lost its suppressive power, and the prison door is open!
The three-foot artifact that was used as a sword ten thousand years ago and was carried by the Lord of the Demon Race. Although it has been worn away by the Yanguan Formation for ten thousand years and the divine fire is weak, it still cannot be underestimated. Among the four Before the guard could put the town back to its original position on the ground, he had already cut through the mountain with a sword to get out of the trap, and directly cut off a lot of mountain roots and water transport under the town!
He is both the Demon Lord's weapon and a sword at the same time. You can imagine how demonic and domineering that guy is. The moment he appears, he does not show any hesitation or restraint. He will collect all the living beings present on the spot, and even make a special trip. The group of ghost monks who came to rescue him didn't let him go!
All we can say is that for a moment, evil energy filled the sky, the sky and the earth changed color, and everyone was in danger!
But at this moment, the first comer from the Middle-earth Divine Continent planned to arrive.
At the beginning, except for the second shopkeeper of the Mo family, the other three guarding saints in the town had each sent a message to their ancestor's hall in the Middle-earth Divine Continent. In the subsequent replies, the Confucian sect's sub-sage once sent a valuable The jade tablet with Confucian characters as a sumeru object was sent to the small town as a flying letter to send messages, and was given to Chu Yuanxiao by Cui Jue, the private school teacher, as a apprenticeship gift.
When the Demon King's sword was flying across the sky, no one thought that the Confucian sage would directly use the foreshadowing he had laid long ago, that is, the jade medal in the arms of the poor young man. Traveling thousands of miles away from the Middle Earth Divine Continent, I arrived at Liguan Continent, just in time to block the Demon Lord Sword from showing off its majesty!
With this timing and this method, who can say that the sub-sage didn't plan it in advance, and the town watchman can knock out his stupid pig brain!
After the Ya Sheng appeared, half of the power of the Demon Lord Sword was wiped out, and he probably finally realized that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time. After all, he who had just escaped from trouble was no longer the one who had nothing but the Human Emperor Sword from ten thousand years ago. Any weapon in the world puts the Demon Lord Sword in my eyes! Or at least not yet!
Although he was still not too worried about the Confucian sub-sage alone at this time, who knew whether a certain head of the Buddhist sect would appear next moment, or one of the three Taoist sect leaders, or even three of them. The patriarch is here in person?
There was such a big commotion on someone else's territory, but the ghost clan's trash couldn't hide the news completely. He wouldn't be surprised if someone suddenly appeared at this time!
Demon Lord Sword Spirit, who had the intention of retreating in his heart, said harsh words to the Confucian Yasheng, while he began to look around for an opportunity to break through the air. As an artifact known for its sharpness, although its strength was not yet at the moment. However, it is not too difficult for him to simply shatter the void and travel thousands of miles across the sky!
However, the Demon Lord Sword Spirit did not expect, nor did the group of ghost tribesmen headed by Mo Qianqiu expect that the Confucian sub-sage who came to Liguanzhou in person did not seem to stop them at all. He just raised his hand lightly and took another kraft paper envelope from the small town private school teacher Cui Jue. In front of everyone, he opened the wax seal with the word "Confucianism" engraved on it and took out the contents. The piece of white paper he held was then blocked in front of the Demon Lord Sword, asking him to prove the oath of heaven with him, requiring him not to set foot on Jiuzhou within a hundred years. If he breaks the contract, heaven will punish him!
The so-called oath of heaven is not an oath that the people at the foot of the mountain just casually raise three fingers and say how so-and-so swears today. Such an oath can be taken casually. There is no binding force at all!
The real binding force is that the monks use their own cultivation to communicate with heaven and earth, and then use the power of heaven and earth as a witness to swear an oath. If there is any breach of contract, heaven, earth, humans and gods will punish him!
Such an oath of heaven and earth is really useful for people in the immortal family. Some of the disasters faced by the monks on the road of cultivation come from the monks themselves, and some come from others, but most of them come from the great road of heaven and earth. The three roads of spirit, energy and spirit each have twelve realms. , are divided into four major stages, and at the watershed of each stage there will be a catastrophe. If anyone dares to break the oath of heaven, he will wait for the rolling thunder and endless thunder tribulation to send you to reincarnation without end!
Although the Demon Lord Sword does not need to be practiced to overcome the tribulation, if he breaks the contract, it will be more direct. There is no need to wait for the thunder tribulation to break through. From now on, the thunder clouds are rolling above the head, and the soul will not die unless the sword is cut. Forget it, one time won’t work a hundred times, a hundred times won’t work ten thousand times, this is more than he can handle, isn’t it?
Of course, it is impossible for the Demon Lord Sword Spirit to agree to such a request from the Confucian Yasheng. He has been suppressed underground for tens of thousands of years, and he was not allowed to set foot in Jiuzhou when he was born. How can I kill and eat people to regain my strength? To return to the peak state of the past, I have to wait until the Year of the Monkey!
However, seeing the "I don't know, what can you do to me" expression on the Demon Lord Sword Spirit's face, the Yasheng was not angry, and even the smile on his face did not change, and he just casually put the white face on his face. Paper...thrown away...
Not bad, just threw it away...
But probably the reason why the Yasheng is the Yasheng is that he has great luck, and also has a lot of literary luck, so the white paper he took out was impartial and the landing point was just right for the demon. You can't even hide from the edge of the Demon Sword. How can a piece of white paper, as thin as nothing, withstand the sharpness of the Demon Sword? It's a trivial matter to blow your hair and break it, and the white paper is no exception. It's so easy. The pine split into two!
Then... the Demon Lord Sword Spirit discovered that he was just like the destitute young man who once jumped into Xuannv Lake. His soul and his true body were split into two, and he could not enter the sword body!
Ya Sheng, who was waiting for the result with a smile, lightly held the Demon Lord Sword, which was like a dead thing without the sword spirit, in his hand. Then he looked at the furious sword spirit and said with a smile: "Capricorn, don't talk about today. I am bullying you this time, and you have been trapped in the formation for ten thousand years. It is an indisputable fact that your strength is not the same, so at this moment, you cannot beat me and dare not stay for a long time, which is even more true!"
After saying this and completely suppressing the sword spirit's plan to rise up, the old man in black Confucian robes smiled and talked about the real conditions: "Since you were able to get out of trouble today by some combination of circumstances, maybe it's The opportunity given to you by Heaven, so I, the Jiuzhou Human Race, are naturally willing to let you go, but this does not mean that we can let you go back with all your hair and tail! Since you can't promise not to enter Jiuzhou within a hundred years, then let's let you go. The sword body remains. In the endless years to come, if I, the Middle Earth, notice that you have set foot on the Nine Continents, then you will never have to go back. Let’s try it then. If you are suppressed for ten thousand years again, , let’s see if you can survive that long!”
The Demon Lord Sword Spirit, who was called "Capricorn" by Ya Sheng, naturally could not easily agree with Ya Sheng's statement, but he was helpless. After all, the old man in front of him might not have been particularly powerful in his eyes ten thousand years ago, but in the past In the current state of the two parties, it is no problem for the other party to dominate him!
Capricorn, who knew that there was nothing he could do, could only sneer with a sarcastic look, "You said you were letting me go back, but you pressed the sword down again. You three religions are really very generous!"
The Ya Sheng on the opposite side smiled and did not take the Demon Lord Sword Spirit's words seriously at all, and said with a smile: "It's a reward, it's a reward. If you don't want to, then we can also change the way and let the Fengdu Ghost Marquis sword you." I can take you back with you, and I can reluctantly take you back to Middle-earth, and then visit Linyuan Academy as a guest. I think those people who like to quarrel when they get bored there should be very happy to chat with you about life. Let’s talk some sense.”
When Capricorn heard Yasheng's words, he wanted to retort at first, but when he heard the last words "talk about life and reason", he couldn't help but hesitated and didn't dare to speak. He was suppressed back then. When I was still serving as a sword beside the demon king, in the final battle between heaven and earth, the strongest demon king of the five tribes faced off against the human emperor. The human race was the first to come out to call for formation, and he was not the one who never said much. The co-owner of the human race is a group of scholars from three religions and hundreds of schools of thought!
At that time, he was hiding in his sword, listening to the scholar opposite who was responsible for calling the formation. He was talking without fear in front of the formation of the two armies. A lot of people came with their mouths and spoke eloquently to the countless people present who were at the top of their cultivation and who were sitting in the gate for eternity. All the powerful men who changed their colors said they were sleepy. Even his old rival Renhuangjian, when he finally got the chance to fight him for real, couldn't help but murmured a few words secretly, "These scholars are... "The mouth is more annoying than the blade of a bitch like you." The past is like a cloud of smoke, and when I think about it now, thousands of years later, it is still vivid in my mind, and it is very scary...
Now let him go to the Middle-earth Divine Continent to chat with those people? Am I crazy? !
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After sending away the Demon Lord Sword Spirit and everyone in Fengdu, Yasheng finally got some time to spare. He smiled as he watched the four town guards lift Yanguan Town back to its original position and put it into the huge hole in the ground. In a flash, he arrived near the collapsed Wufang Pavilion in the center of the town. There were two little girls, one red and one white, with somewhat stunned expressions, and a young man from a small town who had a body like broken porcelain and fell into a coma.
After the old man in black clothes landed, he looked at the pale boy with cracks on his face with a smile, brushed his beard and said softly: "It is not unjust to be poor, it is good to be kind."
Then he gently raised his hand for the first time, and the collapsed five-square pavilion instantly returned to its original shape, except that the couplet was no longer there. At the same time, all the buildings in the town that were destroyed by the war also returned to their original state, no longer the same as before the war. Strange; the second time he raised his hand, countless auras flew out from his broad sleeved robe, and the people of the town merged into their eyebrows one by one. This move was intended to seal all the people in the town against the Xianjia monks during this period. Of course, except for the poor boy; with the third wave of his hand, the heavy injuries on the poor boy Chu Yuanxiao were slowly repaired, at least on the surface it looked no different from before.
After doing all this, the third master of the Confucian sect turned around and looked at the countless visitors from the fairyland inside and outside the town. This time, his expression was no longer as kind as before, and he said lightly: "Tonight, I am here. On behalf of Linyuan Academy, a sealing order was issued. Everyone present immediately took the young people who had negotiated the deal and returned to each continent. They were not allowed to stay for a moment! The Jiazi Agreement in Yanguan Town will not be repeated from this moment on. Jiaquan recruits disciples based on their vision and ability, and there is no big pot to eat from."
After saying the previous paragraph, the old man paused slightly, looked around the crowd again, and then continued in a more serious tone: "In addition, regarding all matters here, you must not mention them to others without the permission of Zhongtu. If you, gentlemen, If there is any violation, the mountain gate behind you will be sealed at the least, or the grade in the nine-grade system will be cancelled, and the title of the mountain gate will be revoked! If you violate it again, the heavenly prison of Linyuan Academy is waiting for you to be a guest!"
This warning is not serious. If people like them get rid of the thousand-year-old foundation of the mountain gate behind them just because of a casual word, who would? Who dares?
No one present doubted whether what this Confucian sub-sage said could be accomplished!
Can we talk secretly and privately without being discovered?
Leaving aside how many people there are in Linyuan Academy and various schools of thought scattered throughout Jiuzhou, let’s just talk about the three who are the most powerful among the three religions. Who knows what outrageous things they can do? Who has the courage to verify the abilities of those three people?
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After listening to Hou Junchen ramble on about what happened after that night, the poor young man who felt that he had seen the big world couldn't help but clicked his tongue. He used to think that the four saints who were in charge of the small town were already very powerful, no matter how powerful they were. Some of them, maybe as high as the teacher who was leaning on a sparrow-headed crutch and who he once supported to go to a rural school in a small town, were as tall as the sky.
But today, when he heard this sloppy man mention the sub-sage with a look of admiration on his face, he regretted that he had fainted early at that time. These big shots were more powerful than the other just by listening to them, which was very fascinating!
Unfortunately, the watchman said that the sub-sage didn't say a word after giving the silence order and went directly back to Middle-earth. This made the already regretful young man even more regretful.
But before the young man could finish his regrets, the sloppy man looked at the young man and said with a hint: "Don't be too busy regretting it now. Do you think things here are over like this? Such a big mess is over like this?"
After hearing this, Chu Yuanxiao turned to look at the swaying man again, with a look of confusion on his face, "Otherwise?"
"Otherwise?" Hou Junchen couldn't help but sneered when he saw that the young man still looked confused after his reminder, and then he rambled on and asked a lot of questions, leaving the young man to stay on the spot.
"Do you remember the questions you asked the Ghost Marquis and how he answered them?"
"Have you ever wondered why the Spirit of the Book of Heaven, who has been here for nearly ten thousand years, gave up his position as the leader of the formation so easily? Doesn't he know what the consequences will be if the bell hammer is stolen? "
"Why did you take charge of the entire Yanguan Formation with just a few words? Is it because you said something that no one else would say, or are you more powerful than the four saints in charge? Are they really unable to get away? Do I have to let you play the chess game?"
"Why was that Demon Lord Sword carefully kept at the bottom of the formation for ten thousand years, and then after this battle, the Chinese side actually let it go? Do you really think that the sword spirit called Capricorn was seized when the sword body was seized? Can’t afford to ride the waves?”
At this point, the slovenly man Hou Junchen seemed to be talking too much too fast, and he was out of breath, so he stopped for a moment, and finally asked the most important question for the young man.
"Do you think that Ya Sheng's hand has helped you repair the cracks, and you will really be healed and no longer pieced together from pieces? Boy, let me tell you the truth, you are not just a problem of being decapitated on the great road, but also on your martial arts. The road has also been broken in half because of the fist fight with Mo Qianqiu that night, which completely damaged the physical body! Do you want fellow practitioners from Sanjing? Think about how to repair the physical body first!"
The young man who was still a little dull at first turned completely pale after hearing Hou Junchen's last emotionless words.
The young man, who was almost out of his mind because of one sentence, finally managed to find his voice after a long time. He looked at the sloppy man with a sneer on his face with some trembling, and said in a trembling voice: "Is there anything you can do?"
Hou Junchen shook his head when he heard this and said truthfully: "I can't help it. I have never seen anyone as miserable as you. It's even worse than when I was like a drowned dog after my courage was shattered!"
The boy's face turned paler.
But after hearing what Hou Junchen said, he followed up with a nonchalant reply: "But someone asked me to take the message. When you wake up, go to the rural school first. Your teacher who has already studied as a teacher is looking for you. If you have something to explain, then go to Zhennan North Spiritual Temple. Master Lu Tianshi may also have something to talk to you about."
For a moment, the young man suddenly thought of his Mr. Qingshan, who had always been as gentle as jade. Maybe he could do something about it? Or maybe the blind old Taoist priest has a solution?
He looked at the sloppy man as if asking for help.
But he just rolled his eyes and said: "Don't look at me, I'm just responsible for giving you medicine and water, and then waiting for you to wake up and deliver the message. How do you know what they want to say to you? Is there any help? , you’ll know once you go there!”
When the young man heard this, he did not directly raise his steps. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the old locust tree outside the courtyard wall, feeling a little dazed.
Seeing the young man's hesitation, the watchman lying on the bamboo chair behind him did not urge him. He just couldn't help but sighed and shook his head, muttering softly.
"It's already a full moon in spring, and it's cold in spring."
Don’t blame the young man, he is even more timid when he is close to his hometown...
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