"Shen Kong...death penalty!"
The lingering sound lingers in this land and reverberates in this space. It is low and hoarse, as if it has an indescribable special magic power, which is touching.
At this moment.
Whether it was Xu Fu, the water friends in front of the live broadcast room, or senior officials from various countries, they were all stunned. The breeze blew slowly, and what they felt was lingering shock.
No one knows what happened to the other party, but the weight of a Nascent Soul strongman cannot be questioned by anyone. The key to the problem lies in that talisman.
Shen Kong turned a deaf ear to what everyone was thinking. He straightened his body and walked straight towards Xu Fu. With his pupils glowing with blood, he glanced at the talisman again with fear and said in a deep voice:
"What's your relationship with that person?"
you?
He calls me you?
The terrifying god of death in front of me, who is absolutely capable of taking on the entire Blue Star on his own, actually calls me you? Why? Because of this cinnabar sword charm?
Xu Fu looked sideways, glanced at the top of his head from the corner of his eye, hesitated for a moment, and told the truth: "I, I don't know, this talisman was given to me by my senior sister."
He didn't lie.
He knew nothing about the origin of this sword talisman. It was undoubtedly the most idiotic and stupid behavior in the world to deceive someone whose realm crushed him.
Can't hide it.
There is no need to even think about it, their experience can be seen through you at a glance.
"Your senior sister?"
Shen Kong was stunned:
"what is it call?"
"Li Qingjun."
"Not impressed."
Shen Kong searched through his memories but could not find any personal information about the other party, indicating that she was not the powerful giant from five thousand years ago: "Can you introduce me to her?"
"this…"
Worry that Shen Kong has ulterior motives.
Xu Fu was about to decline politely, when suddenly, a cold voice came into his consciousness: "Master knows him, bring him to Sijiu City, master is with me."
After suppressing the words on his lips, Xu Fu respectfully made a sideways gesture:
"my pleasure!"
…
Studio.
Looking at Xu Fu who was "wandering to the enemy", water friends from all over the world whispered to each other:
"Oh, this guy is just a wallflower, isn't he? Will he fall into the wind?"
"Is this the state-level town in Longhan Land?"
"If you really discredit Long Han, get out of here. It's embarrassing."
"Silly dog upstairs, this is called a man who knows the current affairs and is a hero. Isn't that good? To turn a fight into friendship, do you have to make the god of murder angry to make you happy?"
"What should I do with the soldiers who died in battle?"
"When it comes to fighting, how can anyone not die?"
"that is."
"Everyone knows about war. Long live peace!"
“…”
Forty-nine cities.
Different identities see different things. Even if they see exactly the same scenery, Longhan's senior officials all agree with Xu Fu's approach.
"Xiao Xu is good, he can bend and stretch, he deserves to be commended."
"That's very good."
"Online public opinion...Xiao Zhao, please control it."
"Then Lao Xu."
"Organize manpower, count the number of casualties, and provide adequate pensions. In addition, if the monks died in this battle, their family members will be supported by the state and must not be treated unfairly."
"One more thing."
"Secretly investigate who the "him" mentioned by the God of Death is, and spare no effort to win over him. Even if he cannot win over, he must not become his enemy."
"Oh, right."
"Sword Immortal and Chen Changsheng, I'll try to make a trip to Xiao Li in a while, bring some cultivation resources, and ask them if they have any shortages. Please move around frequently."
"The world is going to be in chaos..."
…
About one stick of incense.
Sijiu City, Li Qingjun’s residence.
Xu Fu invited people to come.
Opening the door, Master Shen Kong looked out, smelling of sandalwood, the master and the apprentice were playing chess. The former's pure white robe was particularly eye-catching, exuding an air of indifference:
"The Way of Heaven, Your Excellency..."
Yi Qinglan waved his hand to signal Li Qingjun to pause the chess game, then stood up and bowed: "When the wind blows, above the willow branches above the moon, I look at the breeze. Yi Qinglan has seen the Lord Shen Kong."
"He was originally a disciple of Qingfeng."
Shen Kong suddenly realized:
"So, that sword talisman came from you?"
"Exactly."
Five thousand years ago, the master of Qingfeng Temple had a good relationship with Chen Yi. In his spare time, he asked the other party for some sword power to help him gain enlightenment. The sword talismans were refined here, with a total of twelve sword talismans.
Yi Qinglan glared at Xu Fu:
"evil creature."
"Do you know that the venerable heir is the King of Zhenhai who was personally consecrated by Emperor Shenyu five thousand years ago? He is so powerful in slaying mortals that he even calls me "senior" when he meets his master."
"How many heads do you have for being disrespectful to His Holiness? You still haven't apologized to His Holiness!"
Shen Kong shook his head and stopped Xu Fu who was about to kowtow: "That's all, since I am a disciple of Qingfeng's lineage, I betray Qingfeng just to save face, so I won't do it again."
"The Lord is benevolent and righteous."
Yi Qinglan bowed again, neither humble nor overbearing, and showed enough courtesy, turned around and shouted:
"Why don't you get out of here?"
Xu Fu bowed and resigned, and Shen Kong was satisfied. He sat down on the futon and Li Qingjun poured tea. Everyone was very happy: Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, but Jianghu is about human relations.
"It's better for you guys who cultivate the way of heaven."
After a cup of tea, Shen Kong looked at Yi Qinglan and couldn't help but sigh:
"God's grace is so great that I can reincarnate with the magic weapon from my past life. It's not like me who waited for thousands of days to collect firewood and burned it in one day, only to go back to the pre-liberation period, one reincarnation and empty-handed."
"This junior has stopped cultivating the ruthless path a long time ago."
Yi Qinglan said while cleaning up the mess:
"Furthermore, the reincarnation of magic weapons is not a privilege for younger generations. In fact, since the recovery of spiritual energy entered the second stage, monks' magic weapons have been reincarnated one after another."
"oh?"
Shen Kong's eyelids twitched, he played with the porcelain cup and muttered:
"This is not good news."
People can be reincarnated because they have three souls and seven souls, but magic weapons are dead objects. How can they be reincarnated? Unless there is an invisible hand behind the scenes, adding fuel to the fire.
"It's a blessing, not a disaster. It's a disaster that can't be avoided. Once it comes, make peace with it."
"You have a good heart."
Lord Shen Kong praised him and then changed the subject:
"Can Qingfeng be reincarnated?"
"I haven't noticed the master's aura yet."
"What about him?"
"he…"
In fact, Yi Qinglan had doubted Chen Yi's identity: in her dream that day, she felt that Chen Yi was Chen Yi. There were many similarities between the two, but after thinking about it...
The gap is too big.
To put it bluntly, the two sides are not on the same level at all. If Chen Changsheng two thousand years ago was compared to a mountain, then Chen Yi is the cloud entrenched on the top of the mountain.
"should…"
Before he could even say two words, the house suddenly trembled.
The three of them looked at each other and sent out their spiritual thoughts.
I saw a bright sword suddenly rising into the sky from the north, then blood waves crashed onto the shore, and fairy clouds fell down like a waterfall. At the end, thousands of lotuses bloomed, paving the steps of the Buddha, as if they were guiding something.
"He is back."
Shen Kong took a deep breath, crushed his thoughts, and did not even dare to go north and take another look: just because there is a mountain in the north named after Heng. Five thousand years ago, that place was called Beishan.
Chen Yi’s tomb!
