(12,000 long chapters)
A demon tribe stands quietly on the Mobei Plain. Perhaps the demon tribe knows the customs of the human race and likes them, or they simply want to mock the human race. In short, they all hang wind chimes in front of their tents. , usually, when the wind blows, there will be the sound of wind chimes.
It's windy in Mobei, so the wind chimes rang again today, and the demons in the tribe didn't think it was anything special.
But a moment later, a demon clan walked out of the tent, accidentally raised his head and looked into the distance, and found a huge wave blowing from the north. The demon clan's face suddenly changed, and he shouted angrily: "Quickly go!"
The huge wave was at the end of his sight, like a torrential flood, constantly advancing forward. The terrifying aura was advancing here layer by layer, but what made people feel strange was that when the terrifying wave was advancing, it was not expected. The weeds in the middle were crushed, but the weeds were just suppressed and unable to lift their heads.
The monster clan screamed and turned into their original shape and ran towards the distance. Their residence was torn apart in front of this terrifying air wave. Nothing could last for a moment before it was turned into powder. Everything between heaven and earth , except for the grass.
On the vast Mobei Plain, there are countless demon tribes, and there are countless demon tribes. When the vast air wave continues to advance on this vast plain, countless demon tribes begin to run, and there is no one. The demon race will have the idea of resistance when facing this air wave, because the terrifying air wave carries not only the terror of the breath of death, but also two powerful wills, one of which they are extremely familiar with and belongs to the demon emperor. , the other one is a bit unfamiliar, but the two wills are actually the same, both are extremely terrifying and irresistible.
The monsters ran hard in the grassland. Some monsters ran for a long time, and finally gradually lost their strength. They were overtaken by the terrifying wave of air, and then they could only sit on the ground with fear on their faces.
As soon as the air wave passed by, the demon clan was instantly crushed and turned into a blood mist that dissipated between the sky and the earth.
There was no flesh and blood, no bones, all of these things were crushed.
This wave of energy gave no one any chance to resist.
Feeling the terrifying aura moving forward behind you, no one can be calm, but there are more and more demon clans that are unable to survive, so there are more and more blood mist, and the entire Mobei Plain can be seen at this moment There is a strange scene everywhere, that is, between the sky and the earth, there is blood mist everywhere, floating on the plain, which is very strange.
In the southeast of the Mobei Plain, countless demon clans were running around. Two tiger demons had been running for too long. The breath in their bodies gradually ran out and they could no longer run. The male tiger glanced at the female tiger beside him, then turned to look behind him. At this moment The air wave was already less than a few feet away from them. The male tiger knew that he would never have a chance to leave. With a sudden change in his heart, he suddenly pushed the female tiger with both claws and pushed the female tiger away by several dozen feet. Only then did he feel nostalgic. He glanced at the tigress and chose to stop.
The tigress roared angrily, with some emotion in her voice, but she did not stop and continued running, her hooves flying like flying, at an extremely fast speed.
The male tiger faced the terrifying air wave, and its tiger fur was blown tightly close to its body. It had already developed endless courage, but when it really faced this terrifying air wave, it came from the depths of its soul. The fear still made it kneel down. Faced with the biggest choice between life and death, it could not think of any resistance. It could only surrender and kneel down.
I originally thought that this was it, that it would die in such humiliation, but no one thought that just after it chose to kneel down and surrender, the wave of air passed over it like a breeze, without bringing anything more. There were so many things, and the breeze just blew past them, and then headed further forward.
The tiger demon raised his head, his face full of astonishment.
It turned its head with lingering fear and watched the air wave moving forward without knowing what was happening.
Why?
it's actually really easy.
What that wave of energy wants is not destruction, but surrender.
To make everything in heaven and earth surrender, this is the way of the emperor!
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The meeting and then fighting between the two kings was naturally one of the most important events between heaven and earth. The entire Mobei Plain began to shake when the two men tested each other. This vast plain that originally belonged to the human race now belongs to the demon race. , now Qi is everywhere, like a huge wave, pushing out layer by layer, some demon tribes that are not far apart, after feeling the huge fluctuations of Qi waves starting to come from the distant horizon, without any hesitation, they start to move their families , heading further away.
While the demon clan was heading further south, Sword Immortal Liu Banbi was driving his sword to the north. This man in green shirt, who was born in an academy and is now a Sword Immortal, looked at Mobei indifferently. What would happen if he went deep into Mobei? Of course, he knew the price. He would most likely die in Mobei, surrounded by a group of great monsters, but he didn't care.
He just went north for a human race he had never met before. Since the other party dared to go deep into Mobei for the human race, why didn't he dare? Even if he is seriously injured now, even if the road ahead is destined to be dangerous.
Standing on the flying sword holding the cicada, Liu Banbi smiled slightly and thought with some emotion that if he must die, he must die facing north.
Facing the south, it is the homeland of the human race. Looking to the north, it is the ambition of the human race.
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The river had been subjected to countless horrific measures. The two kings stood on both sides of the river bank but never moved. The two men just looked at each other silently, and the grassland was turbulent. The sun and moon were dim, and the sky and the earth were dimmed.
The two kings looked at each other silently for less than a stick of incense.
The turbulent grassland suddenly calmed down.
The emperor's robe, which was originally embroidered with countless gold threads, had cracked a lot now, and there was an extra crack on the robe of the demon emperor opposite.
Other than that, there seemed to be no traces on either of them.
The battle seemed to have started a long time ago, but neither of them had done anything yet, and it seemed that the winner had already been decided not long after the battle started.
"I underestimated you a little."
The demon emperor took the initiative to speak and looked at the gap at the hem of his clothes. As the emperor of the demon clan, the robe on his body was naturally not a mortal thing and could be broken easily.
Emperor Liang remained silent, but his hair on the temples seemed to be whiter.
The Demon Emperor said calmly: "Perhaps you are the strongest person in the human race."
His voice was very light, but these words were enough to stir up a storm. As the strongest man of the Demon Clan, the Demon Emperor’s words carry great weight. Emperor Daliang was not even considered the strongest person in the Daliang Dynasty before, but now in the Demon Clan, According to the emperor, he even became the strongest person in the entire human race.
Doesn't that mean that those big figures from outside, such as the master of Chixin Temple, the master of Jian Sect who has not appeared in the world for many years, or the old monk in Luming Temple, are not as good as this one? Emperor Liang?
Emperor Liang just said calmly: "I really want to see the Onan River."
The Demon Emperor looked at the south and said, "I also want to see that divine city."
After saying this, the two kings almost unanimously stepped into the river.
Feeling the river flowing by his legs, the distance between the two kings was only a few feet.
"I heard that among you human monks, the warrior's body is the toughest. That is your biggest reliance when facing other monks. Unfortunately, in front of me, your biggest reliance is actually extremely ridiculous."
The Demon Emperor slowly walked forward and spoke in a slow tone.
It is an indisputable fact that the body of the demon race is inherently tough and stronger than that of a martial artist. Even if Emperor Liang has gone very far, he may not be able to gain the upper hand when facing the demon emperor in front of him.
Emperor Liang didn't speak, but walked some distance and saw a very beautiful pebble in the river, so he smiled.
The Demon Emperor raised his hand, and a strong wind began to rise between heaven and earth again.
But the wind stopped in the river.
Behind Emperor Liang, there was still calm.
The confrontation between the two has actually been going on.
And neither of them wanted to be the losing side.
Both of them knew very well that their victory or defeat would directly affect the future of the human race and the demon race.
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It was deep in the night, and the dean woke up in the middle of the night for no reason. This dean of the academy, the leader of scholars in the world, had never been a diligent monk. When he was studying in the academy, he was fortunate enough to become a disciple of the former dean. He often did not attend lectures, but he was a very talented guy. He was familiar with all the teachings of sages and hundreds of schools of thought. Even though the former dean had the idea of beating several times, he was quite prepared every time. Many times, when I went to find the dean and wanted to make him understand the truth that there is a world outside the world, there are people outside the world, but this young scholar with a playful smile would deal with it time and time again.
After doing this several times, the former dean stopped worrying and didn't care whether this kid showed up in class or not.
When the previous dean passed away and the dean became the dean of the academy, there was no one to control him. Therefore, he acted more and more as he pleased. He still studied occasionally, but when it came to spiritual practice, the dean was really not serious, so While most monks in the world meditate at night, he sleeps like ordinary people. Over the years, there has never been any change.
But tonight he woke up when he was just ugly, and when he tried to fall asleep again, he felt irritated and could no longer close his eyes.
After a moment of silence, he grabbed a handful of fried soybeans on the bedside. The dean stood up slowly, left his residence, and walked slowly in the academy. Every few steps he took, the dean threw a fried soybean into his mouth, unknowingly. , then came to the bank of South Lake.
Winter has already entered the capital of the gods. There was a heavy snowfall a few days ago. Now the academy is completely white and the South Lake has frozen.
The moonlight is excellent tonight. The moonlight shines on the lake surface, and it looks like a layer of silver frost on the lake surface.
The dean took another look with interest. Since he became the dean of this academy, he has almost never left this academy. Therefore, in spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold comes and summer comes, whether it is spring rain or the scorching summer heat. , whether it's the falling leaves in autumn, or the majestic snow, he has seen it all.
After seeing so many sights, and repeating them year after year for countless years, for ordinary people, I am afraid that they will rarely get tired of them, but for the dean, this is not the case.
He probably has a new perspective every time he looks at these scenery.
The world is so tired, but the dean is not.
He didn't even get tired of seeing the entire academy, so he wouldn't be tired of seeing the entire city of God, or even the entire Daliang.
Standing by the lake for a moment, the dean stretched out his hand to catch some falling snowflakes. He recalled for no reason many years ago, when he stood by the lake watching the snow in the middle of the night, and a young man who was about to go north said goodbye to him here.
At that time, the dean took the initiative and asked him, "Of course, if you learn the sword, you can kill more monsters, but what is the essential difference between killing more monsters and reading more books?"
At that time, the guy who still respected him rubbed his head, was silent for a long time, and then said numbly: "The disciple doesn't feel any difference. It's just that if he continues to study in the academy for ten or twenty years, the student will only feel more and more annoyed. Looking at these sages' teachings, the students can't help but want to pull out the sages who said these words and ask them, "It's natural that you are doing these things, but compared to killing a few monsters, who is more amazing?"
The student at that time was naturally Liu Banbi. When the dean heard this statement, he couldn't help but get angry and said: "The sages of the past generations have left so many sages' teachings, which has brought peace to the hearts of many scholars. This is a great thing that will benefit generations to come. Why?" In your kid’s opinion, is it worthless?”
Liu Banbi shook his head seriously and said: "It's not that students think these sages' teachings are worthless, it's just that my husband asked me this, so I asked him this. Even if there is a question with a clear answer, in fact, at different times and in the eyes of different people, there are different Different answers.”
The dean sighed and did not refute. He just said: "Go to the north and kill thousands of monsters. After you calm down, will you still study in the future?"
Liu Banbi still didn't hide anything and said: "After students read about the history of cannibalism and shame in those historical books, they can no longer read any books. From now on, they just want to kill monsters and die on the road to kill monsters." It is the final destination for students.”
After saying this, Liu Banbi suddenly smiled and said casually: "In the future, the student will definitely not be able to come back for your husband's birthday. If the student is still alive, I will send a letter telling you how many demons the student has killed this year. Realm is huge, if the student is gone, sir, don’t be sad.”
The dean sneered, "Who will be sad if your kid dies?"
I say this, but in fact, every time the dean celebrates his birthday, the most anticipated gift is the letter sent by this disciple from the north. Over the years, every time he receives a letter from the north, the dean will pay close attention to it. Read it, and then put the letter away.
Who said that in the early years, he said that he would follow the example of his predecessors and accept seventy-two disciples, but he did not accept any student at will. Every student was treated as a nephew by him.
Liu Banbi's original temperament was very much like him.
It's just that time has changed, especially when the boy decided to practice swordsmanship and go to the north to kill monsters, his character became very different. He could no longer be said to be a scholar, but a pure swordsman.
The dean was silent for a moment and then said: "Your boy is going to the north to kill demons. I can't stop him, and I don't want to stop him. But if you kill demons, you will kill demons. If you do sword cultivation, you will do sword cultivation. You can't read a few more books in your free time. , look at the teachings of sages?"
When he said this, it seemed that the dean was no longer the leader of scholars in the world, but just an ordinary elder, helplessly admonishing his nephew who was talented but did not study well.
Although he also probably knew that there would not be any answer he wanted.
Liu Banbi also thought for a long time, and then slowly said: "Sir, when we go to the north, students have no free time. How can there be any free time for practicing swordsmanship and killing monsters?"
After all, it was this student who finally couldn't bear to say frankly that he didn't want to study anymore, so as to save face for his husband.
"Liu Banbi, you better fucking become a swordsman, otherwise don't blame me for looking down on you!"
"Mr. Cheng's good words!"
In fact, in the end, the dean didn't feel good about mentioning Liu Banbi in front of outsiders. It wasn't because he stopped studying and went to practice swordsmanship, or because he insisted on running to the north to kill monsters, and it wasn't because he ended up He really became a swordsman and slapped the dean in the face, but the dean knew that he really didn't read a book from that day on.
He is no longer a scholar.
That was the reading seed I had chosen from thousands of times before.
To this day, he still remembers when he met that little guy in the countryside. The young man stood in front of him with a playful smile on his face, "May I ask, sir, how does your knowledge compare to that of Mr. Chen from the private school?"
At that time, the dean also smiled and said: "I only know a little knowledge, and I am a little more knowledgeable than your current husband."
God knows how humble the dean was at that time.
"Liu Banbi..."
The dean sighed and said softly: "If you can, don't die in Mobei."
After saying these words, the snowflakes in the dean's palm just disappeared, turned into snow water, and rolled down the lakeside.
After a long time, the dean raised his head and looked towards the lakeside. There appeared a scholar who was also unable to sleep in the middle of the night and was also walking slowly here.
The two looked at each other, and the dean threw a fried soybean into his mouth without saying a word.
Wei Xu hesitated for a moment, came here, bowed to his husband, and then asked: "Sir, is there something on your mind that makes you unable to sleep in the middle of the night?"
As the only person who has served beside the dean in these years, Wei Xu naturally knows the dean's habits. He does not practice in the middle of the night and can only sleep.
But the dean who couldn't sleep at night was actually swimming in the lake at the moment, so he was naturally worried.
The dean did not answer the student's question, but instead asked: "Are you worried too?"
Wei Xu was silent for a moment and said softly: "I can't sue Mr. Yu."
The dean chuckled. He had known this. He knew the temperament of the student in front of him very well. He looked gentle on weekdays, but in fact he was extremely stubborn. If he believed in something, he would naturally not change it. He would not listen to others' advice and would not take the initiative. Talk to others.
Since he had taken the initiative to say that he couldn't talk, the dean no longer asked, but smiled and said: "Yexue looks good, go and warm up two pots of wine and have a drink."
After saying this, the dean took the initiative to walk towards the center of the lake, while Wei Xu turned around to prepare the stove and wine.
Not long after, the two met again under the pavilion, and then the dean asked Wei Xu to sit down.
The stove was on the stone table, bringing bursts of warmth to the two of them.
Wei Xu took a bowl of wine and poured it for the dean, and then got up.
The dean said calmly: "You and I, master and apprentice, seem to have not had a good drink for a long time."
Wei Xu was startled, but then he understood what his husband meant, so he didn't get up. Instead, he poured himself a bowl of wine and remained silent.
"When I met you a few years ago, I told you that as a scholar, it doesn't matter if you are smart, but you should not be too thoughtful and calculating. This will make your life unhappy and it will be difficult to read the true meaning."
The dean took a sip of wine and said calmly: "You are very talented in cultivation and smart, but it is a pity that you were born in the Wei family, a wealthy family. Life is tiring, and you think too much. If you don't get out soon, you How many more years do you think you can remain a scholar?"
Wei Xu didn't react. He just took a sip of wine, put down the wine bowl, and then said softly: "The teacher is right, but the students cannot do what the teacher thinks."
The dean held the wine bowl and said with a smile: "Don't force it. As a so-called leader of scholars, when I start to persuade people, there are always many people nodding like chickens pecking at rice. But who knows, students like me don't Too many people listen to me as a teacher.”
Wei Xu looked at his husband with a complicated expression, and said: "I have only seen it in books before, so-called people can't help themselves when they are in the world. Later I learned that the people who are most helpless in the world are not the so-called people in the world, but the so-called people in the world. He is a descendant of a noble family from a high-ranking family."
The dean shook his head and said, "These words are meaningless. It's better to drink."
Wei Xu smiled bitterly. He originally wanted to tell his husband something from the bottom of his heart, but when he thought about it, there was no truth in the world that he didn't know about someone like his husband. There were also things in the world that he didn't know. What could he not figure out clearly?
He doesn't want to listen or speak, so he naturally has his own reasons.
After Wei Xu figured this out, he stopped talking and drank in silence.
Two bottles of wine was not much, and he drank most of it in a short time. The dean's expression remained the same, but Wei Xu's cheeks were slightly red and he was a little tipsy.
When drinking with your husband, you naturally cannot use your cultivation to dispel the alcohol, so you can only rely on your own drinking capacity. Wei Xu's drinking capacity is not considered good, and it has never been counted.
"Speaking of which, am I a failure as a husband?"
The dean suddenly looked at Wei Xu, a little helpless and a little sad.
Wei Xu was a little confused, but he still said seriously: "From the students' point of view, no matter what you say, you can't be called a failure. In the eyes of students, you are the best teacher."
The dean ignored him and just said to himself: "I have accepted many disciples in my life, and they are all pretty good. Everyone has their own strengths. I know them all and like them very much. Sir, students are just walking together. But when you stop and go, you can't think of it. People who are traveling together always have to separate, just before and after. At first, I just thought about some students, so I left. After all, everyone has his own ambitions, but later on, where can I think of it? Thinking about it, after walking for many years, no matter how you look at it, there are only a few followers behind you."
"When I decided to accept your little junior sister as a closed disciple, I really thought about it a lot. A lot of people would gossip about a woman as a closed disciple, but I don't care. As long as she is willing to study hard, that's great, but I can't imagine that. , she has only been a beginner for a long time, and she is already thinking about becoming a sword cultivator."
Wei Xu retorted: "Sir, what you said doesn't make sense. If a junior sister practices swordsmanship, she will no longer be a scholar after practicing swordsmanship."
The dean looked at Wei Xu and said calmly: "Of course I know, but I'm just worried. That guy Liu Banbi has learned from the past. Reading really made him crazy, and then he didn't even want any good things. It seems that as long as it is a truth in the book, it makes no sense to him."
When talking about his fellow disciple, Wei Xu could only remain silent.
The dean smiled. He was naturally aware of the little emotion between the two, but he didn't want to reveal it.
"I'm just thinking now that there are not many guys behind me now. If one day there is no one left, what face will I have to see my gentleman?"
The dean was a little melancholy, looking at Wei Xu in front of him with emotion.
This scholar, who was considered to be the best candidate to succeed the academy in many cases, may not really be the best in the eyes of the dean.
The word "scholar" does not mean that one is reading. Only one who knows the principles in the book can be called a scholar.
The dean, who had spoken a lot, was a little tired. He rubbed his eyes and said softly: "I had a dream in the middle of the night. I dreamed that the old immortal from Wantian Palace gave me a dream and said that he had realized something now. When I asked him what it was, he asked me to guess it, so I was so angry that I grabbed a stone on the side of the road and gave it to him."
After saying this, the dean said a little tiredly: "This guy should take a step earlier, otherwise I would go out to Wantian Palace today to make him look good."
In fact, this is a baffling thing to say, but it is actually a bit sad.
Wei Xu was silent for a long time, and finally asked: "May I ask, sir, what should I do if I have to make a choice in the future but don't know how to choose?"
The dean turned to look at him, drank the last half of the wine in the bowl, and said calmly: "There are many good things that I like, want, and can't resist. Who can say anything about this?"
Wei Xu looked at the dean and hesitated to speak.
The dean continued: "To be able to make such a choice and feel that it is the right choice is an ordinary person. Knowing that such a choice is right, but not choosing, this is a real person."
After saying this, the dean pointed to his heart and stopped talking.
Wei Xu didn't know if he understood the dean's true intention. After being silent for a long time, he slowly stood up, saluted seriously, and said, "Students are taught."
The dean chuckled and didn't say much.
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It's snowing heavily in the capital of God, but the front door of the small courtyard by the academy lake is clean.
Xie Nandu was sitting under the eaves with a stove in front of her. Having reached her level of cultivation, she had long been immune to the cold and heat, but she was still used to lighting a stove in winter, which seemed to bring her some warmth.
There are some newspapers in front of her that have been sent to her in the past few days, all from Xie's side. It's just the northern border that she cares about most, but this time there isn't much news.
The war in the north seems to have too much to do with it. Military reports are transmitted to the capital of the gods using the most top-secret means. Most outsiders have no idea that even the hidden stakes planted by the major families in the north are at this moment. No news could be spread, but there was some vague news, saying that in this battle, the Daliang Dynasty did not have any defeat.
Xie Nandu reached out and threw the newspaper into the stove, and then quickly remembered another thing.
Emperor Daliang said that his cultivation had reached a critical juncture and he had been in seclusion for several days. All the government affairs these days were handled by the eldest prince. At first, the officials thought it was nothing. Emperor Daliang was the emperor of Daliang, but he was also a powerful warrior. Since he was still practicing, he must have encountered difficulties. However, within a few days, the courtiers gradually felt that something was wrong. Now, in the divine capital, there was already an undercurrent.
Xie Nandu withdrew his gaze, threw the newspaper into the stove, and then looked into the distance, calmly and somewhat outrageously.
Today's divine capital is undercurrent, which is not a good thing for the entire Daliang.
"There have been many similar stories written in the annals of history. His Majesty was in the wrong position. If such a thing really happened, many people would not necessarily be happy to see it happen."
Xie Nandu looked at Wei Xu who appeared at the gate of the courtyard at some unknown time.
Wei Xu stood in the heavy snow, but not a single snowflake could fall on him.
The scholar who was born in the Wei family looked at Xie Nandu and asked: "If there is a real storm and the undercurrent turns into waves, what will Xie Nandu choose?"
Xie Nandu looked at Wei Xu and said calmly: "Then what will Senior Brother Wei choose?"
Wei Xu changed the subject and asked, "Where is that young man? When will he return to the Capital of Gods?"
Xie Nandu shook his head and said, "God knows."
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Looking at it infatuatedly, it is also snowing tonight. This seemingly ordinary dilapidated Taoist temple is now covered with heavy snow, but it actually has a different kind of beauty. A middle-aged Taoist man is slowly returning to the mountain in the snowy night, while walking slowly on the mountain road. , and no Taoist priest in the temple could detect his traces, but when he just stepped into the door of the Taoist temple, a Taoist priest had been waiting for him here for a long time.
After glancing at the Taoist priest who had known when he would return to the mountain, the middle-aged Taoist was silent for a moment, then quickly saluted and said calmly: "I've met the master, senior brother."
Although the middle-aged Taoist is the master in charge of the Chixin Temple, he is always both a junior brother and a subordinate in front of the temple master.
The viewer glanced at his junior brother and said calmly: "I'll probably gain something from going down the mountain?"
The middle-aged Taoist remained silent and did not answer.
The viewer continued to speak slowly and said, "Who took action when you were so seriously injured?"
The viewer sighed with emotion: "Although you don't like me as a senior brother, since you are my junior brother, I, as a senior brother, should take care of everything you should."
The middle-aged Taoist shook his head slowly and said softly: "I know this in my heart, so I don't need to worry about it."
This time, he even omitted the word "senior brother" and did not mention it.
But the temple owner didn't care, and said calmly: "Since you insist so much, what can I say? It's just that you don't have to care about this matter. You went down the mountain privately and violated the rules of the family, so what should I say?"
According to the rules of Chixin Temple, anyone in the temple who wants to go down the mountain must report to the master in charge. When there is an emergency, he must leave a trace of his breath and is not allowed to go down the mountain without any reason. Therefore, as the master in charge of the rules in the mountain, Zhanglu Zhenren should be like this.
The rules of the mountain are actually not big, but what if Master Zhanglu went down the mountain to a place that even a foolish observer thought he shouldn't go?
This is hard to say.
The middle-aged Taoist said calmly: "Of course I know the rules of the mountain. I will go to the back mountain and face the wall for three years."
For a big shot like this, even if he violates the so-called sect rules, nothing will happen. It just depends on whether the viewer is willing to pursue the matter.
But it is obvious that the viewer now wants to do something about this.
"Junior brother acts with some indifference. If he continues to be like this, it would be a small thing to lose his life, but it would be a big thing to insult me for being infatuated. I don't think my brother can do this for long."
The viewer's voice suddenly became a little cold. When he looked at the master in charge, his eyes were less emotional and more indifferent.
The middle-aged Taoist frowned but never admitted his mistake.
The fact that he failed to become the temple master back then had already made him angry. Even now, after so many years, he still hasn't let go. Although he made mistakes and asked for help from the temple master, he still can't clear up his face.
The viewer responded calmly. The infatuated viewer, who had never looked more than middle-aged, looked at the junior brother in front of him who had never regarded him as his senior brother. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Having been brothers for so many years, he didn't know what the junior brother in front of him was thinking. Whether he knew it or not, some things would be even worse if he really explained them clearly word for word.
The middle-aged Taoist was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "If senior brother feels that junior brother is not suitable for this position, please choose someone else."
The temple master had no expression on his face, as if he had known this answer for a long time. Just as he was about to say something, a voice suddenly sounded in the distance, "Guan Master, there is news from the Shendu City."
A middle-aged Taoist priest stood in the distance, holding a Di newspaper in his hand, looking here with a worried look in his eyes.
The viewer waved his hand and shook his head, "Junior brother, go and recuperate."
The middle-aged Taoist did not stop, but walked straight ahead. When he passed by the middle-aged Taoist, the Taoist also saluted the master in charge seriously, but the middle-aged Taoist ignored him.
The viewer took the newspaper handed out by the man, glanced at it, and his expression changed slightly.
"According to the news from our hidden stake in Shendu, the Emperor of Liang has not been in court for several days. He said that he was practicing in seclusion, but in fact no one knows the truth or falsehood. Thinking of it, he had previously revealed that he wanted to be a charioteer. The idea of conquering it personally, maybe he has reached the northern border by now."
The Taoist priest softly talked about the various aspects of the Shendu today. Chixin Guan, as a major sect in Fangwai, naturally has a few more concerns about the Shendu.
The viewer said: "The Liang Dynasty has been dormant for more than two hundred years, and now it is gradually raising its head. From Wanliuhui to Chongming Mountain, can outsiders not see clearly what their thoughts are? Who doesn't know what these warriors are thinking? It's just that The territory of the operating country is within the territory of the operating country, and now he dares to provoke the north. This Emperor of Liang is indeed very courageous."
The Taoist priest said softly: "If Emperor Liang goes to the north, then the Liang Dynasty will really win in the north. After this battle, it will be a great encouragement to the military morale and the morale of the people of the Liang Dynasty. We Do you want to do something?”
The viewer did not speak. He just looked at the Di newspaper in his hand. As his eyes fell, the Di newspaper started to burn and turned into ashes in an instant.
"If it were the past, I would naturally have to do something, but forget it now, I will only be such a junior brother in my life. Since I let him go and reciprocated the favor, I shouldn't do anything at this time. Let them do whatever they want. Go ahead."
The viewer shook his head. For many things in the world, his eyes could tell the result just by looking at it. Although the middle-aged Taoist did not speak from beginning to end, nor did he tell the ins and outs of the matter, how could he not know what happened? What?
So in this case, he naturally has to speak some truth and do something.
"If the message continues, my Taoist sect, the Tao of Immortality, will not be allowed to enter the Divine Capital these days."
The viewer glanced into the distance with a calm expression.
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The middle-aged Taoist returned to Houshan Cave, but he failed to go in. Under the moonlight, at the entrance of the cave, there was an old Taoist waiting for him.
Seeing the old Taoist priest, the middle-aged Taoist slowly saluted and called him uncle.
As the leader of Chixin Temple, he has a very high seniority and a very high status, but in this Taoist temple with such a profound foundation, there are naturally some people who want him to call him uncle.
The old Taoist priest looked at the middle-aged Taoist and saw the injuries on his body at a glance, and said calmly: "There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. Do you understand this truth when you go out?"
The middle-aged Taoist was silent.
The old Taoist priest said coldly: "Li Yin, if you still don't regard your senior brother as your senior brother, then one day, when you cause a huge disaster, there will be no chance that anyone will come to save you!"
Infatuated to watch the master of Zhanglu, Taoist name is Li Yin. He doesn't know much about the whole world.
Li Yin shook his head and said indifferently: "Uncle Master, don't say any more."
The old Taoist snorted coldly, with an indifferent expression, "If I don't say anything now, you will really think that your last hope is gone!"
Li Yin thought of the young man holding the broken knife and said nothing.
Senior brothers and junior brothers are no longer the two little Taoist priests they were before.
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The Sword Immortal traveled far away, walking with his sword. Although Liu Banbi was born in Yeluzi and was not a disciple of any sword sect, Yeluzi was no problem and walked all the way to the final height. After looking at him, which sword cultivator in the world said, Don't call him "Senior Sword Immortal".
He was seriously injured, but he traveled all the way to the north, and the sword aura was still strong. However, after setting foot on the Mobei Plain, the sword immortal felt the aura that filled the plain. It was inexplicably powerful, even though it had already been Having stepped into the realm of Wangyou, you can be said to be a true swordsman, but there is a natural difference between Wangyou and Wangyou. Just like at this moment, Liu Banbi clearly felt that the owner of the aura in front of him was not him. Comparable.
On the Mobei Plain, the person with this aura is probably the Demon Emperor.
But now the meaning revealed by this aura seems to be telling everyone that the demon emperor is fighting with others at the moment.
It's the one who went deep into the realm of Wangyou in Mobei.
Liu Banbi was even more impressed now. Who was that person? He actually alerted the powerful Demon Emperor.
But before he could think about it for long, two figures appeared side by side on the horizon in the distance.
Liu Banbi stopped, the flying sword holding the cicada under his feet was flying toward his palm.
The two people in front of them were clearly two great demons.
One of them, Liu Banbi, knew him, the big black-robed demon who he had not chased before he fled back to the north. As for the other one, he was not familiar with him.
The black-robed demon sighed in the distance: "Going deep into Mobei, I really admire you as a swordsman."
The other Sword Immortal beside him was silent and did not speak. He just looked at the green-shirted Sword Immortal who was not too strong.
Liu Banbi looked at the black-robed demon he had fought with before and said with a smile: "I couldn't kill you before. Now that you're coming up to me, it seems like you really don't want to live anymore?"
The black-robed demon said calmly: "Now two people are fighting one person, and you are seriously injured. How can you leave alive?"
Liu Banbi shook his head and said, "I don't know if I can leave alive, but you must die before I die."
As he spoke, Liu Banbi held a cicada with a flying sword in his hand, and the cicada chirped again.
He took off the gourd around his waist, put it in his lips, and took a sip. Then he remembered that there was no wine. At this moment, pouring the wine, not even a drop of drop, only a bit of fragrance, "You two, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you The injury is not good yet. If I am trying to kill you, just to kill you, regardless of whether you care about it, you will have a little effort to save you, or will you not care about you? "
Sword repairs are invincible in the same situation, but in fact, except for murder, there are almost nothing else for preaching, but the willow is different. In addition to being a sword repair, he was still a scholar and the scholars. Ring around, he understands that he naturally has those in the city.
Sure enough, after Liu Banban said this, the big black robe in front of him looked ugly.
The demon tribe may be more talented in practice, but compared with the minds and the city, most of the demon people are not the enemy of the human race at all.
"Why bother, he is already seriously injured, we shot together. If it can't take long, he will die in our hands.
The big demon, who had not been spoken suddenly, suddenly spoke, and his tone was indifferent.
Liu Banba was ignored, but just raised his head and murmured, "Maybe it's really going to die in Mobe?"
As the words fall, between the heavens and the earth, the sword qi is a masterpiece, and countless sword light fell from the heavenly curtain, like a sword rain.
And the sword fairy willow, who stands above the sky, smiled and said, "Since you don't believe it, who will die first?"
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Difficulty.
This river that is less than a thousand miles away from the demon king city has spread tens of thousands of miles and is extremely wide. For a long time, the River River is regarded as the last barrier of the demon. Facing the disaster of the destruction, but in fact for so many years, not to mention the people of the human race, in fact, even the human race, few people can come to this siege side.
But with the wind blowing, the two figures just appeared on the two sides of the river, which was roughly the same as before.
But this time, the two appeared on both sides of the river bank of this difficult river.
At this moment, the two had a fatigue that could not be concealed.
The Demon Emperor looked up and looked at the Emperor of the opposite side. He wanted to say something, but when he remembered that it was already a river, he didn't speak.
In the battle of Mobei, the victory between the two was actually difficult to distinguish, but the demon emperor kept retreating north, but it could actually explain what.
Emperor Daliang smiled: "In the past two hundred years of Daliang, there is only me who hit it here."
In fact, it is even more exaggerated. The Emperor Daliang can even say that in the past millennium, he can go deep into Mobei and fight with the demon emperor. In the end, it is only him who can come to the river.
The demon emperor said indifferently: "That's it."
Along the way, Emperor Daliang was already a little tired.
The Demon Emperor had a plan to consume the Emperor Daliang first, and even an ambush in the north.
Emperor Daliang looked ahead, and at the end of the sight, there seemed to be a vagueness of a majestic king city.
The Emperor Daliang seemed to know that this time this time it crossed the river, it was probably difficult, so standing on the river bank, he just laughed: "Next time, I will take the army and sweep Mobei all the way, and go to it all the way, and go all the way to Mobei. What kind of magnificent scenes are Wanma staying on this river bank? "
Emperor Daliang's words seemed to be unusual, but in fact he was extremely bold, as if there were countless magnificent mountains in his heart.
The demon emperor is not, he just spit out a bite of turbid air and calmly said: "No next time."
Emperor Daliang looked across the river, listening to this, and by the way, he also listened to the voices of the river flow. Then he said, "I want to stay, you said,"
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