[Sacrifice to the spirit: Si Ying...
Origin: Hongkai purple mulberry tree.
Note: Can be shared. 】
[Sacrifice to the spirit: Chen Fang...
Origin: covered with thousands of flowers.
Note: Can be shared. 】
The water on the surface of the well swayed, and two brand-new sacrificial spirits appeared, and Wangyuejing seemed to have a sense that he knew what the well owner needed most, and they could directly share their origins alone.
Under the dilapidated ruins, Xin Zhuo's face turned rosy. If the origin can be shared, then it can be merged with the pure spiritual origin. As long as he follows this direction in the future, everything will be promising.
However, it is currently unknown what will happen when the source is fused, and whether the body can handle it. He needs a stable hiding place, or he can go to the Great Zhou Palace to find out.
Just as he was about to go down the mountain, there was a sound of breaking wind behind him, and he saw two old women coming with hundreds of disciples in green and black clothes. They glanced around tremblingly, not even caring about the broken sect, and looked panicked and humble. , all bowed and saluted.
The battle between the three people just now was comparable to a miracle, far beyond their understanding. Even after they hid in the mountain stream at the back of the mountain, they were still shaken and numb, and their minds were in a trance.
At this moment, only Xin Zhuo was still there, so naturally he won. His eyes looking at Xin Zhuo were full of admiration and fear.
Xin Zhuo was a little embarrassed and could only say: "I'm really sorry for destroying the gate of your sect, but I don't have any money left now..."
The two old women hurriedly stepped forward, bowed their hands and saluted: "The leader...the king...your majesty..."
After changing several names in a row, hundreds of Wudang disciples with their heads lowered looked at each other, feeling confused.
Xin Zhuo was also surprised: "You are..."
The shorter old woman boldly stepped forward and smiled softly: "Is there any law for a bold thief to bully a helpless person in broad daylight?"
What she said was a bit strange, and she deliberately acted like a girl who was coquettish and arrogant, but her face was full of old wrinkles and her posture was a bit scary.
However, Xin Zhuo suddenly recognized her: "Miss Qin Lilong?"
When she ran away from Fulong Mountain and led Cui Ying'er and the others into the world, the heroine Qin Lilong was saved by the hero.
The old woman was a little embarrassed: "There is no girl, she is already seventy or eighty years old."
The tall, thin old woman on the side also smiled with difficulty: "Your Majesty, I am Song Xijun."
Xin Zhuo was stunned, and his thoughts drifted back to those years when he was in the world many years ago, the various operations that were carried out, the heroines and the high-rollers of those years.
How many years ago was that?
He has lived in seclusion in Langxian Town for these years. Although he has witnessed the birth, old age, illness and death of some old friends and the growth of some children, he does not have much emotion about the passage of time. It is as if he is an outsider and will always leave, until...
Seeing the two people in front of him, their black hair changed to white hair, the girl's beauty suddenly turned into her twilight years, a feeling that the vicissitudes of time had gone through and it was hard to recover, made him feel infinitely sad.
After a while, he said sadly: "So old..."
Sang Lilong smiled bitterly and said: "I should be three years older than Your Majesty. I am eighty-four years old this year. I have lived a very poor life. I have not yet become an immortal. Time flies by. How can I not grow old? Senior sister is eighty-seven years old this year. She is older than me. How old are you? Although you have never married, you are already old enough to be a great-grandmother."
Song Xijun smiled and said: "Your Majesty is an old man in his eighties, but his appearance is still like that of a young man. He is handsome and smart. I'm afraid he has become a martial arts immortal now?"
"Wuxian..."
Xin Zhuo sighed, walked slowly to the side of a stone wall that had not yet collapsed, waved his hand to control the Qi, and wrote a piece of handwriting in a flying and flying way.
"Creating the creation of heaven and earth, cultivating the divine sword that seizes heaven..."
The [Heaven-Seizing Sword Technique] technique from the Confucian sect.
He turned back to look at the two of them: "I still have things to do, so I can't reminisce about the past. I give this sword skill to you. You have the right to destroy the mountain gate to make amends. Take care!"
The figure dissipated like bubbles in an instant and disappeared without a trace.
"Martial Immortal's secret technique! Revealed!"
Hundreds of Wudang disciples hurriedly surrounded the stone wall, extremely excited. Only Sang Lilong and Song Xijun stumbled to the steps of the mountain gate, looking at the dark night with a trace of loss on their faces.
Xin Zhuo is the most powerful person they have ever seen in their lives, so why is he not in their youth?
…
Xin Zhuo had already arrived at the foot of the mountain, and took Xiao Huang to continue to the imperial capital of Zhou Dynasty. After walking for more than ten miles, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to ask them, who is the emperor now, and where is that boy Ji Yu?
I went back and asked again, but it was not beautiful after all, so I had no choice but to walk slowly forward facing the moonlight.
At the beginning of the second day, we were less than thirty miles away from the imperial capital. It had been too long since we had returned. The long streets, inns, and official roads in Gyeonggi Province had all changed. Unknowingly, we had wandered around to the east gate of "Shenwumen". Xin Zhuo didn't want to go through this door that he had visited many times, so he took the confused Xiao Huang back to the official road of Jingxi Road.
The ten-mile long embankment outside the west gate has turned into thirty-mile. It is March in the spring, when everything revives and dead trees are in spring. The weeping willows have sprouted new buds and sent out new branches. Plus purple and red flowers are tightly clustered. Looking around, A bright purple and red.
The official roads are crowded with people and cars, and ladies and gentlemen are busy picking flowers.
Busy and noisy but not annoying, even those wealthy and aristocratic people with great tempers drove slowly, opened their car curtains and looked around.
Once here, no matter how dull my mood is, I can't help but relax a lot.
"Master!" Xiao Huang wagged his tail and rubbed Xin Zhuo's trouser legs with an evil look on his face: "Look at these military lords, young men, noble ladies, ladies, rich ladies and dignitaries, all of them are reserved and carrying their airs. , what will happen if you shout loudly, "I am the Supreme Emperor?" Will it scare them silly? "
"You'll be considered an idiot!"
Xin Zhuo sighed, "You are such a good dog, but where did you learn all the tricks to show off?"
Xiao Huang smiled strangely: "If you don't pretend to be a young man, your master said it in Xuantian Sword Sect."
Xin Zhuo said: "Together we are over one hundred and fifty years old!"
Xiao Huang: "Ah this..."
“Oh this dog can talk, oh my God!”
A group of rich young ladies with bold attire and rouge fragrance looked at Xiao Huang in shock, and then...the words changed, "So cute!"
Xin Zhuo: "?"
Xiao Huang: "..."
Wagging his tail crazily, he pretended to be a simple little country dog and rushed towards the girls.
Xin Zhuo shook his head and walked forward.
In the distance, a scholar sang: "...The scenery is beautiful, the spring breeze is fragrant. Colleagues, what do you think?"
"No, no, the prose poems left by the Great Sage, the Supreme Saint and the Ancestor Emperor back then are like, 'Jasper makes up a tree as high as a tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons hang down.' Another example is, 'Where are the early orioles vying for the warm trees, whose spring swallows peck at them? "Chunni" and so on have already exhausted the meaning of spring, and any poem is a little bit meaningless."
"That's right. How can I compare with a majestic saint like the Holy Ancestor Emperor? By the way, everyone, how sure are you of being on the emperor's list this spring? Jumping over the streets and seeing all the Andu flowers?"
"Hahaha, I will definitely pass the imperial examination this year! I will be awarded the title of Imperial Emperor!"
…
Xin Zhuo looked over and saw a group of young scholars dressed handsomely and with colorful mouths. Not far away, there were groups of young girls with bright eyes.
He couldn't help but smile.
Continuing to move forward here, looking at the weeping willows on the long embankment, he wondered where Su Miaojin met him when he came to Beijing.
I don't know why I think of her again...
At this time, there was a sudden commotion from behind, and a row of luxury cars were driving rampantly, causing passers-by to curse. However, the horseman driving the car said proudly: "Your Majesty, King Jiaojiang, please be careful when you get out of your car!"
The crowd then shut up and dared not speak out in anger.
King Jiaojiang is only twelve years old, but he is the eldest son of the current three princes. The third prince is deeply loved by the Supreme Emperor, and King Jiaojiang is even the favorite of the Queen Mother in the palace. It is said that he is quite similar to the Holy Ancestor Emperor back then. There is so much evil going on, who in the entire imperial capital dares to offend?
Xin Zhuo also stepped aside along with the passers-by. As soon as the car passed by, he saw Xiao Huang running back with a rouge-pink face, shaking his head and looking proud.
Continuing forward, I saw the "Shengsheng Gate" ahead. Suddenly it started to rain lightly. Colorful oil paper umbrellas rose from the sea of people on the official road, and there were even girls and scholars running around in a panic. When they hit each other, it may become a romantic plot that has never gone out of style in the writings of literati for thousands of years.
After finally squeezing into the "Deshengmen", we finally arrived at the "Andu", the capital of the Zhou Dynasty, which was completely unfamiliar!
I fell asleep after get off work, there is another chapter, I will post it later!
(End of chapter)
