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She didn't know until today that although self-destruction has the word "explosion", it can also be carried out silently, and before the red light and heat wave came, a terrible cold came first, and all heat sources in all directions were destroyed. The pavilion was robbed away, and the pavilion was covered with frost from the inside to the outside. From the stone foundation to the wooden pillars, cracks climbed up wantonly. The water in the entire pool turned into ice crystals. The dry lotus on the pool broke its stem and fell to the ice like porcelain. Crushed.
Zhang Jiucheng, who was addicted to pleasure and cultivation, had no time to react. He kept looking back and lost all his vitality, turning into a cold and stiff corpse. All the moisture in the air condensed, and heavy snow fell outside the pavilion.
On the surface of Master Yuhua's body, the lava swimming in the cracks became increasingly brighter. It seemed as if a storm eye was formed with him as the center. Tons of air was swallowed up, and the surrounding air pressure dropped rapidly. Finally, at a certain critical point, the high temperature and pressure accumulated to a terrifying level suddenly expanded outward——
It takes so many words to describe it, but in fact everything happened in just a few moments. There was no time to escape from the wind, no time to open the teleportation formation, or even time to use the magical weapon to protect himself. Rong Tong's last impression before he lost consciousness was an explosion of temperature that could melt bones and devour souls, and a fierce white light that instantly robbed human eyesight...
The waist of Lancai Peak is destined to be unstable tonight.
A few hours ago, the Kunlun Guards, who were armed and strong, rushed into Jinguang Zhenren's mansion, and without saying a word amidst the screams of the woman, they captured the disheveled "Master" Zhang Jiucheng who was sitting on their bed.
All the disciples were uneasy because of this. Zhang Jiucheng was indeed mean, unfeeling, greedy and indulgent in his daily life. Good disciples were taken in by him and ordered around like his slaves. No one in the whole family did not resent him. But there is both prosperity and loss. They are grasshoppers tied to the same rope as Zhang Jiucheng anyway. If something happens to Zhang Jiucheng, they will only have an even worse life.
Several disciples who could usually speak a little in the mansion discussed nervously and couldn't make up their minds. Finally, they had to knock on the door of the east wing together.
"Bai...Senior Brother Bai, what should we do now?"
"Don't be anxious. Master has Yuhua Zhenren as his support, so there will be no danger of any danger."
The sick-looking man was still wearing the moon-white gown. He was sitting under a lone lamp, so calm that he didn't even raise his head.
A small white medicine bottle was pinched and turned by his pale and well-joined fingers. It was the "medicine" that Zhang Jiucheng would distribute to him every month. In fact, it contained only the well-known Ten Complete Books of the Cultivation World. It's just a tonic. If a mortal or a low-level monk is critically ill, taking it can prolong his life. At first, it can last for more than ten years. After that, the potency of the medicine becomes smaller and smaller, until later, once the medicine is stopped, the only end result is death. And each medicinal ingredient is worth tens of thousands of gold, which is far beyond what ordinary monks can afford.
Two hundred years ago, Jin Guangzhen Zhang Jiucheng was just a small official with a meager salary and no one cared about him. This young man who called himself Bai Ruomo came to visit one day and said that he had a way to make Zhang Jiucheng prosperous and make a lot of money.
Before Zhang Jiucheng entered Kunlun, he was a long-term worker in a small county official's family. His biggest dream since he was a child was to become like his father. The granary was filled with rice and noodles, the house was built tall and big, and the gold and silver were inexhaustible. There are groups of concubines hugging each other.
I originally thought that I would have everything after entering Kunlun, but I didn’t expect that the largest sect in Junzhou would only talk about simplicity and tranquility every day. I wish I could give you a futon for you to take root and sprout, and occasionally pick at the hair. After getting some spiritual pearls and spiritual stones, even fools would not dare to exchange them for gold and silver and squander it - the road is rough, and you must have elixirs, spells, magic weapons and weapons by your side.
Because he was timid and cherished his life, he never dared to enter the secret realm to go on missions. Even if he managed to survive from Qi training and foundation building to conceiving a baby with his good qualifications, his life was still tight. The newly promoted Jin Guangzhen was very angry. The purpose of his cultivation was to become a "master". Why was he getting further and further away from his goal even though he had lost half of his mortal body?
Bai Ruomo's appearance was undoubtedly because someone came and handed him a pillow just after he fell asleep. Since he took his seat and guided and paved the way from behind, Jinguang Zhenren gradually established an image of being reliable and a very capable official. He successfully hooked up with the chief minister Lang Guan at that time, only to find that they were actually together. In the business of reselling Kunlun's spiritual veins, Bai Ruomo encouraged him to become the former Langguan's minion, making secret contacts for them. Later, his immediate boss died away from home for unknown reasons. Bai Ruomo actually helped him directly climb on the thigh of Master Yuhua, the minister of Si Ji Hall, which made him feel more at ease. Even a mouthful of food in Taotie's mouth would be a terrible fortune. Zhang Jiucheng knew the taste after eating the marrow, and he was happy not to miss Shu.
As for betraying the sect and collaborating with others? Oh, he didn't feel it at all. In his opinion, nine out of ten officials are corrupt. Take the little county official he served as an example! If he hadn't deducted the money from the people, the salary from the imperial court would not be enough to cover the expenses of a whole yard of servants! !
Bai Ruomo looks strange. He looks sickly all day long. His cultivation level has been stuck in the middle stage of the golden elixir for hundreds of years and cannot rise. He seems to be heading west at any moment. However, weakness symbolizes low threat, so Zhang Jiucheng never felt that he should guard against him.
The reward he wanted was just this bottle of medicine every month. He said that he had a baseless mortal sister at home, and he couldn't bear that his only relative in the world would end up dying of old age, so he asked for this bottle of medicine to help him. The gray-haired old sister hangs herself.
Zhang Jiucheng didn't understand at all how someone could have such a morbid nostalgia for their mortal relatives. He thought that when his parents both passed away in the city, he was still in the early stage of retreat and broke through to the middle stage of foundation building. After the retreat, there were grass on his parents' graves. Half a man taller, he just found a day to visit the grave and couldn't even squeeze out a tear.
But regardless of whether Bai Ruomo had any psychological problems or not, his oversimplified demands were something Zhang Jiucheng was happy to prejudice. No matter how valuable the medicinal materials are, they are just a drop in the bucket for him today. He hoped for the best that Bai Ruomo would always want his sister by his side, so that he could always keep this powerful disciple tightly tied and earn a steady stream of spiritual stones for him.
It can only be said that Zhang Jiucheng's vision is too narrow and short-sighted, too narrow to see the endless risks and calculations on both sides of the road, and too short-sighted to see the sharp sword hanging in the sky in front of him falling inch by inch. Even though he had lived in Kunlun, the center of power in Junzhou, for hundreds of years, he was still just a long-term employee of the county official's family.
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"But you, on the other hand, should be very careful at all times, lest anyone becomes greedy and steals Master's belongings and takes advantage of the chaos to escape. When Master comes back, he finds that a hair is missing from his house... His temper You know this, will you still have a good life?"
Bai Ruomo finally gave them a few "pointers" in a cold voice. Although he has always been indifferent to common affairs in the palace, his image of leaving no stone unturned has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. At this moment, no one expressed any objection to his words. They all looked like they suddenly understood. They all said "Thank you, Senior Brother" in unison, and then hurried out, shouting left and right to instruct others to lead the way. Restrictions outside the mansion were raised.
He listened to the noise outside, stood up quietly, opened the window on the back wall and looked up quietly. Tonight, the moon and stars were sparse, and the night sky was rarely clean. His line of sight could be extended to the highest altitudes in the distance. He waited until clouds gathered in the sky, gradually covering up the moonlight, and large black clouds gathered above them. Occasionally, there was an ominous light. The clouds flashed away, as if human ears could hear the "sizzling" jumping electric friction.
"The complete 'Cold Ash Tribulation'... Ever since the Tianshan Mountains were covered with snow, it has not appeared in Junzhou for thousands of years, right?" He sighed with emotion, a faint look of nostalgia rising in his usually dead eyes, "Even the traces left behind are dealt with You are so ruthless, He Ling, you really deserve to be the most proud disciple of the Great Elder."
Heling is the common name of Yuhua Zhenren before he was crowned.
"What a pity, your allegiance is to Tianshan Snow, not me -"
Light rose under his feet, and a teleportation formation quietly began to form. The last rune emerged from the formation, and he twisted his body and disappeared on the spot.
As he left, a dazzling electric light suddenly burst out from the black clouds.
Don't you see it, the winter moon thunder is hidden deep in the earth, as silent as cold ashes.
The next moment, countless thunder struck in the sky, and the besieged sheep screamed and had no way to escape, and had no choice but to be slaughtered. Lightning flashes and thunder roared, and the grass and wood house was plunged into a sea of fire amidst the explosion. The small white porcelain bottle was left alone on the table. Waiting for it was the blazing collapsed beam above...
By daybreak, Jinguang Zhenren's former lavish mansion will be completely reduced to scorched earth. It can be said that Zhang Jiucheng is fulfilled. He will live with him in glory and die with him.
