Amid the sound of firecrackers, Bian'an City spent the last night of the year warmly and peacefully. At the beginning of the first lunar month, the three suns began to spread, and the four seasons began. It was originally a good year for thousands of households to welcome the spring, but the front lines of the war between Kunlun and Haixi frequently came with unoptimistic news. Cast a shadow.
A year ago, Qiongsang, an island country isolated on the East China Sea, suddenly invaded Junzhou in a large scale. Within half a year, all the sixteen countries in the western part of the country fell. At the end of last year, Kunlun officially announced that it would send troops to counterattack. In the early stage, the army was unstoppable, taking back the lost territory of the six countries. The Jianfeng monks were halfway through the battle, and their flying swords almost obscured the sky as they passed by. Regardless of the momentum, magic weapons or the number of high-level monks, Kunlun almost had an overwhelming advantage over Qiong Sang. This war would have ended soon.
But Kunlun's eastward advance has been repeatedly blocked. Qiong Sang did not know what kind of cunning method he used. When the two armies were fighting, a large number of flying swords of Kunlun monks began to crash for no reason. After finding a way to crack it, it was not even possible to determine whether the enemy used a formation or a magic weapon, causing the number of casualties in Kunlun to increase day by day.
"In the old days, Taoism only had five arts: mountain, medicine, fortune telling, fortune telling, and divination. Kunlun, with the strength of its family, made Qi one among them. When the master was here, he never thought that there would be a day when all the halls would support a group of people. What trash!" All the old people who had experienced the Xuanhuang era were indignant.
Some people privately lamented in panic, "The current construction hall is an empty shell. The former master of the construction hall betrayed Kunlun and took away almost all the elite weapon cultivators. Kunlun is no longer the Kunlun that established the Tao with weapons. …”
Regardless of public opinion, the situation remains tense. Although Kunlun's marshal is a powerful man who is still in the Void stage, Qiong Sang's great general in the Divine Transformation stage has never been defeated in a head-on battle. There are also legends of killing people across ranks, which is enough to arouse those major cultivators who are more cautious about their lives as they reach higher realms. fear, not to mention the suspicion of foreign aid formations whose details are unknown.
The war was at a stalemate, and Kunlun was having a hard time on the battlefield. Qiong Sang did not have such a big appetite to take down the huge Kunlun army in one fell swoop. The tug-of-war was getting longer and longer. Zhenjun Hengwu was unwilling to take action himself. He also constantly took care of Kunlun's important people and supplies. Seeing that the bottomless hole is getting bigger and bigger, the Zhengshitang side is also becoming reluctant. The supply of elixirs and spiritual stones is getting more and more stuck, and the dissatisfaction with the Zhengshitang among the frontline troops is growing day by day.
When conflicts accumulate to a certain extent, they will explode. On the first day of the first lunar month, the vanguard of the Kunlun army mutinied, and the monks led by Jianfeng refused to continue marching. The Zhengshitang issued three edicts in succession, demanding severe punishment for the disciples who took the lead in making trouble, but Zhenjun Hengwu ignored them. On the second day of the lunar month, Qiong Sang suddenly sent troops to bypass Haixi and march eastward, seizing three important towns in the east and approaching Shanyang Pass. However, the Kunlun army was still stationed in the six countries of Haixi, and its soldiers did not move.
Once you pass Shanyang Pass, you will reach the hinterland of Junzhou's fertile and wild Central Plains. There is no danger to defend the vast plains there. All the way to the west, you can directly point to Kunlun.
"This is too much!" In the political hall, Tai Zhen Yuanjun waved his sleeves and smashed the desk at hand in anger. The puppets knelt on the ground and swept away the sawdust. She strode across them and walked towards the main seat, " Mother, we must not fulfill Heng Wu’s wish! I am willing to personally lead 10,000 Kunlun Guards to Haixi to suppress the rebellion!!"
"Are you crazy?!" Yunhua Yuanjun stopped her, "Heng Wu took away half of the sword peak. Even if the Kunlun Guards are equipped with light armor, they will be unable to defeat the gods and Yuanying in the sky!"
"How can I frighten them even though I'm still alive?" Taizhen Yuanjun turned to glare at her.
"Isn't Hengwu still in vain? Or are you going to use the realm you have cultivated for thousands of years to fight others?" Yunhua Yuanjun couldn't suppress his excitement and faced the glare of Taizhen Yuanjun, "Have you forgotten how Ming Yu is? Lost his soul? He was only one step away from reaching Mahayana back then. Do you think it would be difficult to repeat his mistakes?!"
"I……"
"Okay -" Jinmu Yuanjun, who had been sitting silently, finally spoke, "The fire is burning to my eyebrows, we ourselves should calm down first, girls."
The two people had to temporarily stop arguing and reluctantly returned to their lacquered gold chairs.
The Golden Mother then said slowly and calmly: "Kunlun Guards, we must not send them. Once the two armies confront each other, doesn't this give Heng Wu an excuse to raise his flag and break up!"
"Send an envoy from the Fu Army over there. The conditions are up to those young boys from Jianfeng. If you want pills, give them pills. If you want spirit stones, give them spirit stones. You must have a good posture. I want to take a look. , for this reason, seeing that Shanyang Pass is about to fall in front of him, Heng Wu dares not to risk the world and continue to fight against the political affairs hall. "
"Mother!" Taizhen Yuanjun couldn't believe it. "Heng Wu's attempt to dominate Kunlun has already been revealed! How can he really do nothing to help Qiong Sang, a small country? If we keep giving in, Qing Sang will be wiped out by then. He has already established his own strength, and he can point his sword at us if he turns around!"
"Then it depends on whether he can destroy Qiong Sang." Jinmu Yuanjun twisted a string of crystal clear eighteen pieces in his hand one by one, with a detached expression as if he had already realized enlightenment, "Don't do it the other way around. He led our Jianfeng elites to the Shanyang Pass, implicating the aristocratic families and sects standing behind him, and they all became Junzhou's eternal sinners."
Taizhen Yuanjun was shocked. It took her a long time to think about the meaning of her mother's words, and her heart suddenly felt cold.
"Mother... who was the alien you had a secret meeting with a month and a half ago?"
"You don't have to find out." Jinmu Yuanjun interrupted her, "Just wait for the good news."
"When this serious problem is eliminated, we will naturally be the only ones in Kunlun. It is inevitable to sacrifice some interests for this. It is inevitable and necessary to reach this point." Yunhua Yuanjun tugged on Taizhen's sleeves and said to her He shook his head gently.
"You, you..." Taizhen Yuanjun didn't know what to say for a moment. How to say it, she forcefully pulled her sleeves out of Yunhua Yuanjun's hands, and looked at Yunhua Yuanjun's slightly startled eyes. He stepped back step by step.
After living for nearly two thousand years, she has long since looked down upon the righteousness of her heart and the common people in the world. She is becoming more and more realistic and understands "necessary compromises". But this time, she was still frightened by the unmasked darkness, and the bloody greed rushed towards her. She was caught off guard, and her chest was filled with ups and downs of nausea.
"...You have already discussed this, right?" She grabbed the thin skin on her chest, as if to grab the pounding heart, "I'm not crazy, you are the ones who are crazy... As long as you still think of yourselves as Kunlun people, as long as you still know dignity and shame..." Every word of hers seemed to be squeezed out through her teeth, but she suddenly lost strength in the second half - yes , these things have all been thrown out of the window by the desire called "power" a long time ago.
Finally, she said feebly, "Aren't you afraid of the master's blame..."
She heard her mother sneer again, like the ambiguous smile she would have had many years ago when an adult impatiently answered her childish words.
"Ah Huan, the matter at hand is important. We can't take action just because of some baseless speculations." Yunhua Yuanjun was still trying to persuade her, "Besides, the leader may not know, isn't Qiong Sang the enemy on the surface? …”
"You are too naive!" Taizhen sneered, but his heart was sad. Among the people sitting here, she was the only one who was closest to Emperor Xuan back then. During the hundreds of years of war, she fought for him as his personal guard. She understands this thousand-year-old legend of Junzhou better than they do, precisely because the more she understands, the more she will be in awe.
Her mother, her fellow juniors, and even that Heng Wu were all ignorant and fearless.
Taizhen Yuanjun closed her eyes. Facing Heng Wu and Qiong Sang, she could keep her sword unsheathed at all times, and she could face tit-for-tat without fear... But what about the people she cared about?
She took a few deep breaths, and finally waved her sleeves feebly, turned around and left.
Yunhua Yuanjun subconsciously stood up and was about to intercept the person, but behind him was a slow voice, "Let her go."
She pursed her lips, looked at the half-open door, and finally sat back down again with some despair.
"A Huan has been supported by Lord Shangqing a lot. After all, this is the love of half master and half monarch. It is normal for her to be unable to change her mind for a moment..." She lowered her voice, still trying to defend Taizhen.
Golden Mother Yuanjun was holding the Eighteenth Son in her hand, "Look at how panicked you are. No matter what happens, it will come out of my belly. What can you do to her?"
The warmth in that tone was very thin.
"Yes," Yunhua Yuanjun's hands under his sleeves clenched tightly, but his face immediately broke out into a smile, "Yuanjun and Ah Huan are the mother and daughter of close relatives after all."
"Who says it's not the case? I only have this one child, and I was too protective of her at the beginning. So much so that at such an age now, I still have that youthful nature." Jinmu Yuanjun shook his head, "Actually, sometimes I think Come to think of it, we are all old monsters several thousand years older, so she looks really cute like this."
"It's just that I have to worry about what I should be worried about. I have already reached the Mahayana. I am ascending or sitting down. Good things and bad things are imminent. One day, I am sure to leave..."
Yunhua Yuanjun immediately flattered: "Yuanjun Hongfu, Taoism is perfect, and he will definitely ascend to heaven."
Jinmu Yuanjun raised his hand to interrupt her, "What kind of karma can a monk get? That is the fate determined by heaven. How can we say anything unreasonable?"
"It's just that if I leave, and Ah Huan has such a temper, you will definitely be the one to take the lead." She sighed, "You are my direct disciple, and you grew up with Ah Huan. , she will still rely on you in the future."
Yunhua Yuanjun's heart skipped a beat and he just said "dare not".
"The great responsibility has been placed on your shoulders, and the next step is, what are you saying that you don't dare?" Jinmu Yuanjun raised her eyes. There were thin lines at the corners of her eyes, and her expression was carefree. When you look at her casually, you feel endless oppression. The first time you look at her, you feel that you are looking down on her for no reason, and you can't help but be that obedient child.
"……yes."
"That's great." Golden Mother Yuan Junfu moved her eyes away and played with her eighteen sons again, "Then you know what to do next?"
Yunhua Yuanjun lowered his eyelashes, "Yes, our secret line has contacted Qiong Sang's general, and the formation drawings of the Shanyang Pass Protection Formation will appear in Qiong Sang's main account tomorrow. Qiong Sang promised All the offers have been accepted, and the fragments of the Haiguo scroll have been obtained, and the former site of Jinglian City is indeed marked on it."
"That thing is just dispensable. Even if the legend is true, what else can be left in a city that has been destroyed for hundreds of thousands of years? It is just a cover, otherwise the shallow-sighted little Zuer Bang is suspicious again." Jinmu Yuanjun didn't care much, "But Shanyang Pass may not necessarily be able to bring down Hengwu and Jianfeng... In this way, you can find another reason to include the defense plans of the four counties of Zhaowu. 'Leak' out."
"The four counties of Zhaowu... further to the west is Kunlun!" Yunhua Yuanjun said in panic.
"Yes, further to the west is Kunlun. Should we save Hengwu?" Jinmu Yuanjun smiled faintly.
"But after destroying the tigers and leopards, the jackals are attracted. How should Qiong Sang deal with it..."
"Why pack it up?" Jinmu Yuanjun waved his hand, "Is it possible that a country as big as a fingernail can really swallow up such a huge Junzhou? They are just a group of bandits who have nothing to eat. If you give them enough gold and silver, they will naturally return to their hometown. Then just give them two spiritual veins."
She said meaningfully, "Compared to the bandits outside, those who are fighting with each other to replace you should be killed first."
"Yuanjun, think twice, the risk of doing this is too great!" Yunhua Yuanjun is not an indecisive person, but this time she secretly hopes that she can hold back. But Jinmu Yuanjun’s previous words were still ringing in her ears, and she finally said with difficulty, "At least, at least we should be prepared to guard against their back-up moves..."
"Backup? Of course we have it." Jinmu Yuanjun glanced at her.
"Dare to ask..."
"Speaking of which," Jinmu Yuanjun suddenly changed the topic. She seemed to say casually, "Isn't the little girl from Zhuzhou working under you now? How is she doing recently?"
The turning point was caught off guard. Yunhua Yuanjun was unable to react for a moment. He was stunned for a few breaths before he regained his thoughts: "She is still in the Southern Jin Dynasty. There was a case of demon-contaminated objects attacking the city before, and they are investigating it."
"How's the check going?"
"Almost." It is said that the entire rebel organization has been taken down, a double-winged monster has been cleared, and half a bottle of toxin has been seized, leaving only the last mastermind behind.
But Yunhua Yuanjun thought that Kunlun had no intention of spending time on this. In extraordinary times, mosquito legs are still meat even when they are small. Even if they are some unknown Nascent Soul stage officials, she still feels that it is inappropriate to stay outside, so she arbitrarily announces the closure of the case, scribbles about rewards for merit, and imposes fines on people. With a title that was more honorable than actual, he wanted to call them all back.
Ziguang agreed obediently, but tactfully put forward two conditions: First, she felt guilty for failing to find out the mastermind and was willing to give up her earnings. It's just that the selectors who assist in handling the case are working hard, and I hope to give them another level up.
Secondly, she was accidentally injured in a fight with the former leader of the Southern Jin Dynasty, Shang Qin Zhenren, and needed a long period of adjustment. She might no longer be qualified for the position of Zuo Shilang of Si Ji Hall, so she took the initiative to resign, hoping to return to Tianbao Pavilion. Retreat for healing.
Yunhua Yuanjun didn't know whether he should agree or not. He originally thought of leaving it to Jinmu Yuanjun to decide, but she did not continue to ask further, as if it was just a casual mention in casual conversation.
With her next words, she turned around again, "Is that girl's soul lantern still in Tongchen Hall?"
"……indeed."
"That's a bit difficult to handle. After all, we are the direct descendants of the sect. If we act arbitrarily, it would be unreasonable." She put the eighteen pieces on her plump wrist, and the beads clicked crisply, making a "clatter" sound. She made the final decision, "So if your Majesty really comes to this world, then Qiong Sang will naturally destroy the country under your Majesty's Kaitian Sword Intent. Isn't this a back-up move?"
"Oh, of course..." When Yunhua Yuanjun stopped talking, she said leisurely: "If you can still be his god in the sky, then the same will happen to you as an apprentice."
"The trend in Zhuzhou is really changing every year," she said with emotion. "More than a hundred years ago, they spent all their money to make their little princess enjoy supreme honor. More than a hundred years later, a soul lamp was exchanged for a poor mulberry The Lord will save his life."
Naturally, she had heard about the chaos in Zhuzhou that ignored human ethics. These ridiculous requests sounded like child's play, but they were worth it to her.
She smiled and tilted her head, "In the political affairs hall's decision, the minority obeys the majority, and the attitude must be expressed. Zhongshan Zhenjun, what do you think?"
The male cultivator sitting in the shadow seemed to wake up temporarily from the old monk's trance.
"Yinghuo guards the heart, the main soldier." He said a few words with unclear meaning, then closed his eyes again, "The sky is like this, just follow the destiny."
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