Fourteen hundred years ago, the northern border of Junzhou.
The city lord of Shuangyue City, who has become famous recently, openly revealed his intention to side with Kunlun, which aroused the attention of all parties in a short period of time. In Junzhou, where sects and aristocratic families are numerous and divided among themselves, although Kunlun holds the title of "Eternal Yuanliu", after the inheritance has been interrupted several times, it is only an empty shell. Even though they now have a talented young man who is famous in Junzhou as their leader, when it comes to their background, it is still pitiful. In the troubled times at that time, no one really thought highly of this small sect that put new wine in old bottles.
Including Lian Chao, the head of Kunlun who had just been promoted to the stage of becoming a god at that time, was surprised. At that time, Kunlun was very poor, no one wanted money, and there was no money. There was no style. There was a meeting at the door to discuss how Kunlun should present his first meeting with foreign guests so as not to ruin Kunlun's long-lasting reputation. He looked around at the three or two kittens present, waved his hand wordlessly, and decided to attend the meeting alone.
If he goes alone, he can at least pretend to use up his celebrity status. Once you take them with you, this shabby family background will probably be exposed.
So he was dressed in short brown clothes and was about to go out with a newly made long knife on his shoulder. He was stopped by his mother-like junior brother Ming Yu with a headache. After some persuasion, he persuaded him to change into a formal robe that didn't look like he was visiting the gym. Clothes. Lian Chao reluctantly put on the custom-made dark flower gauze Xuanduan from Yunjinmen that he had looted when he selected the six major sects layer by layer. He had already put the popularization of elastic bands and zippers on the agenda of Kunlun construction. In order not to wear everything he had in vain, he made full use of the characteristics of the wide robe and large sleeves, and his body was fully prepared with magic weapons that he had independently developed or snatched from various secret mirrors.
However, I flew thousands of miles against the wind and arrived at the other side of the country, but I only saw the so-called Meng Mansion, which was only three rooms wide with black tiles and yellow walls. The frost level was even worse than that of Kunlun. The boy who was picked up opened the curtain and invited him in. A bearded man with green eyes was sitting cross-legged on the Kang stove, cooking mutton soup. The charcoal fire crackled at the bottom of the stove, and the rich aroma of meat mixed with spices came to his nostrils. The city lord diligently added a large bowl for him. There was a lot of mutton in the bowl rising in the milky white soup, and minced coriander was sprinkled on top. Then add sesame oil, the real smell of human fireworks.
At that time, most monks would have completely gone without food before the golden elixir stage at the latest, and all foods that did not contain spiritual energy were considered unclean in their eyes. Some aristocratic sects that pride themselves on being top-notch are even so sick that they force their disciples to go on a hunger strike during their Qi training period, and they are proud of it.
The outside world has speculated that the Meng clan in Shuangyue City is a mysterious remnant of the ancient gods. It is rumored that after they fused with the Yellow Emperor's Mysterious Pearl, they have become the same substance as water veins. They can cause clouds and rain with every breath and breath. In short, they have escaped the normal human need to eat, drink and relieve Low level category. But in fact, he has been living among ordinary people in the city for a long time, and rarely interacts with outside monks. Compared with monks, this sturdy man is more like a thick, enthusiastic and simple village old man. He has not carefully studied the cultivation world of Junzhou. According to the custom, a pot of delicious mutton soup is considered by him to be a good thing to entertain guests from far away in winter.
Lian Chao swung his sleeves, which were too large and cumbersome, and felt that he should just wear his original short brown outfit.
He picked up the bowl of hot mutton soup and took a sip from the edge of the bowl without much care. The city lord rubbed his hands and asked him how it tasted.
He couldn't help but say it was okay, just a little spicy.
Spicy oil fried with spices and chili noodles removes the fishy smell and adds fragrance. When mixed into the soup, it is like the strong heat that dispels the icy charcoal in the intestines in winter.
Junzhou's use of spicy seasoning is still at the stage of simply adding dried Sichuan peppercorns. The city lord of Shuangyue City tried the handmade chili oil of the new head of Kunlun for the first time. He was so spicy that he sweated all over his forehead, but he became addicted. As if, he added spoonful after spoonful without giving up.
The pot of soup quickly reached the bottom, and heavy snow was falling outside the window. The bearded city lord fanned his tongue with his hand and said with a laugh: "You kid... is a bit interesting... different from those sanctimonious monks outside..."
Lian Chao took out a homemade tissue paper and wiped his mouth. A small ball of blue and whitish flames appeared in his palm, and he burned the discarded paper ball cleanly. "In just one meal, City Lord, you can Judging one’s character? Just because of a bottle of chili oil?”
The city lord laughed loudly, "It's just that I always have a big heart. I give three cents to the road, three cents to my family, and another three cents to take care of the affairs of the city. Finally, I leave one cent for myself, greedy for food and drink. Desire, this is enough, and there is no other detour left. If you apply yourself to others, I think you are the same as the leader. If there is anything else, I am old and stupid, and I can't think of it."
The words seem to be metaphorical for others, but in fact they are metaphorical for oneself. This seemingly powerful city lord was showing his sincerity in a not-so-subtle way.
Lian crossed his left leg and crossed his right leg, "The city lord is a man of temperament."
The city lord shook his head, "If I had followed my instincts all my life, I wouldn't have the clumsy thorns and dogs I have today, let alone the need to form an alliance with you now."
These words sounded as if they were not so friendly to either the "clumsy thorns and dogs" in his words or the current leader of Kunlun opposite him. But Lian Chao looked at his expression and felt that there was something in his words.
The city lord poured himself a bowl of tea, drank it down as if drinking strong wine, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said:
"There are three thousand loads of high-grade spiritual stones in Meng's private treasury. I can take them all out and use them as military pay. However, Shuangyue City itself cannot be involved in this war. I am the only one who will temporarily join Kunlun in my personal capacity. During the war, just do whatever you want. Once I leave the northern border, the city protection barrier will be opened and the whole city will be sealed off."
Kunlun is full of waste and waiting for improvement. It is the time to recruit people. A monk who can leapfrog and kill two monks in the transformation stage is a strong candidate that is hard to refuse.
Lian Chao sat up calmly, "An alliance always requires the exchange of chips between the two parties. What does the city lord hope to get from Kunlun?"
"Shelter." The city owner put his hands on his forehead and breathed out a rough breath, "I hope that Kunlun can become the new city protection barrier of Shuangyue City after the city protection barrier dissipates, so that this city will not be in chaos. ...and don’t change.”
"I hope Twin Moon City will maintain its status quo forever!"
Lian Chao looked at the city lord's green pupils with an uncontrollable tiredness. As a leader of a sect obsessed with destroying the old and establishing the new, if the wheel of history is destined to roll forward, he will only find ways to chase and jump on to guide the direction of progress, instead of building high walls of resistance and desperately and naively trying to Stop it.
Therefore, he could not hold back and said, "There is no absolute stillness, and remaining unchanged will only bring about depression and collapse."
As far as he knew, Shuangyue City refused all outsiders to move in, and did not allow any people in the city to leave this desolate and cold border town. Except for the Meng clan, everyone else in the city is ordinary people, and even the Meng clan, as the ruler, has a pitiful population, and has even been passed down alone for several generations. In the Junzhou monastic family, it is simply considered weak. . Since the beginning of records, the city base of Shuangyue City has never expanded, and the population has rarely increased. This can only mean that for thousands of years, the birth rate and death rate of urban residents here have been incredibly stable at basically the same rate. superior.
Every generation of Shuangyue City City Lord has two sides. On the one hand, he is a good old man who is gentle and indifferent on weekdays and has no interest in power disputes. At critical moments, he is the guardian who turns the tide and saves the people in the city from danger. The other side is always ignored by others. That is their patriarchal tyranny over the city.
The city lord smiled bitterly, and the gloom in his eyes deepened, "Twin Moon City was created for destruction. Standing still is not to seek new life, but to delay the pace of doomed death."
At that time, Lian Chao was probably just like Rong Tong who met him every time later, speechless. These words seem to be excerpted from some ancient prophecy that is not easy to talk about. It is covered in clouds and mist, and is dedicated to making people confused.
So he could only choose to change the topic to a more practical topic, "Then how can the city lord believe that Kunlun has such ability? In troubled times, with all the heroes standing together, maybe we may not be able to survive this war..."
"No!" The city lord interrupted him categorically, "You will be the final winner of this war!"
"You will become the new rulers of this continent, and you will be the first person to cultivate the world in the future!"
Lian Chaoxin said, maybe your interest is not cooking, but bringing a prophet, right? This prophecy like Long Aotian's made me feel sick to my stomach.
"You may not believe this from me." The city lord sighed, "But I am just a humble messenger."
"Oh?" Lian Chao was a little interested. It seemed that there was a big guy behind him. "Then who is that 'great', 'noble' or something else?"
The city lord gave him a meaningful look and stood up, leaning on the table, "Let's go, I'll take you to see him."
"When you meet him, you will naturally believe in all his will."
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Even today I will never forget that dazzling afternoon.
The snow-capped peaks in the mountains are vast, and thick clouds are often lingering on the mountainside. Only when you break through the lingering clouds and mists can you see the snow-covered cone-shaped peaks standing alone under the blue sky. In the dawn light, the snow seemed to be dyed red, and it was so majestic that it was about to burn.
As Yujian approached, he felt how insignificant he was, like two small black dots slowly moving around the bright red. As he moved, he suddenly ran into a faint blue that cut across the mountain wall.
At that moment, Lian Chao suddenly felt slightly uncomfortable. It's hard to describe. It has to be metaphorized. It's like intermittent episodes of obsessive-compulsive disorder. He can't appreciate the power and magnificence of the sealed lake. He just feels that this huge and narrow piece of blue is extremely eye-catching. The spiritual power in his Dantian is ready to move. Want to erase it.
He was alerted by this, and his mind rehearsed several offensive, defensive, or defensive plans in an instant. At this time, the city lord who was flying in front stopped and pointed to a certain point in the narrowest part of the blue sky in front of him - that should be the position where Nanming Lake is close to the bottom of the lake.
"He's waiting for you inside."
Lian Chao tried to use his spiritual consciousness to explore the way, but as soon as it touched the water body of the lake, it immediately dissipated. Accompanying this is the ever-increasing unfamiliar discomfort.
"Could the city lord want me to enter the lake?" He said, but slowly moved back with his sword. This lake is too mysterious, and people still have the attitude of asking you to enter the urn. It's okay to rush in fearlessly with all your bastard energy, but it's not necessary.
Although Lian Chao traveled across time by chance, he never arrogantly believed that he was the invincible protagonist. After coming to the world of cultivation for so many years, he was able to become stronger when faced with a strong confrontation, but if he really couldn't be stronger, he never hesitated. As long as he survives and wins a victory beautifully, the world will naturally forget about his previous bad behavior.
In the first one hundred and twenty years of time travel, this has always been the truth that the "genius boy" Lian Chao summed up through hard work.
"He is inviting you." The city lord stopped with his sword on one side, folded his hands in front of him, and lowered his head slightly, like a respectful servant.
"To be honest, I have a bit of a phobia of the deep sea..." Lian Chao secretly activated three or four magic weapons on his body, doing two things at once. While paying close attention to the movements in the lake, he also had to guard against the city lord himself who couldn't figure out the depth in front of him. .
A few seconds before the crisis came, he seemed to have a premonition, quickly overturned all previous rehearsals, and was about to transform a long sword out of thin air and enter the battle preparation stage.
"It's not very convenient this time. I'll do it next time..."
But before he could finish his perfunctory excuse, an almost terrifying force suddenly descended.
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Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angel who irrigates [nutrient solution]:
1 bottle of rock grilled cheese;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
