It was windy and rainy, and Cangshan Mountain was far away at dusk. The farther north we went, the more desolate the scenery became, and it was difficult to see smoke from cooking fires for hundreds of miles.
That thin figure was walking alone on the wasteland with withered grass. It was only October, and the wind and rain in the north were already bone-chilling. The teenage boy was wearing a huge, ill-fitting raincoat, and it was very difficult to walk in the mud.
The dry food had been eaten two days ago. At this time of year, in such an environment, it was difficult to hunt prey, and even couldn't find a sheltered cave to light a fire to keep warm.
Hungry and cold, he gradually lost strength, fell several times, and finally could not get up again.
His consciousness gradually faded, and the boy was too weak to open his eyes. The sound of wind and rain in his ears gradually faded away. He did not want to accept his fate, let alone die.
But it seems like I really can’t stand it this time...
There seemed to be a vague sound of fast wind breaking through the rain curtain, the grass was low, and he remembered something jumping down in his ears, but the muddy water never splashed on his face.
A warm touch suddenly came to his cold, almost numb skin. Suddenly, it seemed as if someone had turned him up, pinched his cheeks on both sides, and forced him to open his mouth.
The animal-like sense of crisis he had developed since childhood made him struggle instinctively, but the force of what the other party put into his mouth was also unquestionable. Warmth flowed down his throat and into his stomach, and soon, a strange and abundant power flowed into his limbs.
Like the warm sun and wind, like the dead wood in spring.
When he opened his eyes again, he was still drowsy and scared. The cunning and calculations that had been in his mind day and night had not had time to wake up at the same time, and the long-standing instinctive hostility towards strangers had not had time to arm his heart.
So the bright young man caught his eye inexplicably.
Although at that time, he didn't know what this glance meant.
"This Bigu Pill is enough for an ordinary person to last for three days. Have you seen the highest mountain peak in the northwest? Keep walking in that direction, and you will find the village after two hundred miles."
"But you'd better get a night's rest first."
Before he could respond, the young man stood up slowly.
"Qingshuang——"
A long sword made of frost and snow fell from the sky like a stream of light. He jumped on the sword lightly, cut through the rain curtain with one sword and chased the last ray of light in the sky.
The boy discovered that the rain had not stopped yet.
But within a ten-foot radius around him, the wind and rain seemed to be blocked by a transparent cover. The wet clothes had been dried at some point, and the warm temperature was returning to his skin.
A pill to keep you fed, a small magic weapon to protect you from the wind and rain, these are the kind gifts given casually by a monk to the embarrassment mortals you meet on the road. He didn't have any selfish intentions, and he didn't even leave his name.
If nothing unexpected happened, this should have been an encounter that would last forever in the lives of two people.
Mo Ci raised his hand and waved, and the fragments of images captured from his memories stayed on this rainy wasteland with a single figure sitting alone.
But in fact, it is damp, cold, and dark. This small cage is buried deep in an underground cave more than ten meters deep. It is isolated from spiritual consciousness and will not be disturbed by anyone.
"I heard that monks have a very good memory, especially their life experiences after introducing Qi into their bodies. They never detail everything."
He pinched the chin of the prisoner who was firmly tied by the immortal rope, and forced the man to raise his head. Even though the pipa bone was penetrated and the dantian was imprisoned, the face that had lost all blood was still as bright as jade, just like in the Wanhua Mirror. of the past.
"So, you must remember me."
Feng Yuji didn't even spare a glance and handed it to Mo Ci, even though the two of them were so close that even the tips of each other's noses were almost touching. His indifferent eyes fell on the shadow in the Wanhua Mirror. The thin boy was frozen in a daze in the desert night rain, and he took it back lightly.
"Yes, I always remember you."
Unexpectedly, the imprisoned man said this.
Mo Ci was startled, his sultry and evil eyes revealed a bit of joyful enthusiasm, and paired with his already childish facial features, it was like a child's excitement.
"I still remember more things - the coir raincoat you were wearing obviously didn't fit the clothes you were wearing; when I turned you over, a woman's gold jewelry was exposed from the seam of your clothes, and there was still hanging on your belt. A sharpened dagger; there is coagulated blood on the gaps between your fingernails and on your clothes, but there are no wounds on your body, which means these bloodstains do not come from you..."
"I was young at the time, and I didn't have time to think too much at a glance. But a few days later, I heard that in a village on the border with the northern border, seven members of a rich peasant family died overnight, and a thirteen-year-old boy they adopted a month ago The year-old beggar has disappeared."
Feng Yuji closed his eyes, "The details of when I met you soon matched up. A child with a delicate face, a frail figure, and a seemingly harmless child was walking alone in the rain at night in a deserted wilderness... I rushed to the village at the foot of Beihuang Peak, where another murder occurred. A 15-year-old deaf-mute girl was wiped on the neck with a dagger by a boy who picked her up while collecting medicine. The only piece of stone that was later enshrined in her ancestral hall was The spiritual stone disappeared."
"I showed you the way, which indirectly led to this murder, and the prisoner is still at large. How could I not remember it?
Kunlun at that time was the beginning of the Luochuan era. The laws that strictly prohibited monks from interfering in the civil affairs and military matters of various countries in Junzhou were implemented efficiently, and the time limit for each Kunlun disciple to go out was strictly controlled, which was almost unreasonable. He was full of youthful spirit, angry at the tragedy between the farmer and the snake, and annoyed that he had missed the murderer. Regardless of his use of magic to track down the whereabouts of the demon boy, his various actions were soon monitored by the construction hall's Skynet.
He was tied up with the immortal rope and escorted back to Kunlun. The academy recorded a major demerit and suspended his training resource allocation for ten years. Without Shuangyue City's secret support during those years, he probably wouldn't have been able to advance to the Golden Core stage.
Later, the Xin You Revolution began. He failed to advance to Nascent Soul and meet the "graduation standard" by one step, so the college system was changed back to the teacher system. The situation was chaotic, and the surviving senior officials of Kunlun were busy recruiting high-quality disciples, but no one wanted to recruit an "undergraduate student". In the end, he was able to stay in the Sixth Hall as a small Cao Guan, and he was considered lucky. .
He had heard many compliments before, "That student named Feng Qing has high qualifications, good understanding, and a bright future."
Later, he also heard many lamentations, "What a pity, what a pity... bad luck."
How did his life lead to where he is today step by step? It's probably like the game that students used to play in the past. Arrange the wooden signs in a row at a certain distance. If you knock down the first one, the following wooden signs will fall over one after another, and it will be a mess...
That unexpected encounter three hundred years ago was the first wooden sign to fall. What a startling glimpse, a startling sight? It's just a selfish delusion of a twisted young murderer.
"I'm very curious. There were so many people who showed kindness to you, but why do you only hold a grudge against me?"
But he killed other kind-hearted people without any humanity.
Mo Ci seemed to really think about it, but in the end he tilted his head and said, "Who knows?"
"Then let me change the question." Even as a prisoner, Feng Yuji remained calm, "If I obey you and do everything according to your wishes, will you let me go free?"
Mo Ci smiled sweetly and sincerely, "Of course not!"
He held Feng Yuji's chin and shook it from side to side, "It doesn't matter. If you have any questions, you can continue to ask me. I am very patient today."
"You imprisoned me without killing or interrogating me. Why?" Feng Yuji asked calmly.
Mo Ci pressed Feng Yuji's ear, "Because... I want you."
Faced with such ambiguous words and gestures, Feng Yuji sneered, "Does the Kunlun Northern Branch also want me?"
Mo Ci didn't seem to care that he had discovered their identities, and still smiled heartlessly, "Ah, it seems you know those people on the ground?"
There was no acquaintance, otherwise they wouldn't have dared to come forward in person and come to arrest him openly. But before he "defected" from the military, he had already begun to suspect the inside.
His former colleagues discovered something fishy in the communication formation, and went on a mission to the Southern Jin Dynasty to witness with their own eyes the collusion between the Kunlun branch and the inner sect... He had been prepared for it for a long time, and relying on the convenience of his former position as chieftain in Yuhu, he recreated all the secrets in Junzhou. The identities and faces of the Kunlun branch members.
——The late-stage god-transformation person who used his spiritual power and spiritual consciousness to capture him as soon as he met him was none other than Song Qizhen, the head of the Kunlun North Branch!
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Song Qizhen violently kicked the dead bones scattered on the ground. Those skeletons with bronze luster collapsed one after another. Many skulls with protruding faces and intertwined fangs broke off from the cervical vertebrae and hit the damp ground. Above, the bells jingled like metal. The humerus, patella, and tibia are even weirder, at least twice as long as ordinary human legs and arms. The toe bones are curved like bird claws, and the nails are as sharp as blades, still glowing with a cold sheen.
Such strange bones are piled up like mountains in the huge cave, like a monster cemetery.
"I have been neglected here for three hundred years, guarding just this group of monsters!"
After these days, Song Qizhen still sometimes feels that half of his life has been extremely absurd.
He is the only branch leader in Kunlun who comes from the inner sect. He started in Kunlun in the 993rd year of the New Calendar. He has a single spiritual root of the mutant thunder system. He gave birth to a baby at the age of 170. He transformed into a god at the age of 300. He was trained by the Xuanhuang Shangqingjun. To personally commend them, they are considered to be the top group of students even in the history of Kunlun's thousand-year college system.
But why did we end up here——
It’s funny to say that three hundred years after Emperor Xuan’s ascension, there was a bloody storm in Kunlun, but he was never involved in any political storm, was not framed, or was demoted. He was unwilling and decadently convinced that this was all his own fault.
Luo Chuan came to power and called on Kunlun disciples to sacrifice themselves for others and become every piece of Junzhou's great goal of conquering Jiuzhou. The northern border bordering the desolate Xuanzhou is neither a strategic location nor a hidden spiritual mine. There is only an isolated Shuangyue City in a thousand-mile radius. However, Kunlun tradition always has monks above the god transformation stage taking turns to garrison it. When the new ruler came to power, a dozen qualified inner monks came to compete for this spot. At that time, he, who was equally fanatical, was the final winner, so he began a lonely and meaningless watch.
However, at the end of his century-old term, he did not receive a recall order from Kunlun.
This is of course, the Xinyou Incident was settled more than ten years ago, and the era of everyone's fanaticism is gone forever. Everyone has begun to learn how to be self-interested. Which great master in the divine transformation stage is willing to waste his precious cultivation time to go to the border to blow the cold wind for a hundred years?
Without a passionate victim, he stayed in this place that seemed to be forgotten by the world for another two hundred years. Resources are scarce, and the character of the mind is becoming increasingly unstable, and the cultivation has stagnated, stuck in the stage of spiritual transformation, and is unable to continue.
What did he offer? How does the burial of a top genius in Kunlun and his sacrifice have anything to do with Junzhou's great goal of conquering the nine states?
It's meaningless, it's all in vain...
Now, Song Qizhen can no longer understand what he was thinking in his mind back then. In other words, during the decades under Luo Chuan's rule, what were all the people in Kunlun thinking?
But he thought it was clear to everyone now that what everyone was striving for was status, power, and the road to eternal life.
What's wrong with him planning for his own future?
So when the now powerful elder contacted him privately and said, "I want to find something in Twin Moon City." Song Qizhen understood that this opportunity to change his current embarrassment had finally come.
At first, no one thought about massacre. The elder didn't know where she got some information. She seemed to be very convinced that the legendary Yellow Emperor Mysterious Pearl in Shuangyue City actually existed. Her request at the beginning was only to obtain this treasure.
Mengyuan was seriously ill, and Shuangyue City asked Kunlun for help. It was normal for the Northern Branch to enter the city in the name of Zhengshitang to investigate the city lord's condition. Of course, Meng Yuan's weird illness was incurable, but using treatment as an excuse to treat the collapse of the Lingtai The monks in the middle stage of transformation used "glimpses" and "past events" to quietly dig out the biggest secret of Shuangyue City. It was an efficient plan that went straight to the point.
But the vigilance of the mother and daughter of the Meng family was beyond imagination. They just used magic to trigger the early warning formation in the city lord's palace. The eldest lady of the Meng family broke in and issued an eviction order without ceremony with a whip.
"The junior advises the senior not to have any plans for Shuangyue City. The formation barrier in the city lord's palace was left by the head of the noble sect himself. It is enough to suppress any monk below the stage of rebirth!"
The little girl at the Jindan stage who looked like she was only thirteen or fourteen years old had a cold eyebrow, and the aura she erupted actually made him fearful of the Great Perfection of Divine Transformation. And the Meng family's extraordinary vigilance makes people even more suspicious of what secrets Shuangyue City hides.
But just short of this last step, how could Song Qizhen endure this breath? He took action forcefully on the spot. Even if he had the realm to suppress him, he didn't believe that he could really defeat a yellow-haired girl. As long as he could delay it until Meng Yuan revealed the whereabouts of the Yellow Emperor's Mysterious Pearl, he could return to the inner gate of Kunlun and get rid of this damn life that was like exile. situation!
But when the green whip turned into a sharp sword and was placed on his neck, he couldn't believe it.
The first plan failed. Although there was Kunlun behind him after all, Shuangyue City could not completely break up with each other. In the end, Mrs. Meng came forward and just "invited" them all out of the city. And he was defeated at the hands of a child with a yellow mouth. Even with the formation to suppress it, it was enough to make people regretful. After thinking about it, he finally secretly determined that the Huangdi Xuanzhu must be buried in the body of this Miss Mengshi. This is what created her extraordinary talent.
Song Qizhen held his breath and explained the ins and outs to the person in the Political Affairs Hall. The other person generously expressed his understanding and told him to be ready for help.
But he never expected that these so-called "helping hands" would be the scattered disciples of monastic families in Junzhou.
"The Kunlun family has been the only one in the past thousand years. Who doesn't know that Lord Shangqing wants us to slowly decline." The head of the Zhu family, the only one in the seventy-two aristocratic family who is in the divine transformation stage, said with a bitter smile, "We have no choice but to seek refuge. It has only slowly improved over the years because of that lady. Now she has orders, and we dare not disobey them."
Song Qizhen glanced over and saw that in this temporary mixed army, almost every family of the Seventy-Two Aristocratic Family sent out their elites. It turns out that some time ago, a case of fraud in disciple selection was exposed in the Southern Jin Dynasty. Although it was not widely circulated, he had heard about it. Jianfeng was controlled by Lord Hengwu, and the commander of the Kunlun Silver Armor Army was Lord Taizhen. Although the elder seems to have great power, it is very easy for her to train her own thugs in the inner sect, giving other elders a reason to suppress her.
So over the years, she has used various means to cultivate the monastic family and make them look up to her as their leader.
Just letting these remnants of the Tianshan Snow Age go unchecked, and even allowing them to infiltrate the inner gate, she was really sucking Kunlun's blood.
Song Qizhen thought numbly, these people at the top were behaving like this, so why should he guard that damn foolish loyalty?
The plan given by this motley army composed of aristocratic families was to directly attack Shuangyue City.
Song Qizhen disagreed at first. Firstly, the noise caused by this was too great and would inevitably attract the attention of all parties. Secondly, Shuangyue City's protective barrier was no joke. Even if it could be breached, it would still be a protracted battle. .
But the elder actually agreed to this bandit-like plan.
She brought them a Wanhua Mirror!
"When the construction hall was evacuated, this mirror was not completely destroyed. Over the past few hundred years, the elders have been allocating manpower to restore it. Now the progress has been considered a small success. Breaking a protective barrier is just a trivial matter. Zhuang, no matter what you do, even if you kill everyone in Shuangyue City, in the eyes of the world, it will still be intact, standing on the northern border as if it were exactly the same."
The Wanhua Mirror arrived secretly, said the "technical person in charge" of a modern church.
"Is this the Hou Earth Mirror? The Immortality Mirror? Or the Shang Palace Mirror?" Song Qizhen frowned, "I've never heard that the Wanhua Mirror has such effects!"
"This is something new in the Luochuan era. They kept it secret back then." The other party smiled secretly, "It has many wonderful features."
So the second plan was launched vigorously, and the city protection barrier was easily broken, along with the formation combination in the city lord's palace that made him hate it with all his teeth.
The only registered monks in Shuangyue City are the City Lord's Mansion. Meng Yuan is unconscious. Generally speaking, what they have to deal with are two women who have not yet reached the Nascent Soul stage and a bunch of low-level servants in the mansion.
But once again, I never expected that the so-called "ordinary residents" in Shuangyue City would actually be monsters that deform when stimulated! They have metallic scales growing on their bodies, which are indestructible and can block most spell attacks. Many of them have special abilities like fire attack and thunder, and can even stretch out their wings to fly into the sky. Once it goes crazy and transforms, it is simply the nemesis of most monks.
It’s also a credit to these monsters that they have basically no sense and only rely on instinct to attack and even kill each other. Otherwise, it’s not certain who will win and who will lose.
The northern branch and the aristocratic family had been unable to attack for a long time, and were feeling gloomy and gloomy. They didn't know whether to ask the elders for help again, but the legitimate son of the Chishui Feng clan secretly recommended someone to Song Qizhen.
"His name is Mo Ci. Although he is the leader of a scattered monk organization, he has the ability to control the monsters in Shuangyue City!"
This late-stage Jindan monk named Mo Ci lazily said: "This is a monster made from toxins from the toxins of the mausoleum. It is the method of the devil. You high-ranking Kunlun monks may not understand it, but we low-level people know it all too well."
The Feng family's direct son advised him: "If we fail again and again, I'm afraid it will arouse the dissatisfaction of the elder. After all, she even brought the Wanhua Mirror to us. As long as we have some ideas, we can do it. Let’s give it a try first.”
Then let this Mo Ci give it a try, or at worst, silence him afterwards.
Mo Ci's "devil's method" actually worked. I saw him taking out many black and colorful balls from the Qiankun bag, throwing half of them into the water source, and setting up a fire to roast the rest. The choking dust and smoke were rushed to both sides by the strong wind caused by the spell. In the moon city.
Those ferocious mutated residents of Shuangyue City slowly became sluggish, falling to the ground one after another, their scales falling off one after another, and blisters that seemed to have been burned by fire began to appear on the exposed skin, and then even the skin fell off, dripping with blood. Rolling all over the ground, flames burst out of his body and burned into bronze skeletons.
Although Song Qizhen, a former top student in Kunlun, watched the whole process, he still couldn't understand what the principle was. He even secretly collected a small black ball and smashed it with great effort, but it turned out to be hollow inside. The outermost shell was analyzed and found to be refined graphite, with no idea of its use.
This siege and suppression, which should have been a headache, ended in a bloodless outcome. Only Mrs. Meng and Miss Meng fought stubbornly, and Mo Ci took out Mrs. Meng's heart ruthlessly. Miss Meng, who was suspected to be carrying the Yellow Emperor's Mysterious Pearl, mutated several times, and she was able to kill hundreds of people by herself. The high-level monk finally exhausted his strength and disappeared.
Song Qizhen summoned Mo Ci and pretended to ask him what reward he needed in order to test his true purpose.
Mo Ci smiled casually, "The reward has been promised to me by the Feng family, so I don't need to bother Immortal Kunlun."
The Feng family's direct son beside him smiled and whispered to him, "This man is Long Yang. He has been obsessed with my cousin for some time. This is the reward he wants."
Song Qizhen didn't know whether it was true or not, but he was choked by this reason and didn't know what to say. Of course, he didn't know who the other party's cousin was. For a long time, he could only shake his sleeves.
"What your family does is really amazing."
Just three days after this secret conversation took place, the "cousin" threw himself into the trap. Song Qizhen never thought that he was actually an inner disciple of Kunlun, and that he had already married Shuang Yuecheng on behalf of the Feng family.
But looking at her appearance, she is indeed a rare beauty.
"Then I'll take him away!" Mo Ci smiled with contentment on his face.
Song Qizhen thought about it secretly and stopped him. They originally wanted to use the unconscious Meng Yuan to lure out the missing Miss Meng, but when they rushed into the city lord's mansion, what they saw was a pool of blood on the master bedroom, and the person lying there had long been unknown. trace.
Now, here comes a new bait.
Why come to Shuangmoon City at this juncture? I'm afraid his little fiancée used some method to contact him secretly. Fortunately, there was no trouble at the inner gate, which meant that the matter in Shuangyue City was fairly well covered up.
He was half persuading and half threatening, no matter what, he had to keep the person for the time being. Tell him that as long as the Yellow Emperor Xuan Pearl is obtained, Feng Qing will naturally let him handle it. As for the soul lamp left in Kunlun, he, Song Qizhen, will help deal with it.
Mo Ci seemed reluctant at all costs, but finally agreed.
However, Feng Qing was not a rabbit that hit a tree, but brought another big trouble. He attracted the people from the Kunlun Military Headquarters!
At present, the Wanhua Mirror has collapsed inexplicably, and the "technical person in charge" of the construction hall is still busy repairing it. Nowadays, the fierce battle over the city lord's mansion is extremely fierce, but the situation is not optimistic. He didn't want to show up unless he had to. The stubborn Chi Ming was in the same class as him, and he had hoped that this small interlude in time travel would remain hidden in his life for the rest of his life.
He knew that there was no such thing as pie in the sky! Now as long as a little bit of news leaks out, the higher-ups will have no time to take care of themselves and will definitely push him out and use him as cannon fodder. He wanted to break through the realm, but he didn't want to die!
At this time, the jade slip on his waist flashed.
The elder came personally with the news!
Song Qizhen cheered up and browsed ten lines at a glance.
Then, the flesh on both sides of the cheeks couldn't help but tremble a little.
Finally he stabilized, opened the communication, and connected to the technical person in charge of Wanhua Mirror.
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