After a fierce battle all night, the valley fell into silence. The distant horizon showed the glimmer of dawn.
Qingxin, who had dealt a fatal blow to Tianfeng Laodao's crotch, had fallen into a coma in Tianfeng Laodao's arms due to excessive nerve stimulation. The little white fox on the side also sneaked over, resting its little head on Huan Xin's body, looking at this delicate-looking child with concern.
A bird song pierced the silent sky, and the sky in the distance revealed a piece of fish belly white.
Jin Ao and Tianfeng Laodao, who were almost both defeated and injured, were awkwardly adjusting their breaths on the spot. If it weren't for Jin Ao's successful sneak attack just now, Jin Ao would definitely not be Tianfeng Laodao's opponent in the face-to-face contest. The fatal blow that Huan Xin blocked just now also caused Jin Ao to suffer backlash. Not only was his Taoism damaged, but he almost died. The power that shocked the world and made people cry ghosts and gods made Jin Ao feel desperate.
He couldn't help but think of the person who saved him from water and fire thousands of years ago and gave him a good fortune. That was his benefactor, the man who once single-handedly fought against the peerless demon king in the Fengxiang Mansion. And who is this boy in front of me? Why does he have his power?
Jin Ao looked at the old Taoist Tianfeng who was not far away in confusion, and asked doubtfully: "Is it him?"
Master Tianfeng sighed: "Not entirely!"
"Not entirely, how do you mean it?" Jin Ao was even more confused.
Old Taoist Tianfeng was also a little confused at this time. He was afraid that only his own senior brother and junior brother knew about the situation of Huxin. However, listening to Jin Ao's meaning, he seemed to know a thing or two about it, so he couldn't help but ask: "Have you ever Did you know him?"
With a melancholy look on his face, Jin Ao looked up at the dawning sky in the distance with a look of despair, and the scenes from a thousand years ago reappeared in front of his eyes.
Thousands of years ago, it was the beginning of the Northern Song Dynasty. At that time, Jin Ao was still a little Jin Mang at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, who had just practiced the destiny of heaven and earth for a hundred years. At this time, Jin Ao was still a little goblin who was just starting out. Compared with the legendary Bai Suzhen at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, it is not worth mentioning. One day, when Jin Ao went out to look for food, he met a black tiger spirit who had become a climate. Jin Ao was naturally no match. Just when Jin Ao had nowhere to escape and was about to die, a young man in white robes fell from the sky. This young man was carrying a long sword and was elegant and talented. He only used three moves to repel the frightening black man. Tiger. This also saved the young Jin Ao. The boy in white took care of the scarred little Jin Mang. He thought it was not easy for him to practice, so he took him with him and took good care of him.
Three years later, little Jin Mang followed the boy in white and traveled around, meeting ghosts and subduing ghosts, and meeting demons and subduing demons. He was also carefully guided by the young man, and his skills improved by leaps and bounds. The young man behind him had access to the Xuanguang Tianling, and after only a hundred years of Taoism, he had indeed been sealed. Jin Ao was also very grateful in his heart and treated the young man as his master.
But the good times did not last long. Three years later, the boy brought White Snake to the then Fengxiang Mansion. At this time, something happened that changed the fate of the boy and White Snake.
After sighing with emotion, Tianfeng also roughly understood that Jin Ao was the ancestor of our sect, the little golden snake in the portrait of the ancestor thousands of years ago, but what he didn't understand was why Jin Ao became so murderous in the future that he became a... A harmful pest?
Then he asked: "Since you met him, how did you become so cruel and bring harm to the world in the future?"
Jin Ao let out a long sigh and said slowly: "Back then, my benefactor was the one who led me to the right path. I also upheld my benefactor's ambition, punished evil and promoted good, and never did anything harmful to God. But in the late Ming Dynasty, At this time, the world was in chaos, and I also escaped into the mountains and ignored the secular world, thinking only about cultivation. But on the mountain where I lived, a person came that day."
Old Taoist Tianfeng seemed to have remembered something, interrupted Jin Ao and asked: "That black-clothed monk of yours?"
The first ray of sunshine in the morning slowly shone on Jin Ao's face. Jin Ao revealed a bitter expression and fell deeply into the memories: "You fought with him. You were in the limelight back then, even though it was just a fight. A hundred moves, with the person you were back then, do you think you could beat him?"
Tianfeng frowned and said, "Yes, although I always had the upper hand in the fight back then, I felt that the other party was not interested in fighting. He was just trying to contain me and create opportunities for you to escape."
Immediately afterwards, Tianfeng looked at Jin Ao slowly and asked in a low voice: "At this time, my skill is definitely not inferior to mine. Who is the reason?"
Jin Ao stared at Tianfeng with deep eyes, sighed and said slowly: "Yao Guangxiao."
ah?
As soon as the name came out, Master Tianfeng's expression was also very complicated. First he was surprised, and then he was stunned, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Yao Guangxiao, the first national preceptor of Emperor Yongle of the Ming Dynasty, was named Daoyan and was known as the "Prime Minister in Black". At that time, he met Zhu Di, the king of Yan, as a "submissive to the king with a white hat". Later, he helped Zhu Di ascend to power and also planned the "Battle of Jingnan". After Zhu Di successfully came to power, he retreated behind the scenes. Another little-known thing is that he single-handedly planned the layout of the capital.
Although he considers himself a Confucian monk, he is also proficient in Feng Shui, counselors, medicine, and divination. He is also a powerful person who is unique among all people in this world. In the future, there were different opinions on the cause of his death. Some said that he died of illness, while others said that his whereabouts were unknown. Some even said that he walked to the west step by step. In short, the history has been settled. Only one person.
Tianfeng sighed and said with some confusion: "What is going on?"
I saw Jin Ao stood up from the ground with difficulty, took a deep breath, the heartbreaking pain in his chest made him look miserable, and then said: "In front of hundreds of people, probably in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, I was in Lingnan Cultivation in a deep mountain has reached a bottleneck at this time. You also know how difficult it is for us monsters to practice just by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and moon. It can be said that it is difficult to practice without eating people or absorbing human essence. . But I could still stick to my heart at that time. One day I met a monk in black. The depth of this man’s Taoism also made me jealous, but he did not hurt me, but saw the strength of my cultivation. question, and then he gave me a set of cultivation methods."
"Since practicing this method, my strength has indeed improved a lot, and I quickly broke through the bottleneck. However, the hostility in my body seems to have gradually increased a lot, and my mind has gradually become violent and bloodthirsty. I When I was calm, I realized that something was wrong, so I searched everywhere in Lingnan. After searching for several days, I found this black monk. Only then did I know that he was Yao Guangxiao, the once unparalleled prime minister in black in the early Ming Dynasty." Jin Ao Then he said.
Tianfeng and the fox demon couple beside him were also quietly listening to this giant python that had matured for thousands of years in this early morning, slowly telling about the past hundreds of years ago. Time flies so fast, and the past events are still vivid in their minds.
