Xiong Zhaoming, who has a broad face and long beard, is leaning on a wooden chair, his eyes clear, and he is just thinking alone. Even the wine bottle on his waist couldn't attract his attention.
Sitting next to him is Lin Chenxuan. A middle-aged man with a plain face, he behaves like a passerby when silent. Only when you speak, you will feel as peaceful and smooth as the wind rushing through the willows.
Lin Chenxuan spoke, like gold rising from gravel, and the worldly atmosphere in his whole body suddenly disappeared. "Master, Junior Brother Xiong has not discovered the "Shan Hai Jing" yet."
Xiong Zhaoming responded with a "hmm" and then asked, "Jiang family, what about now?"
Lin Chenxuan's swords and eyebrows met and they frowned together, "It's very strange and unusual. Although Southern Province is in chaos, it is not out of our control at all. - Even if Junior Brother Xiong doesn't come back, the turmoil caused by the Jiang family will not hinder us. Too long."
Xiong Zhaoming took a slight breath and let out a long breath, "If that kid doesn't come back, old man, I'm going to use a kettle rope to bring him back."
Lin Chenxuan didn't realize at all that what his master said was a cold joke, but he said seriously, "Master doesn't need to take action. If junior brother doesn't come back, even if I go there myself..."
Xiong Zhaoming waved his hand impatiently, "No need to say more about Xiong Huai."
Lin Chenxuan listened, immediately shut up, and looked at his master quietly. Some people hesitate to speak.
Xiong Zhaomingxun glanced at himself, a big disciple with a shaggy head, and stood up helplessly, stretching out his muscles and bones "——Uh! Geez!"
"Fu Hengtian, ah, it's that Sirong Dao Lord Fu Hengtian. He sent the message. Fang Lingyu is confirmed to be dead. - And Chen Zhenbo."
Lin Chenxuan swallowed his saliva and was stunned, "Really? This guy Shang Yijiang! - Is he crazy?! He wants to win so much that he goes crazy..."
Xiong Zhaoming sneered and said, "In the Jiutianli Territory, the Supreme also sent a warning. Shang Yijiang is surrounded by two Yin-Yang monks from the mountain country. However, those guys in Taixi are at the end of their rope..."
"We still have to beware of their desperate attempts." Lin Chenxuan said cautiously.
No matter what Lin Chenxuan has to worry about, the Taixi civilization has structured the current world order with its military force that is superior to other civilizations, its advanced and self-contained economy, and its hugely influential culture.
Even today, when the Taixi civilization is slowly sinking into the river, and is about to collapse in the Western Mountains, the coolness of the long night will never come before the sun goes down.
The master and the disciple spoke in silence. The silence was soon broken by sudden footsteps.
"Lao Ye, here comes the news -" I heard his voice before I saw him.
Lin Qilan, dressed in blue and white neon clothes, floated in the wind and said, "There is an epidemic in Chu and Song Province!"
Lin Chenxuan helped steady Lin Qilan who was coming in a hurry, but Xiong Zhaoming smashed the innocent long table next to him with his palm: "Shang Yijiang!"
Lin Chenxuan stabilized his drama fanatic and turned around to comfort his martial arts fanatic master, "Master, please calm down and listen to the situation reported by Mr. Ye first."
Lin Qilan took a breath and continued quickly, "It is a plague that Mr. Ye has never seen before. It has already spread to Anlong Province. Mr. Ye asked us to protect Changli Province first and strictly inspect Anlong and Chu." The monks from the Second Province of Song!"
Xiong Zhaoming's brows were blazing and he stood like a knife, and his broad face was burning like a fire. "Chen Xuan! Inform the six Luoyang Li in Jin Yong Restaurant that it's time to step forward and stabilize Anlong Province. Increase Supervision of Luohuatai in Chu and Song Province.”
Lin Chenxuan was stunned. The Luoyang Calendar had been separated for many years, and it was finally time to reappear in the mortal world.
Lin Chenxuan nodded and retreated.
Lin Qilan looked worried, "Brother Xiong Huai, he..."
Xiong Zhaoming waved his hand rudely and said decisively, "You can't die! It's just an unknown plague! If you don't care, it will lead to chaos! Neither you nor Xiong Huai can make me worry!"
Venerable Zhaoming muttered and walked downstairs with his shadow.
Lin Qilan looked at Xiong Zhaoming's broad and majestic back, and just let out an unsatisfied "bang".
If someone else had scolded the most powerful monk from the three southern provinces like this, they might have been fighting with each other and needed to hold on to the wall to hold on and not fall down.
But when Lin Qilan was a child, he had plucked a tiger's beard (plucked his beard) on the knees of this powerful venerable. At that time, Xiong Zhaoming was heartbroken and devastated.
How could Lin Qilan be frightened by his words?
To this day, Lin Qilan still doesn't understand the thoughts of the great desolate sages who like animal hair and beards. ——It seems not so, not worthy of their Yin-Yang realm cultivation.
Except for the Supreme, he was a man as strong as Huan Wen, bold as Liu Yu, and brave enough to defeat General Tiance of the Li family.
And no need for a mustache.
Not extremely handsome, but extremely energetic. ——There are many portraits of the Supreme Being in Xiong Zhaoming’s room. Lin Qilan is not uncommon.
The plague that suddenly emerged in the three southern provinces was unstoppable for a while. In just a few days, monks in Anlong, Chu and Song provinces fell ill and died suddenly.
For a time, people were disturbed and worried.
At the same time, the Lin family began to impose comprehensive martial law on Changli Province, even interrupting some non-essential commercial flows.
………
Chu and Song provinces.
In the Falling Flower Platform, the disciples cooperated with the elders to close the sect's formation. A barrier contains the Falling Flower Platform.
An elder stroked his beard and smiled bitterly, "In the past, Venerable Zhaoming came to my sect and used his strength to break the formation. Fortunately, we elders worked day and night to build the sect-protecting formation before the plague."
The elder's eyes fell on the rippling large formation barrier, and he sighed, "I hope... no more accidents will happen. Sigh. I always feel... panicked. These years are not peaceful, so no accidents will happen."
Before the elder could finish stroking his beard, a ray of black ink brilliance came in an instant and shot out in front of the formation. Immediately afterwards, the sound of jade breaking and bamboo breaking reached my ears, and there was a slight tremor in the Luohuatai.
The elder's hand stroking his beard stopped, and his entire face became frozen.
In front of the elder's eyes, the sect-protecting formation that had been shining brightly and trembling slightly a moment ago had already opened a small hole.
It seems, no, it was the Xuan Mo aura that suddenly appeared and disappeared just now. Crushed with force.
Not only the elder who was stroking his beard, but also all the elders and disciples who had activated the sect-protecting formation were stunned on the spot.
No one wants to react and face the naked reality.
The person who broke the lifeless status quo was the leader of Luohua Terrace, and Jiang Congfa, who had become increasingly arbitrary and arrogant since the merchants conquered Yuanding Province.
As soon as Jiang Congfa's aura appeared, an elder reluctantly stepped towards Jiang Congfa.
Jiang Congfa waited for a moment and found that these elders were walking too slowly, so he walked towards an elder at random.
The elder's face remained normal, but deep down he cried out, "It's bitter!"
Jiang Congfa glanced at the elder in front of him with his heavy eyes, and said in a calm and ruthless voice, "Don't panic. You don't need to sew up the big formation."
The elder just nodded, even though he was suspicious, he didn't ask any questions.
Sure enough, not long after, even the disciples of Luohuatai could clearly see that their formation had been restored as before by a strange force.
The formation was restored, and the monks present were even more doubtful.
It’s just that no one mentioned it.
When Jiang Congfa saw the formation restored, he just sneered and said, "Did you not forget the safety of the Luohuatai monks when you were escaping? How pedantic, Xuan Mo."
It's just that Jiang Congfa's face doesn't look good. It seemed that he had lost control of himself.
After putting aside his words, Jiang Congfa turned and left without any hesitation.
The elders and disciples who were bowing in salute did not dare to use their spiritual power to unblock their whole bodies and straighten up until they felt their backs ached.
Elder Luxu came to the elder who was talking to Jiang Congfa and asked sadly, "Old Uncle Ji..."
Elder Ji's veins stood out: "I am Ji's uncle, not Ji - when did it happen! You are still making such a joke!"
Elder Luxu forced a smile, "Haha, maybe one day we won't have the chance to joke."
Elder Ji did not refute.
Elder Luxu then lamented, "Since the death of master Jiang Shao, the old master's temperament has also changed drastically... He even dug out his son's double pupils..."
Jiang Congfa even said it himself. Many elders know it.
This incident was considered by the ruling monks of Luohua Terrace as the beginning of the old master's temperament change and his arrogance and violence.
"From then on, the old stage owner even started to interfere in the affairs of the Supreme Elder. He gradually turned Luohua Stage into his one-spoken hall.
Not long ago, the Shan Hai Jing incident caused chaos in the three southern provinces. Although we did not escape the control of Venerable Zhao Ming after all, it also made people like us very tired. Alas... now the plague has spread again..." Elder Ji sighed with a frown on his face.
"What happened?"
The elder who stroked his beard curled his lips and sighed, "Who knows. Old Uncle Ji..."
Elder Ji pulled out a three-pointed two-edged sword from the Three Life Rings and started his thousand-mile pursuit.
