Thinking of going home early, Li Xiuyuan didn't stay long in White Jade City.
Because Nalanyu brought five thousand forbidden troops to Baiyu City the next day. After meeting Li Xiuyuan, the group headed towards the Fuchun River in a mighty manner.
Xiao Hei slept with Nalan Yu all winter, and his feathers became brighter again.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he asked: "Brother has sent out so many people, are you going to fight?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan looked at him and replied calmly: "General Nalan is going to help us hold the battle. You accompany me up the mountain to find someone to collect debts."
"Quack! Debt collection is Xiao Hei's favorite thing to do."
Flying from Nalan Yu's body to Li Xiuyuan's shoulder, Xiao Hei whispered in his ear: "Brother, can Xiao Hei rob?"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, looked at him and replied: "It should be okay, right?"
Then he looked at Nalan Yu and asked, "Brother, how many days does it take to get to Qingcheng from here?"
Nalanyu called Li Xiuyuan to get on the carriage and quietly replied: "Three days!"
The two discussed several times in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, but in the end they did not bring an army of 50,000. In Li Xiuyuan's opinion, 5,000 was enough.
As long as a momentum is created and the real action is taken, it depends on him and Xiao Hei.
Even Nalanyu would not take Qingcheng with him.
Sitting in the carriage, Xiao Hei thought for a while and asked: "Why don't you want to ride a horse? Brother, don't you know how? Can you ask General Nalan to teach you?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and shook his head, smiling bitterly: "I'm not in a hurry, why bother myself?"
Xiao Hei shook his head and flew out with a thump: "Brother Nalan, wait for me."
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On Phoenix Mountain, in the living room of the wooden building where Xu Jingyun lived with Guan Wushuang.
Qingfeng and Mingyue looked at the leader in front of them, with deep worries on their faces.
The leader calmly saw the secret letter in his hand, sighed heavily and said: "The Imperial City has assembled an army and is heading to Qingcheng."
Boom! A spring thunder struck!
Suddenly, the first spring rain began to fall on Phoenix Mountain, which scared the elders in the room.
He clutched his chest and said, "It's so dangerous!"
In order to cope with the dangerous situation that Phoenix Mountain has never encountered, the leader and several elders had to reluctantly meet the dynasty's requirements, and finally got the peaceful situation in front of them.
At the same time, the imperial advisors and generals personally marched to Qingcheng, just to seek justice for the dead.
Although Qingfeng told the leader in front of him that the imperial master was a young man without even a trace of cultivation.
But who dares to believe it? A dynasty national advisor who soared in the battlefield of Beihai will be a mortal when he returns?
For the future of Phoenix Mountain, she didn't dare to gamble.
After all, it was the lives of hundreds of disciples and elders.
Qingfeng thought for a while and asked carefully: "Judging from the tone of the Imperial Master, he doesn't have a good impression of Elder Xu and the ascended junior sister. Did they meet in the sky?"
After all, when Qingfeng mentioned the two of them that day at the Imperial Master's residence, Li Xiuyuan frowned tightly.
This seemed unbelievable to him. You must know that Elder Xu and Junior Sister lived in the Imperial Master's residence for almost two years?
Before the leader in front of him could reply, the Supreme Elder on the side said quietly: "Why? Because in the Beihai War that year, not a single disciple or elder from Phoenix Mountain participated."
This is the eternal pain between Phoenix Mountain and the dynasty. As long as the current emperor does not leave, this scar will always hang there.
It always reminds future generations that Phoenix Mountain betrayed the entire Five Regions at some point.
Mingyue, who was standing aside, was a little confused when she heard this, and couldn't help but ask: "Back then, Qingcheng sent many disciples to Beihai. This time..."
The head thought for a while and replied quietly: "If my guess is correct, the imperial master will give those elders and disciples a way out."
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Above the nine heavens, deep in Mount Sumeru.
In front of a cliff covered by mountain vines and weeds, a shrill, resentful and dying roar sounded. The sound gradually faded away and was almost inaudible.
But it is like a sharp sword piercing countless clouds, trying to break through the sky and scatter in all directions.
But I don't know why, it is sealed under the cliff, like a fish at the bottom of a lake or a spring in the abyss, unable to see out a drop.
The handsome man in monk's robes fell heavily on the edge of the cliff. He lay on the ground holding on to the vines on the cliff and coughed. A stream of blood spurted out, instantly staining his chest and clothes red, making him look a little miserable.
He sighed and continued to look down the cliff, his fearful eyes gradually calming down as he stared at the bottomless abyss.
There is no trace of fear or resentment anymore, and there is even an inexplicable joy.
It was like finally throwing away a stone that I didn't want to hold in my hands, completing something I had been planning for a long time, and letting out a long breath.
He pinched a corner of his sleeve, gently wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and then laughed quietly.
Ever since he took the pills given by the old monk in the cave, he had trouble sleeping and eating day and night, for fear that the old monk in the cave would tell his secret.
"Look, that guy took my forbidden medicine, and now he is no longer a Buddhist, he is a devil!"
After having nightmares too many times, he wanted to pull out the source of the nightmares from his heart, and the only way was to make the old monk in the cave unable to speak forever.
This painful state of mind tortured him all the time, and had even affected his daily practice and his determination to go down the mountain to see his parents and Xia Wutong.
So, after thinking about it, I finally thought of a way to do something to the old monk.
That is to put a trace amount of Hua Gong Powder in the food. A trace amount of poison does not pose any threat to a peerless master like the old monk, so the old monk in daily life has no doubt about him.
In his view, all this is a legitimate reward.
He gave Mr. Wu the pills to break the situation, and Mr. Wu provided me with delicious meals. This can be regarded as giving each other what he needs, or a kind of reward.
It's just that a drop of water can pierce a stone, and a little can add up to a lot.
No matter how little poison there is, it is still poison after all. As time passed, Hua Gong Powder finally accumulated in the old monk's body, and the tall tower was destroyed in the ant nest.
To this day, when the old monk discovered that there was something wrong with his body, he was helpless.
Waiting for this once-in-a-lifetime moment, Wu Hua Gong finally showed his fangs, and without saying a word, he took the old monk who had lost his cultivation out of the cave and threw him into the abyss beyond the cliff.
At the moment of taking action, Mr. Wu said: "Senior, if you don't die, I will never be able to sleep!"
At the moment when he fell into the abyss, the old monk used the last strength in his life to burn his essence and blood and hit Wu Hua Gongzi with a palm, knocking him to the cliff behind the cliff.
With the sound of "Bang!", the old monk shouted the last curse in his life: "Wuhua, I curse you, master and disciple, to die in the hands of the weakest person one day!"
The old monk's life-burning blow should not be underestimated, so the unsuspecting young man was knocked away. He hit the stone wall, causing rocks to fly around, and he fell heavily on the edge of the cliff.
However, compared to the injuries on her body, Wuhua felt a sense of relief.
Wu Hua Zi, who was lying on the edge of the cliff, murmured to himself: "You are dead, so just leave quietly!"
A breeze blew by, but Master Wuhua stood in front of the cliff, looking at everything in front of him, with no expression on his face.
Wuhua was shocked. He did this secretly and did not even inform his master.
You must know that the person who was pushed off the cliff by him was the senior monk of the old monk. It was the presence of him who called him "Senior Uncle".
In this way, he is deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors.
The frightened Wu Hua Gongzi suddenly fell to the ground, stunned and unable to say a word. How to explain? How to explain? Is it possible that the uncle doesn’t want to live anymore? Tired of living?
"master……"
The old monk stood beside him quietly, looking into the abyss in the dusk, with no intention of questioning him.
Instead, he said calmly: "Since you have already made a decision in your heart...if you do it, do it. If you do it, don't think about it and regret it."
Upon hearing this, Wuhuazi knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old monk, and said in a daze: "Master, I'm afraid that one day he will tell the secrets in my body..."
If there was anyone else in the world that Wuhua could trust or believe with all his heart, it would be his master, and not even his own parents.
Because only the master and the disciple have the same thoughts. They both want to break through the restrictions of this world one day and fly to the other world.
Ever since he climbed Mount Sumeru, he had never trusted anyone except his own master.
Even his wife Xia Wutong who stayed in Tianluo City, Wuhua did not tell her all his secrets.
In his opinion, no one can be trusted except the master.
"Every year in the back mountain, my uncle who is in seclusion passes away. You don't need to worry about this matter. It will be over after it has passed."
After thinking for a while, the old monk continued: "Without the method of ascension and liberation, we will all die in this world. It's just a matter of time whether we leave early or late."
There has been no news about Jade Disc since the death of the old man from Niujiao Town Baozi Shop.
Without the fragments of the jade disc, it will be difficult for the master and the disciple to realize the great truth and escape from this world.
However, no matter how much the master and the disciple have reached this point, no matter how much it costs, they must find the jade disc fragments, even if it takes decades, or even a hundred years.
Thinking of this, the old monk couldn't help but look a little confused.
Mr. Wuhua thought for a while, looked at the old monk and said, "Master, don't worry. When the disciple comes to the world in a few days, as long as we put more effort, we will always get some news."
The old monk sighed and said quietly: "Whether it takes fifty years or a hundred years, we will always find those lost jade dishes."
Mr. Wuhua nodded heavily, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said quietly behind his chest: "This is the fate of our master and disciple. The disciple will definitely live up to the master's expectations."
"The world is impermanent, and sometimes you have to be more open-minded. After all, you can be considered a great monk now. Stop worrying about people in the world."
"Except for the jade dish, don't worry too much about them." After thinking about it, the old monk looked at him and said calmly.
Young Master Wu seemed to have remembered something unintentionally and asked: "Master, I met a young man in Jinguang Temple back then. Can you still find him now?"
Shaking his head, the old monk had a confused look on his face.
After a long while, he said: "I can't see him. I don't know if he was hiding or walking in the rivers and lakes and died at the hands of others. People are dying every day in this world."
Mr. Wu lowered his head and thought again and again, silently recalling the people he had met along the way since Dagou Town.
After much deliberation, there was only one boy who appeared in Jinguang Temple, was injured by the guards of the City Lord's Mansion, and then suddenly disappeared from Xia Wutong's mansion.
However, his master said that there was no news about the boy.
In desperation, he could only think about asking Princess Wutong again when he returns to Tianluo City someday.
The biggest hidden danger in front of him has disappeared, and he has entered the realm of his dreams. In the next years and months, he will live for the jade plate.
After thinking about it, he said reluctantly: "As long as you are alive, there will always be a moment when we meet."
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