Daozong, Feilai Peak.
Shen Yu quietly looked at the two or three feet tall spirit raccoon and the old yellow dog chasing and playing in the sea of flowers.
The little guy, who has been immersed in the spiritual energy of the peak all year round, has muscles all over his body that are full of graceful lines. Every moment he moves, he is as fast as the wind.
On the other hand, the old yellow dog was surprisingly agile and managed to avoid being bitten by the fox several times.
A few days ago, during another casual chat, Shen Yu finally understood why Su Mo had a weird smile when he first met him.
It turned out that I was recovering from my injuries in the old yellow dog's den that day.
If this matter were known to some people in the spiritual wasteland three thousand years ago, I am afraid that the reputation of the first person in the world, Taixuan Zhenren, would plummet, and no one would respect him anymore.
Fortunately, Shen Yu has experienced countless things now, and his mentality has long been as stable as an ancient well. He also smiled at this matter. As for Su Mo, he would not be boring and use this matter as a joke from time to time.
The sky at Feilai Peak is like a girl's mood, bright and bright, with gentle breeze, making people so intoxicated.
But there was someone else who was intoxicated at the moment.
Not far from Su Mo's wooden house, Ling Jianzi was lying on the rocking chair, sleeping with his eyes closed.
Dou Ya'er, with tears on her face, looked nervously at the jade-like man, crying and saying, "Uncle Su, what's wrong with Ling Jianzi? Is he possessed by an evil spirit? Why haven't he woke up yet?"
Su Mo put down the ancient scroll in his hand, touched the little girl's head, and said with a smile: "Since your Master Shen said it's okay, then it's okay. Don't you still believe in your Master Shen's ability?"
Dou Ya'er turned her head and looked at Shen Yu, nodded, and the worried look on her face gradually disappeared.
Su Mo walked to Shen Yu and said with a smile: "The people in the Land of Thousand Rivers would never have thought that their mythical beast from thousands of years ago would actually recognize you as their master. All the evil magic techniques have no effect in front of the nightmare."
After the battle between the two great cultivators of the Immortal Realm in the southwest fishing village, the female palace master of the Dao Sect came to Feilai Peak of the Yuan Temple with the spirit sword that had been infected by Qianchuan's secret technique, and then said something to the two low-key but The nephew, also known as Wen Linghuang, glanced at him, snorted coldly, and left.
Su Mo and Shen Yu looked at each other and didn't know where they had offended this cold uncle.
After Shen Yu took the Lingjianzi, he could tell at a glance that the little guy's three souls and seven souls had fallen into an illusion, so he called Mu Huai who was playing with the Lingli in the deep pool on the mountainside.
As soon as this immortal nightmare soul saw Ling Jianzi, he opened his mouth and inhaled lightly, sucking the netherworld air in Ling Jianzi's body into his belly. He also burped, patted his belly and ran off to play again.
It's just that maybe the little guy was too tired and slept a little longer, which aroused the concern of his childhood sweetheart Dou Ya'er.
"The old man who drew the talisman could not escape the reincarnation of cause and effect after all. For decades, he only acted based on his own preferences and killed countless people. Now he is indeed not going to end well."
Shen Yu casually picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip, and then said: "Except for some practitioners who come here under the influence of Qianchuan, only those who come from the place deep in Qianchuan are qualified to learn the secret techniques of the netherworld. This time Taking advantage of Yu Fuzi's incident, Daozong sent out two immortals from the Immortal Realm, but they only seriously injured him, but they were not very successful."
Su Mo shook his head and said: "A great cultivator who has entered that realm wants to escape, and there is no way to stop him. This time Uncle Daoxuan only shot down two of his clones, but after thinking about it over the years, But Mr. Di Cao didn’t dare to walk in the spiritual wasteland, otherwise his true form would be known by others, and if he was targeted by those crazy people in Sword Fairy City, he would definitely not be able to escape.”
Shen Yu nodded and looked at the clouds and clouds on the horizon. Before reaching the peak three thousand years ago, he knew that most practitioners above the Immortal Realm in the world were almost rejected by the heaven and earth. They were fighting against the heaven and earth with every movement and stillness, and they were always at risk. It is possible to be merged into heaven and earth, lose one's self-awareness, and become a part of heaven.
This time, when planning for the land of Qianchuan, Daozong's Duzhen Palace Master and Yanfa Palace Master took action one after another, which caused the world to tremble, and they did not dare to take action wantonly, which allowed Mr. Di Cao to escape.
Shen Yu retracted his thoughts, glanced at Ling Jianzi, and asked: "Yu Fuzi borrowed the letter from Ling Jianzi."
Xi, how should senior brother deal with it? "
Su Mo thought for a while, his face became more solemn, and he said: "That place is Dongzuzhou. According to the agreement of the Nine Holy Lands, it is within the scope of Yaochi and Kunlun. It is not easy for us to interfere in this matter."
Shen Yu thought for a while and said, "I received a letter from Shang Yingluo a few days ago. She happened to be traveling there at the time. The little girl is very curious. Let me go and bring her back."
Su Mo thought of that quirky little girl. When she was going down the mountain, she shouted that she wanted to walk the same path that Shen Yu had walked and become more famous than Shen Yu.
Unexpectedly, this little girl really went all the way to the sea, went to Guiyun Xianzong, and Yangliu's hometown, and did what Shen Yu did back then, making these sects dumbfounded.
"That's fine, my junior brother has a restless temper, so I'll let him handle this matter, but I guess there won't be any clues there."
Su Mo looked at Mu Huai who was playing again and asked, "Are you bringing the nightmare spirit with you this time?"
Shen Yu nodded and said, "Well, Mu Huai has only been close to me since he was born. Although Daozong has gone through some liquidation, I am worried that there are deeper hidden secrets."
Su Mo smiled slightly and said, "Okay, let Mu Huai deal with the things that have been cultivated in the land of thousands of rivers for many years. I don't know what their expressions will be like when they see Mu Huai."
Shen Yu smiled lightly and said no more.
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An unknowable place.
In that dilapidated courtyard, Li Qinglian sat motionless at the stone table. The pages on the table rustled as the mountain wind blew, vaguely revealing the graceful poems in her hand.
This imperial capital was once the most chic and romantic, with poetry that was astonishing to the world. Even a casually written poem could keep countless women in the imperial capital awake all night.
As the mountain wind blew down, some pages even fell to the ground, covering a pair of black cloth shoes.
The man casually picked up the pages of the book and said indifferently to Li Qinglian: "It seems that the academy is not only the best in reading and educating people, but I didn't expect that the way of spiritual treasures has also surpassed the Taoist sect."
The man's whole body was shrouded in a black robe, with a ghost mask on his face, and his tone was cold and murderous. He threw the pages of the book at Li Qinglian, and then said: "It is through these pages that the secrets of Qianchuan are spread, right? .”
The page that was flying straight towards Li Qinglian suddenly turned into crumbs and fell to the ground. The abandoned disciple in Tsing Yi said lightly: "Mr. Ming Cao spent such a high price to resurrect me, just because A few poems will kill me, so how can your sacrifice be so cheap?"
The man in black robe said nothing.
Because he had heard this sentence for the second time.
The last time I chose to believe it, the result was that some of the disciples of the Nine Holy Lands who had spent a lot of effort to instigate rebellion were liquidated in a few days.
Thinking of this, the man no longer had the calmness of the past. All this was because of Li Qinglian's letter, which handed over the list of secrets about the Nine Holy Lands to Yu Fuzi.
The man said coldly: "I don't care anymore. People like you will never be able to become people from the Land of Thousand Rivers."
After the words fell, the man's right hand made a virtual seal. A dark and chilling light group suddenly appeared, and the dead ball of light slowly rose.
Li Qinglian glanced at the ball of light and said with an indifferent expression: "Mr. Ming Cao, you are only ranked third among the Six Cao Cao of Qianchuan. Can you make the decision on this kind of thing?"
The man in black robe looked into Li Qinglian's calm eyes and said coldly: "I can reshape your ghost body for you, and then I can send you into reincarnation again. No one can stop me."
Li Qinglian stood up, her slender figure floating in the wind, seemingly weightless, "It's so boring. There are always many people in the world who are too confident in themselves, but often don't realize it, and this kind of people often It occupies a very important position.”
Li Qinglian's aura was as calm as water, and she turned a blind eye to the pressure of the man in black robes. She just looked at the dark sky, where there was no trace of light or stars, not even the crescent moon.
Disappear.
"It's so boring." Li Qinglian pointed slightly with her right hand, and a small dark green sword appeared in front of the two of them.
The moment this small sword appeared, the man in black robe suddenly tightened his legs with a grimace on his face, his face full of disbelief.
The man said with a trembling tone: "Tiancao Lingjian! This is Tiancao Lingjian! When have you seen Tiancao Supreme?"
Li Qinglian said indifferently: "You don't need to know, you just need to obey, and see orders as you see people."
The man in black robe had lost all his momentum at this moment. Although there were six meritorious masters in the land of Qianchuan, for thousands of years, there was only one master in the entire Qianchuan, and that was Tiancao.
The other five meritorious officials are only responsible for Qianchuan's affairs in the five directions.
And for thousands of years, Tiancao has never appeared in front of everyone. No one knows the origin and identity of Tiancao. However, before every action, someone will come with a small dark green sword to deliver orders.
That is Tiancao Lingjian.
What frightens the people in Qianchuan Land the most is that anyone who dares to resist Ling Jian's order will be killed by Ling Jian without exception, even the former second-ranked Mr. Cao.
Even though Mr. Di Cao has already entered the peak realm.
The fear in the man's bones prevented him from having the slightest thought. He saluted the dark green sword and said respectfully, "What orders does Tian Cao pass on to his subordinates?"
Li Qinglian had no expression on her face, looked at the man condescendingly, and said: "There are six Cao Cao in Biluo Qianchuan, Jiuyougui Ruixianjiangfu Lord."
The man in black robe suddenly raised his head and looked at the man in green robe in front of him in disbelief.
Jiuyou Guixu, which had disappeared for a long time in the past thousand years, appeared in the world, and the abandoned disciple of the academy in front of him, a Confucian gentleman, was actually the Lord of Guixu Mansion of this generation.
This is so unbelievable.
