Shushan, Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
Chang Yin sat blankly in front of the mountain and river map. While he was in a daze, his other two hands were automatically replying to the intelligence materials needed by his junior brothers. He had mastered the method of multitasking.
The question now is, the eldest brother will soon be the most powerful person in the world, a master in the Mahayana stage. How can he escape a beating?
It seems that it would be okay to hide in the Sutra Pavilion all the time. After all, the senior brother will definitely not delay the business. But the senior brother is about to go down the mountain, risking his life for Shushan and the great cause of the people. As a junior brother, should he give it a try?
After all, the eldest brother has taken good care of himself since he was a child. He just accidentally said the wrong thing and spread some rumors. It is not that the relationship between the senior brothers has broken.
"Bah chirp, bah chirp."
Turning his head, Chang Yin was startled when he met a pair of big, intelligent and pure blue eyes.
Yes, he has a musician uncle, what is he afraid of? According to the master's secret order, Lele's seniority can be said to be his and senior brother's elders.
Moreover, Lele's strength is unfathomable. If the senior brother beats him, he doesn't want to give Uncle Musician face!
Not a big problem.
Thinking of this, Chang Yin was immediately relieved, in a good mood, and went out proudly.
The eldest brother is going on a long trip, and he will be away for more than a year at a time. The deep love between senior brothers must be paid off for the last time.
Seeing the shit-shoveling official like this, the little yellow cat ate so hard that his cheeks bulged and he fell into deep thought.
He wasn't afraid of Xu Changqing because he ran fast, but why wasn't he afraid of the poop shoveler?
A moment later, the martial arts training ground.
"Elder brother!" Chang Yin saw Xu Changqing and came forward to greet him enthusiastically.
The junior brothers who were still practicing the sword formation looked at each other in confusion.
Xu Changqing was also a little suspicious. Junior Brother Chang Yin was a direct disciple of Elder Yuanshen. He was cautious and cautious, but now he was standing in front of him openly.
Beware of fraud.
However, sword cultivators have certain things to do and things not to do.
"Qiang~"
"Junior brother Chang Yin is about to leave Shushan. It just so happens that Chang Qing is going to give the junior brothers the last instruction in Shushan swordsmanship. Our swordsmanship is similar, so it would be better if we compete to demonstrate it more clearly.
bring it on! "
Chang Yin laughed, very confident, turned around and was about to greet the musician uncle, and then the smile gradually disappeared from his face.
Where is my cat?
"Meow~" The little yellow cat was sitting upright on Xu Changqing's shoulder, his eyes full of encouragement.
Xu Changqing smiled slightly: "Junior brother Chang Yin, my uncle said that Shushan very much encourages disciples to compete with each other in a full, fair and friendly manner.
Draw your sword! "
Chang Yin:? ? ?
Is it okay to surrender and lose half?
…
Taiqing Palace.
Jingtian looked at Qingwei seriously.
"Old man, there is something I have always wanted to ask you. You must answer me honestly."
The man with white hair and beard smiled slightly and nodded: "Definitely, definitely."
Jingtian asked directly: "Since that group of evil thoughts came from you five old men practicing forbidden arts and escaped from you, then they are part of you five.
Then if you ask me to send him to Tianchi and destroy him, then the five of you will just..."
Qingwei looked indifferent and smiled: "Everyone has to die, why can't I do this?"
"Ah?" Jingtian was a little depressed: "I don't want to not see you when I come back."
"Haha~" Qingwei chuckled and said with some emotion: "Silly boy, there are some things that you have to experience, such as birth, old age, illness and death. As long as it is natural, why should you feel sad for him.
On the contrary, it is sad that some things happen that should not happen, causing the loss of life.
For example, if we do not eliminate the evil that we have created and let it wreak havoc in the world and poison the people, that would be called despair. "
"Old man, I really can't bear to leave you." Jingtian felt a little bitter.
Ever since he was a child, this is the first time an elder has taken a fancy to him and respected him. Moreover, such an indifferent, calm and indifferent elder seems to be like a father in his heart and a guiding light on the road of life.
Qingwei shook her head and sighed: "It just so happens that life is full of partings."
"Is it necessary?" Jingtian asked.
Qingwei nodded: "This is the only way. If we use other methods, there will be endless troubles."
"ε=(ο｀*)))Alas!" Jingtian let out a long sigh.
Qingwei looked at Jingtian with approval: "Everyone in the world thinks you smile at the world and fool around wantonly, but in fact you are the real thoughtful person."
Jingtian's face turned red, and he was secretly happy, but he felt embarrassed about being told something important, so he quickly turned aside.
"Old man, you are just like that white tofu. You always think you can see through others. It's annoying."
Qingwei chuckled.
At forty, there is no confusion; at fifty, one knows destiny; at sixty, one’s ears are obedient; at seventy, he is old and rare; at eighty, he is an old man. After living to his age and reaching his current level of cultivation, except for some obsessions, most other things have been put aside and figured out.
Heaven and earth are natural, eternal, independent and unchanging, existing silently, becoming eternal beings, and becoming eternally all things.
The way of heaven is eternal, the way of humanity is insignificant.
"Oh, by the way, there are two gifts I forgot to give you."
Qingwei took out a helmet from behind. It was silver-white. It was just a dead object, but it seemed to have a compelling aura when placed on the table.
At a glance, one can tell that the former owner of this helmet must have been an earth-shattering figure.
"Eh~" Jingtian was a little surprised.
"Know?" Qingwei was a little curious.
"Of course, as long as it's something valuable, I'm familiar with it." Jingtian stepped forward in surprise, took the helmet into his arms, and looked at it carefully.
The details, workmanship, and ingenuity made him like it more and more the more he looked at it, and it felt familiar.
Qingwei stood up and walked to Jingtian.
"This is the first gift: the helmet of General Feipeng, the former god of war in heaven. Remember, don't wear it unless absolutely necessary. If there is no one to protect you, you may be killed!"
Qingwei imitated Jingtian's actions just now, put her hand on her neck, and gave it a gentle stroke.
Jingtian was shocked. He really wanted to take a look at such a handsome helmet just now.
"As for the second gift, Brother Jing, as the savior and hero who saves the common people, may not look good with two emerald teeth in his mouth."
As he spoke, Qingwei pointed his sword together and waved it lightly at Jingtian's mouth.
After a while, Jingtian stared blankly at the mirror he asked for from the old man. He looked so handsome in it!
Moreover, if you master the skill of changing teeth with your hands, wouldn't it be possible to make a fortune when you return to Yuzhou and open a dental shop in three hundred days?
After a while, Jingtian suddenly remembered something.
"That's not right, old man, you said that the evil thoughts came from you, and if the evil thoughts dissipate, you will die.
So if the five of you commit suicide directly, will the evil thoughts dissipate, and it will save me and Bai Doufu the effort of going out to work hard.
Also eliminate the chance of our mission failing and allowing evil thoughts to do evil? "
Qingwei:.
After a moment of silence, Qingwei sighed: "Actually, a few of us old guys have also considered this method, but I don't know who created the 'Forbidden Technique'. It is really unimaginable and mysterious.
So far, a few of us know this but don't know why.
In this way, when we commit suicide, the evil thoughts will have two situations, one is to disappear with us, the other is to completely escape from the barriers, transcend the six paths of reincarnation, no longer be in the five elements, and directly sink into the world.
Brother Jing, do you dare to bet? "
Jingtian was startled and waved his hand quickly.
He would not dare to risk the entire world. Normally in Yuzhou, after his salary was paid every month, he would be heartbroken to death if he went to the big three-yuan gambling house and lost a hundred wen.
If he loses the human world, let alone placing a bet, he will probably pee.
for a long time.
"Okay, then I will reluctantly be the savior for three hundred days, hehe." Jingtian said proudly.
He never thought that one day he would be able to save all the living beings in the world.
I have to say, the feeling of being a savior is a bit nervous, but also a bit exciting.
"Haha, brother Jingtian, you are righteous!"
…
The second day, Shushan, plank road.
This place is the only way for Shushan disciples to go down the mountain. Sword riding is generally prohibited on the mountain.
First of all, there are some impatient people who like to combine humans and swords to reach the sky at the fastest speed. It's easy to bump into each other.
Secondly, there are many places on the mountain with restrictions and magic circles. Passing through with a sword can easily be judged as an attack on the mountain gate.
"Elder brother, you have traveled thousands of miles, and I have a gift for you, which is scar removal cream."
"I have one here, too. I have one here too. It's a mosquito repellent fan I made myself."
Jingtian stood aside in boredom, watching Xu's subordinates bid farewell to a group of junior disciples affectionately.
To be honest, I am a little envious. It would be great if he also grew up in Shushan and had so many senior brothers who respected and loved him.
"Hey, Chang Cross, what's wrong with your face? How could you swordsmen be stung by bees? Why is it so swollen?" Jingtian looked curiously at Chang Yin, who had a bruised nose and swollen face.
This guy is worse off now than when he was a kid, knocking down a bee nest with a stick and then running away with the bee nest in his clothes.
Chang Yin: "Mo...it's okay. I'm competing with the eldest brother. I'm afraid I'll lose even one move. Dad, I'm going to fall."
Sedum chuckled.
He believed it and is now in a good mood.
After a long time, after saying goodbye one by one, Xu Changqing walked up to Chang Yin, pointed his finger into a sword, and waved his hand, and his swollen face instantly returned to its original state.
"Chang Yin, after I leave, you will be the second senior brother and the eldest among the Shushan disciples. From now on, the safety of the junior brothers will depend on you.
Remember, be cautious, careful, and steady. "
Chang Yin clasped his fists: "I will obey the decree of Senior Brother."
Xu Changqing nodded, clasped his fists and faced a group of caring junior brothers: "We must say goodbye after a long journey, everyone, take care!"
"Qiang, Qiang, Qiang~"
Chang Yin and a group of junior disciples drew their swords and stood solemnly in the usual morning practice posture.
"Swish, swish, swish~"
A wave of breeze sent the guests off, and all the disciples stood in unison, holding their swords and shouting in unison: "Take care of me, senior brother. I will wait in Shushan for your triumphant return."
There are so many sword cultivators. Although their cultivation levels are uneven, their soaring sword intent can still instantly frighten the surrounding demons who have just escaped from the Demon Locking Tower.
Jingtian's legs went weak, and then he said firmly: "There are so many junior brothers, what's so great about it.
Hum, sooner or later one day I will have more followers than Xu’s subordinates! "
Last night at the Taiqing Hall, he threatened the five elders, asking Bai Doufu to worship him as the boss and obey his orders on the grounds that Bai Doufu's cultivation level far exceeded him and he was afraid of being bullied.
I originally thought that Bai Doufu was innocent and that I could bully him, but now I thought about it and let it go.
He had gone to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to see Chang Cross, who was monitoring the world all day long when nothing was wrong. The cat even liked to watch those little girls bathing and peeing in the wild.
Abnormal!
If he saw that he had bullied and deceived Bai Doufu, so many fellow apprentices would get angry and go down the mountain together, each with a sword, he would probably drink a glass of water and it would all leak out.
Fear!
Little Yellow Cat:? ? ?
It’s purely slander, it’s impossible, it’s not me!
…
Another day.
In the Sutra Pavilion, Chang Yin continued to sit in front of the Mountains and Rivers Map, monitoring the world while replying to the messages his junior brothers needed to slay demons.
For example, a very powerful demon has appeared recently: the Old Demon of Ten Thousand Souls, whose whereabouts are uncertain. The key is that he is very popular among the people, and his location cannot be found easily.
Even with Shushan's reputation among cultivators and people all over the world, if they arrive in a certain area, as long as they inquire about the old demon of ten thousand souls, the people will not only fail to report it, but will use various methods to obstruct it.
Many people even directly threatened Shushan disciples with suicide threats to stop the investigation.
This old demon has good wood-type spells, which can greatly increase the growth rate of wood-type plants, and is also proficient in various methods of controlling beasts.
Then Wanhun Laomo is different from ordinary practitioners. He only does two things: increase the output of grain crops, pasture and other ordinary grass and trees, and then use the grains and pasture to raise chickens, fish, and pigs in large quantities, and then use these grains and livestock to raise people.
All people who belong to his kingdom only need to do one thing every day: give birth to children, and do not need to worry about other food and clothing expenses.
Under normal circumstances, to refine the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, which requires the blood sacrifice of 10,000 lives, the traditional villain would go on a killing spree, slaughtering several mortal villages, towns or even cities to collect enough souls.
However, this old devil is sacrificing the soul of a baby. Babies have souls as soon as they are born, and do not need food, discipline, or time to develop their bodies, so they are very suitable sacrifices.
Moreover, after the death of the baby, he turned into a ghost baby, and his resentment became even stronger. Once the refined Ten Thousand Souls Banner was activated, the sinister wind howled, and the resentment soared into the sky. It was truly the best of the magic weapons.
The key point is that those babies were voluntarily given to the old devil by their parents. They were willing to give to each other. Most people didn't know about it at all, and it was hard to control them.
According to Chang Yin's estimation, if a sacrifice production town composed of 100,000 pregnant women was built, ten thousand soul flags could be produced every year.
Moreover, a mere hundred thousand pregnant women is nothing to the old demon who has a spiritual transformation stage practitioner. All problems during pregnancy can be solved with cheap pills. Anyway, there is no need for those women to live past the age of forty. Once the age is over, It can also be used as a sacrifice to ensure it is not wasted.
Those common people, regardless of men or women, are willing to be animals who only know how to eat, drink and enjoy themselves.
It's so terrifying.
The outside world is really too dangerous.
Now, in the places where senior brother wanted to go in and out, there were many people with deeper skills and more evil spirits. Chang Yin suddenly felt worried.
Hey, I hope senior brother is okay.
…
(End of chapter)
