It rains less in the north, but Dongcang City is different.
Close to the vast expanse of blue waves, a gust of wind blew from the sea, carrying an unknown amount of moisture. Whenever the cold winter passes, the endless ice fields in the barbarian world no longer howl, and the barbaric wind coming from the north is blocked by the high mountains of Dayeling, and has no power.
At this time, the wind from the East China Sea found its way forward, crossed hundreds of miles in less than one leap, and embraced Dongcang City. It is gentle and gentle, just like a mother opening her arms to welcome her child returning from the battlefield.
It turned into wind, gently rubbing away the tight nerves in Dongcang City; it turned into rain, gently washing away the condensed blood.
The light rain is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass is invisible in the distance.
There are crazy people drinking in the rain, and there are rogues singing in the wind.
The bright oil-paper umbrellas opened one after another, like flowers blooming, brightening the broad avenues and beautifying the quiet alleys.
At this moment, the city was full of flowers.
This is not Jiangnan, this is Dongcang.
spring is coming.
…
The mastiff Lingling held an umbrella and followed step by step beside the young man who was the world-famous former guest and current boss, trying hard to use the umbrella to cover all the falling strands of rain.
Mastiff Lingling naturally knows the bad luck of the year. But I didn't expect it to be so serious. But in just one day, the little ancestor in front of him, who he regarded as a powerful figure, had suffered from various injuries, and he was afraid of choking even when he took a breath. It is easy to shelter from the rain with demonic energy, but what if the demonic energy collides?
Ignoring the caution around him, Chen Luo was in a good mood at the moment, humming a little tune. I would never dare to sing "Eighteen Touches". How could a twenty-year-old handsome young man speak in that tone? Come to think of it, only Lang Feixian, a vicissitudes of life uncle who can tell you at a glance, "I have stories and wine," can sing and feel a touch of refinement in the tackiness of the market. People say that vulgarity means elegance, but it is nothing more than that.
Walking on the streets of Dongcang, everyone who came and went saw the city lord. However, no one came up to kowtow. Most of them just bowed silently and then did whatever they had to do.
As for the Marquis, I have seen him many times, so naturally I have no sense of awe. He usually mingled with the crowd drinking and listening to books. When he was happy, it was common for him to give rewards to storytellers. Some people even called him a disgrace to a scholar in front of his face. He also shrugged and showed off various weird-shaped blades. The yawning look makes people itch with hatred.
Chen Luo's trip was to meet the Supreme Master. Since he accepted the other party's suggestion and accepted the favor, he always wanted to express his gratitude in person. Although it's only a few hundred meters away, it's sincerity enough to say that you risk your life to meet each other.
In addition, he was about to leave the city, and Chen Luo also wanted to take another good trip to Dongcang.
…
"Has Taoist Master Chen decided?" Taoist Master Shangshan was a little surprised by Chen Luo's arrival, but he soon knew Chen Luo's purpose and quickly welcomed him into the house. With a flick of his finger, he lit the Taoist incense of Jinghun, and the boy obediently offered it to him. Had a cup of fragrant tea. Mastiff Lingling stood beside Chen Luo with her hands tied, always alert for accidents.
"I have thanked Lord Dao and the seniors from Dao Palace for pointing out a way for me." Chen Luo nodded and said, "I have agreed with my senior brother and sister that we will leave the city soon. I came here to pay homage to Lord Dao, firstly to express my thanks, and secondly to say goodbye. "
Taoist Shangshan nodded and said "You're welcome". Then he took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and placed it on the table beside Chen Luo.
"I originally planned to give this to the Taoist Master when I left. Since the Taoist Master is also leaving, let's do it now."
"What is this?" Chen Luo naturally couldn't bear to take the porcelain bottle and started to look at it, but he couldn't resist his curiosity and asked.
The Supreme Taoist Lord smiled and said: "This was originally a gift prepared by the Taoist Palace for Taoist Master Chen to agree to integrate into the Taoist Dao. However, when we deduced it with the senior Taoist master before, the senior expected that the Taoist Master would travel far away, so he passed down the decree to let the poor Taoist Give this gift away.”
"As for what it is, Dao Master Chen will know when he opens it."
Chen Luo was stunned for a moment, took the bottle, removed the cork, poured the bottle out, and three beans appeared.
Red beans, mung beans, soybeans.
"This is?"
"Spreading beans makes an army?" Mastiff Lingling said suddenly.
"Exactly." Shangshan Tools nodded: "This is the immortal soldier bean seed carefully cultivated by our Taoist sect, and it is the bean soldier marshal. The Taoist master can try to identify the master with his soul."
When Chen Luo heard this, he immediately mobilized a ray of soul to fall on the three beans. The beans seemed to have been refined, so Chen Luo could only stamp the seal, leaving a mark on the three beans in an instant.
Immediately, the three beans swayed slightly and turned into three gases, one red, one green, and one yellow, flying out and landing in front of Chen Luo, turning into three figures.
As soon as the three figures appeared, they knelt down on one knee towards Chen Luo and said in unison: "Hongdou Dou (Mung Doudou, Huang Doudou) has met the master!"
Chen Luo looked closely and saw Hong Doudou, who was wearing red armor and had a strong body; Mung Doudou, who was wearing a green dress and a green skirt, turned out to be a pretty woman; Huang Doudou looked only eleven or twelve years old, with drooping eyebrows. Yan, no matter how you look at it, he is an unlucky child.
"Master Hou, these three are all Dao Lords." Mastiff Lingling's pupils shrank. He sensed the Qi of the other party, and his heart couldn't help but beat. Is this sect capable of mass-producing "Nine Thousand Miles" Taoist soldiers?
The Taoist Supreme Master's face remained as usual, and he pointed at the three marshals Doudou and introduced: "Hongdou Dou, the Taoist talisman is engraved all over his body. A talisman is a heavy attack."
"Mung Doudou, who has mastered the power of elixirs, can turn poison into a poison in one breath."
"Huang Doudou, master the four-nine formations, which can trap, kill, and defend."
"Marshal Bean Soldier, each one is equivalent to a seventh-grade Dao Lord. The Dao Palace has cultivated nine of them in total, and these three were given to Dao Master Chen."
Chen Luo quickly stood up to thank him, and then looked at the three Marshals: "I'll help you three in the future."
The three bean marshals all returned the gift, and then turned into three beans again. Only then did Chen Luo carefully put the three beans into a porcelain vase and put them away properly.
After thanking and saying goodbye, he even accepted the farewell gift. Chen Luo didn't want to stay any longer, so he bowed again, took the mastiff Lingling and left the residence of Shangshan Daojun.
"Master Hou, why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Mastiff Lingling followed Chen Luo out and asked doubtfully, shouldn't we say a few more words of greeting?
That Taoist incense hasn't been lit for long.
Chen Luo coughed twice and said softly: "I suddenly remembered that the Dao Palace has prepared a gift for me. Will the Holy Church have it?"
"Hurry up and say goodbye to Mr. Butire. Maybe there will be something unexpected."
…
The above words are of course a joke, but if the temple really has a gift, Chen Luo will naturally reject it. But unfortunately, there is no gift, but Mr. Bu Tire has sent a piece of news.
"Tenth on the blood list?" Chen Luo frowned slightly, "What is that?"
"It's an assassination list set by the Barbarian Golden Tent City. Each position has a corresponding reward." Mr. Tireless still looked haggard and explained seriously, "The tenth reward is enough to make a royal tribe's heart beat. .”
Having said this, Mr. Bu Tire thought for a while, then decided to start from the beginning, and said slowly: "The ancestral system of the barbarians has four levels: heaven, khan, king, and marquis."
"Among them, there are a total of four Heavenly Departments, which have never changed. They are the high-ranking Manshen Palace and the Mantian Palace, as well as the Sun and Moon Department, known as the Lord of the Barbarians. The Sun and Moon Departments jointly control the Golden Tent City and control the entire Mancheng City. The core of the formation is the supreme ruler of the barbarians no matter how the situation changes in the barbarian plains."
"However, many years ago the barbarians had a dispute between the Sun and the Moon, and the Moon Tribe was pushed out of the Golden Tribe City. Now they only have the false name of the Heaven Tribe, and may not even be able to compare with the more powerful Khan Tribe."
"Below the Heavenly Tribe are the Eight Khan Tribes, and this winter battle was caused by the Khan Tribes."
"The King's Tribe is a tribe with a population of not less than ten million. Not to mention the King's Tribe. In fact, some powerful King's Tribes may only be slightly inferior to the Khan Tribe in terms of strength. The huge number of Kings' Tribe is the real heritage of the barbarians. .”
"The Hou tribe is a tribe with a population of more than 100,000, which is eligible to compete for the qualifications to enter the barbarian city. Those tribes that do not join the mainstream often directly belong to the Hou tribe."
After saying this, Mr. Bujue paused: "So, being tenth on the blood list is very dangerous."
Chen Luo didn't have any taboos and asked directly: "Why are you only in the top ten?"
Am I not standing high enough?
Mr. Bujue choked for a moment. After many years, he heard someone complain about his low ranking on the blood list, so he had to continue to explain: "Golden Tent City determines its ranking based on the potential harm to Man City. Those who can enter the top ten, Basically, they are all great Confucians, and they are great Confucians who have great hope of becoming saints."
"For example, your senior brother Lang Feixian is ranked fifth on the blood list."
"You are only six thousand miles away. Since the blood list was established, there are only two people who can enter the blood list with six thousand miles!"
"Li Qinglian, Su Poxian!"
Chen Luo then lost his doubts and asked, "Who is currently number one on the blood list?"
"Han Bingxiang!"
"What about the second one?"
"King Xinbei!"
"What about third?"
Mr. Bujue looked at Chen Luo: "The blood list is not a profound secret. Master Chen can ask Zhenxuan Si for a copy."
Chen Luo smiled awkwardly and cupped his hands: "I was curious and couldn't hold it back. I took the liberty."
"It doesn't matter."
"But there's something I don't understand. I'd like to ask Mr. Bujue to clarify it." Chen Luo seemed to have thought of something and asked again.
Mr. Butire nodded: "Please speak."
"The appearance of the barbarians is very different from ours, and the human race is strictly guarding against the barbarians. Is there any significance in the blood list they made? It cannot be assassinated!"
"Dao Master Chen must never have such thoughts." Mr. Bujue shook his head slightly, "There are always some people in the human race who either take advantage of the barbarians, or are angry that the human race is unfair to them, and some people read wrong things, and they feel more and more like the sky The eyeless barbarian has a way, and he is willing to be a monster with human skin and a barbaric heart. These are the forces that the barbarians can control."
"Then there are the barbarian girls among the barbarians. Those with pure blood can practice the art of 'sealing the eyes'. They close the barbarian eyes behind their backs or on the back of their heads, making it easier for them to change their facial features. In addition to being unable to have children with the human race, they can also act like fish and lurk in the world. Among the human race.”
"In short, be extremely careful when meeting a beautiful woman." Finally, Mr. Butire said solemnly.
Chen Luo straightened his body and returned the greeting: "Luo has remembered Sir's teachings. Sir, don't worry, Luo is not that kind of person!"
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