Dongcang City, "Yujia Diary".
On the first day of February, go to the theater.
On the second day of February, I listened to the complete version of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and I was so angry that I wanted to kill Chen Luo.
On the third day of February, I finished reading "The Romance of the West Chamber" for the third time. I love the matchmaker to death.
The fourth day of February, Yujia, Yujia, what are you doing? You have a heavy responsibility, how can you indulge in Dongcang City? Leave at first light tomorrow!
On the fifth day of February, listen to books.
On the sixth day of February, listen to books.
On the seventh day of February, listen to books.
The eighth day of February, ah! ah! ah! I’m going to get Luo Hongnu’s autograph today! !
The ninth day of February, Yujia! Have you forgotten your mission? Leave, must leave immediately!
On the tenth day of February, I learned how to make Yuren cake today. I’m so good... ah! Yujia, you are crazy!
On February 11th, I finally escaped from Dongcang City. Chen Luo, here I come.
February 12th, damn it, why does Leyacheng also have a troupe?
On February 13th, I finally found out that Chen Luo had gone to Qingning City! Chen Luo, I'm here to kill you!
…
On a clear day, a carriage was driving on the official road.
On the roof of the carriage, Chen Luo held a piece of weed in his mouth and looked silently in the direction of the blue sea.
Seven days have passed since Yun Siyao followed Fubo Longhou east to Yuanhai, and Chen Luo and others returned west to Daxuan.
On the seventh day of my senior sister's absence, I missed her.
The rough sea can no longer be seen, and Yun Siyao's concerned "little junior brother" voice can no longer be heard.
Xie Sansheng also left two days ago, but when he left, he left a wooden bell behind, saying that if he was worried about what he needed in the future, he would crush the bell and he would come to help no matter how high the mountain or the road was.
Not only because of the friendship of fighting side by side, but also because of the incense of ancient Buddhism.
But I also said, don’t make any fuss if nothing happens. During this trip to search for Sumeru, he Xie Sansheng lost two of his golden threads and lost a head of hair, but the loss remained the same. He has to go back and make up for it.
For a time, only Chen Luo, Lang Feixian, Jin Guagua and Mastiff Lingling were left on this journey.
Alas, life is lonely...
"That laugh reminds me,"
"My flowers,"
"In every corner of my life,"
"Keep it open for me quietly..."
Chen Luo softly hummed the melody in his memory, and the atmosphere was a bit melancholy.
"Gurgling gurgling..." Next to Chen Luo, a small pocket teapot was steaming on the small tea table. Jin Guagua made a cup of tea, picked it up and took a sip.
"Qua... (Common things like getting together and separation!)"
"Qua...(Old Chen, cheer up.)"
"Quagua... (Sister Yun is going back to practice, not running away with another man...)"
Chen Luo rolled his eyes at Jin Guagua, spat it out lightly, and shot the weeds in his mouth at Jin Guagua. The demonic aura on Jin Guagua shook and blew the weeds away.
Chen Luo stretched out: "I'm fine."
Of course Chen Luo is fine. As two people, how can he not accept a small separation? However, this is the time when love is strong, and it is inevitable to feel sad.
"Quaa? (Is everything okay?)" Jin Guagua looked unbelieving, "Quaa! (You've been sitting on the roof of the car for five days!)"
"I was controlling Fangcun Mountain!" Chen Luo explained.
This sentence is not a lie. Chen Luo knows very well that if he wants to take Yun Siyao back as soon as possible, he needs enough strength, and his strength comes from writing books.
Because the energy of Hongmeng was limited before, the speed of writing books was much slower, but now Fangcun Mountain is in hand, and one of the magical functions of Fangcun Mountain is to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, and then turn it into the energy of Hongmeng, which just makes up for Chen's energy. Luo's heavy needs.
After so many years of cultivation, Fangcun Mountain still retains some Hongmeng Qi, but those are those that are used a little less, so finding a location to plant the mountain as soon as possible is the most important thing.
According to Chen Luo's idea, the most ideal place for mountain farming should be Dayeling in Dongcang City. After all, he is based in Dongcang, which is considered his base camp.
But Dongcang City is close to Mantian, so it's not clear whether it will affect Chen Luo.
It is better to ask the teacher before deciding.
As for the Demon Clan Bodhi Land proposed by the mountain guarding monk, Chen Luo decided to give up. After all, there are too many uncontrollable factors in the Demon Clan Land, so it is not a good choice for him.
Chen Luo yawned again. To be honest, he had always been a little sleepy in the past two days. Maybe it was because controlling the area was a bit exhausting, so he didn't pay too much attention. Chen Luo lay down on the roof of the car: "I'll rest for a while."
…
Western Region.
Still in the small sandalwood courtyard, Fang Zhigu also yawned, looked at the white-robed monk in front of him, and said helplessly: "It's time to sleep in spring, Bodhisattva wants to accompany me to sleep?"
The monk in white clothes was not anxious or annoyed, and said calmly: "If you are willing, I can give alms in my body, why not?"
Fang Zhigu laughed dumbly, and the sleepiness on his face instantly disappeared. He sat upright and said, "Bodhisattva is joking."
The monk in white continued without changing his expression: "A few days have passed, and Chen Luo's matter has not been resolved yet. Recently, the Buddhist avenue has been trembling, and many disciples have reported that their practice has slowed down."
"Confucianism and Taoism teamed up to obscure martial arts, but the master still deduced that this change came from Chen Luo."
"Today, I want to know what senior brother's plans are."
"Where is the killer move?"
Fang Zhigu smiled softly. He could force this Bodhisattva to say so many words. It seemed that the person behind him put a lot of pressure on him. Fang Zhigu looked up at the sky, counted with his fingers for a moment, and said, "Well, it's almost time. It doesn't hurt to tell the Bodhisattva."
"Bodhisattva wants to know where the killer move is?"
Fang Zhigu raised his hand and wrote a word on the ground. The monk in white stared at the word.
That word is obviously the word "barbaric"!
The monk in white looked at Fang Zhigu, obviously waiting for Fang Zhigu to elaborate. However, Fang Zhigu did not do what he wanted. Instead, he talked about a topic that seemed to have nothing to do with this matter: "Bodhisattva remembers Emperor Wu?"
The monk in white nodded: "Martial Emperor Ye Longche, I know."
Fang Zhigu asked again: "Does the Bodhisattva know how Emperor Wu died?"
Hearing this, the monk in white thought for a moment: "It is said that he was cursed to death by the barbarians."
"The barbarians have a secret technique, which is called a curse. It can only be used once every ten years." Fang Zhigu slowly explained, "A hundred people from the barbarians are sacrificed to Mantian in exchange for a point of power, which can cross the sky, and then reduce it by 90%. With the last Divide your forces to attack and kill the target."
"The power of picking one out of a hundred." The monk in white frowned slightly, "And the target does not necessarily die."
Fang Zhigu nodded: "Yes, it's such a loss. So the barbarians only used it a handful of times."
"According to the information I have, the great Confucian Jia Yi in the previous dynasty died under this spell. However, correspondingly, the barbarians sacrificed two barbarian gods, four barbarian kings, and seven barbarian kings. What is the value? No one dares to say it’s not worth it.”
"The second use was against the Great Xuanwu Emperor. It was claimed that three barbarian gods and one barbarian sacrifice were sacrificed, but as far as I know, the real losses should be six barbarian gods, four barbarian sacrifices, and nine titled men. The great barbarian king hoped by God, and the sixteen great barbarian kings.”
"Even then, if Huo Qinglin, the powerful minister of Daxuan at that time, had not deflected the fate of Zhongjing for a quarter of an hour, the curse would still have failed."
The monk in white nodded slightly: "Are you going to instigate the barbarians to curse Chen Luo to death?"
"No need to instigate." Fang Zhigu said with a smile, "The barbarians have tower bones, so they will definitely persuade the Mantian Palace to use the method of curse killing. After all, Chen Luo's current cultivation level is still shallow, and in their opinion, there is no need to use the barbarian gods. Maybe if we dispatch one Barbarian Emperor and a few more Great Barbarian Kings, we can succeed."
"What is your method?" the monk in white asked.
Fang Zhigu said calmly: "I will give them another second-grade Bodhisattva. It does not care about the power, but uses the Buddhist way to hide the way of heaven. The power of one out of a hundred becomes five out of a hundred, or even ten out of a hundred."
"Enough to kill this kid."
Hearing this, the monk in white breathed a subtle sigh of relief: "One person is of the first rank, and several others are of the second rank, so he is worthy of the title of Chen Luona, the Master of Martial Arts."
"The scene of death is quite grand."
Fang Zhigu nodded in agreement: "He is not a disciple of Confucianism or Taoism, so he cannot mobilize the power of the Great Dao. But the martial arts is only six thousand miles away, and he cannot resist it. I am sure that he will die!"
The monk in white clasped his hands together: "What Senior Brother Fang said is absolutely true."
…
At the same time, under the barbarian sky, the Golden Tent City.
On the high throne, a mighty barbarian looked at the book in his hand. He read it very slowly, turning page by page. The tower bone stood below, lowering his head humbly, waiting patiently.
I don’t know how long I waited, but the barbarian on the throne finally finished reading the last page and shouted softly: "Ta Gu!"
Ta Gu quickly saluted: "Khantian, your most loyal subordinate Ta Gu is waiting for your inquiry."
"Relax, Ta Gu." Nahan Tian said gently, "What do you think of this Chen Luo?"
As he spoke, he put the book in his hand aside and saw four big characters written on the title: "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"!
"Hui Khantian, my subordinates think that the tenth ranking on the blood list is low."
"At least make it into the top five!"
Khan Tian on the throne nodded slightly: "What did the Buddhist Bodhisattva say?"
"Spontaneously igniting reincarnation, wrapping the curse and killing technique with the true meaning of reincarnation. As long as the spell is cast quickly enough, it can enter the sky without any loss."
"Buddhism is also anxious!" Khantian smiled softly, "What are the regulations of Mantian Palace?"
"One Barbarian Emperor, six Great Barbarian Kings, and ten Barbarian Kings." Tagu replied, "Now it will be no problem for the Buddhist Bodhisattva to open the way."
"They are all warriors of our Barbarian Clan." Khan Tian sighed, "Go to the Moon Clan yourself and bring back one of their Barbarian Emperors."
"Lamia said she sent an assassin, but obviously, the assassin failed. In this case, they should also make sacrifices."
Ta Gu saluted: "Yes."
Khantian waved his hand: "Go."
Ta Gu took the order and left the Golden Tent Palace, while Khan Tian turned his eyes to the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" placed on one side.
"Why can't we, the barbarians, give birth to such a genius?" Khan Tian sighed softly, "Are two barbarian emperors enough?"
As soon as the words fell, the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" gave birth to a ball of flame out of thin air, and was burned to ashes in an instant...
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