"That's what happened."
Next to the official road, Mastiff Lingling set up a small tea seat. Chen Luo told Lang Feixian the thrill just now in a few words. The purple jade teacup in Lang Feixian's hand was almost crushed by him.
"Hiding the Heavens Curse!" Lang Feixian said the name of this spell. Li Qinglian also suffered from this curse back then. I don't know how many blood sacrifices the barbarians made, but in the end the blood sacrifice incarnation was directly killed by Li Qinglian, so Lang Feixian naturally understood .
If the Sixth Junior Sister hadn't left behind the mighty Tianlong's ancestral dragon intention before she left, she might not have been able to catch up with the Mountain Guarding Monk to take action.
Chen Luo took a sip of tea. In fact, he still had a trump card, such as the illusory Buddha Road. At the critical moment, Chen Luo would not cling to it and would definitely use it to blow it up.
Besides, even if the mountain-guarding monk doesn't come out, Fang Cunshan can take the initiative to help him block a blow.
Of course, since these didn't happen, there's no need to say more.
"I didn't expect it to come to this!" Lang Feixian said softly, "The Hiding Curse can only be cast once in ten years, otherwise Mantian will not be able to bear it. After this time, you don't have to worry about such strange killings for the time being!"
"But..." Lang Feixian changed the subject, "Junior brother, we may have to adjust our plan."
Chen Luo was confused and asked, "What's the plan?"
"You can't go back to Dongcang for a short time!" Lang Feixian said.
"Why?" Chen Luo was stunned. He was still waiting to meet the teacher and then go back to plant mountains.
"Because it's too close." Lang Feixian said seriously.
"Half a year ago, you were a martial artist with three thousand miles. You went to Dongcang City on the border of human and barbarians to seek safety in the midst of great danger. The barbarians didn't care about you, and the Fang family didn't dare to do anything on the northern front, so you were allowed to have it. There is no room for moving around.”
"Now that the barbarians have actually used the Curse to Hidden Heaven, and colluded with Buddhism, then this 'Da'an' is not safe."
"If they try to kill you even if they lose a few barbarian gods, even if the semi-saint steps in to stop them, the aftermath will still be enough to kill you ten times."
"Or perhaps mobilize ten barbarian kings to raid Dongcang, just like the original Taiping City."
Lang Feixian carefully analyzed one by one with Chen Luo: "The human race does not have that much combat power to match in Dongcang City."
After saying that, Lang Feixian sighed; "Since you have even seen the Formless Demon, I don't have to hide it from you anymore."
"Don't blame the human race for not equipping you with enough protection."
"For a long time, the enemies of Daxuan, or the human race, have never been just the barbarians."
"Today's Buddhism is not the ancient Buddhism. It is not of the same mind as the human race. It is like a sleeping tiger on the side. There are many races in the demon clan, and they all have their own opinions on the human race, but these are not the most important." Lang Feixian pointed at the sky. "But the most important thing is that there is a devil outside the sky!"
Chen Luo hesitated for a moment, and then added: "There are also collapsed realms in Daxuan territory, the endless Yuanhai, and the lineage of true dragons."
Lang Feixian nodded: "Second- and third-grade great scholars are easy to talk about, but they can't use the key points. But in the first-grade Zhengtong state of mind, one person is really used as two, or even three or four."
"Nowadays, in the entire Daxuan Dynasty, there are only four first-rank prime ministers who govern the common people. Zhenxuansi oversees the world, and there are only four first-rank kings in the southeast, northwest and northwest. This is evident from the shortage of manpower."
"Not to mention the Confucian sect, even if it is a Taoist sect, the only first-grade Taoist masters who really often appear in front of people are the seven heavenly masters from the Longhu Xuantan lineage. Where are the rest? Above the Yuanhai, outside the sky."
"So even if the holy church is moving around, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deploy ten free first-level scholars to protect you!"
Lang Feixian said a lot of words in one breath. Chen Luo smiled softly and waited for Lang Feixian to finish speaking before saying, "Elder brother, I don't blame the human race."
Chen Luo has always been targeted. Although everyone wants to protect him, there will always be imperfections. Lang Feixian was also worried that Chen Luo would be resentful. Fortunately, Chen Luo's matter was not a secret, so he simply took this opportunity to speak openly and clearly.
Even if Chen Luo is just a child in his opinion, he must communicate truthfully.
Originally, the teacher should have said this in person, but Lang Feixian decided to give it a try.
If Chen Luo still has objections, then blame him.
It's not that the human race doesn't know how precious Chen Luo is, it's just that... the situation is difficult.
Chen Luo didn't know that when he left Beijing and headed north, when he first established his foothold in Dongcang, when he was about to change the river and return to the sea in Leya, Zhenxuan Si secretly blocked many assassinations for him.
Chen Luo also didn't know that Kong Tianfang repeatedly denounced the literati's shame, and Yan Baichuan and Sima Lie rushed to Dongcang again and again, which was to publicly frighten the forces with evil intentions.
When he traveled six thousand miles and the whole court was filled with joy, how many people smiled and worshiped in front of the newly added token, telling them that their death was worth it.
No one told Chen Luo this.
"You don't blame the human race?" Lang Feixian confirmed.
Chen Luo poured a cup of tea for Lang Feixian, filled another cup himself, and smiled: "Elder brother knows that a year ago I was a silly boy in Wan'an County and was almost killed by a ghost. "
Lang Feixian nodded, and Chen Luo continued: "Actually, I was dreaming at that time, a dream of nineteen."
Lang Feixian asked curiously: "What did you dream about?"
Chen Luo raised his head, with nostalgia in his eyes: "I dreamed that I was born in a country, that country is called Huaxia, and the flag is as red as blood."
"Born under the red flag and growing in the spring breeze, the people have faith, the country has strength, and the nation has hope. Wherever you look, you will see China."
"That world is not peaceful, it is just peaceful in China. Because there are always the bravest people protecting her!"
"The people have a peaceful time, and the heroes move forward with heavy burdens."
"The human race is very similar to her." Chen Luo wiped the tears from his eyes as he recalled, "Benevolent, righteous, polite, wise and trustworthy, gentle, courteous and thrifty."
"You may not be able to defeat all enemies, but you will do your best to protect all your people."
"Don't treat the weak like ants, don't treat the weak as ants, and don't treat the strong as a blessing."
"I've seen Wang Zi'an's thousand-year wait, the desperate defense of the Northern Territory battlefield, the veterans of hundreds of battles who never regretted it, and the deadly battle for peace in Taiping City... Why should I be dissatisfied with such a human race?"
"Taking a step back, after everything I have gone through, which step is not the love and care of human beings?"
"Fourth Senior Brother, Sixth Senior Sister, and Senior Brother...haven't you done enough for me? Aren't you a human race?"
"So, senior brother, if you feel guilty, don't underestimate me!"
Seeing Chen Luo's serious eyes, Lang Feixian was stunned for a moment, then smiled. The laughter became louder and louder, like a stone falling from his heart.
He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and spat it out.
"Bah, bah, bah! At this time, it's time to drink! Mastiff Lingling, do you have any wine?"
"Yes, yes! The best Bailu wine!" Mastiff Lingling said, a wine jar appeared in his hand and fell on the table.
Lang Feixian shook off the sealing mud, raised the wine jar and started drinking.
Chen Luo looked at the suddenly bold and bold Lang Feixian and asked weakly: "It's just that if I don't return to Dongcang, where will I go?"
Lang Feixian put down the wine jar and said: "At worst, we will go back to the bamboo forest. The fourth and seventh children have been staying in the bamboo forest. One more of you is not much."
Chen Luo said smoothly: "Isn't Second Senior Sister here?"
Lang Feixian was stunned, burped in panic, looked around, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Junior brother, don't mention your second senior sister when you're drinking!"
"Not good for drinking!"
Chen Luo was about to speak when suddenly the space rippled, and a hidden weapon seemed to pierce the space, flying towards Lang Feixian with a sonic boom. Lang Feixian stretched out his hand to grab it, but the hidden weapon suddenly flickered and missed Lang Feixian. The palm of his hand "smashed" directly onto Lang Feixian's face.
In Chen Luo's eyes, Lang Feixian's face was almost deformed by the smash, and he was sent flying three feet away, but the "hidden weapon" fell down on the spot.
Chen Luo was just about to improve his luck skills when he saw clearly the appearance of the hidden weapon - an embroidered shoe.
At the same time, Lang Feixian jumped up and pointed at Chen Luo: "Chu Chu, junior brother insists on drinking some wine, you have to take good care of it!"
Chen Luo was stunned, turned his head, and saw a figure slowly walking over in the originally deserted wilderness.
A black and white Mist Beast that was even larger than Wu Li Tao appeared in his field of vision. There was a woman sitting on the shoulder of the Mist Beast.
She looks to be in her early twenties, wearing a goose-yellow skirt and holding an emerald green bamboo stick in front of her chest with both arms. The woman does not look like Yun Siyao, but she is full of heroism and yet still graceful. , just like a mortal fairy, she is also a first-rate beauty. At this moment, the woman had one bare foot. She threw it away and the bamboo stick in her hand was inserted into the ground where Lang Feixian's legs could only be seen. Half of the bamboo stick was inserted into the ground. The woman smiled and turned her gaze to Chen Luo.
"Little brother, Wosi, your second sister!"
