The Qingbo River is mighty and mighty. After traveling for thousands of miles, it seems that it has grown from a vigorous young man to a steady man. It slowly bypasses Lin'an City in Yuzhou and continues eastward.
The riverside is covered with green willows. It is early spring in February. If it were in the northern region, the ice and snow would still be melting. But deep in Lin'an City in the southern region, the grass has already grown and the orioles are flying. A gust of river wind blows, and the willows flutter, just like the waists of countless beautiful women swaying, which is so beautiful. He Zhizhang, a great scholar of the previous dynasty, once fell in love with the scenery and wrote an eternal saying: "I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors."
Lin'an City is built around a lake, and it is said to be related to Hao, the first woman in the human race who was a half-saint. Back then, Fu Hao was chasing the demon tribe here, and the demon tribe released poison in the Qingbo River, intending to poison the tribe's army. Fuhao moved from tens of thousands of miles away to the Rootless Lake in the East China Sea and broke the vicious attack of the demon clan. Thousands of years have passed, and the good woman has passed away, leaving only a flat lake here. Because Hanzhou had not yet been conquered at that time, Yuzhou was the westernmost territory of the human race, so it was named West Lake.
At this time, the sky was just right, and there was a lake-viewing tower on the bank of the West Lake. The lake-viewing tower was crowded with people. Whether they were merchants and nobles in rich clothes, or traders and footmen in coarse linen clothes, from the octogenarian with white hair to the young boy in the corner of Huangkou, all of them were listening attentively to the words of the thin old man on the stage. The thin old man looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with a rosy face. His green cloth robe had long been faded by washing, and he could be heard speaking clearly in a loud voice——
"The young man is the most heroic, finding a new way to bloom strange flowers. If it weren't for the bad luck of the human race, how could Chen Luo save the Wan family!"
The old man who spoke was full of energy and continued: "This limerick is about the lord of Dongcang City, Chen Wuhou, who opened up the martial arts. From the last chapter of our book, Chen Wuhou left the capital and went north. Thousands of people saw him off, and the three first-grade scholars each Let’s not mention the gift of eight hundred miles of spring breeze, eight hundred miles of light, and eight hundred miles of smooth road. I will only mention that Chen Wuhou was walking on the canal at night, saw the swaying boat lights, and chanted the poem "Resolute to Fishing Lantern" that is now spread throughout Daxuan."
"When the moon is dark, you can see fishing lanterns, and a single firefly. The gentle breeze makes waves scatter, and the river is filled with stars."
"Nowadays, martial arts halls are spread all over the world, martial arts academies and military schools are competing with each other, and countless people who are not talented enough to 'read through' have embarked on the path of warriors. The sky is really full of stars and the river is filled with stars."
"Today is the second volume of "The Record of Red Dust". I will explain it to you."
"The good young man shows off his power in the Northern Territory, and the Qiaowu Marquis Dongcang establishes his martial arts!"
As he spoke, the thin old man clapped the tree in his hand, and the fun began.
"Red Dust Record", published by King Jing's Mansion, collects anecdotes about the life of Wuhou Chen Luo and all his current works. It was reviewed by Wenchang Pavilion as a must-read book for martial arts practitioners.
Chen Luo was sitting in the audience, listening to the old man on the stage talking about his glorious past with great interest. It was like taking a big sip of ice drink in the summer. It was so refreshing and refreshing, but occasionally it would wrinkle. brow--
"Huh? Have I done this before?"
"Huh? When was I besieged by ten barbarians?"
"Huh? When did the barbarian girl become so fond of me?"
"Hmm...I know, it's artistic processing."
Jin Guagua sat on the table and looked at Chen Luo with disdain: How boring it is that he came here to hear about his book.
Chen Luo waved and immediately the waiter from Wanghu Tower came over. Chen Luo took out a banknote from his pocket and placed it lightly on the tray in the waiter's hand: "The old man's book is very good. This is Reward.”
"Thank you, sir!" The waiter immediately thanked him, and Chen Luo added, "I'll invite you to meet me at the lakeside later."
The waiter had a troubled look on his face at this time: "Sir, this old gentleman only talks about books and doesn't meet guests. This is the rule."
"It's okay." Chen Luo waved his hand, took out a greeting note from his arms, and put it on the tray, "When the old gentleman sees this post, he will naturally meet me."
The waiter looked suspicious, but since the guest said so, he had no choice but to agree. Chen Luo glanced at the stage again, then stood up and left.
…
Returning to his residence, Hupanju, Chen Luo picked up the map left by his teacher and looked at it. In the map, Bodhi Land is located south of Yuzhou, which is why he came all the way to Lin'an City.
At this time, Chen Luo had been separated from his senior brother Lang Feixian for three days. According to Lang Feixian's original intention, he was to escort Chen Luo into the Demon Clan all the way and not return to Lingzhou Bamboo Forest until he met his third senior brother. However, Chen Luo calculated it and realized that he had a first-class puppet named Cui Shanque, and he also had a puppet in his mind. Although the spirit is sometimes ineffective, the mountain guarding monk is not inferior to the first-grade in strength, plus the mastiff Lingling whose combat power is comparable to the second-grade, and the three Daojun-level bean commanders who have little merit but always work hard, and there are still Holding the map that sealed the teacher's full blow——
As for the senior brother, it seems that one more person is not too much, and one person less than him is not too much.
So he decisively persuaded Hui Langfeixian to go back to the bamboo forest and take charge. The main reason was to quickly improve his cultivation. He was only at the second level now, so what could he do?
I didn't hear what Second Senior Sister said, the petals were all knocked off.
After persuading the elder brother to return, Chen Luo was no longer on the bus. After changing his appearance slightly, he let Mastiff Lingling lead him thousands of miles, and finally landed in Lin'an City.
Thousands of miles south of Lin'an City is a majestic pass. In the past, when Emperor Lin was on the throne, the human race and the demon race cooperated happily, and it was called "Qingyi Pass". Later, when Emperor Wu ascended the throne, it was directly renamed "Zhennang Pass".
After leaving the pass, it is considered the realm of the demon clan, which the human race calls the Southern Wilderness.
As the saying goes, do as the Romans do. If you want to join the Monster Clan, you naturally need to have some understanding of the Monster Clan. It's a pity that Mastiff Lingling is a monster from the East Sea, and Jin Guagua grew up in Fuyun Mountain, so it is necessary to find an expert who is familiar with the monster clan to give guidance. Originally, Chen Luo wanted to visit the great scholar at Ziyang Academy in Lin'an City, but when he passed by Wanghu Tower, he happened to see the storyteller signboard outside the building, so he changed his mind.
I didn’t just go in and listen to the story because I saw the content.
While Chen Luo was having second thoughts, Mastiff Lingling ran in and said, "Sir, the old gentleman is here."
Chen Luo smiled happily, put away the map, stood up and walked towards the living room.
…
Chen Luo walked into the living room. When the old man who was telling stories on the stage saw Chen Luo, he was stunned for a moment, then looked puzzled, stood up and saluted: "Who are you? Why is there a greeting card from my sworn brother Nan Yuanxi?" ?”
Chen Luo laughed for an hour, wiped his face, and removed the illusion of disguise on his face, and said with a smile: "Sang Gong, you are fine!"
Who do you think this storyteller is? It was Mr. Sang Luosang who was as famous as Nanyuan Xi at that time. Later he left the capital with the determination to tell stories for the people of the world. He gained merit as a storyteller in Deyun Tower and was promoted to Master.
"Master Hou!" Sang Luo was shocked, and then his face became happy and he bowed quickly, "Sang Luo has met Master Hou!"
"Get up, get up." Chen Luo stretched out his hand to lift Sang Luo up and guided Sang Luo to sit down. Then he sat on the main seat and chuckled, "I didn't expect to see each other again in Lin'an after we said goodbye to Beijing. We are really destined. "
"The little old man is lucky." Sang Luo looked at Chen Luo with bright eyes, "Did the Marquis encounter some trouble and cannot reveal his whereabouts?"
Sang Luo was an old man, and when he saw Chen Luo disguised himself and used Nan Yuan Xi's invitation to look for him, he naturally understood something.
"It can't be called trouble." Chen Luo waved his hand and said casually, "It's just convenient."
Sang Luo originally asked casually, but seeing that Chen Luo didn't want to say more, he stopped asking. He secretly swore in his heart that he wouldn't tell anyone about his meeting with Chen Luo today. Then he held his hand and said, "I don't know where the old man is. Can you help me?"
He didn't think that Chen Luo specially invited him to express friendship.
Chen Luo was not polite, nodded and said: "I have some things to deal with and need to go to the Monster Clan. I heard from Nan Sheng that Duke Sang traveled to the Southern Wilderness in his early years, so he wanted to ask about some Monster Clan customs."
As the saying goes, it's better to use the raw than the familiar. The less people know about his trip to the Southern Wilderness, the better. On the way to Ziyang Academy, Chen Luo saw Sang Luo's name, and remembered that Nan Sheng had told some past events before, so he changed his mind and planned to visit Sang Luo first.
Again, I didn’t just go in and listen to the book because I read the content.
"The Marquis is serious." Sang Luo waved his hands quickly and said, "My master, Mr. Lu, loves education the most in his life. He has indeed gone deep into the Southern Wilderness to teach the etiquette of the human race and civilize the demon race. I am lucky enough to accompany you."
It is not unusual to civilize the demon clan. Most of the current supporters of the human race among the demon clan come from these demon clans who have been civilized by the human race.
Speaking of this, there is a strange thing. The reading talent of the human race is very low, and the monster race is even lower, but it still exists no matter how low it is, so there are also great demons in the three avenues of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism. Correspondingly, martial arts are exclusive to the human race. Not to mention the pure-blooded demon race, even half-demon cannot practice it.
It is precisely because of this that Chen Luo's name is spread among some of the upper echelons of the Monster Clan, but he is not well-known among the Monster Clan as a whole.
Sang Luo thought about it for a moment and then said: "Southern Wilderness is called the Hundred Thousand Mountains by the demon clan. Although they are collectively called the same clan, they are not all members of the same clan. Some people in the past said that the demon clan has three thousand and three names, but there are piles of mountains without names. .”
"It would take three days and three nights to talk about all the taboos of various tribes. This Lord Marquis can understand it on his own. I will tell you the main situation first."
"About five thousand years ago, the demon clan gave birth to a stunning demon emperor, who returned to his ancestors and became Qilin, who unified the demon clan. After the Qilin Demon Emperor established the Southern Wilderness Demon Kingdom, he disappeared out of thin air one day. Southern Wilderness The demon kingdom instantly fell apart and split into countless demon kingdoms, large and small. The large demon kingdom is half the size of Daxuan, while the smaller demon kingdom is no more than a mansion at best."
"At the end of the fight, the Hundred Kingdoms of the Demon Clan were formed with the ten strongest races as the core. The Demon Clan had an internal truce and established the Holy King Palace, which represents the will of the entire Demon Clan."
"The demon clan also began to learn from the human race's system, establish an administrative system, and even invited human race scholars to enter the Southern Wilderness, and also applied to send demon clan bloodline to the human race to study."
"In the most exaggerated times, many demon clans also sent a large number of demon clan women to the human race to seek breeding, especially the fox clan. Once these demon clan women became pregnant, they immediately brought them back and gave birth to a half-demon queen. If they awaken, read through Talents are focused on cultivating, and the history of the human race is called the 'Reign of Half-Demons'. This also laid the foundation for the future Confucianism of the human race to transform the demon race."
"However, the demon race is a multi-racial alliance. Among them, there are those who are friendly to the human race, and naturally there are also those who hate or even hate the human race."
"Since the Marquis has come to Lin'an City, he must be going south from Zhennan Pass. I wonder where the Marquis is going?"
Chen Luo hesitated for a moment and replied: "Two hundred miles south and about three hundred miles east. Which demon country's sphere of influence is Duke Sang?"
After hearing Chen Luo's words, Sang Luo pondered slightly, with a strange look on his face: "The hometown of Hongyan?"
"Sang Gong knows?" Chen Luo was a little surprised.
Sang Luo nodded and said with a smile: "Everyone in Lin'an City who has been out of Zhennanguan knows that after all, the story of Princess Roufu is still widely circulated."
"But it's not a nice place."
Chen Luo was surprised and asked quickly: "Why do you say this?"
Sang Luo coughed and explained seriously: "This place is a lake, known as the Eight Hundred Miles Lake, and it has always been the territory of the Hongyan clan."
"Back then, the Dapeng clan raided Jingze Lake, and there were some doubts that no one knew about until now. For example, the Dapeng clan's sphere of influence was on the hanging cliff five thousand miles southeast, and there were seven or eight demon kingdoms in between. Why not A surprise attack on Jingze Lake from thousands of miles away? Even the golden-winged rocs with the most noble bloodline in the clan also dispatched together. It is said that the snake clan demon country Wan Snake Valley was on full alert at that time, thinking that they were going towards them."
Chen Luo sighed in his heart: Because the Dapeng clan noticed the ancient Buddhist charm of Bodhi Land.
Sang Luo just said it casually and did not expect Chen Luo to know the answer, so he continued: "It's just that after the Hongyan clan was exterminated and the Dapeng clan occupied Jingze Lake, something strange happened again."
"What's weird?" Chen Luo was helpless. What should he do if the storyteller he brought out liked to tell stories? Just bear with it.
"All the Dapeng clan who participated in the attack, including the Golden-winged Dapeng, are all crazy!" Sang Luo sighed, "It is said that there is no difference between us and the enemy, and we will fight until death."
"The Dapeng clan initially thought it was the sorcery of other demon clans, until Peng Zu, who ordered the occupation of Jingze Lake, went to Jingze Lake, he actually went crazy."
"Since then, the Dapeng clan has given up on Jingze Lake. And with the Dapeng clan's precedent, no demon clan dares to approach it, so it is almost a dead land now."
Chen Luo's eyes flickered, his soul moved, and he sent a message to the mountain guarding monk in Fangcun Mountain: "Master, have you heard it?"
The monk guarding the mountain knew that the mountain would be planted in the near future, so he had not entered meditation. He sat on the mountain and calmly replied: "The Dapeng clan tried to practice the ancient Buddhist charms and inhaled the evil spirit of the inner demons. Naturally, they were confused and full of murderous intentions."
"That demonic thought can travel thousands of miles away and infect Fangcun Mountain through countless barriers. It is not difficult for a poor monk to turn into a demon with just one thought and invade an ordinary Peng Ancestor."
Chen Luo frowned slightly: "Can Fang Cunshan handle it?"
"Every square inch has its owner, the devil is one foot tall, and the Buddha is one foot tall. This is the truth, don't worry!"
After hearing the words of the mountain guarding monk, Chen Luo breathed a sigh of relief. This was when he heard Sang Luo's introduction again: "But Lord Marquis, if you want to go to the Hongyan ancestral land, there is one more important matter that needs to be clarified."
Chen Luo asked: "What matter..."
"Want to know..." Sang Luo had just said two words, then suddenly realized and laughed, "I'm used to it."
"Now this eight hundred miles of Jingze Lake has an owner."
Chen Luo was stunned: "Didn't you say that the Dapeng clan withdrew?"
Sang Luo nodded: "We evacuated. But in the past thirty years, a new force has arisen outside Zhennan Pass. They are headed by three great sages, who claim to be brothers. It took only ten years to conquer three thousand people outside Zhennan Pass." All large and small demon kingdoms within the area were wiped out, and a new demon kingdom was established, known as "Sizhu". This Jingze Lake is in Sizhu's country."
"As far as the little old man knows, Si Zhuguo has turned Jingze Lake into a forbidden area, and no one is allowed to approach it without permission. If the Marquis just takes a stroll, he may be able to find a way to accommodate, but if you want to do something there, It requires the approval of the three heads of the Si Zhu Kingdom."
Seeing Chen Luo frowning, Sang Luo quickly explained: "But Lord Hou, don't worry too much. Judging from Sizhuguo's attitude, he is still friendly to the human race. The imperial court also intends to treat Sizhuguo as a city wall in Yuzhou , as a buffer when the monsters invaded, so they also secretly gave them a lot of funding."
"It is said that most of the people in Si Zhu's country are half-demon who have been squeezed out by various clans within the demon clan. The so-called Si Zhu means the exile by the leader."
"It is worth mentioning that most of the half-demon in Sizhu Kingdom have awakened the talent of 'reading through', so their writing style is extremely prosperous, and they are extremely fond of splendid articles and poems, and they seem to have the potential to surpass Qingqiu. To be honest, Lord Marquis, you are now The number one figure praised by Si Zhuguo."
"With Lord Marquis's splendid culture, even if he changes his name and doesn't reveal his true identity, he will still be popular with Si Zhu. It will be much more convenient to discuss the matter of Jingze Lake at that time."
When Chen Luo heard this, he seemed to smell a strong smell of a routine.
"Si Zhuguo? Jingze Lake?"
"Extremely prosperous writing style?"
I always feel like it's directed at me, but there's no evidence.
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