Walking in the school and in the fields every day, Wei Wuji pretended that he didn't notice. He had a trace of spiritual power and was always paying attention to himself and Shang Bo and Lu Ying beside him. He pretended to be harmless and kept doing things with his heart.
That day of killing seemed to have passed long ago.
Even the people in the three counties of Jiangzhou have gradually forgotten that Lord Sima once led all his men to smear the governor, and also fought a big battle.
That battle was tragic, and the lives of the people afterwards were also tragic.
Some people live, some people die.
People who are alive no longer think about long-term things.
The portraits are now almost in every household. After a bloody lesson, everyone understands that the benefits of burning incense and worshiping are actually their own. In this deceptive world, ordinary people are the rations of demons. They have no The solution is not to rely on oneself, but to rely on others.
In other words, rely on God.
When dark clouds drifted across the sky.
There were shouts and roars all around the city.
Wei Wuji's indifferent and calm gaze became a bit colder, and the false smile on his lips all the time became a bit more sincere.
"The time has come, do you remember what I told you?"
Wei Wuji walked through the school building step by step, ignoring the young students running around in a panic, his voice as low as a mosquito's hum.
"Remember, did that person deliberately let it go and pretend that the clone was incapable of doing anything? In fact, he blocked the four city gates to prevent us from leaving?"
"He may be wary of me, but he will never be wary of you. After all, in his eyes, you are not worthy of too much attention. If he devotes most of his attention to caring for you at this time, the power of the god's body will be greatly damaged. How can we save more than 700,000 people?"
Wei Wuji chuckled, and the golden dragon sword hanging on his waist made waves of light.
Beside him, the concubine Lu Ying did not move, but Shang Huainan turned into a ripple and silently ran into the long street, blending into the running people, and passed straight through the north gate without being disturbed. The soldiers guarding the city.
"Three years, how many three years are there in life, Uncle Shang, don't let me down, reveal the true situation here, report it to the court, and tell my father."
"Li Wuding himself is not worth mentioning. His strength is at the late third level, or at the beginning of the fourth level. However, his evil god cultivated through evil methods has absorbed too much incense of faith, but it cannot be underestimated. People who are not at the fifth level should not be underestimated. In the late stage of immortality, it is difficult to defeat him. It would be best if Father arrives in person and suppresses him directly, without giving him any chance to stand up."
I waited quietly for three years.
Wei Wuji finally waited until disaster struck.
He actually didn't know why there was a disaster every three years and a disaster every nine years, and the world was turned upside down.
But he understands that this kind of disaster cannot be solved by one state or one place. Even if he has the belief in the evil god and the incense net is spread all over the state, if he wants to protect the people, he must do his best.
At this time, as long as the evil god is not stupid, he will not focus most of his attention on himself who is doing things honestly.
As the saying goes, success is a portrait, failure is a portrait.
With such a portrait distracting his mind and the smoke everywhere, he must not be able to see through it at all. There is actually one less person around me.
Wei Wuji believed in the ability of his fairy sword. Although he could not fully control it, this sword was of the essence of the sixth level and could exert the great power of the late fifth level.
Without being fully suppressed by the incense divine power, he was still able to create a fake body and use some tricks.
"Unfortunately, my goal is too big to leave the city in person, otherwise it will attract attention. However, this is enough. With Shangbo leaving, as long as he leaves the divine law net and the faith network, with his footsteps, It won't be long before we can reach Chang'an."
"Li Wuding, you are dead."
Wei Wuji let out a long breath, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dark beast head with long horns suddenly emerge from the street not far away. It was filled with black energy and was about to swallow a running and frightened commoner into its mouth. , a beam of golden divine light fell from the sky.
boom……
The divine light spread out, and the pitch-black long-horned beast's head, like a melted wax torch, melted into a ball of black water, and then turned into blue smoke and dissipated.
There are beams of light everywhere.
Further away, there is also a dense network of golden light that bombards down from time to time.
While it is frightening, it also gives you a rare sense of security.
Far and near, countless people fell to their knees and shouted loudly.
"God bless you, Lord Governor bless you."
…
The Governor's Mansion, the third floor of the garden terrace.
Yang Lin stood quietly by the railing, looking thoughtfully in the direction of Sima Mansion.
"Can't you finally bear it? I originally thought that if I was safe, I would spare you once, but it's a pity that you don't know how to cherish it."
"Sir, has Wei Sima sent someone back to Beijing?"
Yin Wenjiao had a hint of sadness on her face.
In the past three years, not only has she not gained weight, but she has lost a lot of weight, and her face has become slightly pale.
Originally, Yang Lin thought that the little Tang Monk had gone to Jinshan Temple, and Monk Faming had never come down the mountain. He couldn't meet him even if he wanted to, so having a little boy with her might make this woman feel less sad and have more sustenance.
It's a pity that when it comes to having a son, if you have a son, you have it, and if you don't have it, you don't have it.
Obviously I don't have the ability of a Bodhisattva, so I can give birth to whomever I want.
The result is no.
Thinking too much is harmful to health, and Yang Lin suspects that Yin Wenjiao won't live long if this continues.
If in the original story, she still had thoughts, maybe she wanted to see her son again one day, maybe she wanted to forget everything, completely accept her fate, follow Li Wuding and live her life, completely becoming a bad woman.
However, things are different now.
Li Wuding has long since ceased to exist.
Not even ashes can be found.
As for Chen Guangrui, I heard that he is still alive and will come back in eighteen years.
And the husband in front of me, who I don’t know who he is, although he is quite nice, always makes people feel strangely uneasy.
The most important thing is that she knew about Fu Men's plan, and deep down in her heart, she probably knew that her son might be miserable in this life.
Even if he found it, why could he compete with such a powerful person?
Everything is doomed.
"Yes, Wei Wuji's eyes have been on the champion god, but he has not paid attention to me. But he doesn't understand that I have been staring at him?"
"Why don't you stop that old man Shang? If he really sends the letter to Chang'an, I'm afraid..."
"I thought you would want him to send a letter back? After all, it has been more than three years, and you may miss your parents. But in the end, I didn't write a letter or send anyone. In fact, I really Don’t care about that.”
Yang Lin shook his head and glanced at Yin Wenjiao with pity.
The other party is very virtuous, a little too virtuous.
She didn't write a letter to Chang'an for such a long time, maybe because she didn't want to make herself suspicious, or maybe she was already dead set on marrying a chicken, follow the chicken, and marrying a dog, follow the dog.
"So what if I wrote a letter?"
A trace of sadness flashed across Yin Wenjiao's face.
"Actually, there's something you don't understand. Since the day after our wedding, the court asked us to leave Beijing and rush to Jiangzhou to take office. Both the court and my family have completely given up on me."
"Otherwise, no matter how cruel he is, it is impossible for my father to come to Jiangzhou for more than three years without a letter or a single person coming to visit him."
yes.
Yin Wenjiao was actually right.
All this is indeed unreasonable.
Yang Lin couldn't figure out what kind of secret there was.
How many people are planning in it.
However, for eighteen years in Jiangzhou, no news was heard, no official was transferred, and no report was given. It was as if the entire court and the two families had suffered from amnesia, completely forgetting Chen Guangrui and Yin Wenjiao. There must be something weird in this.
but.
This kind of weirdness just gives me room to operate, otherwise, I would still be in trouble.
"Hey, the old monk left the mountain with Xiaobao... I was still worried about how to deal with the aftermath? This is just the right time."
As Yang Lin's thoughts moved slightly.
Killing demons and subduing demons.
A young Taoist in a green robe suddenly turned into water light, projected into the sky, and went straight down the river. In an instant, he surpassed Shang Huainan, who was running wildly with white beard and white hair, and fell into the Hongjiang River.
Entering the water silently, like a phantom, we arrived at a sparkling Crystal Palace.
The Qi Yuan clone appeared as a faint figure, and with a sway, it had long since become white-bearded and white-haired, with a stooped figure.
He performed complex tricks with both hands, and in a flash he reached the "corpse" of "Chen Guangrui" clone, picked it up, and rushed out of the Crystal Palace, breaking the water and rushing out.
From behind, the dozing old dragon roared wildly, his eyes were blood red, and he chased after him with fierce anger.
The water in the Hongjiang River was three feet high, and the dragon ascended to the sky, swimming in pursuit of the white-bearded old man who had stolen the "corpse."
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