"Fellow Daoist Huang, are you here, Daoist Huang?"
Wen Zhong was worried, suppressing the anxiety and longing in his heart, riding Mo Qilin, climbing mountains and wading rivers as if walking on flat ground, and not long after, he arrived under an old pine on the top of Qishan Mountain.
He felt that there was something unusual about the energy here.
But no one could be seen.
After looking at it with magic and magical powers, I didn't see where Yang Lin was. My heart sank and I asked in a deep voice.
"well……"
There was a sigh from beside me.
It rang in my ears.
Wen Zhong was so frightened that he suddenly turned around, his body swept ten feet away, and he almost whipped him out. Looking back in surprise, he saw a man wearing golden armor and white robes, with a long sword on his shoulder, a face like a crown of jade, and two The young general with slanted eyebrows was looking at him quietly.
"Fellow Daoist Huang!"
"The Grand Master's defeat has been determined at this time. Why not just follow Cong Tian's numbers and turn around? We, the Taoist cultivators, all understand one truth. Those who follow nature will be at ease, and those who defy nature will work hard. Now that the great catastrophe has begun, life and death cannot be controlled by one's care. , Thousands of years of Taoism will be wasted, and even your life will be lost. This cannot be done forcefully..."
Before Wen Zhong could speak, Yang Lin's face was full of compassion and he began to persuade.
"Fellow Taoist, what you said is wrong." Hearing that the third eye between the eyebrows of the Grand Master suddenly opened, his hair stood up, he shook his head and smiled and said: "Since I established the religion, I have never cared about what God will do, I only want to die from death. How dare you retreat without a fight if you intercept a glimmer of hope and where your Taoist heart lies. Although Xiqi is powerful at this time, it is still an opportunity. The adversity will eventually pass and things will turn around. When the time comes, it will be Jiang Ziya and others' turn. Everyone was defeated and died..."
"Is there a chance of survival?" When Yang Lin heard this, a strange smile appeared on his face. This was not a sarcasm.
But a kind of understanding...
When a catastrophe begins, no matter how wise, decisive and smart the people in the situation are on weekdays. If something really happens, you will be confused and unable to see the truth at all.
'I can win. If I work harder, I will make a comeback. Survival from desperate situations is right in front of me...'
This is actually all kinds of illusions.
Only when the body and soul are destroyed will they suddenly wake up, but by then, it is already too late.
Wen Zhong was like this, Zhao Gongming was like this, and so was Empress Sanxiao.
However, when their eyes are red with murder, who will see that the almighty God has revealed its cruel fangs?
The reason why Yang Lin persuaded Grand Master Wen to retreat was not because he really wanted to persuade him to change his mind, but to tell him tactfully that no matter what he wanted to do during this trip, it was extremely dangerous, unreasonable and rude, so he should stop talking about it first. mouth.
However, Grand Master Wen had obviously reached the point where he was in a hurry and sought medical treatment.
The dough is really thick.
His eyes moved slightly, with a bitter look on his face, "This time, Uncle Zhao was secretly plotted and fell into the vicious curse of the demon clan such as the Seven Arrows Book of Nails. He is already in a coma and cannot control himself. I hope fellow Taoists will see that he is in the same court." For the sake of being an official, you can help us and others. If we succeed in the future, we will never forget the great kindness of our Taoist friends today, and we will be richly rewarded in the future."
'Have you finally entrusted me with this extremely dangerous task? '
Yang Lin still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were slightly cold.
Doesn't Master Wen know how tightly defended the Xiqi Camp is now?
No.
he knows.
Two generals, Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi, had just failed to steal a book and had their heads hung on a flagpole by the Xiqi formation. The other party didn't even bother to exchange prisoners and directly killed people in demonstration, showing their iron-blooded will to never hold back.
It can be said that no matter who wants to steal books in Xiqi Camp at this time, they are all just like meat buns and beating dogs, and they will never come back.
Even Master Wen didn't dare to go there.
In fact, he knew very well in his heart that even with his ability, going there would lead to death.
So, why did he invite it on himself?
It's just that I want to give it a try. It will be better if I succeed, but it won't be worse if I fail.
Other people's lives are always worthless.
If Yang Lin hadn't had his own intentions, Yang Lin would have sprayed him as far away as possible.
Didn’t you see that you arranged for all the soldiers and generals under your command to leave? You obviously don't want to deal with the war anymore, but you still open your mouth and ask me to die. It's really a big honor.
However, it is not necessary at this time.
Waiting in Qishan is just to embark on this journey.
"Is there bound to be a generous reward in the future? No, no, it's better to go see fellow Taoist Gongming first. Grand Master, you can't decide whether to reward generously or not..."
What good reward can Master Wen give?
The answer is no.
Although he is most suitable for the Prime Minister Chao Gang, governing the world, and his moral conduct, he is not very outstanding.
There is no such thing as a magic weapon.
He might not be able to beat even one of the Twelve Golden Immortals.
In a duel, most of them would be at a disadvantage and would be beaten to death.
Of course, as a third-generation disciple of Jie Jiao, having this ability is actually very powerful, and he is worthy of the title of Grand Master.
However, this one is almost done. Even the Shang Dynasty is about to be finished.
Even Jie Jiao has entered the countdown.
They couldn't see clearly, but Yang Lin knew it very clearly.
Now, no matter how many promises and benefits are made, they all come to nothing in the end.
Therefore, it is not as reliable as Zhao Gongming's promise.
After all, he took this risk in order to save the life of this great disciple of the outer sect of Jie Jiao.
The kindness is too great to be repaid.
…
When he saw the future God of Wealth, he was already haggard, his eyes were red, and his skinny face was burning with anger, and he looked slightly crazy.
Master Wen hurriedly stepped forward and introduced: "Uncle Zhao, this person is Huang Tianhao. He defeated Xiqi so hard that day that he did not dare to go eastward. His martial arts and Taoism are all unpredictable. My nephew asked him to steal the book. He must have something." Some certainty.”
"Is this true?"
Zhao Gongming's face showed a slight trace of death, and his eyes gained a little more luster. He steeled himself, half-sited up and asked.
"Fellow Taoist Gongming, let's not ask about the certainty. Going to Xiqi Camp to steal the Seven Arrows Book is indeed the only way to relieve our fellow Taoist from danger. However, the twelve golden immortals opposite, including Ran Deng and Taoist Lu Ya, We are all waiting for it, this trip is very dangerous, it can be said that there is a narrow escape..."
Yang Lin pondered for a moment and immediately stopped going around in circles: "If a poor Taoist is lucky enough to steal the Arrow Book and come back to save the life of his fellow Taoist, he won't want to go all the way in vain."
"What do you want? I'll give it to you..."
Zhao Gongming is obviously more honest than Wen Zhonglai.
The brief moment of sobriety made him unwilling to miss the glimmer of hope.
For some reason, when he saw Yang Lin, he felt that this young Taoist cultivator, who looked young, felt a little bottomless.
Standing next to Wen Zhong, the energy in his body fluctuated, and he actually overwhelmed Wen Zhong.
As long as he stared carefully, surprisingly, he could still feel the slightest threat, as if his life would be in danger if the other party attacked.
This is a bit incredible.
