The sword rides on the wind to eliminate demons in the world.
Yan Chixia stood on Xuanyuan Sword with her hands behind her back, looking relaxed and content.
Originally, Xuanyuan Jian didn't agree with him stepping on it, but he said that he wanted to come back and play with Le Ye as soon as possible. Riding the sword could speed up the speed, so the stupid sword immediately agreed.
Hehehehe...wuwuwu~
Three months later, seeing that she was about to reach her destination, Yan Chixia felt proud and sad, but suddenly felt a little emotional and hesitant.
I don’t know if the little yellow cat has been surrendered by the ancestors now. Or, with the cleverness of the cat, it sensed that the ancestors of various sects gathered together, and the powerful people came into the world. It was unable to match it, so it ran away early.
In today's troubled times, there is not so much bad blood among the various righteous sects. The Patriarch of Emei figured it out and would naturally inform other righteous sects. Otherwise, the Tao eliminates demons and the luck and spiritual veins cannot be maintained at all.
Hey, no matter what, the cat hasn't done anything bad. I hope he won't be so irrational and confront the ancestors of various sects. In this way, he can give an explanation for his true feelings, and Xuanyuan Sword will not rebel after knowing the news.
"Um?"
After Xuanyuan Sword paused, Yan Chixia stopped in mid-air, looked down, took out the map from her arms and compared it carefully, hesitated, and was dumbfounded.
Below the clouds, I saw what was originally the outskirts of the city, deserted and desolate, with a city wall standing a hundred feet high, like a giant dragon winding and circling, majestic and spectacular.
The city wall is made of huge granite stones. Each stone is polished as smooth as a mirror, and the joints are so tight that there are almost no gaps.
On the city wall, there is a tall beacon tower at regular intervals, like a giant on the city wall, overlooking the earth. The little yellow cat flag on the beacon tower flutters in the wind, solemn and solemn.
The bottom of the city wall is completely dark, and there are countless ants-like mortals decorating the city wall with exquisite reliefs, depicting the heroic deeds and myths and legends of emperors in the past.
Under the protection of the city wall, the city suddenly appears far behind. The streets are wide and straight, and various buildings are well-proportioned and orderly. These architectural styles are unique, including traditional cornices and brackets, pointed dome windows, and
A tree house is even just a door, with a cave inside.
The entire city is tightly guarded by this high wall, giving people an indestructible sense of security. As for the original Kyoto, it was surrounded by this big city and only occupied a small area.
Outside the big city, there are many elite guards standing guard on the official roads. People from other places are constantly queuing up to check and enter the city. They are then resettled and assigned to work soon. A few people go to relatives and go deeper inside.
Capital.
That's the real center of the world.
In the end what happened?
Pressing the sword light, Yan Chixia chose to line up and enter the city on foot. The inscriptions on the city wall and the flag seemed to be something special. Just by being close to him in the sky, he felt a strong threat, even the Xuanyuan Sword
He also silently bent the tip of his sword, unwilling to get close to him.
For the sake of the dignity of this new city and to give face to the city's owner, he did not fly in directly.
The city gate passed at an extremely fast speed, and only a few mortals would immediately rush out if they sensed some mechanism. Several guards in royal robes took the people away, causing some noise. Soon after, the team became quiet again.
What caught his attention was that at the city gate, whether it was the city guards or the imperial guards, they were all boiling with energy. Their physical strength was not inferior to him.
So scary!
After entering the city wall, there is a large open space. There is a large building between every section of the open space. There is a constant flow of people inside the building. There is a jade talisman at the door, which keeps playing a video.
"The new era is coming, develop cyber agriculture and become cyber farmers. You and I will become the cornerstone of the human world's counterattack against the world, for the sake of mankind!"
Above the image are various large-scale instruments being cultivated and raising livestock. Various grains and fruits ripen several times a year and can be harvested soon. The warehouses are filled with various grains.
As for livestock, chickens and ducks, under the influence of magical instruments, all their daily tasks are to eat, drink, lay eggs, and produce milk. What they produce in a year is ten times, or even hundreds of times, than before.
Of course, if these livestock or chickens and ducks are detected to be intelligent and have demonic powers, they can break away from their status as producers and become detached people: they are allies and warriors of the Human Alliance.
The only job of a warrior is to eat, practice, fight, open up territory, and deal with monsters and monsters. Fighting can obtain alliance contribution points, and the contribution points can be exchanged for freedom, secret techniques, positions, etc.
Moreover, there are currently several directors of large-scale livestock factories who are chicken demons, who are good at singing and dancing, and are very powerful.
Of course, nowadays, spiritual power is thin or even cut off, and the power to drive various magic weapons basically relies on human power. These can be said to be sweatshops.
The so-called sweatshops are those powerful warriors who use their blood to drive magical weapons, reclaim land, ponds, and mountains, nourish grains and fruits, and then use the grains and fruits to feed large and small livestock, and then produce meat, eggs, and milk to supply the warriors with blood and energy to practice, and then produce
cycle.
After such a calculation, it can be said that no one owes anyone anything. The Human Alliance is our own people and family members.
It sounded reasonable, but Yan Chixia always felt that something was wrong.
Most practitioners are aloof and seek immortality. Spending some time practicing to slay demons is a luxury for them. How can they spend the cost and energy to pay attention to the life and death of these ordinary people, as well as to eat?
Only they in Emei cultivate both Buddhism and Taoism, so they not only cultivate their own bodies, but also save all sentient beings and accumulate merit so that they can survive tribulations in the future.
Thinking of this, he quickly continued walking to the city.
Today's drastic changes really make him confused and even a little hesitant. He needs the ancestors to explain his confusion.
After a while, Emei stopped.
"What, the patriarch and the elders were drinking wine with the national guardian beast Le Ye in the Jiaofangsi, and they also spent a lot of money to take over the entire Jiaofangsi?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yan Chixia was stunned and suddenly doubted life.
He has only been on the road for three months, so how come the world has become completely incomprehensible to him? As a cultivator, with a pure heart and few desires, would the dignified Emei elders and patriarchs go to drink flower wine?
Crazy, the whole world is crazy!
No, he must bring the patriarchs back to the right path, otherwise the world will be over!
Yan Chixia dragged her hard and took the Xuanyuan Sword that she had not wanted to move since entering the city. Yan Chixia walked angrily in the direction of the original Jiaofang Division of the capital. As a well-known demon-slayer Taoist priest, he was certainly not familiar with that place.
But I once heard a friend of his say that it was not a good place because it harbored filth, sucked people's spirits, and tried every means to make hard-earned money.
After running and walking for three days, even at Yan Chixia's speed, she could barely reach the original city wall of the capital. It was really unimaginable to him that in just three months, the vast city wall in the suburbs was as long as a long dragon.
How was it established in such a short period of time?
It can't be built by all the great cultivators who spent their hard-earned spiritual power and worked hand in hand to build it, right? Is everyone so free?
Capital, city wall.
The defenders stood tall and straight, with firm eyes. They did not wear armor, and their muscles appeared tight and powerful in the sun, as if they were mountain peaks, solid and stable.
The power of Qi and blood is surging in the void, like a raging fire, maintaining an exciting fighting state at all times.
Even when Yan Chixia passed the city wall, she unconsciously felt the oppression of this power of Qi and blood. Her magic power seemed to be suppressed by a powerful force and could not operate as freely as usual.
This sense of oppression made him speed up his pace and pass by in a hurry, unwilling to stay any longer.
Since ancient times, serious cultivators like them have eaten the wind and drank the dew, meditated on themselves, cultivated their bodies, and refined their Qi to transform themselves into gods. In fact, what they were practicing was the pure Qi of heaven and earth.
The blood energy and evil spirit of the military formation can easily affect the operation of mana of the righteous monks, and even the soaring evil energy formed by the battle in the military formation may directly suppress the righteous monks into a mortal with no power to bind a chicken.
In this way, even a great monk may die if he is not careful in the military formation. Therefore, orthodox monks like them rarely participate in state affairs. One is afraid of being surrounded and killed by the military formation, and the other is of course afraid of the entanglement of cause and effect.
The human heart is made of flesh. As long as you stay in the secular world, you will inevitably have all kinds of relatives and friends. For example, Ning Caichen saved him several times and became a benefactor. Why don't you save him when you see him in trouble next time?
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"Hey!" She sighed and shook her head. Yan Chixia stood seriously in front of the Jiaofang Secretary's door with a serious look on her face.
As a Taoist priest who subdues demons, he really doesn't want to go to a place like this.
"Oh my, Master Yan, you are here. You don't know that Miss Lihua thinks about you day and night every day, and sheds tears. Come on, come on, the hall is occupied today, I will take you through the back door.
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Speaking of which, Master Yan, we haven't communicated with each other for a long time, how about I and Lihua serve you together today?" the charming madam said happily.
This Daxia Yan is very famous in the Jiaofang Division. She was like this when she first came out of the cabinet a few decades ago. I heard that she was only twenty years old at the time. But now, decades have passed, but her appearance has never changed.
The most important thing is that despite his poor appearance, this hero has profound martial arts skills and is very popular among girls.
Of course, the girl Jiaofangsi kept changed every few years.
"Ahem!" Yan Chixia coughed twice quickly, looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no one.
As mentioned before, the human heart is full of flesh, and it is most difficult to accept the kindness of a beautiful woman. Although he is a monastic, there are some things that are difficult to refuse and cannot be refused.
As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? In order to save all sentient beings, he has no choice but to sacrifice his life to feed tigers, sacrificing small virtues and doing great righteousness.
Not a big problem.
"Sir?" Seeing that Master Yan was hesitant, Mother Wang quickly comforted her: "Don't worry, Master Yan, the people in the hall today are all experts from various sects. The sisters inside are elegant and pure, and everyone is playing.
It’s plain and won’t disturb you.”
Yan Chixia was annoyed: "What nonsense are you talking about? My Emei Patriarch is in the building today. I came here to pay homage to the Patriarch."
Mother Wang's eyes widened, as if she understood something extraordinary.
This is what practitioners know how to play. Now that I am older and have seen too many games, I really start to pursue some exciting things. Is this what they often mean when they say people of the same religion?
Good guy!
Seeing that Master Yan's face was getting redder and redder, Mrs. Wang felt so blessed that she quickly said:
"Master Yan, the masters are all in the hall. They said they wanted to discuss important matters concerning the life and death of the people and the human race. They did not let anyone interfere. They only called all the sisters in Si Li to cultivate their sentiments.
I don't know what they are doing specifically. The hall seems to be sealed by some kind of barrier. You can't see or hear it. The food you deliver will fly in automatically when you put it at the door.
I’ll take you there right now.”
At the entrance of the hall, Yan Chixia took a deep breath and strode into the barrier.
He could already imagine the scene inside. The ancestors and seniors were sitting upright, with serious expressions and quarreling with each other, discussing ways to save the world.
Even in some key places, big monsters and big demons still need a certain powerful person to sacrifice their own lives and turn the tide. For example, the old demon from Black Mountain occupies the underworld, which cannot be solved without the help of Buddhist powerful people.
But once you enter the underworld, your physical body will most likely not be able to come back.
"Buzz~"
Once entering the boundary.
"Move once, dong dong dong, hit once, hit once, hey, get high!"
"Meow meow meow~"
In the hall, the light was dim and soft, filled with the faint smell of smoke and the rhythmic sound of music that shocked the soul. For a moment, Yan Chixia felt as if she was in a world different from everyday life.
Looking around, there are all kinds of people. Some people are sitting on high chairs, surrounding the middle wine table, holding wine glasses, chatting and laughing. Some people are twisting their bodies to the rhythm of the music on the high table, releasing their inner feelings.
Especially the little yellow cat, standing in the middle, its little head swaying up and down and left and right along with the music, its little tail swinging back and forth, its big eyes opened, and two beams of blue light shined up and down, causing bursts of screams.
There are also some people sitting in the corner, whispering, enjoying the private space.
Then, Yan Chixia's eyes were attracted by a figure. She was a woman wearing a tight black skirt, with long hair shawl, white beard and hair, and a pure face.
She sat elegantly on the leather chair on the table below, with her bare feet exposed, petite and white, holding a red glass wine glass in her hand. Her eyes were blurred, as if she was thinking about something.
Yan Chixia seemed to be attracted by her beauty and elegance, and couldn't help but cast her eyes at her. However, the woman seemed to be aware of his gaze, and suddenly turned her head and met his eyes.
At that moment, their eyes met, as if time had stopped.
Yan Chixia felt her heart beating faster and her face felt slightly hot. She quickly looked away, trying to hide her nervousness and embarrassment. However, he knew that this unforgettable moment had been deeply engraved in his heart.
There is no other reason, the main reason is that this woman turned out to be his ancestor of Emei: Ancestor Baimei!
