Eight hundred and thirtieth eight chapters plan failed
"gone."
The old gentleman held the jade hosta and flew away in the wind, while Ning Haoshou's ethereal figure slowly dispersed. His soul was protected in the jade hosta. Wherever the jade hosta was, Ning Haoshou was there.
Not long after, the old gentleman floated and landed on a huge lake.
Lingque Lake is the place of Dinghai planned by Confucian Wenlin.
In fact, the Shuzhou conspiracy was almost planned by the old man. The final result was good, but there were still some deviations, such as the deaths of Xiao Cong and Liu Xingshu. But life and death depended on God. Even if the old man
A saint, there are always some mysteries that cannot be understood in the results he deduces. In the final analysis, it is still the same sentence, manpower will eventually be exhausted.
In the evening breeze, the old man stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking Lingque Lake, and said with a smile: "Although Dongyue is gone, Lingque Lake is enough to replace Dongyue. Ning Haosou, as the Lord of Dongyue Mountain, you will die for the human race."
, Now that I have the protection of the great road, are you willing to serve as the Lake Lord of Lingque Lake, and from now on, as the Lake Lord, guard the eastern border of the human race and the Dinghai Formation?"
Ning Haoshou straightened his clothes, cupped his fists and said, "Ning Haoshou, you will definitely live up to your mission!"
"Okay, your words are enough."
The old man floated on the lake, stepped on the lake water with his feet, and made golden ripples. He smiled and said: "Old man, I don't know if I can get you a heaven and earth seal with my thin face."
If there is, that would be the best result. If not... then go to Baidi City and find the little emperor to ask for an imperial title for you."
"Thank you, Mr. Fu Sheng!"
Ning Haoshou knelt on one knee on the lake, his body motionless.
The old gentleman took out a writing brush from his arms, dipped it in the lake water and wrote in the air. The words he wrote were like gilded gold, and dragons and phoenixes danced for a while, and literary fortunes circulated.
…
Baidi City, Yanfu Palace.
The old woman in elegant palace attire frowned, it was the Queen Mother He. The intelligence from Shuzhou came one after another, some of which made her uneasy. The He family was deeply rooted in Western Shu, and there was a person above the Queen Mother He.
He was an elder brother, and the son of this elder brother was none other than He Shufan. Now He Shufan has been confirmed to have been killed in the Qinling Mountains. Not only He Shufan, but also all the 500 monks who followed him were killed.
The culprit is Gu Yanshu, who is holding the Xunlu Sword.
Not far away, Jinan King Zhao Qiyang did not fall asleep early, but sat on the chair with a big belly, drinking fragrant tea. After taking a sip of the new tea, he glanced at the Queen Mother He who was not far away, and said lightly: "
The changes in Shuzhou have come to an end. No amount of anger and sadness will help at this time. Now that the dust has settled, Confucian Wenlin's plan is the Dinghai Formation in Lingque Lake. This formation has become the country of our Great Shang Dynasty.
It has finally become stable again. Now, the Queen Mother must know what is the most important thing in Shuzhou, right?"
"What's the matter?" Queen Mother He frowned.
Zhao Qiyang suddenly sneered in his heart. Such a stupid person is really not suitable for the position of the Queen Mother. He smiled and said: "Lingque Lake has replaced Dongyue and has become the enemy of the Eastern Territory of the Human Race and Shuzhou."
Zhu, so it is very important who will take the position of Lingque Lake Lord. It is just right. He Shufan, the leader of the eleven realms, just died for the human race, which can be regarded as a sacrifice for the human race. If the Queen Mother wants the He family to stand firm in the court
, shouldn’t we fight for the throne of Lord of the Lake?”
Empress Dowager He took a deep breath and said: "I understand. Tomorrow at the court, I will advise Jing Heng and propose that his cousin He Shufan be granted the title of Lord of Lingque Lake. This will definitely protect him and his country forever."
Please give His Highness King Ji Nan a few words of kindness tomorrow. Gu Yanshu is the God of Killing reborn, and He Shufan's death is ultimately for the sake of the human race."
"Um."
King Ji Nan nodded.
But at this moment, suddenly through the window, you can see a light coming from the east.
"what happened!?"
King Ji Nan and Queen Mother He both shuddered slightly.
At this moment, a figure floated in. It was Cao Ying, a sword cultivator in the Twelve Realm. She knelt down on one knee towards King Jinan and the Queen Mother and said: "Queen Mother, Your Highness, there seems to be a Yin God in the Eastern Shuzhou area..."
He is receiving the seal of heaven and earth, and if nothing unexpected happens, the power of the seal should come from Lingque Lake."
"What?!"
King Jinan suddenly lost his composure and stood up and said, "Who was granted the title of Heaven and Earth in Lingque Lake?"
"I don't know."
"..."
King Jinan gritted his teeth, while Queen Mother He suddenly fell into her chair, her expression becoming increasingly ugly.
The conferment of heaven and earth is the thing that secular dynasties are most afraid of seeing. Almost all the gods consecrated by heaven and earth do not look at the imperial court. After all, no matter how strong the secular dynasty is, they do not dare to fight against heaven and earth. If they really want to kill the gods consecrated by heaven and earth, it is
It must be contaminated by cause and effect, and this cause and effect directly falls on the fate of the country. No dynasty dares to overstep this step.
Lin Xingchu of Xijianjiang River, Su Fu of Snowy Tianchi, Shang Xuli of Dongting Lake, and the former Ning Haoshou of Dongyue. These are all gods enshrined by heaven and earth, and they have never had a good look towards the Great Shang Dynasty. Now,
The newly-emerged Lingque Lake has another lake king who is enshrined in heaven and earth, which makes it even more unpleasant.
…
Lingque Lake.
Ning Hao stood on the lake, and the sky and the earth were covered with golden words of the heaven and earth seals. These words were all inspired by the old man. Now the heaven and earth seals fell on Shang Xuli, a ten-year-old man.
The Yin God of the Second Realm once again accepted the imperial title and officially became the first Lake Lord of Lingque Lake after the war.
In the air, golden water transports crisscrossed, turning into wisps of gold and falling on Ning Haoshou's armor. When he raised his hand, wisps of water transports quickly passed through his hands and formed a Lake Lord Divine Sword. For a moment, Ning Haoshou
The scene in his golden eyes changed from a mountain with thousands of cliffs to a lake with vast expanse of blue waves, and the whole person became more transcendent.
"Shua~~~"
A golden cloak fluttered behind Ning Haoshou, and the tail of the cloak was dragging strands of water transport. These water transports were connected to the entire Lingque Lake. The moment Ning Haoshou took a deep breath, he had completed the Lake Lord's seal and officially became the
He is the person in charge of Lingque Lake. Unfortunately, the previous Lake Lord Temple has been razed by the big demon, so it has to be rebuilt, but it doesn’t matter. A Lake Lord who relies on the big lake, it doesn’t matter whether he has a place to live.
Yes, due to the seal of heaven and earth, even if there is no incense in a short period of time, it will not affect Ning Haoshou's combat power at all.
Today, Ning Haoshou has returned to his peak. The Lord of the Lakes of the Twelve Realms, standing on the waters of Lingque Lake, is a Lake Lord of the Thirteenth Realms. Moreover, the Divine Sword has been recast, coupled with the Dinghai Formation of the Sun, Moon, Water and Fire Rods.
In return, in fact, Ning Haoshou's Thirteenth Realm is slightly stronger than the ordinary Thirteenth Realm gods, and I'm afraid it is only slightly inferior to Lin Xingchu.
"Okay, you're done."
The old gentleman patted the wine gourd on his waist and walked on the water.
"My lord."
Ning Haosou knelt on one knee on the water and said softly: "Actually, at first, I thought... the Lord of Lingque Lake belongs to the scholar who borrowed the power of heaven and earth, the young man named Liu Xingshu..."
"My Xingshu..."
The old man spread his fingers, as if he wanted to catch the evening breeze full of lake scent, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch the slightest bit of Liu Xingshu's soul. He couldn't help but have red eyes, and said: "My Xingshu died in the world.
It must be done thoroughly. All the marks of life are left on the Dinghai Formation. It seems that when he decided to die in the world, he had no intention of giving himself the chance to become a god. Since he doesn't want it, I can't force it on him... My family
Although Xingshu has vanished into thin air, the sect will remember him..."
Ning Hao's golden eyes were quite moved and he said: "No matter whether Mr. Liu Xingshu's soul remains in the world or not, when the Hujun Temple is rebuilt in the future, I will leave him a shrine to worship the gods."
"Um."
The old gentleman nodded and immediately drifted away.
…
Northern Territory, Tongjing Lake.
Lin Zhao floated down, dressed neatly in white, and raised his fists towards Tongjing Lake and said: "Miss Han, Zhang Xicheng, are you at home? If you are home, please let me know. Lin Zhao happened to be passing by, so it's inconvenient to stay for a long time."
For a moment, the blue waves were rippling in the lake, and in the night, shining peach petals were swaying in the lake. In the blink of an eye, thousands of peach blossoms condensed into the figure of a very beautiful woman, dressed in a pink dress,
With a slim and graceful figure and a pretty face like a flower, it is Han Yurou.
"Um?"
Wei Huarou raised her eyebrows, she is a peach blossom demon, she is so good-looking.
She turned around and glanced at Lin Zhao, and couldn't help but feel a little angry. How many such beautiful women on the mountain did this guy know?
…
In the mountains.
A tomb stands in the moonlight. It is the tomb of Lin Zhao and Xiao Conglei.
The old gentleman floated down, feeling a little sighing. He unscrewed the stopper of the gourd, poured a line of wine in front of Xiao Cong's grave, and said, "It's just like what Xing Shu said. In fact, your husband knew that you didn't practice your sword with all your strength, so he still
He took some time to miss her, but he didn't blame you. This is what young people should be like. Just like the cold weather in my family, the moon in front of the window, the book in hand, and the sweetheart are all indispensable. We Confucian scholars are also
It’s not just grass and trees, it’s a blessing to have a woman you love in your heart.”
He sat in front of the grave, his eyes slightly red: "I still have something to do."
He paused for a long time and finally said: "Xiao Cong, your husband is in the Thirteenth Realm, and it is the Thirteenth Realm that the Confucian Academy is more capable of fighting, so... he went to Tianwaitian to resist the swarm of people.
The undefeated inner demon is gone just like you, but he is not as lucky as you. He doesn’t even have a grave. He was killed by the inner demon, and even his soul cannot come back. I don’t know if he can follow him.
You are just as lucky, there will still be a woman in this world who is thinking about him in her heart."
Inside the tomb, a gray figure came out, it was Xiao Cong's soul.
He didn't say a word, he just walked to the edge of the cliff alone, knelt down and bowed to the sky, didn't say a word, just cried loudly.
