Chapter 171: Black Flood Dragon Psychic Longyin Lake
In the dense forest.
Old Man Qingfeng's chest was twitching constantly, and the muscles on his face were spasming. Blood was constantly pouring from his mouth, and there was also blood flowing from his nose and ears.
This scene is extremely weird.
Feng Lingyue walked slowly in front of the old man Qing Feng, then shook his head and sighed, "In this world of life, when will we stop fighting for fame and wealth?"
Looking at Luo Qingfeng in front of her, who had once traveled all over the world and enjoyed vengeance, Feng Lingyue couldn't help but feel a little melancholy and sighing in her heart.
This is Jianghu.
Stepping into this world, there are not only false fame and fortune, glory and wealth, but also intrigues and intrigues, and the flash of swords and shadows.
The so-called Jianghu refers to the human heart, and everything arises from the heart.
A small chivalrous person helps people in trouble; a great chivalrous person helps the country and the people.
How can we live affectionately in this cold world? This is a very difficult question in the minds of all people in the world. How many people have never forgotten their original aspirations?
In the pursuit of fame and fortune, what we see more is the glitz that fame and fortune brings. Who can remain poor and talk about being rich?
Some people say that the rivers and lakes are the heaven and the earth, the universe, all things, nature, and everything we can see.
It's easy to get into this world, but it's extremely difficult to get out again.
Perhaps only by dying can we truly get out of this world.
The old man Qingfeng who fell on the ground had his eyes wide open and his chest was rising and falling, as if he was no longer a famous master, but more like a beast on the verge of death.
"I am also a common person, burdened by fame and fortune. Otherwise, I would not compete with Jiang Shang and become a pawn in the hands of others."
Feng Lingyue knelt down and looked at the dying old man Qing Feng, with a trace of emotion in his eyes, "Perhaps one day, Brother Luo's today will be my Feng's tomorrow. All Feng can do is work hard to prevent this day from ever happening."
."
People in the arena involuntarily.
With Feng Lingyue's status and strength, there are still people behind him pushing him to keep moving forward. Sometimes he can no longer give up just because he wants to.
Old Man Qingfeng's eyes were open, with a trace of darkness appearing in his pupils.
"Crack!"
Feng Lingyue placed her palm on Old Qingfeng's neck. As her wrist twisted, a sound of bone cracking sounded. Old Qingfeng's body stopped rising and falling, and he lost his breath.
Old man Qingfeng is dead!
This master master who was once famous in Yan Jianghu died in this dense forest.
Feng Lingyue moved her palm, and saw a green light floating in the body of the old man Qing Feng.
This is the essence left in his body, the spiritual essence of heaven and earth.
........
Outside the dense forest, dozens of miles away.
In mid-air, the wind howled.
An Jing lay on the black dragon's back, his face extremely pale, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.
Originally, the injuries in his body were extremely serious. After the side effects of the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra started, he felt as if his whole body was being burned by flames. Although the pain decreased, he felt weaker and weaker.
If it weren't for his strong perseverance, he might have collapsed in the dense forest just now.
If he falls in front of Feng Lingyue, the black dragon will also lose its fighting power. It is hard to say whether Feng Lingyue will keep his promise.
After all, I am still of great use to the True One Sect.
"so tired....."
An Jing lay on the cold scales, feeling extremely exhausted, but he knew that he could not close his eyes. Once he closed his eyes, the black dragon would fall from the sky.
But the feeling of fatigue kept coming, especially the pain that had disappeared and the nerves had become numb.
His eyelids drooped several times, but he lifted them back up again with amazing perseverance.
"Click!" "Click!"
The black dragon flew through the air, rising and falling, swaying left and right, and directly hit the huge tree. Under the powerful physical impact, even the tree surrounded by three or four people broke in an instant.
In the end, An Jing could no longer bear the overwhelming exhaustion and lost consciousness.
As his consciousness dissipated, the black dragon's huge body also fell heavily.
"Boom!"
The place where it fell was a small stream, and the waves suddenly splashed all over the sky.
An Jing's body fell from the black dragon and rolled twice on the ground. Then he stopped rolling, and the mask on his face loosened. He disappeared into the stream as the water surged.
Half of the black dragon's head fell on the bank, and the rest of his body disappeared into the stream.
As time went by, I don’t know how long it had passed, but the stream gradually returned to calm.
Suddenly, the black dragon's eyelids seemed to move, and a pair of huge dragon eyes flashed with curiosity, staring closely at An Jing who fell on the ground.
Suddenly, its eyes looked into the distance with a trace of panic.
"thump!"
The black dragon's head reached toward the stream, and then its entire body was completely submerged in the water, as if it was hiding.
About dozens of breaths later, a girl carrying a bamboo basket came from a distance.
This girl is eighteen or nineteen years old, with a round oval face and dark eyes. She exudes a youthful and lively atmosphere. Her skin color is not fair, but she has a healthy and natural beauty.
"This is.........."
The girl saw the person lying on the shore and walked over quickly. When she saw An Jing's pale face, she couldn't help but said: "This young hero, wake up, wake up..."
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Houjin, Snow Mountain.
At night, the stars shine brightly, and the bright moonlight shines on the grassland. There is silence between heaven and earth. The evening breeze blows gently, and the grass waves rise and fall with the wind, which makes it look particularly pleasant.
Because after years of peaceful development, there were trade exchanges throughout Houjin, and even grassland markets were established in the vast grasslands.
Among them, a large number of caravans from Yan, Zhao, Pure Land, and Nanman came every year, which made Houjin prosperous and its national power also developed rapidly.
To the north of the grassland are continuous, towering and steep snow-capped mountains.
In Hou Jin's eyes, this snow-capped mountain is their holy land, and deep within it lies the holy religion that they yearn for.
The holy sect of the Later Jin Dynasty was called Daxueshan in the world, and it was the largest sect of the Later Jin Dynasty.
The current emperor of Houjin is also the holy master of Houjin Holy Sect.
At this time, a figure came from afar, stepped across the grassland, and walked along a trail towards the snow-capped mountains.
The man had fair hair and a childlike face, a smile on his face, and a kind-hearted look that made people feel like a spring breeze, and felt close to him.
This person is none other than Jiang Shang.
His steps seemed slow, but if you look carefully, his body had already floated dozens of feet away.
Shrunk into inches.
A method that can only be used by masters in the realm of master cultivation.
About half an hour later, Jiang Shang came to a snow mountain cave.
This cave is very secretive. It is a small path between two snow-capped mountains. If ordinary people don't know about this cave, it is impossible to find this place.
The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, it was freezing to the bone, and there was even a trace of white cold smoke floating in the air.
Jiang Shang walked slowly into the cave, his footsteps making "crunching" and "crunching" sounds in the snow.
The cave was very dark, and the fire folds flickered with a faint light, illuminating the front.
The temperature is getting colder and colder, and even Jiang Shang needs to use his true energy to resist the terrifying icy air.
Not long after, a dark coffin appeared in front of him.
"call........"
Jiang Shang saw the black coffin and let out a breath. Because it was too cold, the breath turned into a streak of white frost.
"Jinse, I haven't seen you for six years."
Jiang Shang walked to the coffin and said slowly: "Look, I also brought your favorite winter melon preserves."
As he spoke, he reached into his arms and took out a pack of brown paper.
Wrapped in kraft paper is the cool, sweet, crisp, transparent and residue-free winter melon preserves.
Jiang Shang touched the coffin with his palm, "I felt that I was about to reach the realm of the four qi, so I wanted to come and see you. Time flies so fast. Do you know? Renyi is already thirty-six years old. Calculate carefully.
If you come here, we have known each other for forty years."
"Forty years, ah, things from forty years ago seem to be emerging one by one in front of my eyes, but now forty years have passed, and a lot of things have really happened during this period. Not long after your death, I became
The leader of the demon sect, and then defeated Feng Lingyue, the sword god Liu Moyuan, and the leader of the Douzhen sect Ye Ding. In the past forty years, the situation has been changing, and I have always stood above the waves of the rivers and lakes. So far, I have only been defeated.
In the hands of Xiao Qianqiu."
"Xiao Qianqiu is a powerful person. He is born with Taoism. That old boy Ye Ding is really lucky. He actually found such a successor. If Xiao Qianqiu really cultivates the "Jade Emperor Sutra", then Xuanmen may really be
Once unified, the situation in the entire world will probably change drastically, and the Demon Sect will be in danger."
Jiang Shang's words were filled with emotion, as if he was expressing his depression.
If anyone were there, they would be shocked that the moody, changeable and cruel Jiang Shang could have such a sentimental side.
"However, it is not that easy for Xiao Qianqiu to achieve great success. The Holy Lord of Daxue Mountain has been eyeing him for a long time, and he seems to have the ambition to devour the world. The world situation is changing, and there is not much time for Xiao Qianqiu. Hou Jin and
Sooner or later, Dayan will have a battle, and the Taiping Emperor is as cunning as a fox. I still remember the Tianshuge coup that year. He was merciless to his brothers and sisters. It can be seen that his vigorous and resolute methods really hurt this old guy.
It’s still fake, even I can’t see through it.”
"Chaos, let this world be completely chaotic."
Jiang Shang picked up a piece of candied fruit and put it in his hand. Only under this coffin could he be extremely relaxed and reveal all his troubles: "Do you remember the little green plum I told you? She really didn't.
It's a pity that he failed to live up to my expectations and reached the level of a master."
Speaking of this, Jiang Shang took a bite of the candied fruit.
The cave became quiet, with only the sound of chewing.
"She followed the same path I did back then. With her temperament, it was already too late after she repented. In this case, I can only take action for her. The road is ruthless, and humanity is the most ruthless. Only ruthlessness can achieve the highest humanity.
One day she will understand."
"I killed that little doctor just like I killed you."
Having said this, the entire cave became very quiet.
The temperature seems to be even colder, and there is a sound of wind and snow outside the cave, whistling like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, which makes people feel frightened.
Under the dim light, the expressionless face looked a bit eerie and terrifying.
"I also discovered immortal blood. There really is immortal blood in this world. Its secret may be related to the Zhou Dynasty, or even to the Qin Dynasty. No matter what, I will get this immortal blood, and I, Jiang Shang, will definitely get the secret of eternal life.
,No one can stop me.”
"Apart from the realm of the Four Qi that I am about to reach, the main reason I came to Daxue Mountain is to look for this immortal blood."
Jiang Shang put down the candied fruit he had taken a bite and couldn't help but chuckle. "I have tasted the bitterness of this life, but I can't taste the sweetness of this candied fruit. This bite makes me a little tired."
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Shang looked at the coffin for a long time.
"Jinse, you are the person I love most in my life."
"call."
The fire was extinguished, and the only sound in the cave was Jiang Shang's footsteps.
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Dongluo Pass, Feng Mo Well.
"Yes, the pork belly tastes good today."
Nan Weiping moved her index fingers and kept swallowing the still warm food, praising it while eating.
When Zhao Qingmei saw this, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. In the past few days, not only had she mixed beauty drunkenness in her meals, but the portion was very small, and the poison was nontoxic and tasteless. Obviously, experts like Nan Weiping
Didn't feel it.
In a few days, he would be able to get the way out from her mouth.
Nan Weiping looked at Zhao Qingmei and asked: "You are not in a hurry these days, what? You are not worried about your lover anymore?"
Zhao Qingmei shook her head and said: "If you can't go out, it's useless to worry."
"That's true. Anyway, for the sake of this meal, I'll just give you a few words."
Nan Weiping nodded and said with a smile: "You have reached the level of a first-qi master at a young age. If nothing happens, you will definitely be able to reach the realm of a great master. Why not just practice quietly here for a while and improve your cultivation to the level of the second-qi master?"
At that time, if you leave the Demon Sealing Well, you can still solve the internal strife in the Demon Sect."
The two of them talked in the past few days, and Nan Weiping also learned from Zhao Qingmei's mouth why she fell into this magic well again.
"It's not that simple to reach Erqi."
The reason why Zhao Qingmei is so anxious at the moment is because she knows that Jiang Shang is not in the Demon Cult now. This is definitely an opportunity.
Yuan Feng and Ouyang Ping are both at the second level of cultivation. It is almost impossible for me to kill them, but these two people can't even think of stopping me.
"So, you have to calm down."
Nan Weiping said calmly: "You are cultivating the top mental method of the Demon Sect, the Nine Nether Purgatory Magic Book. The Demon Sect's skills have already improved rapidly, and in addition, you have devoured the heaven and earth spiritual essence left by a Five Qi master.
, my cultivation is making rapid progress, but my foundation is a little unstable. The most important thing now is to stabilize my foundation."
"oh?"
Zhao Qingmei heard Nan Weiping's words and said: "Is the state of mind important?"
"It would be best if you could calm down, but can you, little girl, really calm down?"
Nan Weiping shook her head, and then asked: "By the way, what level have you reached in the "Nine Nether Purgatory Grimoire"?"
"The seventh floor." Zhao Qingmei replied.
"Nine Nether Purgatory Grimoire" is not an ordinary martial arts, but a martial arts that surpasses Tianwu. It is extremely difficult to practice. Even with Zhao Qingmei's level of cultivation, he has only cultivated to the seventh level, and it is difficult to make any progress.
Nan Weiping was silent for a long time and then said: "Practice this "Nine Nether Purgatory Grimoire" to the eighth level. If you don't reach the eighth level, you won't be able to get out."
The eighth floor?
Zhao Qingmei's heart moved. What Nan Weiping said must have her own purpose. Since she allowed herself to practice to the eighth level, it should be related to getting out of this magic well.
"I see."
Zhao Qingmei nodded and began to study the writing marks on the stone cave.
Nan Weiping looked at Zhao Qingmei in front of her. During this time together, she gradually understood some of Zhao Qingmei's temperament.
He has a cold personality and is basically unwilling to say a word.
It was as if there was a lock in her heart and no one could enter her heart.
Nan Weiping was very curious as to what kind of man he was that could make this little girl so devoted.
Nan Weiping thought of something and said, "Little girl, how about showing me your diary?"
Zhao Qingmei turned her head and glanced at Nan Weiping, and then continued to look at the experiences left by the ancestors of the Demon Sect on the cave as if she hadn't heard.
Nan Weiping smiled and said, "Show me and I'll tell you how to get out."
The more this happened, the more interested she became in the diary. There must be a big secret hidden in it.
"impossible."
Zhao Qingmei said calmly.
No one can read the diary.
Nan Weiping said: "Little girl, this is your only chance. If you miss this village, you won't have this store."
Zhao Qingmei's face was as calm as water, "You will tell me in the end, because without me, you can't get out."
Nan Weiping would tell her sooner or later, so why did she need to take out her diary in exchange?
"If you don't show me the diary, I will never tell you." Nan Weiping seemed a little annoyed when she saw Zhao Qingmei's lack of food and salt.
"Then we'll see."
Zhao Qingmei sneered in her heart, wait a few more days and you will be honest.
.........
"Um.....?"
An Jing only felt that his soul seemed to be floating in the darkness, unable to feel the warmth and light.
I don't know how much time passed, but I heard a sound in a trance. The sound was distant and near.
"This kid's face is so pale. Could he be dead?"
"Senior Brother Yang Chong, how can you talk such nonsense?"
.......
"This voice is unfamiliar. I definitely don't recognize it. Where is this place?"
An Jing's consciousness drifted in the darkness, and he recalled in a daze, "After I fought with Old Man Qingfeng that day, I left on the black dragon, and finally lost consciousness."
"Senior Brother Yang Chong, please go back first. I can take care of him by myself."
The crisp, sweet voice sounded again.
Then the footsteps came, getting farther and farther away.
Supported by strong willpower, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the darkness, and Anjing's consciousness finally broke out of the door of darkness.
As I opened my eyes, I saw an antique room.
At this time, An Jing was lying on the bed, and next to him was a pretty girl wearing a light green palace dress.
"you're awake!?"
When the girl saw An Jing open his eyes, she couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise.
"Where is this place, and who are you...?"
An Jing stood up with difficulty, looked at the girl in front of him and asked.
"This is Sixiangmen, my name is Jia Meixian." The girl quickly replied.
"Four Elephants Gate? Jia Meixian?"
An Jing's brain felt a little painful, and he couldn't recover for a while, "Why am I here?"
Jia Meixian replied: "Two days ago, I was collecting medicine in the mountains and found you unconscious in the Longyin River with very serious injuries. Then I carried you back."
Longyin Creek?!
An Jing frowned and asked quickly: "Have you found any other... strange things?"
If there is no control over the black dragon, will the inner elixir in the kidney be dug out? If this is the case, it will be a big trouble.
Once the black dragon has no inner elixir, its strength will be greatly reduced.
Jia Meixian thought about it for a moment, then shook his head and said: "I didn't find anything except you..."
An Ding nodded and fell into deep thought.
"Of course, my senior brother Yang Chong changed your clothes for you."
Jia Meixian thought of something, and her face turned red with embarrassment.
"Thank you girl for helping me..."
Just as An Jing was about to clasp his fists, he suddenly felt a tearing sensation in his chest, and his brows suddenly furrowed.
Jia Meixian held An Jing's arm and said, "You don't need to talk for now, just have a good rest."
"Kindness without saying thanks."
An Jing said gratefully.
Maybe without Jia Meixian in front of me, I am now no different from the black dragon. It has lost its waist and I have lost my life.
Jia Meixian, Four Elephant Gate...
An Jing suddenly thought of something, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes. The master of Sixiang Sect seemed to be named Jia. Could it be that the girl in front of him had some relationship with Jia Shiwu?
"No, no, no, my grandpa has long warned that all the children in the world should save lives and heal the wounded, and draw a sword to help when there is injustice. This is what I should do."
When Jia Meixian heard what An Jing said, she couldn't help but ask: "Where are you from? How could you suffer such severe internal injuries?"
An Jing's mind raced rapidly, and he thought of his words in an instant, and said sadly: "I am a member of Donglin Taoist community, surnamed Han and given name Wenxin. I originally planned to go to Yujing City to visit friends, but I never thought that I would encounter bandits on the way.
.....”
When Jia Meixian heard this, her beauty suddenly turned pale: "Bandits? I didn't expect there to be bandits nearby."
Not to mention that the Xuanyi Guards have been very aggressive in cracking down on bandits in recent years, and Longyin Creek is in the Sixiangmen area, and there are still bandits.
An Jing's face was not red and he was out of breath and said: "I was chased by bandits all the way and escaped here."
"Young hero must have some skills, otherwise it would be impossible to escape from the bandits."
Jia Meixian said with concern: "I haven't eaten in the past two days. Let me get you some food."
"Then there's Miss Laojia."
An Jing touched his belly and laughed.
"You're welcome, young hero."
Jia Meixian covered her mouth and walked out with brisk steps.
After watching Jia Meixian leave, An Jing touched his face and found that his mask was gone. He vaguely remembered that the mask fell from his face when he dropped it.
"Let's take a look at the injuries inside the body first."
An Jing took a deep breath and then observed the injuries inside his body.
The injury is not minor, but it cannot be said to be extremely serious.
It was mainly due to the combination of old man Qingfeng's internal injuries after the battle and the sequelae of the Great Sun Tathagata Curse that he collapsed from exhaustion at that time.
It only takes ten days and a half of cultivation to recover.
"Where's the black dragon?"
After Anjing observed the injuries inside his body, he couldn't help but think of the black dragon.
The black dragon cannot move without his control. Jia Meixian saved himself, so how could he not see the black dragon?
Could it be that Feng Lingyue chased him up, peeled off the black dragon's skin and cramped it, and took away the black dragon's waist?
But that's not right, Feng Lingyue can't let herself go.
The more I thought about Anjing, the more strange it became. I always felt that there was something strange about it. It seemed necessary to go to Longyin River to have a look in person.
"This is the Four Elephant Gate, and I have been unconscious for two days."
An Jing's expression became a little strange, and he thought to himself: "My injury is not too serious. I can leave the Four Elephants Gate tomorrow to avoid getting into any trouble."
Just then, Jia Meixian came in with a bowl of porridge, "This is the porridge for the morning, I heated it up."
An Jing took the porridge and said with a smile: "I can do it myself, so I won't bother Miss Jia."
Jia Meixian hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Okay, you take it first, and I'll make another medicine for you."
With that said, before An Jing could say anything, Jia Meixian ran out enthusiastically.
Looking at that graceful back, An Jing couldn't help but chuckle.
In this world of intrigues and intrigues, there are not only swords and swords, but also many people who are helpful and kind-hearted.
"Tip 2: There is a blue opportunity (Four Elephants Palace) near the host."
At this moment, a blue light appeared in An Jing's mind.
"Blue Chance?"
When An Jing heard this, his heart moved.
You must know that blue opportunities are very rare treasures. This Saint Yuan Gu has already been derived. Among them, it helped Lou Xiangzhen reach the third level from the second level of Qi, and there was also one that directly promoted him to a half-step master.
Any blue opportunity is a treasure that can or cannot be obtained in this world.
An Jing couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and thought secretly: "The treasure of the Four Elephants Gate, is this blue opportunity the sword sticker left by the Four Elephants Sword Ancestor?"
"We'll wait until dark before taking action. It's important to recover from the internal injuries first."
Things are unpredictable, and this opportunity has fallen in front of him. If he doesn't take it, it will be a waste of this blue opportunity.
After drinking the porridge and then taking the decoction prepared by Jia Meixian, Anjing began to sit up cross-legged to recover from the injuries in his body.
Sixiangmen, outside the wing.
"Junior sister, I heard that boy is awake?"
Yang Chong walked over quickly, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
"yes."
Jia Meixian nodded and said with a smile: "I just made some medicine for Han Shaoxia, and he is already resting after taking it."
Yang Chong said in surprise: "It's impossible, that kid's internal injuries are very serious..."
He checked An Jing's pulse. The injury was serious but not fatal. How could he wake up so quickly? There must be something weird in this.
Jia Meixian frowned and said: "Shaoxia Han's injury is indeed serious. He can't get out of bed now. In my opinion, he will need to recuperate for a few more months."
"I gonna go see."
When Yang Chong heard this, he felt a little unhappy. Even his junior sister didn't take such good care of him. How many more months would he have to take care of that boy?
"Senior brother, everyone is resting. It would be wrong for you to disturb them."
Jia Meixian hurriedly stopped Yang Chong, "We'll talk about it tomorrow when he wakes up."
Yang Chong thought for a while and said, "Okay, then I'll wait until he wakes up and take a look tomorrow."
Jia Meixian said worriedly: "Well, you can take his pulse tomorrow. I hope there won't be any root causes of disease."
Yang Chong shook his head and said: "Such a serious injury is impossible without leaving the root cause of the disease. I think I am lucky to be alive."
Hearing Yang Chong say this, Jia Meixian sighed, "Hey, that Han Shaoxia is really pitiful. I think he is a good person."
Although it was just their first meeting, Jia Meixian could tell from his face that Mr. Han must be a good person.
Yang Chong frowned and said no more. His junior sister was just too kind-hearted, so she didn't want to be deceived.
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The moonlight is like ink, and the stars are dotted.
On the bed, Anjing Daluo's mind method and Guigu's mind method were running at the same time, and the injuries were recovering at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.
After three weeks, the Qi gradually returned to calm.
"It will take at least a few days to fully recover."
An Jing slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of clarity, "Now I only have 30% to 40% strength, but it's barely enough."
The strength of 30% to 40% is equivalent to that of ordinary smallpox masters, and it is very safe to enter and leave the world.
"Huh... blue chance?"
Exhaling a breath, An Jing's body turned into an afterimage and disappeared into the room.
The moon is like a huge disk hanging high in the sky, bright and clear, covering the entire Sixiangmen building complex.
Although An Jing was not familiar with the environment of the Four Elephants Gate, because there was a book on the ground, he only had to follow the flickering light of the book on the ground.
Under the night, a figure walked towards the Four Elephants Hall quietly like a breeze passing over the earth.
An Jing's body skills are very light, and coupled with the Qi Condensation Technique, even if there are masters in the Four Elephants Sect, they cannot find his whereabouts, not to mention that there are no masters in the Four Elephants Sect now.
Just as he was about to jump away, the sound of introduction coming from the pavilion at his feet attracted his attention.
"There must be no mistakes in what happens tomorrow."
"Don't worry, everything is safe."
"As long as this is accomplished, Brother Jia will be able to follow the merits of the dragon. Then with the support of the imperial court, revival will be just around the corner."
.......
"Tomorrow's business? Follow the dragon's power?"
An Jing raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but look through a crack.
Following the dim light, you can clearly see the scene in the house.
I saw an old man in blue sitting at the top, with his brows furrowed and his face very solemn. At the bottom was a man wearing a bamboo hat. His face could not be seen clearly, and his breath was restrained. Next to him was a negative man.
The middle-aged man holding the sword has an ordinary appearance, which is not surprising.
An Jing just glanced at it and then thought about it.
The old man in blue was none other than Jia Shiwu, the master of the Four Elephant Sect, and the man wearing a bamboo hat seemed to be present that day, and was standing behind Jia Shiwu.
As for the middle-aged man carrying the sword, An Jing had no impression at all, but his aura was clearly sharp, and he was clearly a fifth-level swordsman. He was obviously not an ordinary person in the world.
"It seems like they are discussing something big?"
An Jing narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but look at the man wearing a bamboo hat, and thought to himself: "This man is so sneaky, could he be a master of the Demon Cult?"
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PS: There will definitely still be daily life in the future, and the climax and fall-out are also brewing step by step. The foreshadowing and threads that were buried before must be slowly collected now. The pace is slow in the front and fast in the back. Isn’t it going to collapse? There may be some
People may think it's a bit confusing, but the pace needs to be consistent. There are probably about fifty chapters left.