With the language of the Western Regions roaring in the courtyard, the envoy of Xiukun Kingdom was a tall, thin, middle-aged man with a long beard. His head was wrapped in a thick layer of white scarf. He grumpily grabbed the guard who turned around and wanted to escape. But the next second, the courtyard
The door was kicked open, and waves of yin energy mixed with the white mist filled the air. In the mist, there were several tall and thin figures about two feet tall, wearing wooden armor, gray cloth, and a bamboo hat on their heads, revealing a long oval face with a wide grin.
The fangs and the iron chains in his hands clattered to the ground...
The leader in the middle is an old cow chewing bread and waving its horns towards the door.
A low and hoarse voice rang in the air: "Come with me, the real king wants to see you four!"
On the other side of the field of vision, the four people are all practitioners from the four countries. They have the reputation of the country. How could they leave someone casually, especially if the other person has bad intentions?
The four people immediately held their magic weapons to block the pervading Yin Qi.
Ding Ding Dang~~
However, there was a sound of iron chains dragging, and in the vast mist, several iron chains quickly swam across the ground and wrapped around their ankles. They still wanted to struggle to resist. On the wall behind the four of them, two tall figures walked through the wall.
As they entered, the iron chain swung in their hands was swept directly on the backs of the four people, followed by a sudden pull in front of them.
The souls of the envoys from the Four Kingdoms were suddenly pulled out of their bodies. At this time, without the support of their magic power, they were obedient like chickens in the hands of these ghosts. They were held by the prisoners and floated out of the courtyard on the white mist.
I saw more than ten ghost guards standing outside in the fog, looking vicious and ferocious.
If the four of them were still alive, they would probably be paralyzed with fear.
‘I, Lao Niu, am the true king’s right-hand man, so the pomp and circumstance must be sufficient!’ Lao Niu chewed the dough, swung his tail and held his head high, and walked forward, leading a group of ghosts and gradually drifted away with the white mist.
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"arrive!"
"The Yin Qi is gone!"
"We're late." Ming Hui looked at the open courtyard door and walked in with Qiaoer and a group of fellow apprentices. Except for the Westerners who were holding their heads on the ground and screaming in fear, four people under the trees in the courtyard held
The movement of holding the magic weapon seemed to be frozen in place and motionless.
Qiaoer wanted to go up and poke him twice, but Minghui raised his hand to stop him: "Don't move."
As he said that, he reached out and pressed his hand on the other person's neck. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. It was just that his soul was pulled away from his body. As long as he could be rescued within two hours, he could still be saved.
Of course, whether he can be rescued or not depends on whether the True Lord nods or not.
"Go to Zhenjun Temple."
"Okay, okay!" Qiaoer was eager to go. When he saw his senior brothers going out, he hurriedly followed them. From time to time, he even straightened his hair that was a little messy from running all the way.
Everyone is a cultivator, they have magic skills to travel, and their steps are not slow. In the dark night where dogs occasionally bark, screams from the soul are coming from the temple on the other side of the Xinyang River.
When they got there, Ming Hui and others saw that among the four people, two men and one woman were impaled on the branches without ancient pillars. The other person was pulled hard by several ghosts and was forcibly broken into two halves.
, and then moved back together, the other three people shivered as they looked at it.
Below, the right-hand man, the old cow, rolled his eyes as the crazy old man stepped on the cow's back, poking the four unlucky guys back and forth with a long pole.
Seeing the Taoist priests from Tianshi Mansion coming over, they knew that they had an old relationship with Zhenjun. The two ghosts who were observing nearby grinned their fangs at Minghui and the others, showing an attractive smile, and said in a dull and low voice: "Taoist priests,
Don’t worry, we have experience and won’t lose our minds!”
With these words, Ming Hui knew that the true king had probably guessed that they would come to intercede.
"Minghui of Tianshi Mansion, pay homage to the true king!"
He stood outside the temple and bowed, and the brothers behind him also bowed down one by one. Qiaoer covered her eyes and did not dare to look at the cruel punishment there. She simply closed her eyes and spoke words different from those of her brothers.
"Big brother, Qiao'er is here to see you."
squeak~~
The closed temple door was now opened inward by two ghost missionaries inside. Two rows of long bright lights illuminated the quiet dim sky. Several people walked into the temple and looked at the two rows of several altars. Each one was majestic or majestic.
The ferocious statues and the murmuring Qiaoer kept their mouths shut at the right time. She had seen these statues in her elder brother's car back then, and she had also seen with her own eyes how they transformed into giant gods.
I immediately walked towards these statues and worshiped them, and then I saw three little wooden figures with yellow scarves on their heads sitting around practicing Taoism on the ground. Some of them were pointing at a book and saying something encouraging. Then they disagreed and the two of them started fighting.
When they got angry, the elder went to break up the fight, but it turned into a fight between the three of them, and they went to the back hall while yelling and swearing.
"In the past five years, Qiaoer has grown a lot taller."
In the ancestral hall, a familiar voice suddenly sounded, which made the girl who was still stretching her neck to look around trembled. Then she saw the door on the other side of the back hall, and the voice of a man in green robe was just like when he left, smiling.
stood there.
The moment he saw Chen Yuan, Qiao'er laughed at first, then burst into tears. He jumped over the hands of Ming Hui and other senior brothers, and rushed towards Chen Yuan, but he jumped from the opponent's body to the other side.
"Brother...you really..."
Rao knew it, but it was another feeling to truly experience being unable to touch. Qiaoer's eyes were wet and red, and she choked with sobs as she stretched out her hand to touch Chen Yuan's robe. Sure enough, her fingertips touched each other, as if she had touched a ball of cold ice.
The girl's suppressed emotions suddenly burst out in the mist.
"Qiao'er still wants to go back to Huangni Town with her eldest brother to see her father and mother together, but now her eldest brother is no longer here..."
The girl cried more and more sadly, and then the futon summoned by Chen Yuan's spell hit her on the head, "I'm gone, then who am I?"
"ah……"
Qiao'er immediately stopped crying and looked at the elder brother in front of her with two lines of tears. After reacting, she turned her face to the side in embarrassment, "Oh... I suddenly remembered what I just heard from elder brother.
I just cried when I heard the news, it was delivered that night."
Over there, Ming Hui and others also had smiles on their faces. With this junior sister here, they would have something to say easily.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After all, they were the first to see the master who led the sky thunder to run to another sect to overcome the tribulation. Now they also heard that the Canglan Sword Sect has re-established itself.
A sword array was arranged and placed all on the top of the mountain.
"According to age, everyone here is older than me, so you don't need to be so polite." I don't know if Chen Yuan is just a god in recent years. He has a relatively indifferent temperament and speaks in a light tone. "There are no seats here to entertain guests.
Go and talk."
As he spoke, he walked forward and led everyone to the outside of the temple. Under the towering tree, Chen Yuan raised his hand. On the tree, there were reliefs of buildings rising up, like the treetops of an umbrella.
The light of stars.
In an instant, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. In everyone's field of vision, white-walled roofs, door and window lattice appeared, and an empty main room appeared. In front of the screen for rowing in spring, tables and chairs for entertaining guests appeared, with tea cups and tea cups on the table.
When the hot air rises, you can smell the aroma of tea.
Chen Yuan sat at the front seat, clapped her hands, and saw a round clear moon rising in the night outside the round window, and there seemed to be a figure floating in the middle of the moon.
Ming Hui and others were stunned when they saw this scene. They saw more than ten maids in palace clothes floating down from the middle of the moon, placing the delicacies and drinks in their hands on the table one by one, and then dancing in the middle of the hall.
"Over the years, I have accumulated too much incense, so it is good to use these. It can also relieve boredom when you are bored. Let's have some tea." Chen Yuan smiled and raised the tea cup towards them, gesturing to the girl over there to try the Moon Palace quickly.
pastries.
"It's fake, I'm not that easy to deceive!" Qiao'er has not been successful in practicing Taoism in the past five years, but he also knows a lot of magic. Although this one is better than the blinding method and illusion, it is still fake.
However, she still took a bite of the pastry, and her mouth was filled with the faint sweetness of osmanthus.
I couldn't help but squint my eyes, so I took one in each hand, and swallowed it in big mouthfuls. My stomach didn't become bloated, and I even vaguely felt that my cultivation level had increased.
Ming Hui and others also looked at Chen Yuan in surprise. This increase obviously came from the power of incense.
"As I said, I can't use up all the incense now. It's too much and I have a headache... It won't hurt to share some with you." It's been a long time since I talked to outsiders. After chatting with a few people about daily life, I asked about Yuchen.
The situation of Taoist priests such as Mingguang and Qingxu.
"Uncle Yuchen is now Qiaoer's master. He and Uncle Mingguang have been practicing with the Tianshi. Uncle Qingxu has not been seen recently. He may have gone down the mountain to other places. As for Yunhe, he has returned to the northwest to garrison, and Yunlong has left the Tianshi.
I am practicing in the secular world on my own. Recently, I met some practitioners from small sects in Qishan. They said there was a toad that became a spirit in the northwest of Qishan, so I went over to have a look."
Hearing that everyone had somewhere to go, Chen Yuan nodded happily: "How is the Tianshi's injury? Is the underground demon still coming out?"
"That's not clear." Minghui took a sip of tea and felt the power of the incense heating up his Dantian. He continued: "But I heard from Uncle Yuchen that Tianshi's injury is a bit serious. It will take five years to heal."
For most of the time, you can imagine the strength of the underground demon, but there hasn’t been any bad news in the past few years. Oh, by the way.”
He paused for a moment, remembering Mingguang's instructions back then, "Five years ago, Uncle Mingguang said that the Heavenly Master invited me and wanted Zhenjun and your master to visit the Heavenly Master's Mansion as guests."
"Being a guest? Do you know why?"
"We don't know this either." Ming Hui didn't dare to say directly that your master is like our sixth-generation ancestor. After all, it's something that hasn't been confirmed yet. Let's say it first. If it's not the case, it won't be embarrassing for both parties.
"Well, when I return to my body, I will take Master to visit the Heavenly Master."
Chen Yuan replied with a smile. After drinking tea for a while, he remembered Sun Zhengde who had returned to the mountain to study art. When he asked about him, the Taoist priests over there laughed. At this time, the atmosphere was relaxed and everyone did not
So restrictive.
"Sun Zhengde still has talent, but he uses it in cooking. Feihe has been teaching him at Liangya Mountain, and he was almost so angry that he became unstable!"
As he spoke, Qiaoer puffed up his cheeks and looked over. Minghui quickly waved his hand: "That's not you."
Then there was another burst of laughter, and everyone also told Chen Yuan about the fact that the junior sister was acting lawlessly in the Tianshi Mansion relying on her seniority and being a young person, which made Chen Yuan also laugh.
After a while, Chen Yuan stopped smiling and suddenly said: "How is Canglan Sword Sect doing now?"
"them?"
Ming Hui shook his head and sighed: "Wang Xuanyi went crazy. The position of leader was taken over by Li Congyun. After five years, he has regained some strength, but..."
Having said this, he slightly moved his eyes and stared at the candlelight: "This man has a violent personality, otherwise he would not have been exiled from the Demon Suppressing Cave by his senior brother for decades. Now that he is the leader, he is extremely strict with the disciples in the sect.
The slightest mistake will result in a whipping...According to his personality, he will never suppress what the True Lord did five years ago. If he knows that you are still alive, he will definitely kill you."
Li Congyun?
Chen Yuan was almost dead that day, and his soul was floating in chaos. He had no idea about this person. It was only in the next five years that the Taoist Priest of the Tianshi Mansion in Luodu came to visit him, and he learned about this person.
I also know that his cultivation is very advanced, and I heard that he can fight against the Heavenly Master...
However, Chen Yuan is not afraid of him. The way of incense and fire is different from the ordinary practice. What's more, if he returns to the human body, he wonders whether the two paths of practice can overlap.
Moreover, as his cultivation level grew, he could feel that under the altar, his body had already contained golden elixir after the thunder tribulation. Even if the opponent was Nascent Soul, if he couldn't defeat him, would he be able to escape?
The night is deep.
Seeing that it was getting late, Chen Yuan put away his magic spell and waved away the singing, dancing and mansion in front of him. Everyone returned to the open space next to the temple. He asked the ghost messenger to put down the four tortured Hu people's souls, and let
Ming Hui and others took them back, especially the female envoy from Ayana Kingdom, whose eyes were dull, and it was obvious that the ghosts had used other punishments...
"Thank you, Zhenjun, for understanding our difficulties."
"These envoys cannot be killed, and I know that. No need to say thank you, just go back quickly, lest you really die."
Chen Yuan waved her hand and watched as the other party put the souls of the four people into his sleeves and walked to the street. When Qiaoer said "big brother goodbye", he turned around and floated back to the temple.
Early the next morning, Emperor Gongsun Lun once again received the envoys from the Four Kingdoms. However, this time the four of them knelt down respectfully on the ground with their buttocks raised higher than their heads. After receiving the emperor's edict with obedient expressions, they left the palace as if they were running away.
Those who did not stop took the team and headed to the west of the city. When passing by the Zhenjun Temple, they did not forget to come down, kowtow and offer incense. Seeing the people around them, the pilgrims praised these barbarians for following the local customs and knowing how to worship the gods of the Central Plains.
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When they returned to their horses and headed forward, they vaguely heard the voice of a ghost saying in their ears: "Come back when you have time."
The four people on horseback stared wide-eyed, yelled at their subordinates in the language of the Western Regions like crazy, rushed out of the city gate, and left.
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Soon, the imperial edict came down.
A group of government officials came to the City God's Temple outside the city and covered the top of the City God's head with a piece of black cloth.
We are going to move this statue of Qu Chenghuang that has been there for hundreds of years.