At this point, I finally couldn't help but interrupt.
She crossed Liu Fuyu, stepped forward, and grabbed Yue Gong Slave's sleeve. Her voice was very soft, but extremely serious:
"Can't go."
No matter whether it is returning to the Han Palace Emperor Realm from the long river of time, or going to Lingyu Mountain to meet the so-called Eight Masters for the last time, it is not allowed!
Yu Zhiwen understood this uncle's terrifying intentions very well.
All the knowledge she has gained so far, and all the principles she has learned, except those of Grandpa Yu and Dao Xuanji, mostly come from the Taoist Department.
After all, she has stayed in the Taoist Ministry for the longest time.
She feels the subtle teachings and influence of the Taoist elders the most.
The so-called "senior Taoist minister" is actually just Dao Qiongang.
If this kind of teaching method were used by others, the students taught would definitely have limitations. When thinking about the current situation, they would have to sit in a well and look at the sky, which is extremely one-sided.
But he is the sky!
The Dao firmament knows astronomy from above, geography from below, embraces all rivers, and knows everything. He is divided into "elder Tao ministers" and the fish he teaches know temperature. They also have knowledge and expertise in each Dao.
Although the Taoist priests are shadows, to Yu Zhiwen, the Taoist elders are the source of nightmares that wake him up in the middle of the night.
Thinking about it conversely, if the Tao ministers and elders are regarded as each different "I" in the Tao firmament, and if they are all put together, wouldn't that be the real Tao firmament?
Yu Zhiwen clutched Sister Yue's sleeve tightly and refused to let her go.
At this time, what flashed through her mind was a sentence that the Taoist elders often said, and she could almost repeat it exactly the same:
"The process is not important."
"The process can be a blur. We only need to work backwards from the results to see who wins in the end."
After a pause, Yu Zhiwen’s tone became extremely determined:
"The sky of Dao goes around, either taking the initiative, or letting Sister Yue take the initiative to speak, and finally make a choice between this 'last encounter' and 'the fish is dead and the net is broken'."
"I don't know what the development of these two is. The only certainty is that neither will have a good outcome."
"No matter how you choose, the person who will benefit in the end will not be Sister Yue or Bazun Shu, it can only be...him!"
Behind, Dao Qiongcang looked surprised after hearing these words.
He stopped vomiting blood and looked at the little fish whose eyes were covered with black satin and seemed to be growing, with complex emotions in his eyes.
There is ridicule, but also relief, very contradictory.
"But, Xiaoyu..." he started.
"Don't call me Xiaoyu!"
"Okay, Miss Yu Zhiwen." Dao Qiongcang was interrupted, and he grabbed his lower body with great seriousness, and said while piecing himself together again:
"I would like to ask Miss Zhiwen, apart from 'this' and 'that', what is the third choice?"
"If you lose your eyes, you can see the situation clearly, but you still can't give people a better choice..."
He sneered: "I should have taught you that being cautious and protecting yourself is sometimes the best choice - but from now on, withdraw and shut up. You will not get into the whirlpool, let alone get yourself burned."
"But what if I have a third choice?"
Yu Zhiwen turned his head in a cold voice, and across the long river of time under the moonlight, he stood up against the blood-stained Dao Qiongtian lying on the other side of the river.
Liu Fuyu stood with his sword in hand, and could clearly feel the night on the seaside, which was even colder.
She has murderous intent.
It's her choice to rather live in pieces than in pieces.
Unlike everyone present, she did not have a second or third option - if everything was arranged secretly, she would die here tonight.
She will be buried in Nanming, but the sword will be opened mysteriously, and she will be escorted back to the building to reshape the seal.
There may be mistakes in this process.
But no matter whether Dao Qiongang takes action or Demon Ancestor takes action.
At least, the addition of such a variable might disrupt their plans?
The Moon Palace Slave also stopped in front of the long river of time, looking at the little girl in front of him, and then glanced at the earth and the sky.
A junior and a senior.
A student and a teacher.
Before the "Tao", under the "general trend" of time rolling eastwards, the two sides who should have walked side by side have stood on opposite sides.
How does this feeling and this scene resemble that of a young man at that time?
At that time, geniuses from various schools in the secret realms of the five great saint emperors gathered together to practice swordsmanship and practice Taoism, enjoying themselves happily.
In the blink of an eye, everyone has grown to the highest level, and everyone has gone their separate ways.
"Then I'm really all ears. I'm just waiting for Miss Zhiwen to speak." Qiongqian stood up on the ground, his eyes piercing through the long river of time.
"Don't pay attention to this person." Yu Zhiwen was too lazy to talk to Dao Qiongcang, so he turned around and said seriously:
"Sister Yue, let's go to Xingjie."
"In the Crystal Palace of Apricot Realm, there is a poisonous pond with fish in it."
"Xu Xiaoshou has made arrangements. Once all the fish in the pond die, no matter where he is, he will return as soon as possible..."
She took a deep breath: "Maybe I can't see through the situation and can't give you a third option. Xu Xiaoshou knows what happened here and night, he can!"
Moon Palace Slave has not responded yet.
Dao Qiongcang on the other side of the Time River raised his head and laughed after hearing this: "Xu Xiaoshou, can he?"
Yu Zhiwen clenched his fists tightly, almost tearing Sister Yue's sleeves, but he turned a deaf ear and did not respond.
"Xu Xiao can't bear it!"
Dao Qiongcang spoke categorically, seeming to understand Xu Xiaoshou better than Xu Xiaoshou: "Miss Zhiwen, to this day, do you still think that Xu Xiaoshou will be a variable in my game?"
Yu Zhiwen couldn't help but turn around: "Isn't he?"
"Hahaha……"
"The word "love" is in front of the head, but a leaf is blocking the eyes!"
"Yu Zhiwen, you trust Xu Xiaoshou too much, and the longer you stay with this person, the more you lie."
Dao Qiongcang stood up and walked over. Apart from his clothes being torn and stained with blood, the injuries all over his body had been repaired as before, and he had a cold and strange aura under the moonlight.
There was sadness and disdain on his face. When he came close to the three girls, he stopped and said with a smile:
"That fish pond no longer exists, right?"
Yu Zhiwen's face was calm and there was no emotion on his face at all. He knew that the sky was watching Zhiwei and he had to be on guard.
Dao Qiongang flicked his sleeves and sneered:
"If you can tell me openly, you are not afraid that I will destroy the fish in the pond right now. All ponds and fish are fake."
"Of course, even if you have other means to forcibly recall Xu Xiaoshou from the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower, do you think I will care?"
As he spoke, he raised the corners of his lips, half-smiling but not smiling, his expression became extremely subtle, he raised his eyes to look at the moonlight, and recalled:
"That day in the Secret Realm of Four Symbols, I did not hesitate to ask Bei Huai Fen Nian to inhabit the Holy Emperor Qilin, and I also wanted to severely injure Xu Xiaoshou."
"Then he captured Xiangyao Yao in Yujing City, just to force Xu Xiaoshang to show up and reveal his true identity."
"You are involved in this whole process of 'herding pigs into pens'."
Yu Zhiwen's heart trembled. He didn't know what the implication was when Qiong Cang mentioned these things, so he heard him continue:
"And from Yujing City to Qingyuan Mountain, you have experienced most of it. Even the thirty-three-day star spinning rib formation that almost trapped Xu Xiaoshou was written by you."
"There is a place you haven't gone to. Do you know where it is?"
Yu Zhiwen had no idea what Dao Qiongcang was talking about, but he became inexplicably nervous.
Suddenly her palms felt warm, and she found that Sister Yue was holding her with her backhand, and she immediately felt at ease.
"There is a small town at the foot of Qingyuan Mountain called Changde Town."
"There is a blacksmith shop of Cao's family in the town, and Cao Yihan, also known as Kuileihan with ten seats, lives in it."
Dao Qiongcang said, spreading his hands with an impudent look on his face: "Of course you can't go to this place. Your memory will be empty if you go there, because you are a Tianji Warlock. If you go there, you may find clues. There is something like that. With a hint of probability, I can see that the whole town is full of dummies, shaped like Taoists, all guarding Quilehan's hands and eyes for me."
Yu Zhiwen's delicate body trembled.
Taobu is her scar.
Dao Qiongcang had no sympathy for her, and his words only sprinkled salt on her wounds.
"Going back to 'Driving Pigs into the Pen' and reaching Qingyuan Mountain, this game has reached the stage of closing the net. Have I failed?"
"Yes, I failed. I didn't catch Xu Xiaoshou."
"Xu Xiaoshou confuses the real with the fake. Even if I forcefully landed in the Apricot Realm at the last moment, it was too late. His true body had already escaped from the Apricot Realm and escaped from my sight."
"And I have no choice but to feed the greedy god with flesh and blood, drive him crazy, and wreak havoc on Yujing, trying to add fuel to the fire and force him to show up again. After all, merging the two into one and becoming the body of a ghost beast is the only solution."
To this day, Yu Zhiwen is still a little scared when she recalls this situation, but she knows the ending.
After Xu Xiaoshou returned, he had recovered from his serious injuries. Even if he became the body of a ghost beast, there would be no chance for the world to change.
She held Sister Yue's hand tightly and muttered: "Stealing the chicken will end up losing the rice."
Dao Qiongcang seemed to be satisfied with the scolding, his expression became extremely bright, and he changed the subject: "But did Xu Xiaoshou win?"
The cold wind howled and the waves roared.
The three women all tilted their heads, but then they saw Dao Qiongtian snort:
"He didn't win!"
"Do you know who the only savior in his heart was in the panic after he and Long Xing Jin Chan escaped from their shells?"
"Where is the first place they go to, and the place they actually go to in the end?"
Yu Zhiwen's thoughts suddenly fluctuated.
It was like a thunderbolt falling in Liu Fuyu's mind.
After Moon Palace Slave was released from the Cold Prison, he had heard Dao Qiongcang talk about a lot of things in the Five Realms for half a year, but even though he had only gained a little knowledge, he didn't know much about the inside story of this situation.
After listening now, she also had the answer in her heart, and whispered:
"Quirehan..."
Dao Qiongcang regained his smile, his face returned to calm, he picked up the Tianji Sinan that he had just dropped, and returned to the original state of holding the Pearl of Wisdom:
"Not bad, Quirehan."
"He went to the same town of Tianji that you, Yu Zhiwen, have never been to."
Dao Qiongcang looked at the long river of time and at the night of Nanming. All the vastness was taken into his eyes. It could be said that he had no grasp of it. He sighed longly:
"The real memory imprint is not a 'logo' on the surface, a 'pattern' that can be replaced, but a psychological hint that I gave him in advance. When he was at the end of his rope, he thought he had got something that could save his life."
only'."
"The result of 'driving pigs into the pen' was that Xu Xiaoshou took the initiative to enter my pen with his disabled body and mind, and also wanted to give me a dragon apricot plant as a gift."
Dao Qiongcang turned his head, looked at Yu Zhiwen calmly, and said calmly:
"Xu Xiaoshou won."
"But it's not that he won, it's that I thought enough was enough, so I let him go."
He holds Tianji Sinan in one hand, and relies on nothingness in the other hand, grasping the emptiness, and his face has the glow of hearing the truth in the morning and immortality in the evening:
"What is: secret?"
"Heaven's secrets are not vague, and there are never absolute variables."
"The moment I have verified what I thought and someone realizes that he has won, he is no longer a variable in my chess game - Xu Xiaoshou is a foregone conclusion!"
The sky of Tao stands behind the long river of time, its figure is hazy, and it is disillusioned in the bubble of time. It is both close at hand and far away in the vastness.
His eyes crossed the long river and came in calmly:
"This is the last lesson I teach you."
"And by saying this, does Miss Zhiwen understand?"
"Your so-called third option, in my eyes, has never been enough to be called a 'choice'. It is just a delusion that you deceive yourself and others."
After all these words were said, only deathly silence remained in Nanming.
Yu Zhiwen's face was bloodless, as pale as paper, and his hands were extremely cold.
Countless times when she felt that she had escaped the clutches of the "Master of the Tao Palace" and could begin to try to escape from the torture caused by the shadow of the Tao Department - whether it was from a physical distance or a spiritual level.
Dao firmament, covering the sky with one hand.
He would stand up again and tell himself in that calm and instructive tone:
Ginger is still spicy.
"Dao Qiongcang, I think you are looking for death!"
Even if the Moon Palace Slave doesn't know the whole picture, he can still feel the fear and shadow brought by the three words "Dao Qiong Cang" from the trembling in the little girl's hands at this moment.
Is this guy really practicing Taoism and going crazy, so inhumane?
She is just a child, how can she teach in this way?
Regardless of whether the "Taoist Ministry" is still speaking at the moment, what is the difference between this and trying to encourage growth?
"Shut up, me!"
The Moon Palace Slave turned around and took action, waving his sleeve to summon the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword.
She crossed the long river of time, aimed at Dao Qiongcang's broken mouth, and struck it hard.
This time, it was not possible.
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Dao Qiongcang stretched out a hand as pure white and flawless as crystal as jade from the blood-stained sleeve robe.
He just raised his fingers together and blocked the air.
"when--"
The Furious Immortal Buddha's Sword was like cutting into an iron weapon, emitting an explosive sound that shocked the eardrums.
The Moon Palace Slave was even more shocked and fell back. He dropped the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword from his hand and threw it away.
Snap!
Dao Qiongcang reached out and grabbed the Buddha Sword Nu Xian, pointing the sword at the Moon Palace Slave from afar.
He took off all the childish pretense, pulled away from the boring drama he directed and acted, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression became extremely cold:
"Slave of the Moon Palace, I gave you a choice, and I also gave you dignity."
"Since you have choices and dignity, no matter if there is only one choice or only one, just go to Lingyu Mountain."
"Three of you think that whether it is to start a war, go to the Apricot Realm, or return to the Han Palace Emperor Realm, do these roads really exist?"
As he spoke, he slashed in the air, and suddenly the river of time shattered, and the power of the golden talisman in the Moon Palace Slave's hand disappeared.
He turned the tip of the Wrathful Immortal Buddha Sword, pointed it to the north, and said scornfully:
"The road is at your feet."
"Only one."
"Go to Lingyu Mountain, I said so!"
The night wind is desolate, and the south is dark and cold.
The Moon Palace Slave stared at Dao Qiongtian who had murderous intentions in his eyes, but there was only powerlessness left in his heart.
Yes, from the beginning, none of these options existed.
It's easy to talk, but Dao Qiongcang wants to talk nicely.
When he doesn't want to pretend anymore...
As Xiaoba once commented:
If Dao Qiongcang is really given the opportunity to take off its disguise and really exert its efforts to promote the situation, no one can see the left or right, no one has a second choice, and no one has the time or qualifications to speak.
The only thing that can be done is like a blindfolded donkey, which only knows how to move forward blindly and does not know whether to go straight to the road, or it is still helping people go around in circles.
"Ahaha! It's so serious. Everyone, aren't you scared by me?"
The dead silence was suddenly broken. Dao Qiongcang put down the Buddha Sword and Nu Xian, shrank his neck, and took a few steps back:
"Sister Yue, I'm just kidding. Don't take it seriously. In fact, Ali and I are always afraid of your whip."
"And Xiaoyu...well, I'll just call you that. It will show that our relationship is still very close."
Dao Qiongcang scratched the back of his head and said nonchalantly. He didn't look like an elder at all, but he still had the tone of some elders:
"My sister gets sick from time to time and is not strong enough. The lifespan used to calculate the secrets is the lifespan. I feel that she does not have much lifespan left."
"Xu Xiaoshou is also my friend, and Xiaoyu you are also my nephew. On the wedding day, I will sit at the head table and be your witness."
He waved his hands downward and shouted repeatedly in a kind tone: "Relax, everyone, relax."
The three women were all tense, and no one could relax.
Who can relax?!
Dao Qiongcang knew that the pressure was indeed too much, so he could only sigh silently. After twitching his face at the end, he squeezed out a sly smile and stared at Liu Fuyu:
"Liu Jianxian, please relax a little."
"Although you just accepted my bow, I don't hold grudges. You won't die in this round."
The moon palace slave's expression suddenly changed.
Yu Zhiwen raised his head sharply, as if to see through the disguise and see clearly what was contained in Dao Qiongang's completely black heart - nothing could be seen.
"This is right!"
Dao Qiongcang took the initiative to take a few steps back, clapped his hands and said, "You are a little bit emotional, a little angry, and you look like a real person. Otherwise, if you don't know, you would have thought that the three of you were just Tianji puppets!"
He passed over the murderous Moon Palace Slave, past the murderous Liu Fuyu, past these two insignificant women, and looked at Yu Zhiwen amiably:
"Little fish..."
After waiting for a while and seeing no response from Xiaoyu, he sighed with emotion: "We have told you, now that you have a choice, then stick to your mind and don't be influenced by outsiders or external things anymore!"
"I think Xu Xiaoshou is not a variable, but a fixed number. That's what I think and has nothing to do with you." Dao Qiongcang turned over his hand, "If you think he is, it's him, then that's fine!"
Yu Zhiwen lowered his head solemnly.
In a daze, she felt that she was back in the Taoist school of her childhood, when the teacher was holding a pointer and lecturing in the classroom.
At that time, there were many companions around her, all of them were respectful or awe-inspiring, or playful and smiling. They were so lifelike...
"Then I won't tell you any more. I only have a few words from my heart." Seeing her state, Dao Qiongcang held his forehead helplessly.
Every generation has a talent. It is true that except for Xu Xiaoshou, all the young people are mediocre, even if Yu Zhiwen trained them with her own hands.
"look up!"
He drank hard.
Yu Zhiwen trembled in fright, and when he raised his head, he saw darkness.
Fortunately, although Xu Xiaoshou was not around, Sister Yue and Sister Liu each held their hands.
Dao Qiongcang was too lazy to talk nonsense: "After you go to Lingyu Mountain, you will see Hua Changdeng. Hua Changdeng killed Yu Kunpeng with cruel means in the Wurao Emperor Realm..."
"Beast!" Moon Palace Slave yelled angrily.
"Well, I'm just stating a fact." Dao Qiongcang opened his mouth, and finally changed the topic and pointed at the two women:
"If Ba Zunzhen wants to kill Hua Changdeng, or he can't kill him, but Xu Xiaoshou will kill Hua Changdeng after he comes out of the building."
"And I said, Hua Changdeng cannot die, will you stop your Xiaoba and Xiaoshou?"
Moon Palace Slave, Yu Zhiwen was stunned.
Huachang Deng cannot die, what does this mean?
Dao Qiongcang waved his hand, indicating that the two women did not need to answer: "It's just a reminder. It doesn't matter whether you take it to heart or not. There is no need to answer or make a choice. After all, you probably won't listen to me anymore..."
He put this aside, forced out a kind smile, and took out a wooden box wrapped in black cloth from his arms. What was inside could not be seen at all.
He solemnly handed the black cloth wooden box to Yu Zhiwen and said:
"Your sister Yue said that I bet on three companies. You think Xu Xiaoshou is still a variable. In fact, I think you are right, and I also hope that I am wrong."
"If after this battle, Ba Zunzun is dead and Xu Xiaoshou is dead, this black cloth wooden box will have no meaning at all. You can open it or throw it away if you want."
The two women have their own differences, and Dao Qiongcang turns a blind eye. He never cares about outsiders' reactions, choices, or answers, nor does he want to listen to mediocre answers:
"But if the Eight Masters are eliminated, Xu Xiaoshou survives, the ancestor gods are wiped out, and everything is perfect."
"Please pass this box to Xu Xiaoshou for me, thank you."
Dao Qiongcang bowed insincerely, his attitude and his change were really scary.
Yu Zhiwen took the black cloth box with weak hands.
She was completely confused and had no idea which of Dao Qiongang's sentences was true and which was false, which was useful and which was just nonsense.
In front of the Taoist Palace Master, she was as dull as a puppet of heaven.
The Moon Palace Slave watched everything silently, and after seeing the sky recede, he did not speak again, but kept gesturing to the north, gesturing to Lingyu Mountain.
Of course she is the leader.
But when I think about it, even in the "happy ending", what the damn Dao Qiongcang said was that the Eight Masters were eliminated...
The Moon Palace Slave couldn't help but want to make a sound.
Dao Qiongcang just raised his hand to signal for silence: "I know what you want to ask, don't ask."
"Dao Qiong Cang!" The Moon Palace Slave was angry and angry, and really wanted to kill someone.
Dao Qiongtian still provides a channel for people to vent their emotions.
He took out a copper coin, threw it up, put the copper coin in his palm, and looked at the Moon Palace Slave:
"An old game, guess the pros and cons, no prizes for guessing."
He raised the corners of his lips slightly and glanced at Yu Zhiwen, "She believes in variables. You should also believe in variables. It's good to be more naive."
The Moon Palace Slave responded coldly.
This is indeed an old game. When she was a child, Dao Qiongcang often played this game when she started playing Shengun. Her red lips parted and she followed her to the end:
"just."
Dao Qiongcang spread out his hand, and the copper coin was on its back.
A smile appeared on his face, and he threw the copper coin upwards with a clang, "It's only three things. This is the last chance. I'll seize it, Sister Yue."
"just!"
Dao Qiongcang spread out his hand, and the copper coin was on its back.
With a snap, he directly crushed the copper coin into pieces, put his hands on the back of his head, turned around with his head shaking, and left here with a long smile:
"Time! Fate!"
"Come back!" Moon Palace Slave raised his voice, with anger in his voice, "The third time, the last time!"
Dao Qiongang stopped and stepped on the sea water. Half of his body was submerged. He did not look back: "Bettors will lose."
"The third time, the last time!" Moon Palace Slave repeated.
Dao Qiongcang turned around, took out another copper coin, and showed the pros and cons to the three women, saying that he had not touched anything:
"positive and negative?"
The Moon Palace Slave hesitated for a long time and then said loudly:
"opposite!"
锔——
Dao Qiongcang threw the copper coin high with his fingers and said with a smile: "I'm not determined."
Before the copper coin hit the ground, his body turned into starlight and disappeared on the Nanming Sea.
Buzz buzz...
The fate that was thrown from the sky happened to land on a small stone slab the size of a thumbnail in front of the three women. It actually stood and spun around without stopping for a long time.
As if it were fate, copper coins can be transferred for a century, which means that eternity is always a variable.
"Wow!"
But not a century.
However, after a few breaths, the waves came and hit the copper coin bit by bit. With a snap, the copper coin lay dead on the small stone slab.
The world is quiet.
Moon Palace Slave looked down.
The copper coin of Dao Qiongtian has an eight engraved on the front and the emblem of the Holy Slave on the back - a naked slave holding his knees and crying.
She has seen both sides of the "Saint Slave".
This last one, the yellow copper coin lying dead on the small stone slab, has the seal character "eight"!