From the moment he met these two monks, Wu Jie never identified himself. The two of them were obviously not familiar with Lin Lushan, and they did not know that the sworn brother of the Prime Minister of Chu was the world-famous Little Fire God Wu
Xie, they didn't understand Wu Jie's identity until Wu Jie reported his family status.
So they were stunned for a moment, and it took them a long time to come back to their senses.
"Qingyang Temple Wu Jie Wu Zhifei!"
"Little Fire God Wu Jie!"
The two looked at each other, their eyes as wide as pigeon eggs.
In the battle at the Immortal Mountain in the East China Sea, Wu Jie suppressed hundreds of casual cultivators with one person, and even defeated nearly ten masters above the middle stage of refining the sword with one enemy. He even fought against the elder of the Demon Sect Ning Yuan.
, this achievement, looking at today's Gang Lian monks, probably no one can achieve it.
If this scene was not amazing enough, then he condensed the flames into a giant sword, slashed the huge fairy mountain in half, and even split the vast sea, which was even more jaw-dropping.
Cutting mountains and dividing seas, this is no longer something that can be described as "powerful". It is a great magical power that can only be possessed by elders of famous sects. Not to mention monks like them in the realm of Tongyou, even the heads of ordinary sects.
, it may not be possible!
After this battle, Wu Jie has been hailed as the strongest person in the realm of refining power in the world, or at least one of the few people who are qualified to compete for this title. For monks like them, it is simply necessary.
You can only look up at this character by raising your head until your neck hurts!
"I actually argued with Wu Jie?! Oh my god!" The monk who had just argued with Wu Jie touched his neck and felt a chill. He was filled with fear. "I'm so lucky not to be burned to death by him!
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"Yes! It turns out that the sworn brother of Duxiu Gong Lin Lushan is actually the Little Fire God! His luck is so good!" Another person thought of something else, "How great it would be if I also had such a sworn brother! He
If a little bit of stuff leaks out from between my fingers, I won’t be able to enjoy it enough!”
"Yes! Back then, he scraped away seventy-eight percent of the contents of that fairy mountain! There were more than twenty top-level magic weapons alone, among which it is said that there were also treasures that had degenerated from magic weapons.
As long as you keep it on your body for hundreds of years, it will probably become a magic weapon again!"
"If I have a magic weapon, I can start a sect..."
"Bah! With our little cultivation, what's the use of establishing a sect? It's better to give the magic weapon to those casual cultivators, so that they will be willing to accept us as disciples. With the guidance of a Ning Yuan master, we can break through the realm of refining.
Isn’t it easy?”
The two of them talked passionately and excitedly.
But when their excitement subsided, looking at the two comrades who were tied like rice dumplings, their excitement disappeared and turned into a sad face.
No matter how beautiful the fantasy is, it is just a fantasy after all. The problem in front of us is real!
They looked at me and I looked at you, hesitating for a long time, and finally gritted their teeth, and each of them picked up a Dunguang and flew out of Changning City.
They would never dare to shirk the task assigned by Wu Jie. So no matter how troublesome it was, no matter how much trouble it would cause, they could only grit their teeth and get through it.
And in their hearts, there is still a small thought - if this matter can be done properly, beautifully, and satisfy Wu Jie, maybe they can get some benefits...
The benefits given by a great master like Wu Jie, even if they are just a little bit, are still amazing!
So the two men went out separately to contact various monks in Changning City, gathered them together, made Wu Jie's words public, and publicly executed the two monks who killed people casually.
It's a pity that those two people have been practicing for hundreds of years and finally entered the realm of Tongyou, but in the end they lost their lives because of killing two mere mortals - I wonder if they knew better and regretted it so much that their intestines turned green!
Wu Jie didn't know about these things for the time being. After he explained the matter, he went to the inner courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion and found Lin Lushan who was busy writing in the study.
Lin Lushan's body was astonishingly thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. But his spirit was very good, his eyes were shining, and there was an invisible aura that made Wu Jie stand out among the monks in the world.
The already famous masters were all shocked.
Whenever he finished writing a sentence, there would be a flash of green light on his body, and then the white dragon made of luck would roll in the sky, as if cheering for him.
I don't know how long Lin Lushan has been writing, but I can see that the study is now full of green light, and the long-lost literary fortune is constantly emitting, seeming to cover everything in the study with a misty green glow.
Lin Xiao was also in the study, polishing ink for his father. His expression looked a little sad, but there was also a hint of joy - Lin Xiao had grown up listening to his father's stories.
Lin Duxiu, the leader of the Southeast, is so legendary, so outstanding, so extraordinary, it is heart-wrenching for him.
But the father in Lin Xiao's memory has nothing to do with the word "culture". First he was the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, dealing with money and grain figures every day. Later, although he became the prime minister, he was only busy with government affairs every day.
When he picked up his pen, he either wrote memorials or reviewed documents. He never wrote poems or compositions.
Even...even the people he usually interacts with are mostly good at affairs but not good at poetry and calligraphy.
The legendary Duke Duxiu and the real Prime Minister Lin are two completely different people!
Lin Xiaozhi learned very early. When he was a child, he asked his mother why his father was completely different from the legend. Du Daner did not answer directly, but just touched his head and said with a smile, "You will understand when you grow up."
It’s…”.
Now that he has grown up, in his twenties, he is an adult who can support the whole family no matter where he is. He has understood why his father has changed from the legendary Duxiu Gong with world-famous poems to a man with a memory that lasts all day long.
The busy Prime Minister Lin understood his father's choice and agreed very much with it.
But deep in his heart, he still hoped that his father would one day put aside those complicated government affairs, pick up the long-awaited pen again, write wonderful poems and essays, and regain his legendary talent.
Lin Duxiu, the great talent from the southeast of China, is the most famous person in the world!
But at this moment, what he was looking forward to happened really before his eyes!
Lin Xiao carefully rubbed the ink and turned his head to look at his father. His father was concentrating on the text and completing a prose about the scenery of the southeast.
At this moment, his father's eyes had a dazzling light that he had never seen before, and his whole person exuded a powerful aura that he had never seen before. Compared with his father, all the so-called talented men and writers he had seen in the past were just like chickens and dogs.
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Those people are not without talent or temperament, but if they are mountains and rivers, the father at this moment is the Qingyang Mountain that Master took him to! Maybe not so tall and majestic, but they have an unparalleled aura of aura, enough
Compare famous mountains and rivers to small mounds and ditches worth mentioning!
Even though he knew that his father's current light came from burning his life, he felt more happy than sad.
People are bound to die, not to mention my father who is a mortal, even myself as a half-demon and an immortal cultivator is no exception. If you can emit such a light before death, this life is worth it, there is no such thing as
What a pity!
Lin Lushan has always been very busy. Lin Xiao's first teacher was his wife Du Dan'er. Du Dan'er's temperament was gentle yet strong, gentle yet extreme. She didn't seek to live as long as the sky, but only sought to be brilliant for a while.
Something she has often said to her son since he was a child.
Lin Xiao never dared to forget his mother's teachings. He inherited Du Dan'er's bloodline, and also inherited the soft yet strong, gentle yet sharp spirit. So he was extremely disappointed with his father's final choice.
joy.
Wu Jie did not disturb Lin Lushan, but stood aside and watched quietly. Then he noticed his apprentice's eyes and couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.
He knew his apprentice's thoughts. But he did not agree with his apprentice's ideas.
Cultivation and seeking immortality is a long road. On this road, there are often times when you have to take a detour, have to wait, or even have to give up something. Only by making choices can you keep moving forward. If you have to make choices
If so, he felt that except for major matters of right and wrong, everything else could be given up.
But Lin Xiao obviously doesn't think so. Like his mother, he pursues a moment of glory even if he destroys hundreds of years of practice; even if he burns his life into a meteor across the sky, as long as he can burn it to his heart's content
, just have no regrets! This is not good! This is not the way to live forever! Wu Jie has persuaded Lin Xiao many times about this, but
His persuasion obviously didn't have much effect - just as he couldn't convince Dan'er back then, he couldn't convince Dan'er's children now. This made him very regretful, but there was nothing he could do about it. Lin Xiao chose his own path and became a
The master can only help him try to make up for it, but he cannot force him out of that path.
For people with high-spirited personalities, forcibly suppressing their temperament is tantamount to harming them.
His eyes fell on Lin Lushan again. At this moment, Lin Lushan was shining brightly, more dazzling than he had ever seen in the past decades. It was so dazzling that even the sadness in his heart was driven away, leaving only heartfelt admiration.
Of course he hopes that Lin Lushan can live a long life, but as Lin Lushan himself said back then, if a man can win a person who is famous all over the world and will be remembered forever, let alone fifty years, even if he can only live thirty
Years later, I am already willing to do so!
Life is like a shooting star, leaving traces across the sky, rather than being like a pile of coal, hiding in the mountains for thousands of years!
...Perhaps this is their path, not to seek immortality, but to remain famous through their deeds.
