As the most majestic and important city fortress in the entire Kyushu world, the wall of Chang'an City has special significance.
Wu Jie, who once launched the Chang'an Formation in the Nine Provinces Mountains and Rivers Map, knew that this city wall, which had gone through countless wars since it was built in the Holy Emperor era, but had not even a single brick broken, was essentially the entire land of Kyushu.
Each section of the city wall corresponds to a section of mountains and rivers. If you want to shake it, you need enough power to shake the mountains.
It's not easy to shake a mountain. Immortals like Wu Jie can give it a try, but it is absolutely impossible for a mortal army to do it.
Similarly, because of the special nature of this city wall, all kinds of magic in the world will be sucked away by the city wall once it is transported, incorporated into the ground beneath the feet, and turned into a force to defend the city. As long as you are within ten feet of the city wall,
Inside, unless the Patriarch is so bored that he wastes his energy to cast his natal Taoist skills, even the lowest deception method cannot be used.
Wu Jie swept his mind and saw that Master Tianlong was already in the middle stage of refining the power. He had made great progress in the past forty years. But no matter how powerful he was, he could only stay on the rooftop to avoid the eyes of ordinary people. Think about it carefully.
, it’s actually a bit embarrassing.
"There are old friends over there. I'll go and meet them." Wu Jie smiled and said to the people in the car, "You guys go to the Han Dynasty Department of Etiquette for a handover. I will naturally come when you visit."
Before he finished speaking, he had disappeared, but his figure appeared in the air above the city wall.
After removing Feitian's magic power, Wu Jie's whole body was like a big stone falling heavily, but when it landed on the tower, it was light and did not make even the slightest sound. This is not magic, but martial arts. After practicing Taoism for many years, Wu Jie has never been neglected.
Martial arts is one of the seven arts of Taoism. People who are good at martial arts will have extra advantages in exercising their body and mind or fighting for victory.
"Good, good, fellow Daoist Wu is indeed here!" When Wu Jie's feet were lightly on the ground, Master Tianlong, who was supposed to be sleeping soundly, sat up, and his pair of bull's eyes as big as copper bells were revealed, which were completely different from his appearance.
Different rays of wisdom.
Wu Jie smiled, went straight to sit across from him, and took out the flask and wine.
"I remember, Master Tianlong, you don't give up drinking, right?"
"The poor monk is a disciple of the True Sect of the Pure Land. When I was ordained in the past, Master Dutong said: I don't care about food, drink, gambling, cheating, kidnapping, murder, and arson. I only don't harm the innocent and harm the good. It should be noted that although the Pure Land is close, it is
Do not accept souls that accumulate evil; although happiness is far away, doing good deeds is the road to heaven." Master Tianlong said with a smile, took the green bamboo glass, and poured it into the sky.
He drank the amber wine in the cup and praised, "Wine! This is a typical southern wine, mellow and slightly sweet, and its fire surname is completely hidden in the thickness of the years... This kind of wine, even if it is in the royal collection
He is probably the most outstanding among them. Did Wu Daoyou bring the gift from the Xiong family of Dongchu to the Liu family of Qinchuan? This poor monk cannot afford to use it!"
"How can an emperor on earth have the right to drink it! This is something a senior gave me before he left for a long journey. When he comes back later, it will still be returned to its original owner." Wu explained, picking up the empty wine flask.
Wine was continuously poured out from it, and Tian Longda filled it up again, "This treasure is called a thousand cups of drink. As long as you can drink it, master, you will be worth thousands of people. It's no problem."
"What a wonderful baby!" Master Tianlong drank another drink and praised sincerely, "Which of your seniors is really a wonderful person who knows how to enjoy life!"
Is the Abandoned Sword Disciple a person who knows how to enjoy life? Wu Jie thought about it carefully and felt that this statement seemed to be very debatable. However, he did not care about it and just refilled it for Master Tianlong.
The beauty of Sumeru mustard seeds
The pot carved from red jade is only as big as a palm. At first glance, it can only hold no more than two taels of wine, but it can flow out endless wine. The wine glass carved from green jade is even smaller. It seems that one cup will not exceed half a tael, but in fact, one cup will not exceed half a tael.
It's nearly half a catty.
Master Tianlong talked and laughed, and drank several glasses in the blink of an eye. This is two or three glasses of wine, and he kept drinking. Such a huge amount, if it were drunk in the human world, it would definitely make the curious drinkers around him stare.
Everyone stared out!
The wine didn't seem strong at first glance, but in fact it had a strong stamina. Master Tianlong drank a glass of it like a cow, and even a member of the Immortal Sect couldn't bear it. After a while, he put down the glass and took a deep sip.
tone, laughing heartily
"You can't drink anymore! If you drink any more, you will really get drunk!"
The master named Zi was bold and straightforward. If he said he didn't want to drink, he just wouldn't drink. He pushed the cup with his backhand and gently landed it in front of Wu Jie: "Thank you for the hospitality! This poor monk drank so happily for many years!"
Wu Jie put away his drinking utensils and said with a smile: "Master, have you been guarding Chang'an all these years?"
"Well, since the Three Religions performed the Dharma, the poor monk and several fellow disciples were ordered to come. The leader at that time was the Patriarch Mingkong of Dahua Zen Temple... From then on, I lived in Chang'an City and concentrated on practicing.
, and never leave." Master Tianlong smiled, "The rolling mortal world is also a place of cultivation. After years of hard work in the mortal world, the poor monk feels that his mind has made great progress, but it is not without gains."
Wu Jie nodded and asked again: "Are you studying the Chang'an Formation? Are there any gains you can talk about?"
"Well... the best way to keep a secret is not to know the secret, so the poor monk never asks." Master Tianlong chuckled, "But usually when everyone is free, we also hear some rumors - the Chang'an Grand Formation
Everything that should be guarded in Zhongyi is complete, and there are even several detailed annotations. The most complicated one is to introduce how to repair the damage caused by time... After so many years, the array should have been completely repaired.
."
Wu Jie laughed: "This is good news!"
"Yes, the poor monk also vaguely heard that in the past, there were actually two treasures of the so-called Nine Provinces Mountains and Rivers Map, and the authentic ones have been kept in the center of the Chang'an Formation. This thing is said to be a piece called the 'Mountains and Rivers Map'
'The replica of the magic weapon, but the original map of mountains and rivers has long since disappeared, otherwise the power of the formation could be even more powerful!"
Wu Jie knew the whereabouts of the Mountains and Rivers Sheji Map. That thing had long since disappeared into the Valley of Nowhere. It housed the tomb of the Holy Emperor Li Xin and guarded the true hub of the land of Kyushu.
Holy Emperor Li Xin is indeed a thoughtful person. He seems to like to prepare plans, light and dark, virtual and real, and extremely complete. Although Wu Jie has only seen his shadow, he has personally experienced his various designs, and he deeply feels that this person has been able to travel through time.
His Majesty the Holy Emperor, taught by his senior Hua Si, is indeed very powerful. Even though he has been dead for many years, the arrangements he left behind are still effective and he protects the land of Kyushu very well.
But if you think about it carefully, Hua Siyuan is the head of the gods, and is on par with the supreme god who created the heavenly world. How clever his status and means are! You can imagine Li Xin's ability to get the favor!
When M Long was not allowed to fight for the stars, Longevity Mountain was willing to take out the treasure of the mountain, the Nine Provinces and Rivers Map, and destroy it - so now are they taking away the authentic Nine Provinces Mountains and Rivers Map?"
"Probably not, but there seems to be a diagram of the design of this magic weapon in the center of the formation..."
"That's it!" Wu Jie nodded repeatedly. As the saying goes, it is better to teach a man to fish than to fish. With the design method of the Nine Provinces Mountain and River Map, Wanshou Mountain can create suitable cave-heaven magic weapons according to its own needs. Compared with
Therefore, the somewhat oversized Nine Provinces Mountains and Rivers Map naturally became something that could be discarded.
The two chatted for a long time, and it was not until the sun set that Wu Jie left to say goodbye. When he did, he seemed to ask casually: "Master, you have been in Chang'an for many years. How do you view today's emperor?"
Master Tianlong touched his shiny bald head and laughed loudly: "You really don't think you are interested in this! From the perspective of the poor monk for so many years, Liu Anguo's work style is the same as mine, and he is just 'stable'."
Wu Jie understood immediately, bowed slightly in greeting, exerted force on his feet, and jumped out far away. When he was ten feet away from the city wall, he suddenly turned into an invisible glow and disappeared without a trace.
Master Tianlong stood on the tower and watched Wu Jie disappear. He was silent for a long time, shook his head, and sighed: "In the past, when the three teachings were practicing, although Wu Daoyou was very brave, his cultivation level was only about the same as mine. He was only fifty.
In less than a year, I reached the middle stage of refining the power in one breath, and I felt that I was making great progress, but I didn’t expect that he had already condensed into true energy in such a short period of time..."
"It is said that sometimes, a person of destiny will appear in the world. No matter whether a person does good or evil, he must be far above everyone else, looking down on all living beings from a height beyond imagination. Holy Emperor Li Xin is such a person,
Huo Lingzi Taixu is this kind of thing, and the abandoned sword disciple is also this kind of person... However, when Wu Daoyou was born, the abandoned disciple was still there..."
He said to himself, with a bit of confusion in his eyes: "Could it be said... that there can be two people in this world in the same era?"
The afterglow of the setting sun fell from the western horizon, falling on this Buddhist monk who was completely different from the rough and treacherous outsiders, but it could not clear away the doubts in his heart.
At about this time, on the observatory of the Tianwaitian Blood Demon Sect, Old Man Tianyan, the leader of the Blood Sect, stared at the faintly changing starry sky, his brows furrowed.
"Since the death of the abandoned swordsman, I found that the fortune of Shenmen, which had been suppressed by him, has recovered rapidly, and there is a sense of cohesion. I think someone with good luck has appeared. After careful calculation, that person has already been in Shenmen.
Why...why didn't I find it when I came?"
He thought for a long time, called Yin Shuang, and ordered: "Master, I watched the celestial phenomena, and I have some thoughts, and I plan to retreat and perform some deductions. During this period, you will temporarily stop practicing, hold the sect master's token, and assist several elders to deal with the sect.
Affairs."
Yin Shuang remained calm, nodded in agreement, and took the token.
"Besides... you should always check carefully to see if there are one or two particularly lucky people in my divine sect... This matter must be kept secret and no one else knows."
"A person who is very lucky...does a disciple count?" Yin Shuang hesitated and asked in a low voice.
"You don't count." Tianyan smiled, "I already know your origin. The person I'm looking for will definitely not be you!"
After saying that, he turned into a streak of blood and flew into the secret room under the observatory.
Yin Shuang held a treasure that symbolized the identity of the leader of a sect, and stood on the observatory, thinking for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out, so she could only shake her head, turn around and leave.
