When Shou He went to deal with the documents, his wife went into the kitchen to cook dinner.
Tu Shanjun was leaning on a wicker chair and holding a scroll.
Think carefully.
This matter was handled a bit crudely, not because there was anything wrong with the reason for entering, but because we shouldn't have made the other party agree so eagerly.
In this world, it has always been difficult to ask others to do things. Only when others ask you can you seize the initiative and make the other party more convinced and willing.
Although Tushanjun knew that there would probably be changes here, King Hui of Daqi didn't know.
If he did not comply and reported it to the emperor, it would cause more trouble.
“You should still be cautious in your words and deeds in everything.”
Tu Shanjun clutched the scroll and lowered his voice.
There are many things that you can't explain clearly to the other person, and even if you do, no one will understand.
Even if Tu Shanjun directly told King Hui that the world has changed, if we can exchange interests, take Xishan and me, and be a protector, it would not be able to convince King Hui. It is not as good as using the color of gods and ghosts.
"It's a little rough, but it's still progress."
Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.
He gradually understood some of the wisdom of advanced cultivation.
There are many things that you cannot and should not intervene in.
…
A large temple was built in Xishan.
It looks like a temple, but it is different from ordinary Taoist temples and different from those monk temples. It looks like a temple.
This palace occupies a huge area, enclosing half of the west mountain. The west mountain is controlled by King Hui, and he can do whatever he wants, which means that there are officials impeaching him in the court.
King Hui ignored him.
After hearing a few complaints from those scholars, he continued to build his palace.
In less than a month, with King Hui's gold and silver opening the way, the temple was almost completed.
There are five square halls inside and ten standard balconies outside that are connected to each other.
Standing not far from the gate of the temple, a servant held an umbrella to block the bright sun. Yuan Mu sighed: "Oh, I was born in a prince's family and knew too much, but I was stuck in it. I don't care about this or who.
Small households are unwilling to go, but big sects cannot reach the threshold..."
“What a beautiful view!”
"It's a good view."
"But it's still lacking..."
"But what?"
Yuan Mu frowned.
He was about to see who was so bold as to answer the question while he was talking to himself.
Just as he was about to scold the guard, he heard a somewhat hoarse voice from the ethereal voice.
"I am missing a temple blessing."
Yuan Mu suddenly felt a cold feeling coming from behind.
"Bold."
The attendant shouted angrily.
"shut up!"
Yuan Mu hurriedly stopped and turned his stiff neck to look for the voice. He saw a tall and strong man wearing a black and red robe and iron cloud boots walking slowly towards him.
That man's long dark red hair was extremely eye-catching.
Her long hair was tied up randomly, giving her a rather unruly look.
At first Yuan Mu didn't dare to recognize him, but seeing the other person getting closer and closer, he couldn't pretend anymore and asked tremblingly: "Are you the one?"
"I am the temple blessing here." The tall man answered with his hands raised.
Seeing the other party admit that Yuan Mu let out a sigh of relief.
He was afraid that he would not be able to see the rightful owner.
Yuan Mu cupped his hands and said, "Sir, please excuse me."
The tall, red-haired young man returned the favor and said, "If there is any big event, you can come to the Yama Jun Temple to observe it."
After the words fell, the tall red-haired young man walked towards the temple. As he waved his hand, the breeze blew by, and dozens of red-turbaned warriors accompanied him, spontaneously repairing the unfinished temple.
A few moments.
The scattered laborers and craftsmen who were still there were also invited out.
Standing at the door, King Hui Yuanmu looked at the old Taoist priest beside him and asked solemnly: "What can Master Zhang see?"
The old Taoist priest's cloudy eyes flashed with divine light.
He said in a deep voice: "It's unfathomable."
The old Taoist priest couldn't see the tall young man clearly at all. He stood there like an invisible abyss in the sky.
There was a faint voice in his heart telling him that if he used Dharma Eyes to take a look, he would probably be completely swallowed up by the abyss and become dust that dispersed in the heaven and earth.
Hearing what the old Taoist said, Yuan Mu was no longer nervous.
No matter who the other person is, he can be regarded as his backer now.
I just hope that this Lord of Hell will become stronger and better.
"Go home."
Yuan Mu considered how to obtain the promise from Lord Yan, but was afraid of offending Gao Xiu.
At least you have to know who the other party is and what sect they are, so that you can talk to them.
Thinking of Xiao Xitian Fozi's rejection, Yuan Mu's heart was filled with a bit of gloom and displeasure.
After boarding the carriage, Yuan Mu looked at the old Taoist priest unwillingly and asked: "Master Zhang, do you really have no chance to join those big sects? Although the Taoist sect and Xitian are very ancient, the more so, the more enlightened you should be."
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Master Zhang smiled awkwardly, cupped his hands and said, "With your prince's talent, you can cultivate the golden elixir by turning your energy and blood into magic power after leaving the sacred forbidden land. However, your prince is old and does not have a Taoist body. Otherwise,
The prince should have been taken away by those people when he was ten years old."
"If you don't enter the Taoist sect, and you don't reach the Western Heaven, there should be one of the other ancient sects..."
Yuan Mu sighed: "Hehuan Sect and Beast Control Sect are equally ancient and large, but I... would rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. I might as well join a large sect that is strong in it and become a true successor."
The Hehuan Sect and the Beast Control Sect have low thresholds, but they also have no future.
Even these two are not allowed to enter the True Legend, let alone the Ancient Immortal Tower and Wanfa Sect.
In fact, Yuan Mu wanted to join the Wanfa Sect.
Although I heard that Wanfa Sect was not inherited from ancient times, it actually reached its peak in recent times.
Even Daomen and Xitian are selling the face of Wanfa Sect.
The old Taoist priest looked complicated.
He didn't even dare to hope for these top-notch giants.
Among the five great worlds, Middle-earth is the most powerful, and the names of these forces are even more resounding in Middle-earth.
Even if people born in the Yuanyang Region are extremely talented, those who can become the true successors of those top forces are rare.
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It can only be said that Yuan Mu has not yet entered the path of cultivation and has no intuitive feelings about the people on the immortal path.
Now Yuan Mu only looked at the man who called himself 'Yan Jun' in awe, thinking that he had a guaranteed way out, but he didn't know the terror of that man at all. When Taoist Zhang saw that man for the first time, he
I felt an extraordinary temperament from the tall red-haired young man.
…
Instructing the red scarf warriors to complete the final repairs, Tushanjun stood on the bluestone bricks of the largest palace, the Yanjun Palace, and looked at the clay sculpture sitting upright in the shrine.
The clay sculpture is about three feet high.
Wearing a black imperial robe and a crown on his head.
The bead curtain covered part of his face.
Tu Shanjun didn't know what kind of appearance he should make, so he simply covered up his unfinished appearance with a puff of pure air. Anyway, there were no faithful men and women coming to offer incense and worship. Any kind of appearance would be fine.
Even if there is only a ball of fresh air hovering there, it doesn't matter if you make a scribble to block it.
evening.
"Has everything been cleaned up, madam?"
Shou He rushed back from the county government office in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to change into his official uniform.
I saw Auzanghua counting the number of boxes.
"Official."
"Pack up and leave."
"Brother Zhao is still waiting at the door with someone."
"Let's go now."
Zhao Qingyi heard the greeting and took the warriors from Qingyi Tower into the hospital. He carried four or five large boxes onto the carriage. He stood aside and talked excitedly with Shou He: "Brother, I haven't gone to that temple to see it yet, but it's so big. Standing in it
At the foot of the Western Mountain, covering half of the wall, my small courtyard was too narrow to accommodate my brothers, but now it is spacious and lonely."
"Let's go."
"Let's go now!"
The procession came and went as quickly as it came.
Linjiao pulled the cart, and it took only half an hour to move from Wanning County to Xishan Temple Temple.
Shou He was really shocked.
Then I thought that the time I had to go to the Yamen had changed from less than a quarter of an hour to half an hour, and I didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune. All in all, I didn't have to worry about saving money to build a temple for the old god and build a golden body. There were already people doing these jobs.
Solve it for him.
After settling in, it's almost time to see the stars.
Standing in front of the vast land in Xiaoguan at the back of the mountain, Tushanjun turned his palm and took out a blood-colored elixir and handed it to Shou He.
"Who is this, the old god?"
"The divine blood pill refined using the blood channel should be enough to support my formation."
Tu Shanjun glanced at Shou He. Without the Divine Blood Pill, the warrior's surging Qi and blood could still be used to attack, but that would undoubtedly overdraw the potential, and in severe cases, it would affect the foundation and life span.
With the divine blood pill as a guarantee, Tushanjun himself can at least take action temporarily.
Even if I only have one or two breaths, my strength is enough to arrange everything.
"Hold your breath and concentrate!"
"Sacrifice the soul banner."
Shou He took out the soul flag from his sleeve robe.
As Qi and blood surged, the three-foot soul flag turned into a one-foot-long one.
The blue-black flags drooped down, like a door leading to an unknown abyss.
"Take pills."
Shou He took the elixir without hesitation.
After the Divine Blood Pill entered his abdomen, Shou He immediately felt infinite breath bursting from his lungs and flowing through his limbs and bones.
Boom.
Dong Dong.
War drums beat.
Like a war song from the distant sky.
Shou He circulated his blood meridians, trying his best to suppress the blood dragon in his body, and his eyes opened with surging blood.
Then he saw the tall figure standing not far away gradually disappearing, and the Zunhun Banner standing in front of him stretched out a slender ghost hand that was pale and glowing with blue light.
Be a little trickier.
Ten small flags sit in ten pavilions.
The five fingers suddenly separated.
The five main halls are integrated into the interior.
"cover!"
The moment the hoarse whisper of an emperor resounded, blue-black flags completely replaced the sky above.
An illusory figure walks in this world.
Fang Kai.
It was as if the planet had been spit out by him. Nothing else could be seen on the weak planet, only a towering ancient tree occupying it all.
When the ancient tree was about to fall to the ground, the Five Directions Hall burst out with five elements of light, rotating to form a huge yin and yang millstone.
The flags of the ten directions turned into ten bright pearls and were inlaid on the edge of the yin and yang millstone one by one. The ten pearls lit up one by one, forming ten chains to connect the inside and outside.
The yin and yang millstone hangs behind the ancient wood, covering up all colors.
As if sensing something, the ancient flat peach tree's root system, originally tangled in a mass of mountains, stretched out.
"fall!"
Boom!
The mountain soil was blown away by the black wind.
The ancient flat peach tree finally fell to the ground.
As soon as it takes root, when the yin and yang millstone slowly disappears, the divine light that belongs to the sacred tree disappears.
It seems that what is rooted here is an ordinary three-foot-tall tree.
The illusory figure flicked with a finger.
The blue-black flag was retracted, and the Zhangxu Soul Flag turned into a three-foot-long one again.
Shou He, who was already a little unable to hold on, took another divine blood pill.
The illusory figure standing in front of him disappeared and was replaced by a tall red-haired young man.
He put his palm on the top of his head and said in a deep voice: "The Divine Blood Pill is infinitely effective, but it is a pity that the path forward for the Qi and Blood Martial Arts... has not yet been extended. Otherwise, we can go further by observing the changes in the world."
"have a rest."
Cool your fingers a little.
Shou He already snores like thunder.
Tushanjun, who was standing in front of the ancient tree, looked back at the formation that fit the temple view and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, this formation is enough to cover up the glow of the magic medicine."
Then he looked at the magical medicine of flat peach.
The late autumn leaves, which are dying of disease, are bursting with green.
