On the top of a towering mountain peak deep in Lao Mountain, an old Taoist wearing linen robes and straw sandals twitched hard at the corners of his eyes when he saw the white light that penetrated the clouds and connected the sky and the earth.
"What a cruel junior. Is it because I'm old that I get bullied and don't do anything?"
Taojun Xuyuan was so entangled that he tore off several beards.
"Uncle Master, there is a letter from the Dongfang Family!"
At this moment, a middle-aged Taoist priest with extraordinary bearing came close to him. If any senior officials of the Song Dynasty were here, they would definitely recognize him as the contemporary headmaster of Taiqing Palace - Ling Xiaozi!
"This family is full of bronze stench, but they have a good plan. They take people to the middle Tang Dynasty. The sky is high and the emperor is far away. Even if something happens, no one can help!"
Daojun Xuyuan looked at the jade certificate that was handed to him, read it casually, and crushed it to pieces with disdain.
Ling Xiaozi looked at his nose with his eyes, his nose with his heart, and there was no argument. It was not easy for him to intervene in such matters, so it was better to let the elders handle it themselves.
"Forget it, the time has come for the Hidden Dragon to rise to the abyss, and this guy is a master who can do anything he wants, so let him go to the Tang Dynasty and cause trouble to others!"
The sun, moon and stars were flashing in his eyes, and he made an instant decision.
"I will obey my uncle's orders!"
Ling Xiaozi bowed respectfully, turned around and left.
"Why can't it be calculated? Even if this kid's Qi was obscured by those old guys, he shouldn't be in such a disorder. Not even the slightest trace can be found in the Tianji. What's the reason?"
The five fingers of Xuyuan Taoist's right hand under his robe were pinching back and forth at a dizzying speed. But what made the sage even more troubled was that he couldn't get any clues at all.
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At the same time, Nanyang Prefecture, which was close to the Song Dynasty and the Mid-Tang Dynasty, was located in the middle and upper reaches of the Luo River, which has been called the Luo River since ancient times. It was in the most fertile Luoning County, in an unknown void space.
A stream of light ignored the obstacles of heaven and earth and continued like this, entering one of the valleys shrouded in mist and clouds. There was a temple-like building there.
The stream of light entered it, went straight to the top of countless spiritual tablets, turned into an ancient scroll, and landed quietly on the altar table.
"What a cruel method!"
Under the altar table, an old man with white beard and hair, with angry eyes, looked at the crystal-clear little man with a high level of existence who walked out in a daze at the end of the scroll.
If you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that this villain is exactly the same as Luo Longsheng, except that his expression is dull, his breath is unstable, and he seems to collapse at any time.
It was Luo Longsheng's soul, but most of it was destroyed, and his intelligence was gone!
The old man looked gloomy. He bowed respectfully to the scroll first, and then he took out an iron-wood box with mysterious runes carved on it. He pasted the villain with a talisman that looked like a piece of withered yellow straw paper and put it into the wooden box.
Keep the precious and important things in your right sleeve.
"Xiao Liu'er, don't worry, my father will not let you die! There is not much else in the family, but there are many people. There are many people in the branches, and we will definitely find a suitable furnace body for you!"
The old man patted his sleeves lightly and said coldly.
For a while, the dark wind gusted inside the ancestral hall, making it feel like hell and making people shudder.
"Ancestor, a letter from Jinlin!"
At this moment, a middle-aged man appeared at the door of the ancestral hall.
"explain!"
The old man didn't look back.
"Jin Lin said that he can be sent to the Middle Tang Dynasty!"
The middle-aged man said respectfully.
"Zhongtang? Want to use Zhongtang's help to get rid of that little bastard? Jin Lin has a good plan. The Lu family's enemies in Zhongtang are not simple!"
The old man smiled coldly, waved his hand and said, "Reply to the golden scale, I'm sure, but what he promised must be fulfilled twice, otherwise I will deal with him personally!"
"yes!"
The middle-aged man was shocked and retreated respectfully.
"Hmph, since cause and effect have formed, it is time to cut through the knot with a sharp knife. When you cut off, you will continue to suffer from the chaos. This is the harm of indecisiveness!
You have been plotting and scheming one by one, but no one is willing to take action until now. Xiao Liuer's physical body was destroyed in return. I will help you, but if you can't do it, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
The old man's secretive murmur echoed in the ancestral hall and lingered for a long time.
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Almost at the same time, in the cave at the bottom of Anshan Lake, the old drunkard turned over, muttering repeatedly, and knocked over several wine jars. In the Song Dynasty, most of the residences of several semi-holy demon clan spiritual officials collapsed.
It is said that some dragon turtles woke up from sleep and were too angry when they got up. Some of the junior demon clan spiritual officials did not open their eyes and bumped into the muzzle of the gun.
In the Liantian Peak of Songshan Mountain, in front of a dilapidated ancient temple, an octogenarian monk who was sweeping suddenly suddenly stopped his broom and swept the fallen leaves several times. Dozens of Taoist temples under the Taiqing Palace were destroyed. The strange thing is that no one was killed or injured!
An old Niu Noi rushed out of the Taiqing Palace in an aggressive manner and went straight to Songshan Mountain. He ran to the gate of Shaolin Temple and jumped in front of the gate to curse, but he was chased out of Songshan Mountain by several bald old monks, and even one of his shoes ran away.
In the depths of Taihang, an old man as tall as a bear, with a complexion as black as the bottom of a pot, wearing a leather robe, was tending the vegetable garden. He scratched his messy hair, and countless blood-black poisonous insects were scattered, roaring out, heading straight to Dongzhou.
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As if he was still dissatisfied, he stamped his feet fiercely. The Shoushan Mansion in Bohai County, Dongzhou, hundreds of millions of miles away, collapsed most of the famous Shoushan Paradise, including the ancestral graves of the Dongfang family!
Before the Dongfang family could react, the little princess of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea went out to patrol the sea. She seemed to be having too much fun, causing the sea water to pour in. Strangely, it did not harm the people, but instead turned the Shoushan blessed land into a lake.
The poor Dongfang family didn't even have time to collect the bones of the family members before they were washed away.
Of course, the matter is far from as scary as the rumors. The Dongfang family is one of the four major dragon merchants in the world, and the care of their ancestral graves is naturally extremely important, but the damage to the underground spiritual veins is certain!
Moreover, the future is destined to be full of disasters, but this is another story!
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Regarding the occurrence of these turmoils, the senior officials of the Song Dynasty noticed something fishy and strangely all became mute. No one said a word. Even the Holy Temples only issued decrees and issued orders, but no actual actions were taken.
As for the people at the bottom, there is no impact at all. They work at sunrise and rest at sunset, just like in the past.
The initiator of all this, Zheng Lao Shen, entered Jiaoqin City at this time, went straight to the Teleportation Hall, and returned to Yingdu City without stopping for a moment!
Instead of leaving in a hurry, I went to a stronghold in the city and met a young man who was as handsome as jade and a bit shy when he smiled!
"Grow up!"
Wu Ming's smile was full of relief.
In the past, Qingzhu was too inconspicuous, lame and blind. Who would have thought that such a person, in just four years, would grow into a genius who can defeat the master!
After killing the Zhang family, Qingzhu relieved his heart. He finally took the Blood Yang Golden Pill and recovered his eyes and stump of his leg. This is a young man with a will as strong as iron. He supported his crippled body and achieved achievements that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve in their lives.
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Qingzhu was equally happy to see the light again today. He knelt down respectfully, his eyes as bright as before, shining with reverence: "Please, Your Majesty, take me in!"
"What did you say?"
Wu Ming helped him up, patted his shoulder heavily, and said seriously, "Back then, you ignored your safety to report the news and forged a fate. Now that your great revenge has been avenged, don't you want to go around and take a look?"
"Qingzhu knows that if there is no support in this life, he will be like a duckweed without roots. No matter bamboo or pine tree, it cannot be without roots!"
Qingzhu's tone was calm, simple and clear.
"That's fine!"
Wu Ming sighed in his heart, and said after a while, "Now that everything is over, you can go to the south. Don't be too busy refusing. You have been stuck in this place for these years, so you should go out for a walk. It will be helpful for your martial arts practice."
For help, find the assassin and tell him that I have made a mistake and I may not be able to do what I promised him in a short time! Let him rest assured that I will definitely do it for him.
Moreover, we have to pay attention to the traces of a few people!"
As he spoke, he took out his pen and ink, wrote a few letters, and handed them to Qingzhu.
Qingzhu's eyes showed disappointment, but he put it away solemnly and promised to get things done.
"Go for it!"
After chatting for a few more words, Wu Ming handed several treasures and a batch of cultivation resources to Qingzhu, and asked him to leave Yingdu City.
Now that Qingzhu's body has recovered, his cultivation is expected to further improve. Although he is receiving strong help, Wu Ming does not want him to stay here.
The storm is about to come...
The capital was so peaceful that it made his heart palpitate. Even being ambushed by the Semi-Saints twice, he didn't feel so depressed.
Therefore, Wu Fu and Sang Jingjing went to Qinzhou, and the remaining people were secretly sent out of the capital by him for various reasons, or at least they would not stay around.
If it is not a random thing, he has to come forward. Now he is willing to find a place to wait quietly for the limelight to pass before coming out, even if he is scolded as a coward!
Fortunately, Wangfu Nestle has already taken shape. After Wu Ming compiled the practice guidelines, many of them can stand alone. It is time to let them out and spread their wings.
It is precisely for this reason that Honglian left a letter and left. With this woman's reliance on Wu Ming, she will never betray him!
After staying in the stronghold for a long time, thinking carefully and making sure that there were no omissions, Wu Ming left and rushed to Bailing Pavilion.
In any case, the life-and-death fight between Hu Lai and Ye Tingxuan seemed to be a personal grudge. However, due to Wu Ming's deliberate guidance and the particularity of the Dongfang family behind the Ye family, it looked like it had escalated into a battle between two major forces.
In Xu Qiulan's words, many people in Bailing Pavilion were dissatisfied with Wu Ming's actions.
This is common sense. After all, no one has anything to do. Just because he has accepted a disciple and fights with others, he has to enmity with the Dongfang family. What is this?
But everything has happened, and the matter has reached this point, and there is no room for change!
When Wu Ming saw Dongfang Zixuan outside Bailing Pavilion, Wu Ming was not surprised at all. Like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, he stepped forward to say hello with a smile on his face.
"Hi!"
Wu Ming's tone was natural, his smile was sincere, and there was nothing wrong with him at all.
Dongfang Zixuan was furious and didn't know how to vent her anger. She stamped her feet, sat down with her mouth curled, and made tea in silence.
After a while, the fragrance of tea overflowed, and a tinkling sound reached my ears. A strange phenomenon appeared. Every drop of tea was like pearls falling from a jade plate!
Just like before, this woman's craftsmanship became better and more extraordinary. A few drops of hot tea gradually came out. Not only did the weeds she touched not hurt, they became more green and full of vitality!
It's a pity that the tea drinker is a person who burns harps and cooks cranes, and plays the harp to cows. (To be continued)