Eight hundred and eighty-eighth chapter melon skin and arrogance
China stretches for hundreds of millions of miles, and the end of the world is unknown. Various ethnic groups occupy the four directions. The human race has the fertile soil of China, while the barbarians occupy the northern grasslands and the wild Gobi wilderness in the northwest, and still share the living space with some monster races.
Only the Dragon Clan controls the four seas, and has never changed after many epochs. Even if the Dragon Palace is entrusted to the Four Seas, no other clan can gain control of the sea from its hands.
The extreme northeast of the Eastern Song Dynasty, the southeastern border of Northern Jin Dynasty, adjacent to the East China Sea, and the Daxianbei Mountains isolated the three sides, becoming a chaotic and chaotic zone. No one could occupy this rich and productive land.
In countless years of war, power has changed and the three tribes of humans, demons, and barbarians have conquered each other. As a result, this place has changed hands several times, leaving behind countless half-demon, human and barbarian tribes, the most famous of which are Xianbei, Baekje, Gaogou, and Luo.
Sha and several other major tribes.
However, with the founding of the Song Dynasty, the borders covered the surrounding areas. Most of the ethnic groups with foreign blood were driven into the deep mountains and old forests to associate with beasts and monsters. In addition, the barbarians from the Northern Jin Dynasty often went south to block the customs, which made the relationship between the foreign races here and the Song Dynasty extremely tense.
It was originally an extremely rich treasure-producing area. Due to the doubled danger factor, few people entered it again, and the barbarians were extremely greedy. However, some of the people inside were made up of human slaves who had been persecuted by the barbarians and fled here, so they were naturally extremely repelled.
Of course, this refers to ordinary warriors. There are also many brave people who are skilled in martial arts, either alone or in gangs, or in groups, who break into it to search for secrets. Many of them obtain legendary treasures and become famous, but more importantly
Many people never came out.
As for the Dragon Clan, it is said that the corner of the Xianbei Mountains stretching like the sea, called the Black Dragon Ridge, is related to a civil strife countless years ago, which resulted in the death of countless powerful Dragon Clan people.
The North Sea and the East China Sea are adjacent, and the default dividing line is the Black Dragon Ridge. However, when the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea and the North Sea discovered that their own internal strife had consumed too much, causing a great loss of their own clan's vitality, the Black Dragon Ridge had already been conquered by the newly rising tyrannical ethnic group.
occupy.
The name of this clan is Danshan. They were originally a human race subordinate to the mountain giant spirits. In the early years, they worshiped the mountain giant spirits for generations and used the celestial monster giant spirits as their totems. Later, with the rise of the human race, they gradually turned away from the mountain giant spirits.
Relying on their strong inheritance and the human temples as their backing, the Danshan clan quickly established a foothold in Heilong Ridge and became the leading force in the dangerous land of hundreds of millions of miles in the Xianbei Mountains, and has continued to multiply and inherit to this day.
Buzz!
On this day, in the unknown depths of the sky, there were sudden storms, lightning and thunder, and the violent and boundless terror pressure passed away in a flash, but it horrified all living beings in the surrounding area. They were all frightened and scurrying away, fearing to be stared at by the unknown terrifying existence
superior.
Only those who are half-saint or above can vaguely see that between the sky and the earth in the direction of Black Dragon Ridge, a giant silhouette appears, holding the sky and leaning on the ground, forcefully opening the barrier between heaven and earth, and stepping out of the space crack.
After just one glance, all the strong men hurriedly took it back, never daring to take another look. They even hoped to forget the scene just now, because it was a holy king.
Moreover, anyone with some experience, especially those who have been strong in the Xianbei Mountains for a long enough time, will know why the holy king came.
Outside the Black Dragon Ridge, on the top of a 10,000-foot-long cliff, it was as if someone had cut off the mountain peak. On the platform, dozens of men, women and children dressed in linen and rough robes, looking like farmers' children, looked up at the sky.
There was a hint of awe in the eyes of the middle-aged and elderly people, but the young men and women were mostly excited, but they were frightened by the majestic pressure and felt somewhat uncomfortable.
"Danshan Songpu, I have met His Majesty the Holy Monarch Shankui!"
The first one, a skinny old man with dark skin and an old look, leaning on a cane, bowed to the giant's shadow.
"Haha, the old man really matches the honorific title of your human race now. Haha, I am alone!"
A roar like thunder spread through the void, the sky surged with wind and clouds, and instantly solidified. As the giant's shadow disappeared, a tall old man, a brown stone man, and a skinny human youth appeared on the stone platform.
The three are naturally Shanlao, Mopan and Wu Ming who came from hundreds of millions of miles away.
"Your Majesty is joking!"
Songpu's white eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and his bright star-like eyes flashed slightly, and he glanced at the two people beside the old man, "I wonder who these two are?"
"What? The tomb guards in the temples didn't communicate with you?"
Shan Lao said bluntly.
"cough!"
Old Song Pu's face flashed with embarrassment, and he smiled bitterly and said, "This young man has an extraordinary handsome appearance, a majestic weapon, and a spirit that rivals that of an emperor. He should be the recently famous Prince Wu of the Song Dynasty, Prince Ming. As for this clan member,
Brother, this junior will never know!"
Seeing that my ancestors were being bullied as if they were being lectured by the mountain elders to their grandchildren, but they had to keep smiling. The middle-aged and elderly people were fine. After all, they had some experience in the city and could barely survive, but a group of young men and women were quite unhappy.
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However, no one dared to express their dissatisfaction against Shan Lao. Naturally, Wu Ming and Mopan became the target of public criticism, especially Wu Ming.
They knew exactly where Shan Lao's behavior came from. As a human being, Wu Ming helped outsiders, so he was naturally not welcome.
Wu Ming pretended not to know and rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling full of curses in his heart.
This is the first time I know that Shan Lao's real name is Kui, and his mouth is really bad. Even the saints were called gravekeepers by him, which shows that he has deep resentment in his heart.
Wu Ming also knew that the temper that Mr. Yishan had sharpened over the years was not that he didn't know how to restrain himself. In fact, it was because he had too deep grudges to be natural, or he was too lazy to put on airs. After all, someone's ancestral treasure had been taken over by others for countless years.
It would be difficult for me to come back, and anyone else would be unhappy.
If someone who didn't know better saw Shan Lao being so aggressive, they would probably think that he was the villain and the Danshan clan were the victims.
"Okay, this is the new boy in our clan, and he is also one of the candidates for this trip!"
The mountain boss waved his hands and walked straight forward.
"Your Majesty, isn't this against the rules?"
Song Pu hesitated for a moment, but looked at Wu Ming.
"I have given the Giant Spirit Seal to tell the ancestors of my clan, who do you think you are and dare to question my decision?"
Shan Lao said bluntly.
"this……"
Song Pu's breath was stagnant, and he wanted to refuse instinctively, but facing the domineering Shan Lao, he couldn't say anything.
"Brother Shankui, why are you so aggressive? When this junior saw you, he thought you were unkind!"
At this moment, a gentle voice came, and the heart-stopping vague pressure dissipated like snow meeting the scorching sun, and a figure that made people feel like they were slowly appearing in front of them.
Wu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, only to see that it was a handsome middle-aged man in a scholar's shirt, but he couldn't see his true appearance clearly, and knew that this was the arrival of a holy king.
"I have met His Majesty Zhu Sheng!"
Songpu and others hurriedly bowed down, but the other party waved away.
"My surname is Zhu, don't play tricks with the old man. You are the only one in the human race. If you have the real body, let's see if grandpa can blow your ass off."
Shan Lao shook his fist and said viciously.
"Hey, after all these years, I didn't expect Brother Shankui to still have such a bad temper. Anyway, I won't say more. I also ask Brother Shankui to follow the rules!"
The middle-aged man in scholar's shirt did not get angry, he smiled and waved his hand.
"snort!"
The old man did not pester him endlessly, he hummed with a cold face and strode forward.
"Young friend, your literary reputation is spread all over the world. You have been to our Songyang Academy several times. Why did you pass by and not come in?"
Just when Wu Ming raised his feet, the middle-aged man in Confucian shirt said for no reason.
Surprisingly, Shan Lao didn't stop him, he just paused slightly and walked away without stopping.
"Young man has met His Majesty Zhu Sheng!"
Even though Wu Ming had extraordinary ambitions, he felt quite flattered at this moment, and even felt a little unreal.
This is a holy king. Even if he is just distracted to this extent, it is enough to represent him. However, if he takes the initiative to speak to a master like him, no one will believe him.
In fear and fear, like a child who made a mistake, Wu Ming lowered his head, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He intuitively faced the teacher he hated and feared the most in his previous life when he was a child, and he could not think of any resistance.
"You can correct your mistakes if you know them, but you can't do good things..."
The middle-aged man in Confucian shirt smiled and nodded, with an indescribable air of calmness. It was as if this was the way it should be.
Everyone was curious, but did not dare to go into details. Only Song Pu vaguely noticed that the aura on Shan Lao's body suddenly became disordered, and the bulging muscles all over his body seemed to be tense, and the dark metallic luster disappeared in a flash.
"Junior... let you go..."
Wu Ming's head almost dropped to the ground, and he almost raised his hands to accept the attack and punishment. His mind was shocked. The ferocious face that had existed like a shadow for many years when he was a child in his previous life suddenly collapsed. Immediately, his face looked up with a distorted look, and his eyes were filled with laughter.
A faint red light glared at the middle-aged man in scholar's shirt.
After just half a breath, Wu Ming returned to normal in an instant. There were beads of sweat on his pale face, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He bowed to the middle-aged man in scholar's shirt and said, "Thank you, His Majesty Zhu Sheng, for your teachings."
, the boy is very grateful."
The smile of the middle-aged man in scholar's shirt froze for a moment, and then he looked deeply at Wu Ming, his eyes fell on Shan Lao and said: "Brother Shan Kui made a good move!"
"Hmph!"
Shan Lao showed rare reserve, fidgeted with his few beards, and walked away with his hands behind his back, groaning.
"As timid as a mouse!"
Several young men and women from the Danshan clan were unaware of what was going on. When they saw Wu Ming's clothes soaked with cold sweat from his back, and even dripping with water, they sneered in low voices.
"Shut up, don't be rude!"
Several middle-aged and elderly people gave them a stern look.
No one saw the flash of worry in Mr. Songpu's eyes, just like the middle-aged man in Confucian shirt. His eyes stopped on Wu Ming for a long time.
Only Shan Lao noticed that the middle-aged scholar's shirt had just changed color, and his heart was filled with joy. He knew why Wu Ming was in such a mess, as if he had been fighting for three days and three nights and was almost exhausted.
"Shan Lao, I have been feeling something lately. I think a breakthrough is imminent. I'm afraid I don't have enough control over my strength. If I don't care about the severity, I'll fight to the death..."
When approaching the mountain road not far away, Wu Ming said suddenly.
call!
On the originally peaceful stone platform, the footsteps suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at Wu Ming in disbelief. Are you convinced that you dare to threaten the Danshan clan like this with the support of the mountain leader?
"Hehehe, although I am old, my bones can still hold on, just let go of my hands and feet!"
The mountain boss waved his hand carelessly and walked up the stone steps with three shaking steps. (To be continued)