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Chapter 29 Tianjimen, calculate Tianji!

Tianjimen, one of the four sects and eight gates, is located at the junction of Jiangbei County and Hanfeng County in Qingguo.

Tianji Sect has always kept a low profile and never participated in power disputes. Tianji Sect is also the smallest and weakest sect among the eight sects, but it is also the most mysterious one.

The reason why it can be included in the eight sects is, first, the foundation laid by the elders in the sect, and the other reason is the unique skill of Tianji Sect: Tianji Shu!

In the north of the Yangtze River, at the junction of the two counties of Hanfeng, there is a Hidden Mist Mountain. The mountain is shrouded in fog all year round, and there is a large formation. Even outsiders cannot get close to the Hidden Mist Mountain, let alone entering.

If you can get out of the formation and enter the Hidden Mist Mountain, you will find that there are many pavilions on the top of the mountain, groups of animals on the mountain, and spiritual birds flying in the sky.

On the top of the mountain with many pavilions, there is a wooden palace, which is the main hall of Tianji Gate, Tianji Hall.

The top of the Tianji Hall is where Ji Changsheng, the leader of the Tianji Sect, meditates and retreats.

"Cough cough cough..."

A thin but handsome young man coughed into Ji Changsheng's room and interrupted an old man with white hair and white beard who was concentrating with his eyes closed.

The old man is none other than the leader of the Tianji Sect: Ji Changsheng.

"Father, why are you calling the child? Cough cough cough..."

As the man spoke, he coughed again, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

Ji Changsheng slowly opened his eyes, a look of regret flashed through his bright eyes.

"Sick boy, will you turn twenty this year?"

The man, no, it should be said to be Ji Changsheng's son: Ji Wubing.

"Father, I just turned twenty yesterday."

As Ji Wubing spoke, he slowly walked to a chair and sat down, as if his legs would be broken if he stood for a while.

"Alas! You are twenty years old. Neither your eldest brother nor your second brother have lived past the age of twenty-five. And you have been frail and sick since you were born. It seems that your father has calculated too many secrets, which is contrary to the laws of nature."

Ji Changsheng sighed. Of his three sons, only the youngest is left, and he is still a sick boy.

Although he can practice cultivation, he always looks sick and sick.

"Father, this is not your fault. Back then, the beast tribe invaded and the world was about to be in chaos. It was you who used the secret method of Tianji to figure out the beast tribe's conspiracy and avoid the destruction of all living beings."

Ji Wubing looked at his father with admiration. Even if he did not live to be twenty-five, he would not blame his father.

Ji Changsheng looked at his only son with a trace of guilt on his face.

Then his expression changed:

"Sick son, my father discovered a few days ago that the Haotian star that was supposed to disappear in the east lit up again, so he used the secret technique again and learned that the owner of this natal star, Ximen Hao, the eldest prince of the Qing Kingdom, had recovered from a serious illness.

The stars are getting brighter

, even bright red, as red as blood! Later, spies inside and outside reported that the eldest prince Ximen Hao, who had been bedridden for two years, was indeed cured! He turned from a useless person to a warrior, and his temperament changed drastically! The sick child

, Qingguo is going to be in chaos!"

Ji Wubing's delicate and feminine eyebrows raised slightly and coughed twice:

"Father, didn't you say that our Tianji Sect doesn't care about the affairs of the Sixteen Kingdoms? Let's just make chaos happen."

"No! It's different this time! My father can't figure out what's causing the strange resurrection of Haotian Star. But my father has a vague feeling that maybe he can save you!"

Ji Changsheng seemed to see hope and was a little excited.

"Who? That Ximen Hao? Father! How can a guy who almost died on a woman save me?"

Ji Wubing had a look of contempt on his face. Although they didn't care about Qingguo's affairs, they still knew that the Qingguo's eldest prince indulged in excessive lust and almost died on a woman.

"For a sick child, regardless of how he was before, his temperament changes drastically after he recovers. Do you know that there is a popular saying in the Qing Dynasty, both among the people and the officials: If you are an official and do not make decisions for the people, it is better to go home and sell sweet potatoes.

, who said that?”

"Who is it? Don't say it's that guy."

"Exactly!"

Ji Changsheng nodded solemnly, and then told the story of Anyang City.

Yinwu Mountain is not very far from Anyang City, and spies from outside have already reported it.

"Ahem! Are you just pretending?"

After Ji Wubing finished listening, he couldn't help but cough again.

Ji Changsheng looked at his son, stroked his gray beard, and suddenly said seriously:

"Sick boy, you have been practicing the art of heaven for more than ten years, and you are talented and intelligent, and you are also good at strategy. Today, my father asked you to go down the mountain to find Ximen Hao! Follow him and witness with your own eyes this star that is supposed to be there.

What happened to the fallen Haotian Star!"

"Ahem...Father~Father, are you kidding me? Our Tianji Sect never cares about the affairs of the court, right?"

Ji Wubing looked at his father in disbelief, thinking that he was old and confused.

"Sick boy!"

Ji Changsheng suddenly shouted loudly, which startled Ji Wubing.

"Sick son, my father is old and I only have a son like you. I don't want to see you in the situation of your two brothers again. Five years! Only five years! Go find him and witness him, maybe it will break the law.

Drop this curse!"

"Father, father, what on earth have you calculated?"

When Ji Wubing saw that his father insisted on letting him find a useless prince, he even broke the rules of the Tianji Sect and was sure that his father must have calculated something.

Ji Changsheng did not answer, but waved his hand:

"Go! Go down the mountain. Don't bring any followers. This is also an experience for you. Go ahead..."

After saying that, he closed his eyes.

Ji Wubing wanted to ask again, but when he saw his father's appearance, he closed his mouth.

He stood up slowly, couldn't help coughing twice, and then saluted:

"My child obeys my command, my child will leave."

After his son left, Ji Changsheng slowly opened his eyes, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing his gray beard red.

"Son, it's not that my father didn't tell you, it's that he couldn't believe it! With one hexagram, my father has almost exhausted his lifespan, and he will never dare to use the magic of heaven again."

He slowly raised his head and looked at a pattern of sun, moon and stars on the top of the palace. The whole pattern seemed to be alive, rotating slowly.

Suddenly, a trace of fear flashed across his face.

"Mountains of corpses, seas of blood, sword lights, sword shadows, and wolf smoke are everywhere ~ humans and beasts are fighting! Qingguo is in chaos, Tianqing is in chaos, and no sect can avoid disputes! Haotian Star will be an evil star... A sick boy, a father

I just made some preparations in advance. If you still don’t survive twenty-five, your five years will not be in vain..."

Outside the palace, the thin Ji Wubing stood alone at the entrance of the hall, overlooking the entire Hidden Wu Mountain.

Although there are many lofts on the mountain, the sect is no longer as prosperous as before. He, the sickly young sect leader, has let many people see the future of Tianji Sect.

The current Tianji Sect is just like his body, his time is running out and he is terminally ill.

"Come here~"

"Young master, what are your orders?"

The disciples guarding the temple bowed.

"Go, bring me~ cough cough cough! Bring my 'dog', I want to go down the mountain."

Ji Wubing said sadly.

The disciple was obviously confused for a moment, but he still bowed out respectfully.

"Yes, young master."

"Father, if you don't let me bring an entourage, it's okay to bring a dog, right? My son is very weak...cough cough cough..."


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