Early the next morning, Jiang Siming left three sword seals of the Immortal Trap Sword and entrusted Flanders to deliver them to Emperor Xue Ye. Then he and Sword Douluo embarked on the journey to the Star Luo Empire.
Encounter is always short-lived, and parting is the biggest theme in life.
On the empty road, carriages were speeding, raising dust along the way.
But as the carriage bumped, the two people in the carriage could not calm down.
"Are you sure?" Sword Douluo said, looking at the thoughtful Jiang Siming.
"Try it!" Jiang Siming said calmly, without any emotion.
"Have you thought about how to deal with it? The Xingluo Empire is an empire after all, and the strength of the two of us alone is probably limited." Sword Douluo said with some worry.
"Tell me about the situation in the Star Luo Empire!" Jiang Siming asked instead of answering.
Sword Douluo looked at Jiang Siming, who had a somewhat solemn expression, and said slowly, "The Xingluo Empire has always been controlled by two major families. On the surface, the two families are in harmony, and the Evil-Eyed White Tiger family is the dominant one. In fact, the Evil-Eyed White Tiger family is the dominant one.
The fight for the throne led to the withering of talents. Their strength was far weaker than that of the Netherworld Civet Clan, and they were suppressed for a time. Fortunately, the Evil Eyed White Tiger Clan also realized the problem and firmly held the military power of the Star Luo Empire in their hands. Only then did the two major families achieve their goals.
A real sense of checks and balances.”
"In other words, the two families are not really close to each other?" Jiang Siming couldn't help but show a bit of joy. As long as there is a gap, it is possible to turn enemies into friends.
Sword Douluo nodded and continued, "I have also heard about your little girlfriend. It is dominated by the Netherworld Civet Clan. The Evil-Eyed White Tiger Clan is vaguely partial to Dai Mubai, but due to the tyrannical strength of the Netherworld Civet Clan,
, the patience of choice.”
Jiang Siming fell into silence.
The carriage drove slowly towards the Star Luo Empire. Jiang Siming's eyes flashed, "If you want to pluck the hair out of me, it depends on how capable you are!"
...
One month later.
Star Luo City.
Two people wearing bamboo hats are walking in the downtown area.
Although the two of them dressed up strangely, they did not attract much attention. After all, in this world where the strong are respected, who can live without a few mortal enemies?
"We'd better find a place to stay first and make long-term plans." Sword Douluo said in a low voice. After all, it was still a long time before half a year, so there was enough time for planning.
Jiang Siming nodded, his eyes suddenly fixed, and he looked in shock at the stall in front of him, where a blind old man dressed as a Taoist priest sat quietly cross-legged, with a mysterious and mysterious aura around him, and a flag that read "divine calculation" on it.
Such an unexpected presence did not attract anyone's attention, as if everyone around him turned a blind eye to this Taoist priest.
"Impossible! There is no reason! How can there be Taoist priests in this world?" Jiang Siming's eyes widened and he murmured in disbelief.
Why do Taoist priests appear in the Douluo world? Jiang Siming thought quickly in his mind.
"Boy! What's wrong with you?" Sword Douluo asked doubtfully.
"Wait for me!" After Jiang Siming finished speaking, he slowly walked towards the blind Taoist priest.
Sword Douluo looked confused, not knowing what happened, which made Jiang Siming look a little excited.
Just as Jiang Siming was about to speak, the Taoist priest spoke first, "Go back!"
Jiang Siming was in a daze, wondering if the other person was actually telling him what he said?
"Taoist priest? May I ask if you are from the earth?" Jiang Siming asked tentatively.
"Alas! It is fate that you and I meet each other, so I will give you a hexagram." The old Taoist seemed very disappointed, and did not answer Jiang Siming, but said to himself.
The old Taoist groped from his sleeves, took out a few copper coins and spread them on the ground.
"How's the hexagram?" Jiang Siming asked impatiently. If it were his previous life, he might not necessarily think that the person in front of him is a magician.
But now, Jiang Siming is sure that the person in front of him is anything but idle.
"You have two ways to go. If you continue to walk, you will be invincible in the world, but it will be difficult to find someone, and you will regret it in the world. If you look back, you will be invincible in the world, and you will regret it for the rest of your life. Become the strongest, except for gaining strength, you will lose everything.
." The blind Taoist priest said in a vicissitudes of life, exuding a sad atmosphere, which instantly infected Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming thought about the meaning of the blind Taoist priest's words, but he couldn't figure it out.
Jiang Siming raised his head and wanted to ask more questions, but found that there was nothing in front of him.
A hand suddenly placed on Jiang Siming's shoulder, it was Sword Douluo.
"Boy, what are you doing? Standing in the air for a long time?" Sword Douluo asked with some confusion.
Jiang Siming couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. The blind Taoist priest just now definitely existed, but it seemed that only he could see it. That man's strength may have reached the realm of reaching the sky and the earth.
"What does it mean?" Jiang Siming couldn't help but murmured.
...
In the chaos, a figure suddenly appeared. If Jiang Siming were here, he would definitely find that this person was the blind old man just now.
"You're cheating!" A playful voice echoed in the chaos.
"It's been countless epochs, but it's just such a regretful thing, but I can't forget it?" The old Taoist sighed.
"Why bother? If you really succeed, will you still be you?" The playful voice sounded again.
The boss shook his head helplessly.
"How are the recent actions over there?" the old Taoist priest suddenly asked.
"The aura of that door appears again, but I can't control the world that appears this time." The originally playful voice became a little heavier.
"Oh? It looks like we have to work again!" The blind old Taoist priest stretched his waist, and his eyes suddenly opened, empty and mysterious, flowing like a river of stars.
...
In a luxury hotel in Xingluo City, Jiang Siming sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated, but could not calm his heart for a long time.
The old Taoist priest's words were obviously a reminder to himself, could it be that something would happen that he would regret when he came to Xingluo this time?
The more Jiang Siming thought about it, the more confused he became. Fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his brows became tighter. Jiang Siming suddenly opened his eyes and gasped.
"System! Who is that Taoist priest?" Jiang Siming asked hastily.
However, this time the system chose to remain silent and ignored Jiang Siming's question.
After not getting a response from the system for a long time, Jiang Siming felt more and more as if he was in a huge mystery, as if he knew nothing.
After a sleepless night, Jiang Siming was confused at the moment.
Sword Douluo, who had woken up early in the morning, looked at Jiang Siming who was a little tired and didn't know what happened for a moment.
Jiang Siming, who had been calm and composed since yesterday, suddenly became worried, as if he had some secret hidden in his heart.
"Boy, are you in a bad state? What happened?" Sword Douluo asked with some worry.
"It's okay." Jiang Siming said listlessly.
"This is not like you. Don't forget what we are here for!" Sword Douluo reminded him.
Jiang Siming was stunned for a moment, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head violently.
"Let's go! Go meet those old guys!" Jiang Siming regained his energy. The most important thing now is the safety of his wife.
Sword Douluo looked at Jiang Siming whose mood had changed so much. He felt a little baffled, but he didn't think much about it.