"...Old ghost Tianxin, how much power do you have left in your divination?" the real dragon from China suddenly asked insinuatingly.
The 70th generation Tianxin said calmly: "It's not as good as one-tenth of what it was when Tianxin's eyes were still there."
"Then you haven't figured out that the ghost town is in trouble?" Long Xiruo frowned.
The seventy-year-old Tianxin said: "I'm just speaking directly according to the hexagram. There is no way to know what kind of disaster it is. The ghost city can be safe and sound this time. In the final analysis, the cautious character of Xiao City Lord plays a greater role... If Xiao City Lord is not responsible
It's the same thing, but the result may have been different."
The real dragon from China pondered for a moment and suddenly said: "Do you know why I came to see you?"
Seventy-year-old Tianxin smiled and said: "It can't be because of reminiscing about the past. People in the world only come to me for business... There is a lottery tube here. If Mr. Long has thought clearly, he will shake out the lottery.
bring it on."
Seventy-year-old Tianxin waved his hand, and a wooden tube filled with signature sticks appeared on the stone table in the pavilion. "It may not be accurate, but it should be used as a reference. Lord Long, there is no need to worry."
She watched the lottery tube in front of her not moving, and stretched out her hand after a while... But when she was about to grab the lottery tube, she suddenly stopped her hand: "Forget it, I don't want to hurt you."
Seventy-year-old Tianxin smiled and said: "They say that if you reveal the secret, you will not have a good death. I have no good death. I have turned into a wandering ghost and lingered on. I will only be like this in the future, and it will not be worse...at the worst, my soul will be destroyed.
That's all. The commoner's road is gone, so I have no use staying here."
The True Dragon of China frowned, "Your disciple Qingxiazi is still wandering outside."
The 70th generation Tianxin said: "After the Taishan incident, Qingxiazi has nothing to do with Buyi Dao. Even if Tianxin's eyes are on Qingxiazi, it has nothing to do with me... Buyi Dao's mission has ended, and the princess of Xuanyuan Palace
His Highness has spoken that there should no longer be a commoner's path in this world. In this case, let the commoner's path come to a real end in my hands."
"You..." The true dragon of China was stunned.
"Let me, I, take the final hexagram for Mr. Long."
Saying that, the Seventy-year-old Tianxin waved his hand, and the inscriptions on the lotus tube shot out instantly. They lined up one by one, and instantly entangled Long Xiruo.
"Keep this hexagram!" Long Xiruo frowned, clapped his hands and swept away the signatures.
Unexpectedly, the eyes of the 70th generation Tianxin suddenly flashed with light. He stretched out his hand to grab one of the scattered signatures and said loudly: "Thank you, Mr. Long, for the signature!"
"Old ghost Tianxin, you!!" Long Xiruo was instantly shocked.
"Please listen to the lottery!" Seventy-year-old Tianxin picked up the lottery in his hands at this time, raised it above his head, and said loudly: "Sixty-nine lottery, winning! Score twice!"
"Don't think about it!" The body of the real dragon in China suddenly glowed with golden light.
However, before this powerful golden light was released, Tianxin of the 70th generation collapsed in an instant, leaving only his voice.
"The poem says: When winter comes, there are always plum blossoms on the ridge, and the leaves fall and the branches wither, but they are not destroyed. But when spring comes quietly, I still return me as the oiran... Waiting for spring to come, the color will be in it. The plum blossoms bloom twice, Mr. Long, please remember,
Remember! I...go there!"
In an instant, the small bamboo forest of Wangui Pagoda turned into a thick white mist.
After the white mist was completely dispelled by the power of the true dragon, the vision was filled with chaos and darkness. Long Xiruo breathed out slowly, and saw the sign on her head slowly falling, and finally fell into her hands.
"Why bother."
She laughed bitterly.
Although the Taishan incident has passed, and although Qingxiazi has shouldered the blame for Lai Caisheng's departure... Tianxin, who was born in the 70s, finally chose to stop the sect's mistakes again.
"Decades ago, you sacrificed your own life for Qingxiazi's survival, and now that your soul is dead, it's the same!" The True Dragon of China cursed bitterly: "Qingxiazi is your illegitimate son! Old man ghost!"
In the emptiness and chaos, there was no response... The seventy-generation Tianxin had indeed disappeared in front of her after the last hexagram.
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In the meeting hall of the Ghost City Lord's Mansion, a golden light flashed, and the true dragon of China appeared again in front of the silent waiter with the sound of a flute.
The changes in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Tower naturally cannot escape the influence of the silent flute... The Lord of the Ghost City looked deeply at this time and asked tentatively: "Lord Longjun, Mr. Tianxin..."
"From now on, there will be no more Buyi Tao in this world." Long Xiruo said expressionlessly: "Qingxiazi is no longer the successor of Buyi Tao, and he has no relationship with Buyi Tao anymore... If Qingxiazi If he does anything that harms China, he will be killed without mercy."
"This..." Taoist Baijie frowned...and then fell silent.
This seems to be the most severe punishment. If someone commits another crime, he will be killed without mercy... In other words, has the Taishan incident been exposed?
"Tomorrow the Extraordinary Conference will be held." The True Dragon of China said calmly: "Nothing, just attend on time for all your sects. The flute is silent, it's up to you whether you go or not... It's getting late, I won't stay in the ghost town. .”
As he said that, the true dragon from China turned into a stream of light and fled across the night sky like a shooting star, disappearing in an instant.
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"Master Xiao City...what happened in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Tower?" Taoist Bai Jie said in silence.
Xiao Shengmo smiled bitterly and said: "I respect Mr. Tianxin very much. I promised Mr. Tianxin that I would never spy on him in the Tower of Ten Thousand Ghosts... Taoist Master, I'm sorry that I can't answer your questions."
"...Forget it." Taoist Bai Jie shook his head, thought for a while and said: "Anyway, since it is the order of Lord Long, I will naturally warn and try to restrain the people in the Taoist sect... As for the demon clan, I'm afraid There is nothing I can do."
The Ghost City actually belongs to the Monster Clan Association... However, because of the special nature of the Ghost City, the Ghost City of Taishan's Disaster was not affected at all.
Strictly speaking, the ghost town not only had no enmity with the Buyi Dao, but also received favors from the Buyi Dao because the 70th generation Tianxin guided the Feng Shui layout of the ghost town.
"The ghost clan will naturally not embarrass Mr. Tianxin's last disciple."
"In this case, we will take the first step." Taoist Baijie cupped his hands and said, "Will Lord Xiao be willing to attend tomorrow's meeting?"
Xiao Sheng silently waved his hands and said: "This is a matter of the human world. In this three-inch area of the underworld, we don't care about the affairs of the human world. Taoist priest, go slowly. Regarding the attack on the ghost gate this time, this city lord will find out on his own.
, Taoist Master, please take care of the meeting first, don’t worry.”
"I'll wait and go!"
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The light flows thousands of miles.
Thousands of miles away, in the night sky of China, stars were dotted, and China's true dragon stood alone above the clouds blowing in the wind.
Slightly cool.
"Scoring twice, scoring twice...what kind of bad sign? Doing...doing it twice means?" The real dragon of China was thinking about it at this time: "At least you can make it clear...Old ghost Tianxin!
"
Bah! Broken signature!
fall!
The real dragon of China shook his head and remembered what he encountered about Kyushu Xuanyuan's wisp of sword energy before going out, so he planned to go to Xuanyuan Palace before going home to ask questions about Gongsun Shiyu.
Before setting off, the real dragon of China swooped down and picked up the fallen sign, then turned around and turned into a ray of light, casting it towards the East China Sea in China.
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"Sir, did something happen?"
In the endless desert, in the dusty team camp, a white-haired man in civilian clothes with his eyes closed suddenly turned to the side of the sky.
The white-haired man with his eyes closed suddenly stood up.
They saw his eyes that had never been opened, and now he shed two lines of clear tears.
Then the man knelt down directly towards the east, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed heavily.
People in the camp looked at this gentleman in surprise... They regarded this gentleman as a god because he could always predict the future.
"Tonight, I won't rush on my way for the moment." The man straightened his back and said, "I want to keep vigil."
They didn't know why the man of god kept vigil at night or why...but since the man of god said so, they did it.
This gentleman is always right.
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Due to the curfew imposed in the city, there were far fewer pedestrians on the streets at dusk.
On the slightly deserted streets, Mr. Jin walked aimlessly through the old streets.
Along the way, Mr. Jin beat up several groups of spirited young men who gathered to worship Chao Chao. They dressed up like monsters and even spread cement on the ground and danced... But that was it, there was no special feeling.
He feels.
It’s almost time to go back... Mr. Jin thought to himself.
But before I left, I promised Beibei that I would buy ice cream pudding and go back... I was lucky, there was a shop in need on the way back.
Mr. Jin also bought enough food for everyone for several days.
When passing by an alley, Mr. Jin subconsciously walked in, perhaps intending to give the energetic young men one last beating before going back.
What disappoints Mr. Jin is that at this embarrassing time when the curfew is about to come, the spirited young man is obviously not in high spirits either. In the deserted alley, there is only a local dog lying weakly in the corner.
The Chinese Pastoral Dog is the right one.
Mr. Jin walked up to this pastoral dog... The pastoral dog didn't even look at him, it just lay down listlessly.
"Where is your master?" Mr. Jin squatted down.
He saw the rope around the pastoral dog's neck, which meant that the pastoral dog should be raised by someone... However, the pastoral dog still ignored Mr. Jin's questions.
"Are you waiting for your master?" Mr. Jin showed a smile.
This seemed to be his first smile since he left home... Mr. Jin even took out a piece of bread from the shopping bag, broke it open and placed it in front of the pastoral dog.
"Are you abandoned?" Mr. Jin suddenly asked.
But I saw that the pastoral dog was still weak at this time... he slowly got up, and then staggered into the depths of the alley without eating.
"It's quite spiritual. Could it be a monster?" Mr. Jin said suddenly.
The pastoral dog didn't seem to hear it, and found a more secluded place deep in the alley, curling up...like a withdrawn and autistic patient.
Mr. Jin frowned, and when he was about to take action, his eyes suddenly froze.
Mr. Jin stood up instantly.
Outside the alley, an extra figure appeared at some point... As if to see him, this figure just looked at him quietly.
Mr. Jin slowly stood up, walked to the exit of the alley, and met the other party, "It shouldn't be the agreed time yet... What do you want from me?"
While speaking, Mr. Jin also looked at the figure in front of him. In front of him was a face that seemed to never smile... To Mr. Jin, the other person was even very young.
What's more, one of this young man's palms was broken off, and he is currently wearing a silver prosthetic hand.
Gongsun Zhishui.
This is the thing that Mr. Jin knows best about this young man. His name. Apart from that, everything about the other person seems to be a fog to Mr. Jin.
"I came to see you and bring you something."
With that said, the young man... Gongsun Zhishui threw a small bottle directly to Mr. Jin.
He took it, held the small bottle in his hand, and shook it gently a few times... The sound of the pills inside hitting the bottle meant that there were quite a few pills.
Mr. Jin was silent for a moment and then said calmly: "I still have it."
"It's not enough for you." Gongsun Zhishui said calmly: "According to the amount you should take...and the extra amount you take."
Mr. Jin did not speak, but silently put the bottle away, and then said calmly: "Is there anything else?"
"No more." Gongsun Zhishui said calmly, then nodded, "Good night."
He turned and left.
Mr. Jin just watched the mysterious Gongsun Zhishui disappear into the deserted streets, just like that day, this mysterious young man suddenly appeared in front of him.
Do you want revenge...for those extraordinary people who took away everything from you?
think.
He didn't hesitate then...and he doesn't now.
Mr. Jin took a deep breath, and his forehead seemed to feel a dull pain again... As if he remembered something, he suddenly looked into the depths of the alley, and then walked in again.
When he came to the listless pastoral dog, he reached out and lifted the leash of the pastoral dog, "Whether you understand it or not, since you are desperate for this world, then follow me, at least you can still talk.
Let’s eat.”
I am not desperate for this world.
I just don't want to see anyone.
never mind……
The pastoral dog slowly stood up and now it was just a dog, a dog, a dog.
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After leaving Mr. Luo's home and getting a small pill of unknown purpose, it simply took a taxi and ran out of the city from the witch house of the World Academy.
The so-called clue is only a pill whose purpose and origin are unknown... It's time to actively exert your subjective initiative and create conditions for yourself!
Let the pills speak for themselves!
It sounds very unbelievable, but for the Great Master of Star Creation who possesses the Star Creation Technique, which can unite all things... and can give life, it is just a trivial matter.
"This is simply a question of giving away points!"
The car stopped at a place where she could feel that the power could be used. Nan Xiaonan ran to an uninhabited tree and squatted down in an instant.
He rubbed his fingers and skillfully traced the star creation technique to give life to the pill.
"Speaking of which...did I make a kitchen knife at Vali's castle before?"
When the life of the pill was being born, Nan Xiaonan couldn't help but think of the last star creation.
Then.
"I am a pill! A pill with no feelings! A clear pill!"
