Chapter 44: The strong wind destroys the rotten wood and breaks it
Jiang Wang held Feng Ming in one hand and walked away with his feet on the blue clouds.
As he was marching rapidly, he blasted out explosive flame birds at will, making violent noises high in the sky of Shun'an Prefecture, thereby attracting the attention of the strong men of Yong State.
For those monks who are still staying at Qingyunting Mountain Gate...he can only do this one step.
Jiang Wang has no feelings for them, and aside from his identity as Yu Songhai, there is nothing involved. There is nothing more to taking risks to save people, just four words that are unbearable.
Those human demons besieging Qingyunting clearly saw the opportunity when Weining Hou Jiao Wu left the front line. But no matter what, they did not dare to make a big show of it.
The formation of ghost mist is to hide the movement.
Jiang Wang first broke through the formation of ghost mist, creating an opportunity for the monks of Qingyunting Pavilion to escape, and then made a noise in the sky, attracting the strong men of Yong Kingdom to rush to Qingyunting Pavilion. If those four human demons did not want to die in Yong Kingdom, they would just flee quickly.
Theoretically speaking, at least half of the monks at Qingyunting can survive.
And no matter how many things he does...it is impossible for him to do it.
After all, he is not a trustworthy figure for the strong men of the Yong Kingdom. If he acts arrogantly in the sky again, he will be "exhausted from all evil deeds" by someone.
He didn't stop for a moment, and after blasting several blasts of flame sparrows in succession, he immediately turned around and headed west, flew low-key for a while, dropped to high altitude, and dived into a wilderness.
Throw Feng Ming on the grass.
Dissipate the magic and feel the blue clouds of good fortune floating under the Yunding Immortal Palace.
He couldn't help but think that Qingyunting has been gathering good and blessed Qingyun all the time. The monks of Yunding Immortal Palace in modern times should have learned the magic of Pingbu Qingyun from this place.
In other words, Qingyunting ensures the continuation of the immortal art of Pingbu Qingyun.
If one day, all the clouds under Yunding Immortal Palace are replaced by good and blessed blue clouds. Then can these good and blessed blue clouds also be able to lift Yunding Immortal Palace to fly?
When the Yunding Immortal Palace was in its heyday, it was such a huge thing. Even if it could move, it would be difficult and slow. If it could be supported by a huge amount of good blessings and green clouds, it could move thousands of miles and have a majestic momentum, then it would really have the grace to dominate the times.
The magic of Pingbu Qingyun allows Jiang Wang, who is in the inner palace realm, to successfully escape from the siege of four human demons. It is definitely the strongest escape method he has mastered so far. Compared with the previous low-grade Taoist skill Yan Meteor, it is stronger.
I don’t know how many.
Of course, celestial magic has its own system and cannot be simply compared with Taoism.
The Nine Immortal Palaces dominated the world for a while in modern times, but in the modern world, only some fragments of the huge Immortal Magic System have been handed down. It was not until this time that the lost building Qingyun Pavilion was found and Master Qingyun was mastered that Jiang Wang was able to catch a glimpse of a scaly claw.
It was as if there was an invisible hand that erased everything about the Immortal Palace.
Why were the Nine Immortal Palaces destroyed? Who destroyed them? How did the Immortal Magic System disappear?
The fog of history surges in time.
Jiang Wang couldn't help but think of the two blood-lettered Taoist thieves who disappeared from the monument to the gods.
The thief of the Tao.
What kind of thing can bear such a name?
This is frightening and unsettling.
Is what Ye Lingxiao said about blessings and misfortunes not always related to this?
Putting aside his thoughts about the Immortal Palace for the time being, Jiang Wang lowered his head and glanced at Feng Ming.
The shackles on his body had been released long ago, but he remained motionless, his eyes were dull, and he did not speak. He seemed to be frightened.
“If you’re not dead, just say something.” Jiang Wang looked at him and said.
Feng Ming's eyes were still glazed for a while, and then he finally regained some energy and seemed to be alive.
“Is Qingyunting gone?” he asked.
“You can understand it this way,” Jiang Wang said.
His voice was cold, not because he no longer needed to support Feng Ming as Yu Songhai. It was because Feng Ming was not qualified to live in lies anymore, and he had to face reality.
Feng Ming moved his eyes with difficulty and looked at Jiang Wang with hope: "My father... escaped?"
“His body was boiled before you dared to look at it,” Jiang Wang said.
These words are so cold.
Ignored his begging and rejected his fantasies.
Drag him from the difficult situation of comforting himself and looking for life-saving straw, and drag him into the bloody reality.
Feng Ming opened his mouth forcefully, probably because he wanted to cry.
But I couldn’t cry.
He wanted to cry, but strangely there were no tears.
At that time, he was thrown into the open space, helplessly watching the fat man-demon walking back and forth.
He knew that the demon was throwing the corpses one by one into the cauldron to be cooked. He stared at the night sky, not daring to take a look.
his father's body was boiled at that time...
The first time Qingyunting was attacked, his father judged that the situation was critical, gave him the key to the secret vault, and asked him to hide while he went out to deal with the crisis.
When he was easily taken to the open space where the monks were gathered like cattle, he should have known that his father was gone.
But he didn’t dare to face it.
“I took the risk to rescue you, not to feel sad about your performance.” Jiang Wang said coldly.
Feng Ming glanced at Jiang Wang in confusion.
“Stand up!” Jiang Wang shouted.
Feng Ming trembled subconsciously, put his hands on the ground, and finally got up.
He looked at Jiang Wang pitifully, like a frail little animal.
The evil birds of prey, pride, and joy of the past are all gone.
"Song...Songhai." He called out tentatively.
Like a child who has no ability to protect himself, testing the safe environment that touches him.
Perhaps like Chi Lu said, without the protection of his father Feng Yue, he would be an incompetent waste.
But he clearly noticed Jiang Wang's purpose and guessed what Jiang Wang was looking for. He was actually... not stupid, but very smart.
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He is just too fragile.
Being too well protected and experiencing too little.
A strong wind destroys the strong pines and breaks the rotten trees.
Jiang Wang ignored the cry and only said: "You asked me to save you, so I saved you. I hope you think about why you wanted to survive at that time."
"I..." Feng Chi pursed his lips, perhaps because he couldn't find the answer. He finally said: "I'm very grateful to you."
"If you want to thank me, then quickly come up with something worth thanking me for. I'll wait for you to thank me. If you want to take revenge, the people who destroyed Qingyunting are the Nine Great Human Demons, and they should also be aware of being retaliated against.
."
Jiang Wang finished speaking calmly and turned around.
He has done his best to save Feng Ming. He is not Chi Lu and has no interest in having sons.
“Songhai!” Feng Ming stopped him: “Where are you... going?”
“Go where I should go.”
"Can you... take me with you?" Feng Ming said hesitantly, and quickly added: "I'll be your follower!"
“A good sect will disappear at the last word, and a good country will perish at the last word. This world is so cruel...” Jiang Wang asked in return: “Are you willing to be a burden?”
Feng Ming bit his lip and did not say a word.
“How old are you?” Jiang Wang asked again.
This is almost a humiliation. But Feng Ming is not qualified not to answer.
“Twenty-one years old,” he said.
"I remember your father said that when he was twenty-one years old, he had already opened up three trade routes for Qingyunting. Think carefully about how you got everything you enjoy. Where is the path you should take."
As Jiang Wang was talking, he suddenly remembered something and asked: "What month and day is today?"
Feng Ming didn't know the intention, but still replied: "It seems to be, the twenty-eighth day of the first lunar month."