This is a newspaper from Longyuan City. It records the major events that have happened in Longyuan Road since March, as well as the major events nationwide within March.
The mountain and river list is just one of them.
Transportation is inconvenient, and although the flow of information is faster, there is still a huge lag for the vast majority of ordinary people.
In fact, even this Di newspaper is not accessible to ordinary people. Compared with the real big power, the sect, it is still several months behind.
"Eighteen people on the Splendid List..."
Yang Prison opened the newspaper in his residence.
What caught his eye was Zhang Xuanba, King of Zhao of Xifu, the undisputed number one martial artist in the world.
Next, there is the Black Mountain Old Demon of the Seven Kills Shrine, the Sword Saint Mu Qingliu, the Great Li State Master Fan Ruyi, and the Red Sun Dharma King of the Eternal Temple. These five people are the strongest in the world.
Taoist Yunni is ranked eighteenth, but there is no Taoist Zhenyan in this Splendid List. It is not known whether his life or death was unknown when the ranking was made, or because he was seriously injured and fell down the rank.
"Of the eighteen people on the Jinxiu List, I'm afraid less than half are pure martial saints. For example, Taoist Yunni, who is famous for his magical talisman books, should be regarded as one of the ten capitals'?"
Qin Si was also looking at it. Most of the people on the Jinxiu List were familiar figures, all of them were masters of the older generation who had been famous for a century or even longer.
"Perhaps, there are more than eighteen people."
Yang Prison touched his chin.
This list of Splendid Mountains and Rivers is much more detailed than those in the martial arts world, but it does not necessarily include all the masters.
At least, the old woman in Dayan Mountain and the True Word Taoist at this time were not on the list.
But no matter what, this list includes most of the masters in the world.
"Maybe more? But that's probably it, right? The prosperity of martial arts in this world is truly beyond any dynasty in the past and present..."
Qin Si looked at it, her eyes brightening slightly:
"Brother Yang, you are ranked forty-three on the mountain and river list...
"I'm afraid this list contains something deeper. It can't just be for martial artists to become famous..."
Yang Yu thought, he didn't care too much about whether he was on the list or where he ranked.
He always felt that there was something wrong with this list. Huge amounts of manpower and intelligence were expended, saying that it was for the sake of fame as a warrior.
He really didn't believe it.
It's just that his information is too limited, and it's really impossible to guess the calculation behind it.
"I'm afraid the imperial court doesn't have such courage, right?"
Qin Si was a little confused. If it was just the Mountain and River List, that would be fine. But there was also the Splendid List. Even if the imperial court was powerful, it would be impossible to plot against so many powerful people.
"Who can tell clearly?"
Yang Yu looked over and saw that at the end of the list of mountains and rivers, his name was clearly listed. The one next to him was Wei Zhengxian, and the last one was Duan Qilong.
And number one is...
“Canghai City Railway Crosses the River.”
Canghai City, located on Dongyue Road, is not a sect with a long tradition, and it had no sense of existence before.
Until decades ago, Tie Hengliu came into being and single-handedly pushed Canghai City into the ranks of top sects, which was different from any other sects.
Canghai City is a real city, a small city located on the bank of the East China Sea.
Tie Hengliu, on the other hand, elevated it to the ranks of big cities in one fell swoop, and had a faint tendency to compete with Dongyue City for the number one city on Dongyue Road. It can be said that its power is extremely strong.
"There are rumors in the world that Tie Hengliu is already a Martial Saint. Now it seems that he has not taken that step?"
Qin Si noticed Yang Yu's gaze and said what she knew:
"In recent years, the power of Canghai City has forced Tianluo Sect, the first sect of Dongyue Road, to move closer to the King of Dongyue. I heard that after the tsunami in Dongyue Road, there were several rebellions, and they all fought against
Related to Iron Cross Current…
Yu Qianliu, the governor of the West Factory, came to Dongyue Road in person the year before last just to guard against this person."
Jade Dragon Temple had no intelligence channels, but he was still very concerned about the movements of the martial arts sect and the court. He had never heard of many of the things Qin Si said.
"The building is about to collapse, and there will be dragons and snakes rising from the ground. Not only on the Dongyue Road, but also on the Northwest Road, there is a tycoon with the intention of "breaking the army". What is his name, Yan Dongjun?"
Yang Yu's eyes were condensed.
In the past two months, in addition to the Jade Dragon Temple channel, Wang Muzhi also sent various letters and brought various information. However,
The former is mostly related to martial arts, while the latter is more important than the situation in the world.
Perhaps because of his persuasion, or perhaps because of a long-standing plan, Wang Muzhi's center also moved towards the Northwest Road.
Maybe he will face Yan Dongjun soon.
only…
"Troublesome times are coming, storms are rising...
Qin Si was a little silent.
In troubled times, dragons and snakes rise from the land. Compared with Tie Hengliu, Yan Dongjun and others, Yulong Temple is inherently inferior and has no power. It is too difficult to achieve anything.
But her Dao Fruit...
"Fang Zhenghao's Dao Fruit is most likely Greedy Wolf, and his Dao Fruit probably comes from the 'Black Mountain Old Demon'. This Yan Dongjun, I'm afraid..."
His thoughts were spinning, but Yang Yu didn't say anything.
Qin Si already spoke in a somewhat complicated manner:
"Brother Yang, shall we go back to Montenegro? I haven't met my mother-in-law yet..."
"Montenegro, sooner or later I have to go back. But not now...
Yang Yu smiled and held Qin Si's slightly cold palm, and spoke calmly to reassure her:
"I would like to be your Wutong."
For two months, in addition to accepting the guidance of the Zhenyan Taoist, he and Qin Si spent day and night together. Although she didn't want to say anything, she also told him about the ritual under his insinuation.
The rituals of Tao and Fruit are ever-changing, even for the same Tao and Fruit, they may be completely different.
Qin Si's Taoist fruit is called Blue Bird, and it belongs to the immortal category. Its ritual is not a seal to suppress evil. The Han Demon is so violent, but in a sense, it is a bit more difficult.
A blue bird can only take off with the help of luck. Qin Yi's ceremony requires at least the luck of a state. This luck is not the luck of the official, but the luck of the owner!
Therefore, Taoist Lin will be obsessed with Qianlong...
"Brother Yang...
Qin Si couldn't help but hold his hand, her eyes were red: "But..."
"Lin Daoren can't force me. If I want to, it will only be because I want to."
Yang Yu slowly stood up, stretched out his arms, and his eyes were bright:
"After two months of sitting quietly, it's time to go out and walk around..."
Before going down the mountain, Yang Yu went to see Master Zhenyan again.
Among the large tombs, the old Taoist sat cross-legged in silence, breathing so lightly that it was invisible. If he could still sense the breath,
Zhao Kun almost thought that his ancestor was dying.
Yang Yu came slowly and walked into the tomb.
Compared with two months ago, the mantra aura today is even weaker. Even if Taoist Lin delivers the true energy many times and Qin Si uses her magical power more than ten times a day, it cannot make up for the lack of essence, flesh and blood.
The truth about what happened in Dayan Mountain was vague, but Yang Yu naturally knew that this old man had been shortchanged!
A being who reached the pinnacle of the Martial Saints twenty years ago and sat down to discuss the Tao with King Zhao of the West Prefecture was eaten alive and turned into a dying old man who is now struggling to move around. Anyone who sees it can't help but feel chill and fear in their hearts.
"how?"
Sensing Yang Yu's arrival, Lao Dao opened his eyes and forced himself to look at him.
"If the details are well thought out, you will soon be able to uphold the precepts and descend into the sea of dharma."
Yang Prison bowed.
In two months, he had initially sorted out all the hurdles of observing the precepts and breaking the law, and he was ready to give it a try.
"very good."
The old man was obviously in bad spirits, and he yawned for a long time while speaking, but his eyes were still bright:
"If you can succeed, I will be honored!"
“Thank you also for your advice.”
Yang Yu found a place to sit down and told the old Taoist his thoughts and some doubts.
After two months of getting along, the two of them have become very familiar with each other. Many times, Lin Daoren looked at him with jealousy, and he himself did not receive such treatment.
"Keeping the precepts is to guard the mind, regardless of the seven emotions and six desires, or the laws and regulations of heaven. Different paths lead to the same goal. Your way of keeping the precepts may be more brilliant, but I don't know."
The old Taoist stroked his long beard with his hands and felt some emotions:
"The six desires and seven emotions are too extreme. If you make a mistake, it will be almost irreversible. Although it is not easy for you to get started by observing the precepts,
But if you discipline your mind, you may be more stable.
Your progress really impresses me."
The old man is not sure.
Observing the precepts is considered a secret in every family. In fact, he has not come into contact with many in his life, but he has a lot of precepts and has rich experience.
At first, he was just a little surprised by the courage of the young man in front of him, but as the conversation continued, he became a little moved and even thought about giving it a try.
"Juniors don't care who is better. As long as it suits you, it is the best."
Warden Yang took a deep breath and felt a huge stone fall from his heart.
In fact, these days, he has tried many times to refine ingredients through the Cauldron of Gluttony. It can almost be said that he took countless wrong paths before he found the threshold.
Only then has there been progress that makes all Zhenyan Taoists moved.
"When you go down the mountain this time, you have to observe the precepts?"
The old Taoist was inexplicably looking forward to it, but also a little sad: "It's a pity that the old Taoist may not be able to see it."
"If there is any success, I will definitely return to Yulong Temple as soon as possible so that you can comment on it."
Yang Yu stood up and bowed, and expressed his last doubt, which was about the casting of hundreds of scriptures.
Because of the ability of the Cauldron of Gluttony to refine ingredients, he has practiced all the way to this day, but few people actually teach him martial arts experience.
He himself once thought it was not too lacking.
But during these two months of getting along, Zhenyan's wise words and deeds still benefited him a lot.
The practice of martial arts is not only in the battlefield of flesh and blood, but also in walking, sitting and lying down. The subtleties have great skill.
"Your talent and understanding are rare in ancient and modern times."
Speaking of this, the old Taoist couldn't help but paused: "It stands to reason that after hundreds of years of experience, you can't be held back by this level. It's a pity.
The martial arts you have learned are too many, too complex, and too strong."
There are too many, too complicated, and too strong.
In the past two months, the mantra Taoist pointed out his problem more than once.
Any martial art contains the hard work and spirit of the person who created it. If there are too many and mixed martial arts, they will conflict with each other and cannot be driven perfectly.
The purpose of melting hundreds of classics is to unify all martial arts.
Yang Prison listened quietly, very quietly.
"In the past two months, the old Taoist has also been thinking that it is not easy for you to have this kind of martial arts. It would be a pity to give up any one of them...
The old Taoist thought for a moment and replied:
"The sloppy Taoist's yin and yang grinding method is certainly great, but I'm afraid it's still a little short of eliminating that witch's internal refining method. Therefore, you have to find another way."
"I remember that when you were performing martial arts before, there was a moment of lightning all over your body. Could it be that it was some kind of magic?"
When the old man of truth said this, he paused slightly and recalled the scene that day when he asked Yang Yu to demonstrate all his martial arts and magic without reservation.
After making sure that his memory was not confused, he said:
"The internal refining method you have learned does not have any external characteristics, so it is difficult to resolve it with the five elements, and thunder and lightning are not among the five elements...
"Yin and Yang transform into killing hands?"
This idea came to Yang Yu subconsciously, but he immediately overturned it. He was not deeply involved in this magic, and he had never used it in front of a man of truth.