Chapter 559 Even if you take a step back, the world will be brighter, and you won’t retreat!
Boom!
In the forest on a rainy night, the intense light and heat spread out layer by layer, like a light mask, blocking out the large swaths of rainwater.
At the cliff, several people looked intently.
Only huge boulders were seen sliding down, and mud and sand were rolling. After a while, the collision stopped, accompanied by a sad and desperate roar.
A big man with a height of about nine feet carried a giant tiger upside down by the back of its neck and climbed up the cliff.
The faces of the people on the cliff all trembled, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back. Only then did they remember to pay tribute:
"I'll see you soon, Master Nie!"
Nie Longtian, the number one family in the city of God, the eldest elder of the Nie family, and the head of the three great ministers of the imperial court. Seventeen years ago, he was promoted to the rank of Martial Saint.
It is the nightmare of all six door masters...
"This thief really changes at his word! I licked my face and served as a tribute to the court for decades for a Taoist fruit. How can such a beast exist?"
As soon as the big man threw it away, the evil tiger, which was still nearly twice the size of an ordinary tiger, fell to the ground with a dull landing sound.
"Is there any royal law, is there any heavenly principle?"
"Master, uncle..."
"Ms. Ganlin!"
Before Meng Hanguang came up to greet him, the big man had already slapped him with his backhand and knocked him heavily into the mud:
"I passed the dragon stick to you, and you actually lost it? And you got beaten up like this by a little loach from Qingzhou?! Are you a pig?!"
"puff!"
Meng Hanguang didn't dare to resist, so he almost received a slap in the face. He felt his ears ringing, his blood rushing up, and his spine was a bit dislocated.
"Maggot! You are worse than a maggot!"
Nie Longtian was still angry. He raised his diamond-like palms several times, but still suppressed his anger:
"Tell me, how did you lose? Let your uncle open his eyes and see how the contemporary disciple of our 'East Gate' was beaten into a dog!"
Meng Hanguang stood up with a wry smile and glanced at his trembling subordinates. Before he could speak, Nie Longtian stared back:
"You did something embarrassing, and you're afraid that people will hear it?!"
"Uncle Master..."
Meng Hanguang did not refute, but told the whole story as briefly as possible.
"Ms. Ganlin!"
Nie Longtian became angry when he heard this, and slapped him again, knocking Meng Hanguang into confusion:
"You are almost 400 years old together, and you were beaten like this by a little bastard who is less than 30 years old?! I challenged Zhang Xuanba back then, and I never lost so miserably!"
"puff!"
Meng Hanguang vomited blood with an expressionless expression, and did not get up or wipe it away:
"Uncle Master, the master is dead, but the disciple is not old and confused yet. I remember you back then..."
"Get off Linlin's balls!"
Nie Longtian glared at him, his anger still lingering:
"I happen to be going to the Northwest Road. If that kid is not as cruel as you say, don't blame me for ripping your skin off!"
call!
The summer rain was not cold at all, but several people couldn't help but shiver. The person in front of them had really been skinned...
"Uncle Master is going to the northwest path, maybe he doesn't want to vent his anger on his disciples, right?"
Meng Hanguang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Your Majesty wants to go out to the capital for a visit. Although he doesn't want to pay any attention to it, the offer is quite sufficient. I happened to hear that you were beaten to a disability, so I stopped by to take a look."
"Your Majesty really wants to lead the expedition in person?!"
Meng Hanguang's expression changed, and the other six-door masters were also surprised. Isn't this a rumor?
It's actually true?
"That old boy probably has an ulterior motive, but it has nothing to do with me. The price is enough and the time is right. It's a one-time trip."
Nie Longtian crossed his arms and threw back his clothes:
"Just in time, let me take a look. Is it a dragon or an worm that crawled out of that bitter cold place?"
…
…
The bright moonlight streamed down the city wall.
Under the moonlight, a wine table was set up in the small courtyard. Qin Si cooked a table of vegetarian dishes in person, and Yang Yu brought a jar of old wine.
Jade Dragon Temple does not belong to the orthodox Taoist school. Taoists are self-denial, but they do not force their disciples. Therefore, Yulong Temple does not prohibit eating meat and fish, drinking alcohol, and getting married.
Taoist Lin no longer had the coldness and aloofness of the past. His eyes turned red several times in front of his teacher. He even wanted to kneel down and thank him, but Yang Yu stopped him.
"Xiao Linzi, your temper is too stubborn, which makes you advance rapidly in martial arts, but it also makes you walk down a rough road unconsciously..."
The old Taoist's complexion is much better than before. His whole face is radiant, his white hair has turned black, and he is no longer as dull as before, but has the vitality of a towering ancient tree.
Looking at his only remaining disciple, he scolded him in a deep voice.
The reason why he held on to this breath was to wait for Taoist Lin to come back, because he knew the temperament of this young disciple.
If you don't give your own explanation, I'm afraid you will become an evil heretic.
"That's what the teacher taught you."
Taoist Lin lowered his head and listened, enjoying being scolded by the teacher. The anger in his heart disappeared for a while, and he felt peaceful and peaceful. The old wounds that had not healed for many years were also suppressed.
"I just hope you will keep it in your heart."
The old Taoist sighed in his heart, but did not reprimand him. He stood up and bowed to Warden Yang:
"I only have one life left, little friend, I'm sorry for bothering you."
"Your kindness will be remembered by the younger generation."
Yang Yu refused to give way.
"One code equals another, your talent is excellent, being experienced is just the icing on the cake, but you actually saved poor Taoist's life..."
The old Taoist insisted on worshiping, but Yang Yu just refused.
Taoist Lin also stood up and thanked him on his behalf.
Zhao Kun had no choice but to thank him as well.
While several people were rejecting each other and arguing, Qin Si came over with a dinner plate and intervened with a smile:
"Ancestor, this dish was learned by my disciples from somewhere else. It's called 'After all the hardships, sweetness comes'. Please taste it and give me some advice."
"After all the hardships come happiness? Good name, good name."
The old Taoist sat down with a smile. Although he was still dying, he was in a good mood without the bone-crushing pain.
He took a bite and tasted it, and nodded immediately:
"Not bad, not bad! Xiao Si's cooking skills are no worse than those of the chefs in Liuhe Building, and they also have a different flavor, great!"
"Brother Yang, Uncle Master, Uncle Master, you should also have a taste."
Qin Si wiped the sweat from her forehead, feeling indescribable peace and joy in her heart.
Although the choice has already been made in their hearts, who doesn’t want the elders to agree and give their blessings?
Yang Yu smiled, knowing what she was thinking, and also invited a few people to taste it, mainly Taoist Lin.
He actually didn't have a good impression of this person, but just because he picked Qin Si back from the dead, he had to accept this feeling no matter what.
He was also brought back from the brink of life and death by the old man. How could he not know how important this kindness was?
He couldn't give up, so how could he bear Qin Si to choose between the two?
"Um."
Taoist Lin replied dully.
He had guessed a little bit about his little daughter's family's thoughts. Although he still felt a little awkward in his heart, at this time, he couldn't say anything.
This grace is too great.
At the wine table, Zhao Kun was the most open-minded. He was not a talented person. Over the years, he had been burdened with heavy responsibilities and felt extremely depressed.
At this point, I finally felt relieved, and soon I was drunk and unconscious.
Perhaps he had let go in his heart, or perhaps because he was drunk, Taoist Lin no longer cherished words like gold, and took the initiative to ask Yang Yu about the northwest city.
Yang Yu didn't hide it either, starting from Yanzhou until before entering the city.
"Ma Longtu, Zhang Xuanyi, Monk Xujing..."
Taoist Lin was slightly moved, put down his cup, looked at the young man in front of him, and finally relaxed:
"I was not as good as you back then..."
"The seniors are too modest. The juniors only benefit from the glory of magical powers. When it comes to martial arts, it is far from enough."
Yang Prison also dropped his cup.
The two communicated, and the old Taoist only smiled slightly, but Qin Si felt very happy and stood up to pour wine for the two of them.
The previous hostility seemed to dissipate with a banquet.
After several hours, when the sky was getting brighter, Lin Daoren, who had not deliberately drunk himself, finally became drunk and staggered back to the room.
"Yunni is here."
The old man spoke.
"Taoist Yunni..."
Yang Prison nodded.
The range that the Book of Life and Death can radiate is bounded by a hundred miles from the center of the place he occupies. If Taoist Yunni does not enter this boundary, he will naturally not be able to detect it.
But he wasn't surprised.
Taoist Yunni was vaguely known as the national teacher, and Fu Shui Guan almost retired from the country, so it was reasonable for him to come.
"Although the court's wanted order has been widely circulated, in the final analysis, it's just that you have offended the emperor, and he issued it in anger, so he may not really strangle you with great fanfare..."
The old Taoist sighed:
"Even if you occupied Yanzhou before, in fact, few people would really think that you were rebelling, but you occupied the northwest Daocheng..."
Except for the Wanlong Road where the divine capital is located, there are only nine roads in the Ming Dynasty. The Northwest Road is rich in war horses and black iron, and its importance is not inferior to Longyuan.
Such actions, in the eyes of the court, were far greater than insulting the emperor.
"Grandmaster, does Taoist Yunni really want to arrest Brother Yang?"
Qin Si was a little nervous.
In fact, her martial arts skills are not very high. Even after half a year of guidance from the True Word Taoist, it is hard to say that she has made much progress.
But after all, she had read the Dao Zang thoroughly, and she possessed the Dao Fruit. She was very clear about the methods of the "Shidu" strong man who took four steps.
In particular, Taoist Yunni’s magical power is the ‘Sacred Talisman Book’…
"It's not just Taoist Yunni. At this time, there are many imperial experts gathered on the Northwest Road. The reason why they don't take action is probably because they are waiting for Yunni, and he..."
The old Taoist drank a cup of tea:
"He is waiting for the old man to die."
Yang Yu was silent, shocked but not afraid.
He was naturally aware of the possible pursuit by the imperial court and had some vague sense of it. Therefore, he occupied the northwest Daocheng as quickly as possible.
With a land as the foundation, plus the ghost infant and his own longevity, even if the Martial Saint comes in person, he can exchange it for one.
"The old Taoist still has six months to live. During this period, unless Xuan Ba comes in person, neither Yun Ni nor Nie Longtian will dare to step into the northwest city..."
Mantra strokes his long beard with his hand, looking plain but confident.
"If two people arrive together..."
Hearing the words 'Nie Longtian', Yang Yu's heart suddenly sank, his eyes were burning, and he vaguely sensed something...
"I'm about to die, what's the difference between one and two? Naturally, they won't be willing to trade lives with me."
The old Taoist smiled and did not dwell too much on this topic. Instead, he looked at Qin Si who looked gloomy:
"Xiao Si, don't tell your uncle this. In these six months, you can just use the luck of this city to complete the ceremony.
After that, it’s probably enough to heal your uncle’s wounds…”
Qin Si lowered her head sadly and responded.
"After six months, the old Taoist will go out of the city. At that time, I will have to help Yang Xiaoyou to take care of Xiao Si. I don't have to compete with them for a while. I can endure it for fifty years."
Fifty years from now, the imperial court will inevitably fall apart. By then, no matter whether you establish a sect or raise an army to rebuild the world, no one will be able to stop you!"
Looking at Yang Yu, Zhenyan Taoist said solemnly, and at the end, he sighed:
"If I can still live for twenty years, it will be different..."
If it weren't for this moment, Zhenyan would not want to say these words.
Go down to Yanzhou, fight against the great master, subdue the king of the northwest, and win a battle lightly. Yang Yu already has a certain amount of power, and the martial sage has a lot of power. If he works hard, he can cross that threshold in twenty years.
There are many ways to retire, but in the end you will have to sink for thirty years.
"Senior's kindness is appreciated by this junior. But now that Yang is here, he will not retreat..."
Yang Yu shook his head, but he made up his mind:
"Senior, have you ever heard of ginseng fruit..."
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