Ye Linyuan had no choice but to cover his head and stop making mistakes.
"This kid should be taught a lesson!" Han Zhuyao wished he was the one who had just done it.
"Okay, let me tell you."
Xuying rolled his eyes at Ye Linyuan, and then continued to tell Shifang's story: "Actually, it's almost as you guessed. After that person becomes a venerable, Shifang's effects will not only act on himself.
But it can change the east, west, north and south at will within a hundred miles!"
"What can this mean...wait!"
Before Ye Linyuan finished speaking, he understood what the shadow meant.
By changing the east, west, north and south arbitrarily within a hundred miles, wouldn't it be possible to make the earth float and the rivers flow backwards?!
If combined with some formations, it can even easily wipe out all living creatures within a hundred miles! If this is used in the demon realm, it can completely kill ten thousand demons in one step!
"It seems you have figured it out."
Han Zhuyao nodded with satisfaction: "If you designate Shifang as your destiny star, it is equivalent to carrying a sky-cast formation with you. Even if the Demon Emperor comes, it will take some effort to obliterate it!"
"Why use this as an example?"
Ye Linyuan looked at Han Zhuyao strangely: "In order to highlight the power of Shifang in this situation, shouldn't it be said that even the Demon Emperor can't kill you?"
Xuying silently explained on the side: "Because the Changsheng Venerable who previously controlled the ten directions was killed by the Demon Emperor."
Ye Linyuan:......
"Mainly because he only has Shifang."
Han Zhuyao defended: "If you let my gifted spirit cooperate with Shifang, even the demon emperor can kill you!"
boom!
A thunder suddenly fell from the sky and struck at Han Zhu Yao's feet!
The three of them looked up at the same time, looking into the sky in disbelief.
Han Zhuyao murmured to himself: "Has his control over the way of heaven... reached this point?"
"It has almost surpassed the previous generation of Emperors."
Xuying sighed with emotion: "It took hundreds of years to achieve this point. I guess only the legendary one can compare with it, right?"
"We..." Wu Huairou looked at Ye Linyuan with some confusion: "Should we find a place to hide from the rain?"
The three people asked at the same time: "Take shelter from the rain?"
Before he finished speaking, dense raindrops fell from the sky, and the three of them turned around and returned to Ye Mansion.
As for whether the thunder was the will of heaven or a pure coincidence, none of them could tell.
When they arrived at the inner courtyard, the middle-aged monk no longer knew where he had gone, so they just found an empty room and hid in it.
The three of them are not afraid of getting wet in the rain, but Wu Huairou is still a mortal body. If he gets caught in the rain again while his serious injury has not healed, then the injury will not be healed.
"Just rest here first."
Ye Linyuan closed the doors and windows: "Xiao Wu, don't be afraid, we won't sleep, and we will do it again tomorrow..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a gentle breathing sound in the room. When he turned around, he found that Wu Huairou had fallen asleep on the bed, still holding the sword tightly in his hand.
"This girl has such a generous heart." Ye Linyuan complained helplessly and looked at Han Zhuyao: "Senior, since you said Shifang is of great use, let's go to Zanglu Mountain tomorrow!
But we have to agree first, it’s best to stop this girl and try not to enter Luo City.”
"Of course!"
Han Zhuyao sat cross-legged on the ground and took out a chess set from the star field: "Quick, quick, let's kill a few more games! We have agreed this time, and we are not allowed to cheat!"
"Okay."
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There was no talking all night, and by the time Wu Huairou got up, it was already broad daylight.
An old man and a young man sat at the door and played chess all night with the sound of rain.
In the first dozen rounds, Ye Linyuan still had the upper hand, but later on, even if Han Zhu Yao let him have a car, he could only be killed without leaving a trace.
When Ye Linyuan saw Wu Huairou getting up, he immediately lifted the chessboard, took her out of the gate of Ye Mansion, let her eat as she pleased, and then took her to Zanglu Mountain.
Han Zhu Yao followed the two of them with a happy face. Last night he felt that he had let go of the anger he had suffered in that trial.
Fuxing Town is not far from Zanglu Mountain. Before noon, everyone had arrived at the top of a hill opposite Zanglu Mountain and watched the crowds of people coming and going piling up on Zanglu Mountain.
As Wei Laoqi said before, the end of the month and the thirtieth day of the month are exactly the day when the old and young in Luo City come to seek immortality.
Although there was a landslide in Zanglu Mountain last night, it did not seem to affect the enthusiasm of the people...
Wu Huairou looked at the scene in front of him with confusion: "What are they doing?"
Ye Linyuan answered without thinking: "For this old senior..."
"If you dare to talk about offering incense, believe it or not, I will eat you as a sacrifice right now!" Han Zhuyao threatened.
Ye Linyuan believed that Han Zhuyao could definitely do it, so he had to change his mind: "Ahem, in short, this is a wonderful misunderstanding."
"I heard that there are immortal masters on Zanglu Mountain, and they will arrange immortal connections on every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month." Wu Huairou looked at him with envy: "Do you think there really are immortal masters there?"
Han Zhuyao said angrily: "I'm standing in front of you! Are you telling the truth?"
Wu Huairou shook his head: "You are not an immortal master."
"Just because I can't fly?"
"Um……"
Wu Huairou pondered for a while, feeling that this reason alone seemed a bit far-fetched: "Then you can live forever?"
Han Zhuyao shook his head. There are only twenty-eight immortal creatures in this world. He is not yet one, but he was once only one step away from that position.
"Then you are not an immortal master."
"I..." Han Zhuyao was blocked and speechless.
"Xiao Wu, do you want to know what an immortal master is?"
Ye Linyuan pointed to Zanglu Mountain opposite: "Look at the people on those mountains.
Each of them went to that mountain in order to become the immortal master they said they were. But they didn't know whether there were immortal masters on this mountain. They all knew it from other people's mouths.
For a vain possibility, they are willing to sacrifice everything in order to complete the class jump.
But this so-called "immortal master" itself is a lie promised by the upper class, and the "immortal master" is forced to become people's belief! But looking at its essence, the "immortal master" is just a tool for them to rule the lower class people.
That’s all.
They beautify the 'immortal master' and compare him to an omnipotent god who can satisfy the countless fantasies of the lower class people, and then use the 'immortal master' as bait to manipulate the lower class people at will."
"What do you mean, brother, people shouldn't have faith?"
A familiar voice came, and Ye Linyuan and Han Zhuyao turned their heads at the same time, and saw a handsome young man standing behind the three of them, followed by an old man.
'Why is it always you! Does China have so little government affairs? You, an emperor, come out to enjoy the mountains and rivers every day!'