Advise Qingshan

"I heard...Taiwan."

The tip of Ye Zhuo's tongue slowly rolled over these three words, and there seemed to be a wonderful rhythm spreading on his lips and teeth. This Duan inkstone 5000 years ago has already evolved from a real object to an ancient symbol, and later generations can only occasionally read it from Jiguang. There is a faint glimpse between the pieces of feathers, now, will they stand alive in front of them?

Ye Zhuo's face remained unchanged: "How to prove it?"

Wen Daotai bowed again and said, "Xianjun, come with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Xing held Ye Zhuo's wrist and pressed their waists tightly together. The next second, the ground suddenly trembled, and countless cages around them seemed to be squeezed and deformed in the middle. These lifeless steel As if alive, they danced irregularly like meat snakes waiting to be slaughtered in a vegetable market, and then suddenly twisted a pointed arc on the top of their heads, and then they quickly retreated backwards, retreating faster and further The faster it is, the last it becomes a continuous afterimage invisible to the naked eye.

Wen Xing's complexion was a bit ugly immediately, but Ye Zhuo was not bad, he was even in the mood to pinch the beauty's face: "It's okay, it's just a space, if I'm still a fairy, I can also take you to play like this."

When the changing iron railings around finally stopped, Wen Daotai cupped his hands: "Xianjun, we are here."

Ye Zhuo looked around for a week. This is a very high platform with Jiangchuan at the bottom. At a glance, the peaks are covered with emerald green, vermilion and green tiles, and the tall buildings are uneven. meaning?"

The Confucian scholar cupped his hands: "It's just a mere talent, Wen Daotai is also an artifact that ranks among the immortals. In terms of defense, it is comparable to the Wenmang Tower. If you don't step down from this platform, you can be safe and worry-free."

Ye Zhuo was stunned: "So the protection means to let me stay here and not move?"

Wen Daotai smiled and nodded.

Ye Zhuo: "This is different from what I thought..."

"Wait a minute." Ta Ling came up: "I am the Wen Mang you mentioned. I would like to ask, this strong man of Wendaotai, can you fight?"

"This one……"

The strong man was silent for a long time: "I am a scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken, and the body is only used by Yuan Jun to drive the pen and ink. Fighting... I am really not good at it."

Wen Mang felt comfortable.

He accused Ye Zhuo: "I just said, they are all defensive weapon spirits, how can they be better than me? Tell him to compare with me!"

Ye Jue: "..."

He thought to himself: "No wonder I strayed into Jiangchuan last time. I heard that Daotai relied on spiritual power to suppress the whole process. I didn't see any killer moves. Co-authoring this is also a show."

Ye Zhuo asked: "Then you Yuanjun, how is your cultivation now?"

Wen Daotai replied quickly this time: "Probably, it is worse than your situation."

——The co-authors of these two immortal monarchs are basically a bastard pair of mung beans, one is more miserable than the other, plus a Bermuda who is experiencing the five declines of heaven and man, this time the entire army of immortal monarchs is wiped out, and the two of them and one monster can't wait to compete for election The throne of the most unlucky fairy, how can it be a miserable word.

Ye Zhu was silent, and Ta Ling scratched his head: "No, I remember that you Yuanjun also made great achievements in battle, so what about the spirit he used for fighting?"

Wen Daotai pointed away.

Today, there is mist in the river and river, and it is difficult to see the towers and towers. However, where the line of sight meets the sky, you can still see a vague black silhouette, like a dormant giant beast.

And cultivator Shenxuan has excellent eyesight, able to penetrate clouds and fog. In Wen Xing's eyes, a majestic pass stood resolutely, with a red gold plaque hanging in the middle, with three large characters written on iron and silver hooks.

——Fengkou Pass.

According to historical records: the commander of all birds, the one who brings blessings and auspiciousness is the phoenix, and the one who acts as a barrier to communicate the presence and absence of the inside and outside is the mouth.The place where Lord Yuan blocked thousands of impermanent ghosts outside the pass and guarded the auspiciousness of the world for hundreds of generations is Fengkou Pass.

Ye Zhuo said: "This is...?"

"That's Yuan Jun's Qingwu Yinfengqin, but the Qinling is dead."

Wen Daotai paused for a moment, and then said eloquently: "Yuan Jun likes to travel in the mountains and rivers. When the ghosts of impermanence are rampant, it happens that he is not on the long boat to cross the moon."

"However, monks all over the world are helpless against impermanent ghosts. After searching for a long time, I finally found Yuan Jun's residence. Unfortunately, Yuan Jun has just had an epiphany and is in retreat. I have no choice but to ask Yuan Jun to leave the customs. Disturbance is a serious matter."

Cultivators follow the law of the heavens and the earth, follow the time of the day, and the higher the cultivation level, the more they need to calm down and condense their energy during cultivation. Forcibly interrupting them can cause serious injuries to blood vessels, and even death.

"However, the impermanent ghost becomes more and more courageous in the battle. Although this thing has no intelligence, every time a monk on our side is killed or the people suffer, the strength of the impermanent ghost will grow stronger. It is like a snowball, and it is difficult to stop."

Wen Daotai looked at Xiongguan from a distance, and said slowly: "Historical records, at that time, the land of Shenzhou sank, and the entire northern Xinjiang continent fell, including today's territory of your Xiaquan Palace, which is also in the range where impermanent ghosts are rampant. The formerly prominent northern sect, Up to Tianshan, Shangqing, down to Canglang, Qingming, all are not spared. Fortunately, the Yishan Mountains run across Zhongzhou. South is raging, unfortunately..."

The few words in the history books are already so tragic, but they don't know how desolate the real situation was at that time.

Ye Zhuo lowered his eyes: "It's a pity that there is a gap in Yishan, which happens to be Jiangchuan."

Wen Daotai nodded: "Yes."

"When Lord Yuan left the pass, the situation was already in danger. He had no choice but to transform Qingwu and lead Fengqin into Fengkou Pass, and then fought hundreds of battles, finally sweeping the peace of the northern border."

Ye Zhuo said silently, "The first of a hundred games is to slaughter the whole city of Jiangchuan?"

Wen Daotai smiled bitterly: "Yes, there are already many impermanent ghosts in Jiangchuan. If they are not slaughtered, setting up gates will have no effect."

"After the massacre, the resentment was soaring to the sky, the spirit body couldn't bear this filthy air the most, Qingwu attracted the phoenix, and died at that time."

He hooked the corners of his lips weakly: "She is a very beautiful and smart little girl, pestering us to study and paint, Yuan Jun dotes on her the most."

Wen Daotai didn't say everything, but everyone understood what he meant.

——Therefore, the spirit of the fairy family and the body of the former friend looked at each other silently for thousands of years in an endless time, separated by an empty city.

Ye Zhuo asked: "Then Guangyu Yuanjun?"

"The massacre of the city is a catastrophe. Heaven sent down a thunder calamity. Lord Yuan was seriously injured, and then fought south and north. It was already at the end of his strength, so he died."

This catastrophe that has not been glimpsed in the history is actually a catastrophe that even immortals cannot escape.

Ye Zhuo was silent for a long time, and said: "According to what you said, Guangyu Yuanjun, hasn't he already passed away?"

Wen Daotai said: "Guangyu Yuanjun has passed away long ago, but your old friend Chen Kezhen is still alive."

Ye Zhuo and Wen Xing looked at each other: "Reincarnation?"

Although this kind of saying is popular among the people, Ye Zhu has never died after all, and he doesn't know the rules of the underworld, so he can only ask: "So my neighbor in Jiangchuan, the boss of Donghai Yingzhou Palace, and Ji Guangyu are all him?"

Wen Daotai nodded: "Yes."

Ye Zhuo said: "But, this is not right."

Now that he has been robbed by thunder, he does not owe the karma of his previous life, and there is no revenge from heaven to prevent him from practicing.

If you can practice, and Chen Kezhen is in the Confucian sect, which is half-cultivating and half-challenging, with the right time and place, he used to be so stunning and brilliant, and he was clearly in a good state of mind when he was in Yingzhou Palace in the East China Sea, but now he has fallen. To the extent that you can't even enter the Tao, and you have no cultivation at all, you can only let life, old age, sickness and death?

They thought about each other, and when they heard that Daotai was looking at Fengkou Pass, Ye Zhuo glanced at it, and Ta Ling was also full of doubts, so he sent a voice transmission, "You also feel that something is wrong?"

Ta Ling was puzzled: "I really want to know, is Guangyu Yuanjun Ju?"

Ye Jue: "..."

He pursed his thin lips, and uttered a word coldly: "Get lost."

"Don't be so irritable, Xianjun." The voice of the tower spirit thief came over: "I'm afraid of comparing goods. I thought you were miserable enough, but now I think you are not miserable. Guangyu is more miserable."

Ye Zhuo took a deep breath: "Hurry up and get out."

No one spoke for a while, and in the silence, Wen Xing took a step forward and said seriously: "Seniors communicate, juniors shouldn't talk too much, but now my fairy is also involved in the game, forgive me for being presumptuous, seniors know, What is the purpose of today's bureau? If it wasn't for Guangyu's layout, then who was it?"

Wen Daotai shook his head: "I'm sorry, I don't know anything about it."

"I don't know?" Ye Zhu frowned: "But from the beginning to the end, Guangyu Yuanjun is the core figure in this game, and he has never told you?"

"Yuanjun has no way to tell me." Wen Daotai cupped his hands: "Xianjun laughed, Yuanjun is actually still ignorant of the past life, he only has a vague idea, I only recently contacted him, and because of I prove that Chen Kezhen understands the fact that he himself is Guangyu Yuanjun."

"Also, you should have read the book in the Confucian School. As far as the book says, Yuanjun knows, in fact, that much."

Ye Zhuo thought about it, and thought: "The words marked in red by cinnabar in the book are not for me, but Chen Kezhen for himself?"

He asked again: "Excuse me, how did you contact Chen Kezhen in this underwater river?"

"I took the initiative to look for it," Wen Daotai said, "Gain Jiangchuan has been calm for thousands of years, and suddenly a strange thing happened."

Ye Zhuo: "Oh? I would like to hear the details."

Wen Daotai said: "You also know that this is an empty underwater city. I have no one to accompany me, and I often fall asleep. I was happy, but then I found out that I know every face here, from traffickers to officers and soldiers."

"It was exactly 5000 years ago, when Yuan Jun slaughtered the city, those ordinary people living in Jiangchuan."

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If you miscalculated the arrival time of the enemy, do it again: the enemy has five seconds to reach the battlefield.