Quick travel god stick demeanor

At the beginning of the 12th year of Jianyuan.

The spring rain is falling, which wets the white walls and blue tiles, and the apricot blossoms on the branches are just beginning to bloom, and they fall off in an instant.

Some young ladies, with fresh flowers on their hair buns, holding baskets in their hands, filled with magnolia, peach, pear blossom, apricot blossom, crabapple, lilac, etc., stood on the street and hawked, with a clear and melodious voice like a bird. Oriole bird.

A basket full of white, pink, and red flowers bloomed in full bloom, as if it filled the whole spring.

This scene is enough to move people's hearts.

Seeing this, the sentimental aristocrats, men, and officials in Shengjing will inevitably feel sad and recite some good poems to express their abundant emotions that have no place to rest.

Farmers don't have such a sense of elegance. They don't care about getting hurt by the rain. They put on coir raincoats, bamboo hats, and go to the fields with hoes on their shoulders, busy with spring planting.

In recent years, there has been little rain in the north and there are signs of drought. This spring rain is particularly precious, and farmers should cherish it.

Green straw hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. ①

Yuquan Mountain.

This place is still independent from the world, and everything outside, whether it is prosperous or lively, has nothing to do with this place.

Baichen Pavilion, on the star-observation platform, Chi Lian brandished the eight wastes and six combinations, and analyzed the situation of the world in words.

"The way of divination began with sages, started with Fuxi, and flourished in the Zhou Dynasty."

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"The moon has its profit and loss, the water has its rise and fall, and the dynasty is the same. Every hundred years of the Jin Dynasty, there will be a catastrophe, and the prosperity will flourish, and the death will decline. The Jin Dynasty has been established for more than 490 years, and it is about to usher in a catastrophe. leave."

"The patriarch is good at divination. Looking at the past and the future is like looking at the future. In order to avoid losses when the moon is full, and for the livelihood of all, I have passed down the concept of freedom to the present. It has been passed down from generation to generation. The fireworks are not prosperous. The prosperous times retreat, and the troubled times go down the mountain."

When talking about the great achievements of the masters of Zizai Guanzhu in the past dynasties, Chi Lian's eyes were as bright as cold stars, and her face could not help showing pride and longing.

Although Zizai Temple has only one seedling from generation to generation, Yuquan Mountain has good feng shui and good luck. All of them are dragons and phoenixes, and they are all warriors who can defeat a hundred with one.

It is also because of this that the concept of freedom can act as the invisible leader of the righteous way in a semi-retired situation.

"Up to now..." Chi Lian sighed silently, the coldness between her brows and eyes melted away, revealing a slightly sad expression, "The concept of freedom and the fortune of the Jin Dynasty are closely intertwined, and it is difficult to distinguish each other."

——Even if it can be distinguished, the emperor of Jin Dynasty will never allow it.

When mentioning the unsatisfactory reality, Chi Lian couldn't help feeling depressed.

The matter was so important, and the pressure on her shoulders was too long, so long that Chi Lian couldn't help but reveal a trace of anxiety.

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Xie Ange's eyes never blinked, he listened carefully to these kinds of secrets, top secret secrets that have only been passed down from generation to generation by word of mouth and never appear on paper.

The fragrance of tea wafted up, and he drank a cup for his master. His hands were carved like jade, white and slender.

The sound of tea being poured into the cup aroused Chilian's mind. She picked up the teacup, flicked the tea leaves, and took a sip. It was as if rice soup had passed through her throat.

"Good tea!" Chilian exclaimed.

Impetuously filtered out, her thoughts settled down, and Chi Lian regained her usual calmness.

"As long as Master likes it." Xie Ange raised his eyes and smiled slightly. His smile shone brightly against the background of rain and dark sky, like a touch of color in a black and white photo, brilliant and compelling.

He didn't mention how much work he had put into the tea ceremony, because it wasn't necessary.He did it voluntarily, and he also benefited a lot from the study of tea ceremony, which made him very happy.

Seeing the apprentice's smile, Chi Lian couldn't help but relax a little.

Anyway, I took in an apprentice, didn't I?The worst thing is death and the disappearance of the body, the inheritance of the concept of freedom, with An Ge, naturally there is no need to worry.

"The catastrophe is approaching, and the building will collapse." Chi Lian looked far away, "The royal family and the concept of freedom must be the first to enter the game."

Speaking of this, Chi Lian looked at the young man. In the past seven or eight years, his stature has grown a lot, and the sound of bones growing around him seems to be heard, like bamboo shoots in the ground, growing up one by one, and growing into a handsome plant. Tall and straight green bamboo.

His eyes are gentle and quiet, he is keen and inquisitive when he is studying, and he never slackens in his practice day after day, year after year.

Xie Ange smiled and said nothing, without any sense of embarrassment, and let the master look at him openly.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up, and a shower of rain drifted into the Baichen Pavilion.

Seeing that the master was indifferent, Xie Ange stretched out his hand and swiped in the air, the golden rune flashed past, blocking the wind and rain.

But Chi Lian got up, walked to the edge of the observatory, released a little mana, and the wind and rain did not invade. This technique is much more clever than Xie Ange.

Xie Ange didn't care too much, compared to Chilian, she was still tender!Following his master's example, he released his mana to block the wind and rain, which was indeed much more convenient.

The power is concentrated in the eyes, and the eyesight is like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath, piercing through the heavy rain and hitting Shengjing directly.

An imaginary golden old dragon hovered above the palace, its scales were dim, and its four claws were slightly strong on the outside and dry on the inside.

"Concentrate the mana in your eyes and look at Shengjing." Chi Lian said lightly.

The boy did as he said, and the world suddenly changed in his eyes.

Shengjing is the capital of a country, the place where the dragon energy gathers, and the place where the national destiny is concentrated. It should be guarded by the dragon energy, and the clouds above are colorful.

But now, Sheng Jing's aura seemed a little messy, looking carefully, even a trace of evil was mixed in.If in a prosperous age, when the dragon aura is in full swing, these evil auras will disappear as soon as they enter the capital.It's a pity that now, the golden dragon is too weak to take care of himself, and the evil spirits are about to take advantage of it.

The golden dragon on the palace turned his head if he felt something.

One dragon and one person, looking at each other in the air.

boom--

The invisible shock comes from the void, across time and distance!

Although Lian Po is old, he can still eat!

Chi Lian calmly pulled out a small umbrella, like a child's toy, in a short time, the small umbrella grew up like a puff, spinning into the air.

This umbrella is the natal magic weapon of Chilian. The ribs of the umbrella are yellowish, the handle is dark green, and the surface of the umbrella is reddish red in multiple layers. It is embroidered with large red lotuses, like a lotus with double petals, blooming in layers. .

In an instant, the sky above their heads was covered by a giant umbrella.

The dragon air hit the umbrella surface and was bounced back.

The magician of Qin Tianjian sensed it, and hurriedly took out the tortoise shell and yarrow for divination.However, the secret of heaven has long been covered by Qianlian Luosan, so the warlocks naturally got nothing and reported the matter to the emperor with a guilty conscience.

Little did they know, the emperor had already left the palace.

Chi Lian stood with her hands behind her back and asked, "An Ge, what did you see?"

"Dragon Qi is declining, evil spirits are in chaos." Xie Ange frowned and said, he did not expect the situation to have reached this point.

"That's right." Chi Lian nodded slightly, "The dragon's energy is declining, the emperor's heart is weak, and his life span is approaching. He has intentions but is powerless. He can only barely support the situation, so as not to perish the country."

Chi Lian's expression was cold, full of dissatisfaction, and she said coldly: "The emperor is responsible for the destiny of the country, and the power of the king is granted by God. He was supposed to keep the herdsmen of the country and prevent the world from chaos and evil. Demons and demons are everywhere, that is when the disciples of Zizai Guanzi enter the world."

"So, what preparations should we make in advance?"

"Prepare?" Chi Lian raised her eyebrows, her face became brighter in an instant, and she looked at the only disciple with burning eyes, "You are my preparation."

"I have a heavy responsibility on my shoulders, and I cannot leave the mountain. At that time, everything will depend on you."

"The disciple is obliged." Xie Ange said calmly, but his expression was full of solemnity.

No wonder, Zizai Guan has worked hard to train him over the years.

However, he was also very grateful.

No matter what the reason is, he benefited from it, and his relationship with Master, Meng Gong, Lu Qitong, etc. is not fake.

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"Meng Weng, why did the temple master come out of the small building today?" Lu Qitong asked curiously.

"Of course it's because someone she has to meet has come." Menggong said slowly.

"It's not good! It's not good!" a cat boy yelled.

"The dragon is coming! The dragon is coming!" shouted the two cat boys.

"Hide, hide!" The kitten bumped into the brothers in front, and immediately screamed "meow, ow, ow".

The scene was once very messy!

Meng Gong slammed the crutch on the ground hard, and the mana spread outward from the tip of the crutch.

"Certainly!"

The world suddenly became quiet.

The kittens remained motionless in all kinds of strange postures, their eyes desperately turned to Lu Qitong on one side, their eyes were pitiful.

Lu Qitong turned his face away and shrugged his shoulders.

"Hmph!" Duke Meng smoothed his furious beard, "Where did the dragon come from? That's the Son of Heaven!"

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People and horses meander on the mountain road like a long dragon, and the front and back cannot see each other.

Among them, there are all guards of honor and retinues, with banners and flags fluttering in the wind.

A middle-aged man in dark red uniform stepped down from the dragon chariot, holding a boy about four or five years old in his hand, took a deep breath, and walked slowly to the mountain gate.

The mountain gate is tall, but tightly closed. It is formed by Ganoderma lucidum and cranes carved on huge stones. It is full of traces left by the sun, moon, wind and rain, and also leaves a sense of vicissitudes of time.

The emperor in this world looked at the mountain gate with nostalgia, guilt and joy.After a long silence, he pressed his hand on the cold stone door.

"Chilian, here I come."

The whispers reached Chi Lian's ears, interrupting her conversation with her apprentice, she waved her hand and began to recite the mantra.

Across a long distance, the tightly closed mountain gate slowly opened under the command of the master.

The emperor stared blankly at the scene in front of him, as if the passing years were going upstream, and fate finally smiled at him.

The author has something to say:

①Green straw hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle——Zhang Zhihe's "Fisherman's Song"

One, thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution, meh~(^з^)-☆

I don't know why, the author can't see the list, laughing and crying jpg. Please forgive me

[-]. As the new year is approaching, there are many things at home, so I can’t update regularly. I will try to update at a fixed time, but——don’t expect too much, so as not to be disappointed→_→

Three, there is a little angel who said to fatten up a little before watching, I have to say, this is very witty~

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