"That goshawk..."
Looking at the back of the goshawk that rose up from the ground, flapping its wings instead of being as fast as a meteor, Lin Daoren felt a little relieved.
He did not believe Yang Yu's so-called takeover of Nie Longtian.
He used his great master to attack the Martial Saint, which has never been seen in ancient and modern times. He is as powerful as Zhang Xuanba, but he is also trying to achieve this because of the great military situation.
He naturally looked down on Nie Longtian, but he was a martial saint who practiced the martial arts saint, but because he took a shortcut, his will was slightly inferior.
But he is still the Martial Saint.
However, with this eagle in front of him, and with his archery skills, I think he can move forward and retreat freely.
"It's good to suffer some losses..."
Daoren Lin thought so.
He practiced martial arts halfway through the journey, but he had already practiced so much that Yang Yu's talent made him move.
But he went too fast and smoothly along the way. It may not be a bad thing to suffer some losses...
As his mind moved, he was about to leave when he suddenly heard the quiet whispers from a distance.
"Gaoying's mysterious suit, two-edged sword, that person, could that person be the King Yang of Northwest?"
"King Yang! I heard that a few days ago, outside the Lianshan Pass, the Dark Moon Dharma King in Dali Tianlun Temple was defeated and suppressed by him!"
"I heard that Prince Zhao went out to the frontier not far away a hundred thousand miles, just to accept him as his disciple..."
"No wonder the murderer ran away in sight, I'm afraid he was intimidated by King Yang's power..."
...
"Um?!"
Hearing these many discussions, Daoren Lin paused slightly and his brows frowned:
"He suppressed Dark Moon Dharma King?!"
...
...
Huh ~
In the night wind, there was a white mourning inside and outside the Tianlang Pass, and white cloth floated in front of every household, and the desolation and silence filled the entire city pass.
Before the city tower, Wei Zheng sat on the ground first, drank alone with two or three side dishes.
At this moment, it was still midsummer in the Central Plains, but outside the pass seemed to have arrived. The night wind slowly moved, blowing off the yellowed fallen leaves.
"General, it's late at night, come back."
At some point, Yu Liang came to the city wall and looked at Wei Zhengxian with a bleak expression, and sighed in his heart.
The death of King Zhao of Xifu was truly earth-shaking.
Not only was the government and the country boiling, but the wind and clouds were surging outside the frontier, the heart of this general was also shocked.
"Old friends withered one after another, it's like the fallen leaves in the wind..."
After reaching out to take the yellow leaves blown by the wind, Wei Zhengxian looked a little dazed:
"Mr. Yu, where do you think I should go?"
"Why do you have to ask me?"
Yu Liang also sat with him on the ground and poured him a glass of wine:
"I will go wherever you go."
"Wei really don't know where to go..."
Wei Zhengxian murmured to himself:
"I really have no ambitions. I just want to live with my brothers, but now it seems that it's a difficult situation..."
"It's hard, it's hard, it's easy, it's easy."
Yu Liang poured him another glass of wine, and his voice was a little higher:
"The government and the country are so turbulent, and no one can shake your position. Even if you don't save Emperor Qianheng, what can Li Yan do?
Could it be that he dares to put you in prison? Or would he dare to stop the army's food and salary?!"
Holding the wine glass, Wei Zhengxian pondered without saying a word.
"You keep this pass because of your promise to Prince Zhao. What does it have to do with that emperor? In recent years, the court has bullied us too much, and we have been owed food and wages again and again. Emperor Qianheng's Taoist Palace has become more and more prosperous!"
Yu Liang picked up a glass of wine and drank it all in one go, and it was as spicy as fire:
"He raised troops for a thousand days and used troops for a while. If he didn't raise them, he would have to work hard. How could this be the case in the world?!"
Step by step ~
While the two talked, continuous footsteps sounded on the city wall, and a group of soldiers guarding the city gathered, and there were wolf smokes warnings floating in the distance.
"Fan Ruyi, here you go!"
Seeing this scene, Yu Liang's heart was beating wildly. Seeing that Wei Zhengxian was still pondering and couldn't help but raising the tone:
"General!"
Looking at the soldiers on the top of the city and feeling the unshakable will from far away and approaching, as majestic as a mountain, Wei Zhengxian crushed the wine glass with a "click".
"Let him go!"
...
In the Tianlang Pass, there were more than 100,000 elite troops, and the leader of the three heroes of Longyuan. Wei Zhengxian, who was praised by Zhang Xuanba as a martial saint, was stationed in the guards.
But Fan Ruyi still came out of seclusion calmly.
Surprisingly, but not surprising.
"Pity, sad."
The monk's robe was almost unblocked. Fan Ru looked at Emperor Qianheng, but couldn't help but feel a little compassion:
"You are also considered the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the Lord of the Central Plains, and the extremely noble person, but why are there not many people who fight for you?"
Behind him is the heroic Tianlang, and the emperor of the Ming Dynasty is held in his hand.
Fan Ruyi's voice is neither high nor low, but it is enough to make the people inside and outside the pass clearly hear it.
In front of the city tower, Wei Zhengxian held the wine glass tightly, his eyes closed and trembled, but he didn't say a word in the end.
"General Wei is worthy of his real man."
After stopping for a long time, Fan Ruyi praised her slightly and walked away.
He passed through the passes and cities along the way, and saw hundreds of thousands of soldiers, but there was almost no one to stop him except Xuanjia.
“What a pity…”
Feeling the aura behind him that was infinitely approaching the threshold of the Martial Saint, Fan Ru turned her mind but no longer cared about her heart.
His footwork was fast and his direction was quite certain.
After walking by for more than ten days and nights, he had already seen the military tent that stretched for a long time in a deserted forest. In it, he felt...
"The Emperor's Purple Qi..."
Fan Ru's eyes condensed slightly.
The old monster of Black Mountain, dressed in red armor, was already in front of him. The two stood apart a hundred feet apart, calmly and fearful.
"I've been missing for a long time, Brother Heishan."
Fan Ruyi stopped and refused to move forward.
"Linghui is damaged?"
After glanced at Emperor Qianheng who was like a pool of mud, the old demon of Black Mountain frowned slightly:
"Without Zhang Xuanba and Mu Qingliu blocking the way, you have not achieved your full success? Jiang Wuyang wouldn't have the courage to stop you, right?"
"Something went wrong."
Fan Ruyi didn't say anything bluntly, but just said lightly:
"It is agreed that this person will be saved by me. As for the purple aura of the emperor on his body, Brother Taoist only needs to hand over the 'Bodhidharma handbook' and take it for yourself."
"With your and my achievements today, even if Bodhidharma is resurrected and sloppy, it is not a threat. It is useless to keep this book in mere handwritten books, and it is not a big deal for you. It is just..."
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"I am very curious about what is in the illusion of Bodhidharma? I can help you come out of the mountain and go in at any cost..."
"This seems to have nothing to do with our deal."
Fan Ruyi lowered her eyelids:
"Or, Brother Dao wants to destroy his promise?"
Huh ~
Silently, a cold current seemed to be coming. With the two of them, the airflow within a radius of ten miles seemed to be solidified in mid-air.
"It's not enough to destroy the promise. Since you don't want to say it, you will follow you."
The old demon lowered his eyes:
"But, before entering the Pass, Mu Qingliu had no time to clone himself. When he entered the Pass again, he might not allow you to come and go freely..."
Taking the thin book, leaving Emperor Qianheng behind. Fan Ruyi was silent for a moment, turned around and walked into the pass again:
"He is not Zhang Xuanba."
...
...
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and dawn is not coming.
Under the night, Pingdu Mountain, which stretches for thousands or thousands of miles, lying across the junction of Qing and Bai states like an ancient giant beast.
In the night, there are a lot of lights in the mountains and forests.
Hurry!
Six copper coins fell to the ground from the light golden turtle shell.
"No, still no..."
Under the swaying light, Yun Dao Ren saw sweat on his forehead and breathed rapidly:
"The old Taoist has said that this immortal magical realm can only appear once every four hundred years. These monks do not believe it..."
"No, can't it be done?"
Mu Shaoyou's heart trembled too.
"No, no!"
The two masters and apprentices looked at each other, and there was a slight bleak smell.
The news of the birth of the Bodhidharma illusion has spread all over the world over the years, and I don’t know how many good things the martial artists in the martial arts world have attracted.
Of course, more, monks.
Lanke Temple, Wuliang Sect, Fulong Temple, Dachan Temple... God knows how many Buddhist masters gathered at the foot of Pingdu Mountain.
They have been "invited" to this place for five or six years. Many of the others who entered the Bodhidharma illusion with them were also "invited" to come.
"This group of bald donkeys bully the weak and fear the strong!"
Mu Shaoyou gritted his teeth:
"What a famous and upright sect, what a great Buddhist master, just bully me, Shuiyun Temple, no one! Since I am so persistent, why don't I see you and invite King Yang?
Are you afraid?!"
"Calm the sound!"
This sound scared the Lord Yun’s urination, and he covered his apprentice’s mouth, but it was still too late.
Outside the door, a Buddha's name came.
"Amitabha, good, good!"
Several old monks walked slowly out of the forest.
"Don't blame the great Zen master, the little disciple also speaks without saying anything..."
Seeing a few old monks, the two masters and disciples' faces turned pale a little instantly.
"It's not a fault for the Taoist priest. He was originally quiet and rude. If anyone was trapped in the place for five or six years, he always felt resentful..."
Xu Jing folded his hands together and bowed to apologize:
"It's really true that it's not the old monk. Master Bodhidharma, and the monks are in a bit too intense..."
"Great Zen Master, you are polite..."
Seeing the great master salute, the two masters and disciples felt flattered, and their resentment dissipated a little for a while, and they rushed to help them up.
"I, Dachan Temple, are not bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. It's really that King Yang, it's really hard to ask..."
The old monk Xujing sighed.
The two old monks behind him were speechless.
I haven't invited this, it's really, I can't beat it...
“Huh?”
Suddenly, a ray of light appeared in the forest, and the eyes of several people were immediately attracted. They saw six copper plates on the mud floor shining and pointing to the depths of the forest.
"The illusion, the illusion has opened?"
Dao Ren Yun was confused.
The time when the Immortal Magic Fantasy Realm is opened will shorten with the change of the sky, but it will not be shortened to this point, right?
"Um?!"
The old monk Xujing was about to go when suddenly his body trembled and he turned around in horror.
boom!
The earth was shaking, and a thunderous explosion came from the sky above the forest.
A figure rushed wildly as if it had crashed into the mountains and forests, and its aura exploded like a cloud. Inside, it was the man who whistled very angry:
"Daoren Lin, you're bullying too much!"
boom!
It was like a meteor coming north, a golden light penetrated through the night. In the night wind, accompanied by the roar of the Qianlong Divine Bow, and a sneer followed:
Chapter completed!