Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 355: Lo is not that kind of person

There is little rain in the north, but Dongcangcheng is different.

Next to the blue waves, a gust of wind blows from the sea, and I don't know how much moisture it carries. Whenever the winter passes, the endless ice fields in the barbarian world are no longer howling, and the barbaric wind from the north is blocked by the mountains and mountains of Dayeling, and it has no power.

At this time, the wind of the East China Sea found a way forward, crossed the hundreds of miles that were less than a jump, and embraced Dongcang City. Warm and gentle, like a mother's open arms to welcome the child returning from the battlefield.

It turned into a style, gently rubbing the tense nerves of Dongcang City; it turned into rain, gently washing away the condensed blood.

The light rain is as moist as crispy, and the color of grass can be seen from afar.

Some madmen drink in the rain, and some sing in the wind.

The bright oil-paper umbrellas are opened one after another, as if flowers are blooming, splendidly brightening the broad avenues and beautifying the quiet alleys.

At this moment, the city is full of flowers.

This is not Jiangnan, this is Dongcang.

Spring is here.

…

Mastiff Lingling held an umbrella and followed step by step with this famous ex-honored guest and the young man of the current owner, trying to cover all the falling threads of rain with the umbrella.

One year of bad luck, Mastiff Lingling naturally knows it. But I didn't expect it to be so serious. But in just one day, the little ancestor in front of him who could call the wind and call the rain in his eyes was suffering from five hardships and seven injuries, and he was choking even when he took a breath. It is natural and easy for the demonic energy to shelter from the rain, but what if the demonic energy collides?

Ignoring the cautiousness beside him, Chen Luo was in a good mood at this time, humming a little song. "Eighteen Touches" is something that one would never dare to sing. How could a handsome twenty-year-old boy speak in such a tone? Thinking about it, only the vicissitudes of the uncle Lang Feixian who sees "I have a story and wine" at a glance can make people taste a little refined in the vulgarity of the market. People say that the vulgar is the elegant, but it is so.

Walking on the streets of Dongcang, everyone who came and went also saw the Lord of the City. But no one came up to worship, most of them bowed silently, and then they did what they had to do.

Master Hou, the more times I've seen it, the less reverence I naturally feel. He usually hangs in the crowd drinking and listening to books, and when he is happy, it is not uncommon for him to give a reward to the storyteller. Some people even call him the shame of being a literati in front of him. He shrugs his shoulders and shows off all kinds of strange blades The appearance of owe makes one's teeth itch with hatred.

Chen Luo's trip is to meet Dao-Shan Shan. Since he has accepted the other party's suggestion and accepted the favor, he will always thank him in person. Although it is only a few hundred meters, it is enough sincerity to say that it is a risky meeting to myself.

In addition, he was about to leave the city, and Chen Luo also wanted to take a good walk around Dongcang.

…

"Master Chen Dao has decided?" Dao Jun Shangshan was a little surprised by Chen Luo's arrival, but he soon knew Chen Luo's intention, and hurriedly welcomed him into the house. Delicately served a cup of tea. Mastiff Lingling stood by Chen Luo's side, always vigilant for accidents.

"Before there were Lao Daojun and the seniors of the Dao Palace who pointed out a way for me." Chen Luo nodded and said, "It has been agreed with senior brothers and senior sisters that they are about to leave the city. I came here to meet Daojun, firstly to express my thanks, and secondly It's goodbye."

Shangshan Daojun nodded and said, "You're welcome." Then, he took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and placed it on the table beside Chen Luo.

"I originally planned to hand this thing over to the Daoist when he left. Since the Daoist also wants to leave, then let's do it now."

"What is this?" Chen Luo naturally took the vase and began to look at it, but he couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

Shangshan Daojun smiled and said: "This is a gift prepared by the Taoist Palace for the Taoist Master Chen to agree to integrate into the Daomen Avenue. However, when the senior of the Taoist Palace was debating before, the senior expected that the Taoist Lord would travel far away, so he passed down the decree, Let Pindao give this gift."

"As for what it is, Master Chen will know after opening it."

Chen Luo was slightly taken aback, took the bottle, took off the cork, and poured the bottle out, and three beans appeared.

Red beans, mung beans, soybeans.

"This is?"

"Sprinkle beans to make soldiers?" Mastiff Lingling said suddenly.

"Exactly." Shangshan Tool nodded his head: "This is the seed of immortal soldiers carefully cultivated by my Daomen, and it is the marshal of bean soldiers. Daoist masters can try to identify themselves with their spirits."

When Chen Luo heard the words, he immediately mobilized a ray of divine soul to land on the three beans. The beans seemed to have been refined by someone, and Chen Luo could only tap the stamp, and immediately left a brand on the three beans.

Immediately, the three beans flickered slightly, and turned into three gasses, one red, one green, and one yellow, and flew out in front of Chen Luo, turning into three figures.

As soon as the three figures appeared, they knelt down on one knee towards Chen Luo, and said in unison, "Hong Doudou (Mung Dou Dou, Soy Dou Dou) has seen the master!"

Chen Luo looked intently and saw that Hong Doudou was dressed in red armor and had a sturdy body; Mung Dou Dou, a green dress in green clothes, turned out to be in the form of a beautiful woman; Huang Dou Dou looked only eleven or twelve years old, with a dangling tip. Eyebrows, drooping words, how to look at how to be a hapless child.

"Master Hou, these three are all Daojun cultivation bases." Mastiff Lingling's pupils shrank, he sensed the energy in the other party's body, and his heart couldn't help but drum. This gate can mass-produce "nine thousand miles" of Taoist soldiers?

Shangshan Daojun looked as usual, pointed the three bean marshals and introduced: "Red Doudou, the Daojun talisman is engraved all over the body, and a talisman is an attack."

"Mung bean bean, the Qi of medicinal herbs is cultivated, and one breath is a poison."

"Soy Doudou, mastering the Four-Nine Formation, can trap, kill, and defend."

"Marshal Bean Soldier, each one is equivalent to a seventh-rank Daoist. The Taoist Palace has cultivated a total of nine, and these three were donated to Chen Daozhu."

Chen Luo hurriedly got up and thanked him, then looked at the three marshals Dou again: "There will be three of you in the future."

The three bean marshals returned the salute, and then turned into three beans again. Chen Luo then carefully put the three beans into the porcelain vase and placed them close to the body.

Thank you, I said goodbye, and I even accepted the farewell gift. Chen Luo didn't want to stay any longer, so he saluted again, and left the residence of Shangshan Daojun with Lingling Mastiff.

"Master Hou, why did you leave in such a hurry?" Mastiff Lingling followed Chen Luo out, wondering, shouldn't it be reasonable to say a few more words of greetings?

The dao incense hasn't been lit for a long time.

Chen Luo coughed twice and said softly: "I suddenly remembered that the Taoist Palace has prepared a gift for me, will the church not have it?"

"Hurry up and say goodbye to Mr. Tireless, there may be a windfall."

…

The above words are of course a joke, but if there is a gift in the church, Chen Luo will naturally be disrespectful, but unfortunately, there is no gift, but Mr. Tireless sent a message.

"Tenth on the blood list?" Chen Luo frowned slightly, "What is that?"

"It's the assassination list set by the barbarian Golden Horde, and each rank has a corresponding reward." Mr. Tireless, still looking haggard, explained earnestly, "The tenth reward is enough for a The royal tribe is heartbroken.”

Speaking of this, Mr. Tireless thought for a while, then decided to start from the beginning, and said slowly: "The ancestors of the barbarians have four levels: Heaven, Khan, King, and Hou."

"Among them, there are four of the Heavenly Divisions, and it has not been easy for eternity. They are the Barbarian God Palace and the Barbarian Heaven Palace, and the Sun and Moon Divisions, known as the lords of the barbarians. The Sun and Moon Divisions are both in charge of the Golden Horde City and control the city. The core of the barbarian city formation, no matter how the situation in the barbarian plains changes, is the supreme ruler of the barbarian race."

"However, many years ago, the barbarians had a battle between the sun and the moon, and the Moon Division was pushed out of the Golden Horde City. At present, it has received a false name from the Heaven Division, and perhaps even the stronger Khan Division is not comparable."

"Below the Heavenly Ministry are the Eight Great Khans, and this winter battle was triggered by the Khans."

"The royal tribe is a tribe with a population of no less than 10 million. Not to mention the royal tribe, in fact, some powerful royal tribes may only be inferior in strength to the Khan tribe. The huge number of royal tribes is the barbarian tribe. The real heritage."

"Houbu is a group with a population of more than 100,000, which is qualified to compete for the qualification of entering a barbarian city. Those tribes who are not in the mainstream are often directly attached to the Houbu."

Having said this, Mr. Tireless paused: "So, tenth on the blood list is very dangerous."

Chen Luo didn't have any taboos, and asked directly: "Why are you only in the top ten?"

Am I standing tall enough?

Mr. Tireless choked. After many years, he heard that some people disliked his low ranking in the blood list, so he had to continue to explain: "The Golden Horde is ranked according to the potential harm to the barbarian city. It can be ranked in the top ten. The people who are basically are great Confucians, and they are great Confucians who have great hope of becoming holy.”

"For example, your big brother, Lang Feixian, is ranked fifth on the blood list."

"You are only 6,000 miles. Since the establishment of the blood list, only two people have been able to enter the blood list with 6,000 miles!"

"Li Qinglian, Su Poxian!"

Only then did Chen Luo dissipate his doubts and asked, "Who is the number one on the current blood list?"

"Han Bingxiang!"

"What about the second?"

"King Xinbei!"

"What about the third?"

Mr. Tireless looked at Chen Luo: "The blood list is not a deep secret~IndoMTL.com~ Master Chen can ask Zhen Xuansi for a copy."

Chen Luo smiled awkwardly and cupped his hands: "I was curious for a while, but I couldn't hold it back, I took the liberty."

"It doesn't matter."

"But there is something I don't understand, please ask Mr. Tireless to explain." Chen Luo seemed to have thought of something, and asked again.

Mr. Tireless nodded: "Please speak."

"The barbarians are very different from me, and the human race is strictly guarding against the barbarians. What's the point of this blood list they made? They can't assassinate!"

"Chen Daozhu must not have such an idea." Mr. Tireless shook his head slightly, "There are always some people from the human race, either taking advantage of the barbarians, or angry that the human race is unfair to them, and some reading books read out the wrong reasoning, I feel more and more that the sky is blind and savage, and I am willing to be a monster with a savage heart. These are the forces that the savage can use."

"And then there are the barbarian girls among the barbarians. Those with pure blood can practice the technique of 'closing their eyes'. Closing the barbarian eyes behind their backs or their heads makes their facial features easier. In addition to being infertile with the human race, they are also able to mix their eyes. , lurking in the human race."

"Anyway, when you meet a beautiful woman, be careful." Finally, Mr. Tireless said solemnly.

Chen Luo straightened his body and returned the salute: "Luo remembers the teaching of Mr. Luo. Don't worry, Mr. Luo, Luo is not that kind of person!"

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