Ask the Mirror Chapter 51: What you gain and lose are what you want and what you want (End)

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The Huifeng Taoist held his Taoist crown and squeezed out from the bustling crowd. Even in Wugoucheng, Huandan's upper-level cultivation can still get some privileges, and he doesn't care about others. Yes, no one gave him any trouble, but it was not so smooth for others:

"You are just raising the price! The Fuqiao card fee from Tianma City to Wugoucheng has always been fifty, no matter which merchant you are. Why do you dare to raise the price at Suixin Pavilion? Even if it rises by five Times? I really thought everyone was 250!”

"Hey, can you go back to Tianma City and try the other merchants' Fuqiao?"

"This is unreasonable, I will go to the city guard sword hall to sue you!"

"Bah, if you have the guts, just stay in Tianma City. Why are you going to Wugou City? Sue me? Now the big men in the city guard sword hall wish they could plow through the main city ten times with their swords and sweep them away. He's all clean, so tell me who was killed by them."

"Hey, Liu, don't be so angry. I say this guest, you are better off coming from the inland. Ask those who come from the northern sea to know how violent the catastrophe is in the outside world. Not to mention accepting them two hundred and fifty, even two thousand and five, there are still a lot of people trying to get in. To put it bluntly, the city guard sword hall is eager for us to accept two thousand and five, so they can worry less!" /

"Nonsense..."

"This is really not nonsense. Just look at the ten days or so. There are three to five thousand people coming down from our Fuqiao every day. To be honest, no matter how big the main city is, it will almost be overcrowded. There is no other way. Who told Wu Goucheng that under the rule of Lun Jianxuan, the main city defense formation could prevent the Yi Tianjia? Nowadays, there are such defense formations in the entire southern country, plus those large mountain gates, you can count them on one hand. But come... So what if you come? Now in this city, prices are skyrocketing. It’s not just five times, it’s ten times or twenty times.”

"...How could this be?"

"Hey, let me tell you, my guest, you are only in the realm of the gods. As long as you are not unlucky, struck by lightning, and trying to make a living in the inland, there is nothing wrong with you. It's just that you rarely see the sun for a few years. Well, Now some people have begun to leave, and I am not afraid to say some things to you. The more chaotic the world is, the more opportunities they will see..."

The Huifeng Taoist heard all this, smiled slightly, sighed, and continued to the city.

After walking a few steps, he discovered that the monk from Sui Xin Pavilion who was watching the Fu Bridge was absolutely right. He had also been to Wugoucheng, but he had never been like this, with people bumping into each other and being crowded together. People, even during the "Wu Gou Sword Meeting" held every sixty years, it was not as bustling and chaotic as it is now.

Fortunately, someone has helped him arrange a place to live in the main city in advance, so he doesn't have to worry about sleeping on the streets, and he is not planning to go into the city now.

We bypassed the most prosperous areas of the city and passed through the city. We soon arrived at the "Haitiantai" at the eastern end of Wugou City, which is backed by mountains and the sea.

It is late autumn, it is dusk, and the sky is getting dark. Off the coast of Wugou, after the big tide before the month, the sea is calm and the waves are vast. The thin waves push layer by layer under the high cliffs, and snow foam is flying. , rustling sound.

Going up from the bottom of the cliff, dozens of paths are cut through the slightly sloping cliff body, dotted with pavilions and pavilions, varying in size and staggered at different heights. People can sit on them and listen to the waves while listening to the waves. Playing with the clouds and watching the tide, you have a broad mind, unlimited sea and sky, magnificent and picturesque.

Actually, I have seen this scene many times, and it is quite ordinary. But in these days, I have seen the apocalyptic scene of hundreds of millions of miles of fire and clouds rising from the sky and the earth, and the sky thundering wildly. Such a scene, I can't help but feel emotional, and even more See how cherished it is.

While walking up the path, a white crane suddenly appeared across the sea, flew up in front of a high cliff, dropped a jade slip, and then flew away again.

In the pavilion by the sea, someone with quick hands and eyes had already grabbed it. After a quick glance, he laughed and danced: "South, south!"

"Where?"

"To the south, Mrs. Huanrong went south with the calamity!"

"Ha, at least let her thief mother-in-law be struck into ashes by lightning... It has been more than a month, so the time is almost up."

"God bless, Wugoucheng can be saved."

"Bah, bless you, it's not God's fault. How did this world end up like this?"

Some people here laughed, some cursed, and some shouted to drink. The high cliff, which had seemed relatively quiet before, suddenly became noisy. The Taoist priest was stunned when he saw the return wind. Finally, he knew that everyone was squeezing their heads, and everyone was going to drink. People in Wugou City, who had been rushed in, were not so stable.

"Brother, here!"

At a pavilion near the top of the cliff, Zhang Miaolin poked his head out. The Taoist priest nodded and signaled, turned around the path and touched the bushes, heading that way.

As he moved to change the scenery, his field of vision suddenly broadened. Facing the clear waves of the sea and sky, he couldn't help but let out a long breath. The pressure accumulated in his heart these days was cleared away.

At this moment, he saw several figures in a nearby pavilion.

On the Haitian Terrace, that group of people must be very eye-catching. Among them was a Taoist priest, sitting with his back to him, holding a seven or eight-year-old girl in his hand. Across from him, there was a beauty in a purple skirt and light clothes, with a dazzling appearance and a hand holding a Jug, pour wine for everyone.

The person facing the returning Taoist priest is obviously a sword cultivator, and he is still in the realm of a real person. Otherwise, he would not be careful to control the strange phenomena outside him to avoid causing undue reactions to the world.

During this period of time, Huifeng Taoist priests also saw many such scenes.

However, he vaguely felt that the sword cultivator was so careful, more like he was careful in dealing with current interpersonal matters. When facing the Taoist priest, this person's body was a little too stiff.

At this time, Jian Xiu was speaking, and it should have been done deliberately without any leakage.

Perhaps because they have seen too much, several people in the pavilion were all attracted to the Taoist Hui Feng and looked at him one after another.

Hui Feng lowered his head, and was about to apologize and escape, when his neck suddenly became stiff, but he saw the face of the Taoist priest who had always turned his back to him.

Ghost...Ghost is disgusted!

This demon who has been wanted by Lunjianxuan for a year actually showed up in Wugoucheng with such a high profile?

His heart was filled with turmoil, and he was inevitably afraid. He almost wanted to jump off the cliff and escape for his life. But at this moment, Jian Guiyan smiled at him. There didn't seem to be any evil in the smile, but he was calm and leisurely, and then Turn back and continue listening to the sword cultivator.

"I met an acquaintance... Sir, please continue."

Mr. Wu Gu smiled bitterly. During these days in the Nine Palace Demon Realm, he was confused most of the time. In the end, he was rescued by Gui Yan in a daze. But he was not stupid. He naturally knew what to say. What to do.

"The natural disaster is imminent, and it is no longer good to stay in this world. I am going to go to the outer world to sharpen my sword power and see if I can fight my way out among the demons."

The implication is, "I won't reveal your secret, and Sihaishe will also temporarily avoid it, so please don't worry."

Although, he didn't know where to start with this so-called "secret".

In this regard, Gui Yan smiled and didn't take it seriously, but suddenly someone said: "Shall I go with my husband?"

"Huh?"

It was Jian Ziyu who spoke.

No one knows what a female cultivator means. If nothing else, is the Outland at this time an easy place to go?

With her Bu Xu cultivation, it was no problem to go to the outer realm in the past, but now that the world is in chaos, people who are destined to live forever may have to go to the outer realm to avoid disasters one after another. With Jian Ziyu's current identity and various problems involved, When she arrived in the outer lands, she didn't know how many dangers were waiting for her.

Gui Yanqi said: "Niece Ziyu, you must know that you can no longer use Zimo Hongchen Lamp..."

Mrs. Huanrong's clone has been destroyed. Jian Ziyu has lost the ability to control it freely, and her combat power will definitely decrease.

Jian Ziyu smiled: "It's this lamp that delayed my practice for many years..."

As she spoke, she actually took out the radiant treasure lantern and gave it to Gui Yan: "If Master can survive this calamity and live forever, please ask Senior to hand over this lantern. Right. From now on, one pill of Ziyu will be enough for you.”

Is that enough? Even Mr. Wu Guo, an immortal sword cultivator, would not dare to say that!

After being tired of ghosts, Yu Ci found that he could no longer understand this woman's thoughts.

Ever since she returned to the Nine Palaces Demon Realm, she has clearly wanted something, but the gains and losses have not lingered in her mind. Now that Yu Ci has subdued Mrs. Huanrong, in a sense, it is like putting a roof over her head. A knife, and I don’t know when the sharp blade will fall.

Doesn’t she hold a grudge? Not afraid?

Jian Ziyu didn’t care what he thought, and smiled: “Senior, do you know who I trust the most in my life?”

It’s natural for ghosts to be disgusted and don’t know.

"Back then, there was a female cultivator. Although she came from a high family, she always walked alone, going to heaven and sea, overturning the three worlds. She roamed the world with only the sword in her hand. The world feared her and called her 'killing gods and slaying demons'. She is said to be "unparalleled in slaying demons", saying that her swordsmanship is superb, and her killing intent is soaring. But I admire her for coming up with her nature and then leaving with all her nature. Even a high-ranking person cannot stop her natural ambition. It's natural to be willful. I just hate that I can't help myself, but now, the opportunity has arrived!"

Yu Ci looked strange. On the one hand, he was worried about Jian Ziyu. On the other hand, that person's deeds sounded... very familiar.

Xiao Wu groaned and was about to speak, but Yu Ci stopped him and coughed slightly:

"Then in the Nine Palaces Demon Realm, why do you have to..."

Jian Ziyu looked at him with a smile. When Gui Yan's eyebrows were furrowed, she held the wine pot again and seemed to be pouring it for him. However, while smiling, she suddenly poured the jade liquid and fine wine from her head and face. Half entering Tan's mouth, half washing her charming face, when everyone was stunned, she pointed at Guiyan:

"Since you understand, you are not allowed to default on your debt! You must remember this favor!"

She turned to Mr. Wu Guo: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

After being caught by Jian Ziyu's wonderful eyes, for some reason, Mr. Wu Gu also stood up. At this time, he felt a little embarrassed, but he saw her smiling brightly, throwing the pot into the sea, and singing with emotion:

"The sky is thousands of miles away and the autumn is clear. The water goes with the sky and the autumn is boundless. The eyes are far away, offering sorrow and hatred, and the jade hairpin is in a bun. The setting sun is above the building, and in the sound of broken bells, a wanderer in the south of the Yangtze River. I looked at Wu Gou and took pictures of the railings. No one knows what to do."

The singing is so clear, why is there any sorrow? On the contrary, there is a sense of pride and unyielding, crossing the sea and penetrating the sun and the clouds.

One after another, two sword lights suddenly rose, piercing the sky and disappearing in the sea of ​​blood at sunset.