Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 1007: Growing up in disaster

In the realm of Jiutian Tianhe, above the starlight realm, someone stopped writing in his hand and looked at the earth. Naturally, he also felt the extraordinary military aura of the great master.

Ji Yuan did not make any calculations and predictions. He just relied on the feeling in his heart. He lifted up the wolf hair again and waved his pen towards the lower boundary, as if arousing the energy to turn into ink, and then wrote words on the Tianhe River again. Every time A piece of text fell, and all of it was integrated into the monument of heaven.

After writing a chapter, Ji Yuan paused for a moment, and then started writing again. Before each stroke, the tip of the pen would point downwards, drawing out a wisp of energy from the world and turning it into ink.

As the person who can see the current situation most clearly, when the world began to be in a state of turmoil, Ji Yuan did not wander around. His own Xuanhuang Qi was written in the heaven through the text of the edict, as if he wanted to squander all his Xuanhuang Qi, which would not only affect the heavens, but also the heaven and earth.

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As the so-called scholars, farmers, industry and commerce have always followed a similar order of civil status in the original human world since ancient times, scholars are considered to belong to or be close to the "scholar" level, and they have rarely been involved in the latter categories of things since ancient times.

But since the world of humanity began to contend with a hundred schools of thought, the civil and military realms gave birth to increasingly brighter culture and brilliance, among which a special kind of person appeared, that is, the Mohist family.

This world naturally has no connection with the ancient Mozi in his previous life. The term "Mozi" appears just like military strategists and novelists. It is a noun due to certain characteristics of the core of the theory, that is, skilled craftsmen are good at using and idiomatically. of ink fountain.

The ink fountain represents the wisdom of craftsmen and the inheritance of the art of human artifacts since ancient times. The Mohists have multiple methods to measure objects, but they respect human history and respect the strange and obscene skills of the world. They use ink to represent them, and at the same time they also show that they are also knowledgeable. Scholars are equally full of knowledge.

But Mohists are different from orthodox scholars. They not only study literature, but also put a lot of energy into some craftsmanship skills. They ignore the class contempt since ancient times. They also want to ask various practitioners for advice on magic and magical powers. As a Mohist, as long as it helps to improve one's own way, that includes but is not limited to the methods of institutions, whether it is literature or martial arts, immortal magic or weapon magic, all are involved.

In other words, they learn everything that is useful, but Mohists do not worry that they will be miscellaneous but not masterful, because everything they learn and use has a great prerequisite goal, which is to pave the way for their own way, and learn from many schools and methods. Choose a place to stay and make your own way.

The Mohists are constantly sorting out and summarizing their central ideas and constantly attracting like-minded people. They may also be able to figure out their own way and have figures who are like civil and military sages. The art of mechanism is just the most important thing among Mohists today. A kind of ability of representation.

It is precisely because of the art of mechanism that Mohism began to rise to prominence in Yunzhou, a place where civil and martial arts were nurtured. It also made Dazhen officials the third school of thought that they strongly supported after Confucianism and military strategists in the world. They are also becoming more and more prosperous, especially the Ministry of Industry and Si Tianjian are the most active.

The Dazhen Navy’s expedition to Qiliang, and the Dazhen warriors it brought were certainly prestigious, but the Dazhen Navy’s warships were equally famous. They were regarded as valuable weapons in the world, and were even recognized by the spiritual community as a kind of humane magic weapon. While inspiring all Mohist scholars and the Dazhen court, it also inspired the people and soldiers of Dazhen.

In Dazhen and the surrounding areas, there are two busiest things. The first is the recruitment and training of troops. The second is for the Mohists to continuously improve and build mechanical warships. The skilled craftsmen of Dazhen are also constantly recruited. The few Mohists and some Immortal Masters led them to get busy.

Originally, hundreds of schools of thought contended in the world, and hundreds of schools of thought gradually gave birth to a mind similar to spiritual practice. But now the world in all parts of the world has begun to become chaotic. It’s just that the grand occasion of hundreds of schools of thought contending seems to have been disturbed in this troubled world, but why? It is not a test for each family, forcing each family to make progress in the crisis, and the Mohist family and the military strategist are just a small microcosm.

It is a pity that this kind of microcosm may have an influence, but it has no power to turn things around for the time being. In the face of the calamities of heaven and earth, there are too few places that can maintain the peace of the homeland. They may die from demon disasters, or they may all become demons and disasters. All living beings The difficulty is as unfathomable as the sea of ​​suffering.

The various changes in the world are so drastic and short-lived that the balance between heaven and earth can no longer be maintained, and even the orthodox cultivators in the world have not expected it.

Be it immortals, demons, spirits, Buddhas or other cultivating people, many of them have just come out of seclusion and practice, and the world has already changed greatly under their influence.

At the Weimei Mountain in Fangtai, after the self-swallowing sky beast broke through and was taken back to the mountain gate by the Weimei Sect, the Weimei Sect's mountain gate has never been opened again. This is the first time in these years that a Weimei Sect monk has come out of the mountain. , because there have been various changes in Wei Mei Mountain.

Just like the position of many practicing sects, there is no room for two masters in one mountain. Because of the existence of the Weimei Sect, the majestic Weimei Mountain also has no mountain god, or it can be said that there is no one who can be recognized by the Weimei Sect. As the mountain god, Wei Mei Zong is naturally responsible for everything in the mountain.

Weimei Sect can ignore all other places, but Weimei Mountain cannot.

As soon as the gate of the mountain opened, many disciples of the Weimei Sect came out, either riding on the clouds or riding the wind, and patrolled the Weimei Mountain in several directions.

Jiang Xueling led Zhou Xian and several disciples to move close to the peaks of Yunshan Mountain on the clouds. They could see that the evil spirits in the mountain were much stronger than before, and they could even see that the paths of some evil spirits had already left the mountain. Going far away, the energy between heaven and earth seems to no longer have the cyclical energy of heaven and earth.

"Roar——"

On a mountain not far away, a monster with a green body and mane that looked like a monster but had a body like a giant mountain spirit suddenly appeared and faced the towering maiden who was walking on the clouds. Xiu roared, and a strong demonic aura mixed with body odor hit his face, making several female cultivators from the Weimei Sect frown slightly.

“I don’t know whether to live or die!”

Zhou Xian raised his hand and pointed forward, and suddenly there was a gust of cold wind flying towards the monster with no impression of it. The wind circled around the monster and then left, and the monster also It has turned into an ice sculpture.

Some of the roaring sounds in the mountain weakened a lot immediately afterwards, but the restless demonic energy and vitality still lingered in Weimei Mountain.

"Master, when did so many strange monsters come to the mountains?"

A female cultivator next to Zhou Xian asked Jiang Xueling. The latter held a whisk and turned her head to look to the southeast, where she could faintly see the distant Evil Sun Star.

"Maybe they are the creatures from this place. Let's go out and have a look."

Although the Weimei Sect this time just wants to clean up Weimei Mountain, Jiang Xueling's identity and moral conduct are at stake here. She can do whatever she wants as long as it is not a major event that profoundly affects the sect. Even if it is not allowed in principle, she can do whatever she wants. No one can do anything to her.

Fayun walked slowly. After leaving the mountain, it flew not high, only forty or fifty feet. The female cultivators of Yunshan looked in all directions. Most of the original villages near Weimei Mountain had been destroyed.

Those collapsed houses and the occasional piles of bones all illustrate what happened here, and perhaps a disaster occurred just overnight.

"What the demon did... was that we did not take a good look at Mount Weimei..."

Zhou Xian frowned and looked at some villages and other places he passed by, and he could not bear to speak. Other monks of the Weimei Sect also felt this way to some extent, although many immortal cultivators in the world of immortality thought that the female cultivators of the Weimei Sect They are cold and hard to mess with, but they still have compassion after all.

Weimei Mountain is not a small mountain. There is abundant spiritual energy in the mountain. In addition, because of the existence of Weimei Sect, many monsters and spirits are born in the mountain. Normally, they are hidden deep in the mountain, but now here Great changes have occurred, and a large number of ancient bloodlines have awakened. Many of them have drastically changed their temperaments, and some have shown their inherent nausea. A considerable number of demons have already emerged.

Jiang Xueling and others are following the traces of these monsters, and the ones who are most tempted by them are naturally the human race, which is the most powerful among all things.

There are many people who have been harmed by demons. This can be seen from the villages and towns seen along the way. Even if there are some lands and other gods, there are too many demons, and many gods can only avoid their sharp edges.

But it may not be long before the female cultivators of the Wei Mei Sect quickly searched for the evil spirits and found those monsters.

As the demons who have been entrenched in Mount Weimei for a long time, the ones with higher moral standards are naturally not stupid. Even if they have bad intentions in their hearts, they do not dare to get too close to Mount Weimei. They have already flown into the distance and are causing trouble everywhere nearby. They are some monsters and crazy people affected by the ancient energy.

When Jiang Xueling and others caught up with a monster beast, they were in front of a city gate. Hundreds of monster beasts were rushing towards that city gate, but the precarious city gate was not attacked by the monster beast. Although it was destroyed, the defenders in the city were still resisting.

A general held a broadsword with a ring-headed sword, surrounded by the **** aura of thousands of soldiers. He stood on the top of the city and slashed wildly, making it difficult for the monsters to get close.

But this is just a moment of courage. Although the general is considered a military practitioner, he does not have many good soldiers and generals in his hands. He can barely gather military skills, but the quality of the soldiers is uneven. Many soldiers are even afraid of monsters. Weeping fathers and mothers kept running away, and some brave men suffered heavy casualties.

The general knew very well that this city gate would soon be lost. If he wanted to escape, the converts would still have a slight chance of escaping, but all his soldiers would probably die here.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Come all to me. Fighting means death, fleeing means death. As soldiers, we would rather fight forward and die than flee and die. Let me come forward and kill them all - ”

The general roared angrily and kept running on the city wall at high speed. He would go wherever the most dangerous place was. He would cut it with his sword using the method of water and fire. If he couldn't break it, he would eat it. The feeling of pain had been reduced to the limit at this moment. , and he couldn't control some monsters that had already broken through the city gates.

"Kill!" "Kill!"

There are fewer and fewer soldiers who can respond to the general's call to kill, and their voices are also sparse.

The Lord of the Earth is huddled underground under the city wall. He can only keep casting spells to prevent the city wall from being broken down, but it is difficult to get more help. He is not a good person and appearing on the city wall will only put himself in danger.

A Dharma cloud floated in the distance, and the female cultivator of the Weimei Sect stood in the wind.

"Master!"

"Yeah."

Jiang Xueling responded, and the fly whisk he held fell down, and then he gently swung his right hand, and thousands of strands of spiritual light fell to the earth like an extension of thousands of dust threads.

"嗰——" "嗰——" "嗰——"

The whisk is originally a tool for brushing away dust. The monsters below, like the dirt and dust under Jiang Xueling's whisk, were swept away by its gentle sweep, and some were directly turned into fly ash. Some were swept into the air and had no breath when they fell.

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The general gasped and stood with a sword on the city wall. The blood on his body and the blade slowly dripped or slipped. He didn't know which ones were his own and which ones were the monster's. His eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at To the low-altitude immortal.

"A member of the Wei Mei Sect?"

Jiang Xueling had already put away the fly whisk at this moment, and although Zhou Xian was also surprised by the general's strength, he was even more dissatisfied with his attitude and opened his mouth to scold him.

"We just saved you and you are talking to us like this?"

"Hmph! Thank you to the immortals for rescuing me, and thank you to the immortals for raising a mountain of monsters!"

The general held a broadsword and clasped his fists in salute, but his words of thanks were very harsh. Ninety percent of his men had been killed in the battle, and more than half of them were left disabled. Knowing that an unknown number of people had died, it was hard to avoid the anger in his heart.

"You..."

"Okay!"

Jiang Xueling sighed, stopped the junior behind him, and nodded towards the general.

"You are also a cultivator. You should know that the Weimei Sect, as the orthodox sect of the Immortal Way, cannot possibly harm the common people. Because the calamity has come and variables have arisen, this is a calamity for all living beings and a calamity for the heaven and the earth. I hope humanity will Grow up in the midst of adversity."

After saying these words, Jiang Xueling turned around and left in the clouds with the juniors behind him. The city general looked at the corpses inside and outside the city gate, tightly holding the sword in his hand.

Some of the monks from the Weimei Sect who had already left looked back into the distance.

"Xian'er, you said that our sect will do our best to help Xiao San open up the world in his belly, and in the future, everyone will enter the world in his belly, travel outside the world with the power of the ancient Kun, avoid calamities, and ignore everything in the outside world, is that right? Right or wrong?"

"Master, it's hard for me to say this..."

Jiang Xueling looked at Zhou Xian and the other juniors, playing with her long hairband, showing her usual dazed look.

"It seems that you are wrong."

"Hey, Master, I didn't say anything!"