Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 28: If you are worth it, I will go against the world for you

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The mountain dance is galloping, the world is wild, and the snow is covered in the deep winter.

In the township of King Qi's capital, many people were talking about the boy who stepped on the snow to the sky, killed many monks and rescued them that day.

However, no one can guess.

The owner of Wanjian Dojo was seriously injured, but after all, he was bandaged and came out injured, and continued to recruit students. He seemed to know who the young man was, but he didn't say it.

In the palace, Commander Jin Batian also seemed to know who it was, and he didn't say anything.

Good words are there.

There are also some bad things.

Amidst the noise of the crowd, someone suddenly said in an impatient tone, "What are you discussing? In my opinion, he is also a member of the sect. He is aloof, and he is different from us mortals. He is very precious."

Someone said, "He saved you."

"Do I want him to save me? Do I want it? If he has the ability, he will take my life back. Bah! It's just for fame."

"Where's the name?"

"Hey, we were discussing, and he suddenly revealed his identity. Isn't that famous?

Anyway, he has nothing to do with us. I saw from a distance that the young man was wearing a fancy dress, and that clothes would probably cost a lot of money.

Where did the money come from? Anyway, he didn't earn it himself, so what's the difference between this and those rich and powerful? It's ridiculous, there are many people who are grateful to him, it's really drunk and I wake up alone. "

"That is, if he is really good to us, he should publish all of his skills, and then teach us, so that everyone is like him, then I will admit that he is really good , otherwise I wouldn't think he was any different from those masters. Why would he be, and we wouldn't? Is there any difference between people and why?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's right, who wants him to save, but I hope more people die, that young man is the most damnable, huh, he is helping the sect clean up, he thought he saved us, we Will you be grateful to him and the sect? Hehe, don't be deceived by his hypocrisy. I have seen many such people."

"That is, the foolish people will be grateful to him, will be deceived by his hypocrisy, think he is a good person, think he is kind. Don't say anything... The widow of the Wang family has just died of her husband, and her family is rich, I have to defraud her, maybe I can defraud a lot of money, if she doesn't want to give it, her little son will not want to live through the winter, whoever makes a big deal is casual, hahaha."

"I have to go to work too. The old man who helped my family work for a long time yesterday actually said that the harvest was not good and he paid a few bucks of rice less. I have to teach him a hard lesson and let him know what it means to be high or low. Just because he is worthy of negotiating conditions with me? He eats a little less and saves a little, can't he just pay all the rice? Just know that he is good to himself, people now, hey..."

In the crowd, a dark shadow stood still behind the wall, blending in with the surrounding environment, apparently a killer accustomed to haunting in the shadows.

The killer had high cheekbones, lancet-like eyes, cold and evil, he listened silently, remembered silently, then left, and went to the next place.

The next day...

A murder case broke out in the state of Qi.

Dozens of people were found dead in their homes, oddly, they all died in the same way.

They were all cut 25 times, no more, no less, and died in a hurry.

First cut the eyebrows, then the shoulders, then the breasts, then the elbows, between the elbows and the shoulders, and the flesh of the two legs to be thinned. Two legs, and finally the head.

When the city was panicking, in the shadow of a certain mansion, the shadow stood quietly.

He turned his back to the sky, let out a perverted and twisted laugh, and muttered to himself: "I have never owed anyone in my life. Since you saved my life, today I will help you get rid of those who slander you with evil words and slander you. As a debt repayment, this kindness has been repaid.

You are a man in the sky, I am a ghost in the world, but after all, I can't escape the word love,

You don't want to vote for me with peach, I have the intention to return it with Lee, hahaha, happy, happy. "

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed footsteps coming from all around him.

He just wanted to move, but the gate of the mansion had already been blown open.

The person at the head has a dignified appearance and a calm posture. It is the Nancheng Wei, the capital of the state of Qi. He looked at the shadow and suddenly said sharply: "Ghost hand! You did the murder last night, your hands and feet are not clean. , something was left at the scene, and now the evidence is conclusive, it will be captured if you don’t have it!!”

"Hey~~~ Mr. Zhao is so powerful."

"Ghost hand, I know why you murdered, but you are wrong. I have the law of Daqi, and you have been arrested."

Ghost Hand snorted coldly, his movement was extremely fast, and in an instant he turned into a spiral shadow, ready to soar into the sky.

His skills are really good in the mortal world.

However, he was not able to step on the wall and leave, just because the surrounding of his mansion was already full of arresters, and these arresters came prepared, each holding a burst crossbow, aiming at him, making him unable to go to heaven. There is no door under the door.

He was forced to fall back again, and said angrily: "Even if my ghost hand is killed, I will never be arrested. Master Zhao, you have captured me for the rest of my life, but I will obey you because you are upright, upright and selfless. If you have the ability, come alone and give me a ride."

That Chengwei stared at him for a long time, then said solemnly: "It's a pity."

After saying that, he pulled out the standard long sword and stepped forward.

Ghost Hand laughed, pulled out his machete, and went up to meet him.

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The battle between the sects, and the mortals, are always separated by water mist, and it is difficult to see the real.

Even as the ruler of Qi, Qi Xiu could only get a little bit of information through spies.

There seems to be an incomparably tragic battle in the East, the process is unknown, but the victory and defeat are already clear.

A few years ago, when Qi Xiu saw that Wanjian Dojo had sent more disciples to settle in, she already understood that this fierce battle on the world was already settled.

Obviously, Wan Jianzong won.

Not only that, Wan Jianzong has changed its attitude towards mortals, no longer aggressive, no longer killing Yuxin.

Such an attitude is destined to become a weather vane, destined to improve the relationship between the sect and the dynasty. After all, Wanjian Sect is the big sect that dominates the north of Bantian Mountain in Yunzhou in the future.

Qi Xiu didn't understand why.

I don't understand who did what.

However, this is good news for the Mortal Dynasty.

A few years ago, his seventeenth son came back from Wanjian Sect. He asked about the situation. The seventeenth prince said that the Sect Master of Wanjian Sect had repented before his death, so he changed his attitude towards the mortal world.

As for why it changed, it's probably because people are dying and doing good deeds.

Afterwards, Qi Xiu made a bloodless pass.

In the battle for succession, none of the princes and princesses died, and the prince Qi Heng ascended the throne safely. He was diligent in his administration and reduced taxes, and he managed the country and society.

However, even though the mortal dynasty seems to have regained its peace, various killings are still being carried out between the sects.

There seems to be a melee between the two factions of something,

There seems to be an internal reorganization of the Eastern Sect,

Scattered and chaotic, like a meat grinder,

If it wasn't for the cultivators' consensus, this Yunzhou would have been shattered again.

Major mortal dynasties retreated and imposed curfews,

And a certain degree of lockdown,

At the same time, countries have tacitly arranged road bans on the major roads leading to the sect, and sent people to patrol. In short, people are prohibited from entering the area where the sect is fighting.

And so, another twelve months passed.

Next winter.

The seventeenth son of Qi is already sixteen.

Mengmeng is also ten years old.

Xiao Su's head hurts more and more, and there are often fragmentary images flashing across. Xia Ji watched it carefully and chatted with her a few times, but there was not much progress.

I can only vaguely know that the reason why Xiao Su lost his memory seems to be a big battle.

Xia Ji didn't know what kind of war caused this situation, could it be that Xiao Su was against the ancestor?

The ancestor should not be on this continent, so how many continents are there in this new world today?

Xia Ji won't act rashly, and he doesn't dare to force Xiao Su to recall. He just carefully and slowly heals her, and at the same time leads her to recall more things.

But, it's still just a fragmented picture.

Although it is fragmented, the tragicness of it can still be seen as the tip of the iceberg.

Xia Ji accompanied Xiao Su. Whenever she had a headache, she would say something else to make her happy and change the subject.

Therefore, in addition to his unchanging heart to become stronger, his unchanging ambition, and his unforgettable waiting for Miaomiao, he has another goal.

He wants to help Xiao Su find memories.

Then, even if I stabbed this day, it should be repayment of kindness and revenge.

This is his relative, and his inverse scale, untouchable.

And in such a time, he finally found time to go to Wanjian Dojo.

Seeing him coming, Gong Yang Chang of Wanjian Dojo ran out in a hurry, with a look of respect that others did not understand.

Yes...

Obviously he's just a prince, why do the elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect have to settle in and respect him?

The disciples of the dojo realized just by thinking about it. This is the face of the great commander Jin Batian.

Xia Ji didn't explain.

The ram length doesn't explain either.

The Chief Gongyang arranged time for Xia Ji to give lectures and teaching, and Xia Ji also did his part, so he became a little gentleman in this dojo.

At first, the disciples of the dojo were quite dissatisfied with this young gentleman.

But Xia Ji didn't do anything, he just taught, and slowly no one spoke.

Without him, it's almost perfect.

However, there is a characteristic of Mr. Xiao's class. He does not teach exercises first, but teaches people to "self-examination", "careful independence", and "nourishing qi".

Three times a day, before going to bed and after waking up, you need to reflect on your uneasy conscience, so that your heart is peaceful.

To live alone, one must not violate the law of a gentleman, or one must punish himself.

Nurture the righteousness, the heart of blood, and the spirit of benevolence and righteousness.

These thoughts are all good thoughts.

And if it is not good, the practice will not be able to advance an inch.

Why?

Because Xia Ji recompiled a book of Dharma Doors, this book of profound arts has supernatural powers, but it can be changed in a thousand ways. Maybe the basics are the same, but after reaching the eighth floor, 10,000 people will see 10,000 answers.

And the foundation of this mysterious art is kindness.

If you don't have this, the practice will be self-destructed.

There is no need to say how powerful the profound arts compiled by Xia Ji are.

And if you want to become stronger, you need to follow this heart, self-examination, prudence, qi, and good conscience.

Everyone who practices this practice is destined to become a good seed, and if it is spread, a better new world will eventually emerge.

This law is called "Tianxian".

The first to eighth layers of this mysterious art are all methods of nourishing qi and self-cultivation.

The ninth level of the dharma forms is based on the mind. The stronger the mind, the stronger the dharma.

The ten-layer Dharma body means that no matter what kind of Dharma body it is, it can accumulate energy to strengthen itself.

The eleventh-level supernatural power is a kind of speech spirit to a certain extent. It uses selfishness to mobilize the heart of the sky, and it has great power.

Under the careful compilation of Xia Ji, this mysterious art has been very strong from the first level.

If you go to practice other exercises, it's fine, but you are destined to be crushed by this mysterious technique, from the first realm to the final realm, and the further you go, the bigger the gap.

Nowadays, in this winter, many people are sitting in Wanjian Dojo, listening to the lectures of the seventeen princes.

Even people at the peak of the thirteenth realm, such as Gong Yang Chang, listened curiously, and after practicing for a while, they began to listen to the class every day.

Gradually...

In just one year, Wanjian Dojo has attracted a lot of people.

The chaos in the sect has been settled, and the killing of the Jie Jie Yao is aimed at the extraordinary, and has little to do with ordinary people, unless they happen to be involved in it.

In such an environment, to a certain extent, ordinary people have the subjective conditions for the extraordinary desire, and the objective conditions for the relative safety of life.

Unconsciously, another year has passed.

The seventeenth son of Qi is already seventeen.

Mengmeng is also eleven years old.

At this point...

On the stage outside the Wanjian Dojo, the capital of Qi, the teenager sat cross-legged, Mengmeng stood behind him with an umbrella in both hands, and there were tens of thousands of people listening to his lectures in all directions.

Falling snow,

A layer of pure white was spread on the face of the **** umbrella,

The wind blows and falls, and the snow falls again.

The seventeen princes uttered their words in a eloquent manner, and the people around them were silent and listened respectfully.

He taught that "only good, only self-improvement, can become strong."

Without him.

This "Tianxian" is the supreme method he extracted from the 4.44 million Dharma signs, the supernatural power of yin and yang, and the sword.

Who is capable of suppressing this method?

In the future, it is impossible to burn this method. Unless there is no one in the sect to practice, as long as the book is destroyed due to selfishness, the defense of the heart will be broken, and the demons will grow. The supreme cultivation method will become a poison to torture people, ranging from poor state at best, or insanity to the devil at worst, and complete loss of skills.

Xia Ji vaguely remembered that he had preached in the capital of the Shang Dynasty for 1,500 years, but that was to hide the heart of a flies and a dog. When something is gained, he is branded with his own spiritual imprint and obeys himself to some extent.

It seems ridiculous now.

Although the Sanshi Zen method has the name of past, present, and future, it stops at the ninth realm, and even Miaomiao cannot write a follow-up.

Now, he has already transcended the limitations of that Zen method, and he can see clearly that this Zen method is not really Zen, or that it has been distorted to some extent.

One of the ways of Zen, how can it be passed down to people?

Words cannot be conveyed, words cannot be conveyed, so where is the mysterious art?

Bringing a spiritual imprint to others seems to strengthen oneself, but in fact it is small and lost, and the Tao is stained and no longer flawless.

At this time, he preached, and it seemed that he did not gain a little, but in fact he gained a lot.

Because he perfected himself when he perfected others.

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It has been two years since the battle between the Demon Lord and the Emperor of the West.

In the past two years, many things have happened in the sect.

In fact, not long after the Western invasion, Dongfang also discovered the caskets leading to the Fourteen Realms.

This book is very interesting, only one name can be written on a page.

And if your destiny is not strong enough, you will not be able to write.

Unfortunately, karma can improve the destiny, so to a certain extent, the peak of the thirteenth realm is a prerequisite for "being able to write the name on the thin wall".

But what if someone, who didn't even reach the first realm, is so heavy that fate is so heavy that it doesn't require karma to belong to Lubo?

That's not clear, after all, the time is short, and the sect has not encountered this situation.

Lubo's birthplace is near the "Black Tide".

This Kuroshio may condense into a pool, and it may condense into a lake.

The larger the scale, the easier it is to generate a **** book.

And the number of pages in each urinal is extremely limited. If someone is not enough to write on it, that page will be scrapped, which increases the scarcity of urinals and makes the monks have to Venture into the "Black Tide" area to explore.

What is strange is that once anyone who has entered the fourteenth realm enters the Kuroshio area, the Kuroshio will abandon everyone and only stare at the fourteenth realm to chase and kill.

So, what exactly is this black tide?

Whose bones are those bones inside?

And why?

No one knows.

But...

The sect is finally stable.

Because of the existence of Demon Venerable, Wanjianzong became the first sect north of the 100,000-mile Bantian Mountain, but the war is far from over, the emperor, the queen and the second are not dead, but returned to the west to cultivate and recuperate I have gone, but I am afraid of Demon Venerable, probably because "if there is no great opportunity, if Demon Venerable is still in the east, then I will not dare to invade for half a step".

Nowadays, the Western sect has no chance, and it's time for their own development.

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At this point...

Wan Jianzong.

The new Sect Master is Yu Long's disciple, Chun Shan Jun.

This person may not be the strongest, but he is experienced and calm. He has also emerged in the East-West War, made contributions, and also provided first-hand information on the Kuroshio incident.

As for Xu Lingling, Du Bai is a figure at the level of the ancestors of the sect.

And the new sovereign apparently encountered a headache.

He sat high on the first seat of the hall, grabbed a booklet in his hand and swept it over and over, occasionally sighing with emotion.

"The evildoer, it's really an amazing evildoer! Such a mysterious skill..."

Chunshan Jun suddenly raised his head and asked, "Jian Liu, what is the result of your inquiry?"

Jianjun is the new system of Wanjianzong. The number is from one to forty-nine, and it is only responsible for the suzerain, and now this number has just reached eight.

Jian Liu is a female cultivator with the appearance of a girl and a cold face. At this time, she stood in front of the hall and reported: "Reporting to the Sect Master, this "Tian Xian" is said to have been obtained by the little gentleman in a dream, so Spread it all over the world."

"Little Mister?"

"It is Qi Yu, the seventeenth prince of Qi."

"What I got from a dream... what a good dream, I have been on Yunzhou for more than 500 years, how can someone else dream of such a good thing?"

"My subordinates don't know." Jian Liu's pretty face revealed memories, she just thought about it for a moment, and the appearance of the gentle and jade-like prince appeared in front of her eyes. Maybe someone like him is really different.

Chunshan-kun has a headache.

The reason is simple.

Zongmen burned the "Ten Thousand Scrolls Law" in order to cut off the road to immortality.

Now this little gentleman preaches the "Tianxian", which is another way for mortals to reach the sky.

He's fighting against all the sects.

But this little gentleman is a very special existence to Wan Jianzong, and he has a life-saving grace for himself.

How to deal with this?

What should I do?

Chunshan-kun would rather form a group to go to the Kuroshio area now than face this matter, it's too tricky.

Thinking about it, he decided to take the seemingly incompetent, but almighty method of golden fingers - to report it.

So, he grabbed the "Tianxian" and went to see the Demon Lord, and then told the matter exactly.

Xu Lingling grabbed the "Tianxian" and flipped through it a few times. She made up her mind. If this mysterious art is only a mediocre thing, then there is no need to say more, just let people burn all the exercises. No need to worry.

But she just glanced at it and couldn't look away.

Although Xu Lingling has entered the Fourteenth Realm for the first time, her vision and experience are far beyond others. What she sees is naturally different from others. Even so, she cannot see through the mystery of this book.

She looked at this book as if she was standing on the top of a mountain and looked up at the starry sky.

Long time...

Long time...

She is watching, while Chunshan-kun is waiting.

From this look, it was three days and three nights. However, Xu Lingling finally found out that she was not able to limit herself to the depths of mysteries. Obviously, she couldn't practice this profound art, because the core of this profound art was—goodness .

She is not good, so she cannot practice.

It even made her feel a sense of regret.

Why can't I cultivate?

When this thought occurred, Xu Lingling was shocked again.

When this thought occurs, it is not right. This is the beginning of a flaw in my heart.

But because of this, the level of this mysterious art is really extremely high~IndoMTL.com~ At least Xu Lingling has not seen anything similar to it.

So, Xu Lingling closed the book.

Mr. Chunshan asked softly, "Lord Mozun, how is this method?"

Xu Lingling sighed: "This method is unsurpassed, it is the number one skill in the world."

Chunshan-jun smiled wryly: "Then what should I do?"

Xu Lingling held her cheeks and thought for a while, "Is he the one who read the Ksitigarbha scriptures for Yu Long, and the one who rescued you for the first time at Dai's house in Shui'an City?"

"Yes."

"Well, so... I'm going to meet him and make plans later."

"Then I will arrange the itinerary for Lord Mozun."

"No, I can go alone."

Xu Lingling touched her lips with her index finger and looked at the sky in the distance. She seemed to remember a long, long time ago, when she was a child...

It was raining heavily that day, and the man dragged her out of the coffin, and then changed the fate of her life.

Xu Lingling pursed her lips, revealing serrated fangs and a forked tongue, and murmured, "Teacher, you may have a successor."

After saying this, she put a happy smile on her face.

She stepped up and moved her left hand. This hand was injured in the duel with the Emperor of the West two years ago. It has not recovered yet, but the Emperor's injury was ten times heavier. .

She walked past Chunshan-kun, but she didn't release her breath deliberately, and Chunshan-kun, who had already entered the fourteenth realm, didn't dare to move...

Only allow her to walk by before she dares to turn around and leave with her.

Then, he saw Demon Venerable looking up to the sky and laughing loudly. Then, as soon as his huge body stepped on the void, he flew away.

Xu Lingling held her hands into small flowers and flew in mid-air, the scenery under her feet receded rapidly.

She murmured, "Don't let me down... little sir."

If you are really worth it, what if I rebelled against all the sects in the world for you?