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The story of "The Sovereign Tribulation" has been widely circulated in several countries in the southern part of Central Continent. Feng Qingxiu has walked around the city a few times and heard many storytellers have said this story. Although everyone said that the version is slightly different, But it is roughly the story of a sect that received a white-eyed wolf, and after the white-eyed wolf grew stronger, he bit the master but was killed by the master.
In this story, the Kun-Lai sect and the originally huge "Yin State" became the background and cannon fodder in the story. The former turned into a sea of flames, and the latter was torn apart after the death of the monarch, but the people here I am very grateful for the improvements made by the Yin country, especially the improvement of plowing and rice seeding, which made this rich and powerful country without animal taxation a beautiful legend, and even many civilians who listened to the book would still sigh with emotion. , Said that the Lord of the country should not be soft-hearted. If he cuts the grass without leaving the roots, he will surely be able to live forever and be countless, and they can also live better in such a country.
Of course, there are some people who oppose that the former Li Guozhu clearly self-destroyed the Great Wall. If he was not too suspicious, how could he attack the sect. Without the protection of the sect, which country can not be defeated by a country that supports the sect?
The two parties will quarrel and wait for the storyteller to tell the next story.
Feng Qingxiu sat in the teahouse and listened to many stories. There are many schools of Zhongzhou, and he is no stranger to the cultivation of immortals. Even so, cultivation is usually not related to common people—the most basic thing of cultivation is to practice refined qi. , Enter the Qi training period, and then you can talk about the matter of building funds and elixir to transform the gods, and the most basic thing to practice is to come from food. If you don’t have enough to eat, you want to practice refined Qi, less than half a year, Then the blood will be lost, the milder will suffer a serious illness, and the severer will die directly.
And what these storytellers like to say most is that a mortal accidentally entered the tomb of an ancient monk, accidentally saved a wounded monk, accidentally encountered a genius treasure, and was accidentally discovered. Inadvertently rescued a female sister from falling in love, and then embarked on a fairy road, various adventures along the way, became a great power, and established a martial art...
And "Shijunjie" is one of the examples of "unintentionally found to be extremely aptitude" and received by immortals.
In contrast, the storytelling stories that the people of Xizhou like have more routines, often after being admitted to Kun-Lai, how to be reused and how to make a fortune on Feilai Peak for the students of Chengda, but Xizhou these Over the years, many monks from outside the continent have come, bringing a lot of novel stories that are similar to these, and they are also very popular.
After Feng Qingxiu heard the story about Master yesterday, he did not know why, so he was not very active. After interacting with Master God, the Master without the support of Lingshi turned into a piece of paper and rested next to him. Just lit by candlelight, I read the story over and over again and again.
Instinctively felt that Master had a lot to do with that Li Xianjing. Just by seeing the name, he could feel that there was a terrifying force in his body that wanted to break through the shackles, destroy the world, and destroy all the past and related things. Those who have hurt him are swallowed together and turned into chaos, so that the hatred and disgust, killing intent and madness in the depths of his soul can be calmed.
When he held his forehead and tried to suppress that power, he saw some fragmentary pictures inexplicably.
In the huge cave, a ray of sky shines through, and the master sits quietly in the light. A black flame is entrenched beside him, burning a horrible and familiar magical thought around him. The evil thoughts are constantly struggling. , The golden light chain bound it firmly, making it impossible to break free.
After a long time, I just listened to the master’s indifferent saying: "Don’t struggle, the seven emotions are fire. I will use all the grudges to turn into the fire of karma to purify your demonic thoughts. Twelve years later, you will not be evil, I will naturally Let you go."
The evil thoughts are just not listening, and the struggle is more prosperous.
Master lowered his eyes quietly, and after a long time, he sighed softly: "And I will not hate it anymore."
After the picture passed, he naturally understood that the magical thought should be him in the previous life, that is a big celestial demon.
In order to surrender him, the master will never hate anyone again, but a person's seven emotions and six desires are complete, and he is a person.
Sorry.
This kind of emotion has spread to this day, making him a lot of negative attitude, and even want to go directly back to the sea ship, all the way back to Kun-Lai, to the master’s side, tell him that you have me is enough, don’t go anymore Think of what used to be.
He looked at the faint faintness of his fingertips, but faintly caused the space to have a slightly unstable sword energy, and converged it.
After suppressing that power yesterday, he manipulated the Heavenly Demon Sword Qi to become more casual and sensitive, and has a feeling that as long as he is willing to break through the shackles, he can easily tear off the fragile barrier in the void and recruit countless great heavenly demons. , Everyone can easily sneak into the sea of knowledge of the strong, the bad guys practice, and the evil ones.
Thinking of this, Feng Qingxiu took a strong breath, raised her hand and pinched it from her eyebrows, pinching a little demon who was speaking in her heart to death.
"Isn't it good to be alive? Why should I die?" With a scornful smile, Feng Qingxiu left the tea money and turned to leave.
What if he used to be the Great Demon Lord?
He is also a young man, Kun-Lai’s first apprentice, and a life-long winner with his master. How can he be fed and be the leader of a group of lunatics?
Back to the guest room, he squeezed the paper man on his chest, took it out and kissed it.
Feeling that the disciple’s attitude was wrong, Ji Yunlai took the initiative to show up and comforted him, showing that he was definitely not an old relationship, but wanted to make sure of one thing-the killing was too clear before. When he was in the soul, he saw that there was a very important thing left by him in the other party's memory, something that shouldn't be lost, and if he didn't find it back or destroy it, he always felt that something was wrong.
Feng Qingxiu, who got the reason, turned her anger into joy, and didn’t ask Master what it was--the Master didn’t say it directly, so he didn’t want to say it. He only had to make sure that Master didn’t have any thoughts of retrieving the memory. .
As compensation, Ji Yunlai communicated with his apprentice very intimately, and was pleasantly surprised. The original shy apprentice took the initiative to attack, which was more satisfying than the previous cautiousness.
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The next day, Feng Qingxiu continued to set off with a good mentality. In order not to be involved in the war, he specially drove the mountain and forest roads, bypassing the city, all the way east, and learned the technique of verticality when he was at the outer gate of Kun-Lai. Xianfa, there was no trouble on the road.
When passing by some ordinary villages to ask for directions, he will also ask a few more words and give some money for asking for directions.
Feng Qingxiu then discovered that although the people in Central Continent have multiplied for many years, the population loss is huge. In some villages for decades, there are a few more people. Diseases, natural disasters, beasts/invasions, and women and children in a village may have births. With a dozen children, only two or three can survive, and women suffer from serious physical deficits, often dying in their early thirties.
Thousands of years have passed since Zhongzhou, and only a few people near the city, living along the river and relying on the protection of a large family, can pay the animal tax. Otherwise, the ordinary Nomura will not be able to withstand the attack of the beast.
Feng Qingxiu, as long as I don’t commit crimes, I should be able to go to the Yunshan City on the east side like this, looking for clues from the Yunshan School of the year, but when passing by a big city that must be passed by , He still found that he was too naive.
On that day, he passed by the capital city of Pakistan in the middle of the war, and met two Jindan monks who were walking together. Feng Qingxiu hid away and did not want to attract attention.
But I heard the chatter of the two monks. One of the white-robed swords said: "I heard that there are good goods in the market this time. In addition to the goods shipped by sea, there is also a monk and slave girl from Xizhou who will sell. If you buy it, it will be double and face-saving."
Another Tsing Yi monk nodded in support of his friend's point of view, and said: "This slave girl is definitely not cheap. I think only the middle school can buy it. Xizhou is also a big school. The monks who come out there are low-level and low-level. It is also very extraordinary. It is not easy to be fooled to identify the elixir of elixir, and it is not a loss to buy. Unfortunately, we are all born and sold. Even if we can buy it, we can’t keep it."
The white sword repairman shook his head and said: "You said that Xizhou is obviously barren and only the desert Gobi, why are there so many good goods from Xizhou Kun-Lai? If you have the opportunity, go to Xizhou to see how Kun-Lai is in the outer world. Of the year."
"Don't think about it, the journey is so far away," said the Tsing Yi monk, "you said that the three major homes are so arrogant, why are you not tempted? If you can unite with all the factions to fight, you will be rewarded. If you can go to the battlefield Picking up something here will be enough for our little school to live for a long time."
"Thinking too much," Baiyi Jianxiu said, "If we really go up, we little sects will only let others pick it up."
"You are also reasonable." Brother Tsing Yi smiled bitterly, "Hurry up, I'm afraid I won't be able to buy anything when it's late."
The two said that they had already gone thousands of feet away, and no sound could be heard.
Feng Qingxiu thought for a moment, and followed the direction of the two cultivators towards the very lively and lively capital city of Pakistan.
It may be a bit dangerous, but in any case, he can't sit back and watch Kun-Lai disciple and let people sell like this, even if she is only an outside door, besides, with his current cultivation base, people can't come, there should be few opponents.
Just dress up, change your status to save people.
He quickly changed into a casual dress, watched the defensive array here along the outer city, and began to step on it.
But when he walked a few steps, he realized that it was unnecessary.
The formation here is inferior. Not to mention that he has been educated by the master for many years. Even the one who has just graduated from the outer door ascends the mountain, he can solve the manipulation by counting the breath, and even modify the anti-kill. It is simply There is no difficulty.
A sense of calm and slight excitement spread in his heart. It was a young man his age, a unique wish to make a big event and big news.