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Ying was the ancient capital of the Yin Kingdom. Six hundred years ago, the Yin Kingdom’s monarch fell and the prince was not established. The whole country fell apart and each became king, but no matter how ups and downs, Ying has been the ancient capital for hundreds of years. The strategic location has not changed.

Here, Tianchuan and Ronghe converge, forming a vast plain. The water flow is soothing, the fish and rice are abundant, and the products are abundant. In those days, Yin Guo built dikes and arch dams on the Ronghe River, digging ditches and ditches, turning water hazards into water conservancy, not to mention ingenuity. Using the terrain to open a canal will not only make the business prosperous here, but also allow excess water to leak from the canal into Tianchuan to prevent the dam from breaking.

In order that the canal will not be abandoned due to panic dredging, the talented and roughly Li Guozhu has also made great efforts to use lime, clay and river sand to make triad soil for paving roads and building houses. Nowadays, the sand mining industry in the canal is still prosperous. The silt can also be purchased by farmers on both sides of the strait, which has excellent fertility and is in short supply.

Therefore, compared with other countries, the citizens of Yingdu can be regarded as Guotai Min'an, and the dynasty will be changed occasionally, and it will not hurt the civilians too much.

Nowadays, Yingdu is an independent city, with the country name Ying. It controls the surrounding plains for tens of thousands of miles, and guards several mountain passes in the western foothills, so that you are not afraid of foreign enemies.

At that time, Li Xianjing, the master of the Yin country, visited several times and found that several wetlands in the estuary are very suitable for the growth of a kind of elixir called "Luochuan Flower". After years of experimentation on the river, he found out the cultivation method. This kind of low-level The elixir is very suitable for monks to refine their bones and forge their bodies, and they have attracted many casual repairs. Therefore, Ying Du now relies on this characteristic to open up a city of immortality, and the royal family depends on the Taiqing Sect and barely survives the day.

However, today, a flying peak suddenly landed in the distance. After circling a few times, it landed on a river beach outside the city. On the peak, it was hard to see Kun-Lai two-character iron pen and silver strokes.

For a time, the people in the city were in panic all day long, and the hearts of the people floated. Many monks and dignitaries dragged their homes overnight and fled from the city.

Feng Qingxiu walked on the hurried street, found a teahouse in a downtown area, sat for a while, and called a shop assistant.

"What's the matter with the guest officer?" The little second looked at him in his early twenties, with an anxious look on his face, and his words were three-pointed with trepidation.

"This little brother, I am an outsider. I just arrived here. I wonder why the people in the city are panicking?" Feng Qingxiu has a handsome face and an extraordinary demeanor. The spring breeze-like smile slightly eased the anxiety of the shop second. What's the big deal, why are these people saying'Kun-Lai is here! Run away'?"

They Kun-Lai is sought after by 10,000 people in Xizhou, and it is really the first time they have encountered it in the current situation.

"You said this," the little Er sighed heavily, "Guest officer, you don't know it. It was a grievance between Kun-Lai and Emperor Li back then, which caused the prosperous Great Yin Country to disappear. I heard that the bookkeeper said that Kun-Lai’s head once killed God’s Palace one by one, and the blood of the monks who blocked it all the way flowed into rivers, and the entire Magic Wave Mountain was leveled. Now Kun-Lai is coming again, I am afraid that it will take revenge."

"This is too much to worry about. After hundreds of years, why do we have to retaliate?" Feng Qingxiu asked in doubt.

"Who knows, but Kun-Lai is definitely not a good person to kill Emperor Yin, who loves the people like a child." The second person mentioned Kun-Lai with a face of disdain, "His Majesty killed some of their disciples by mistake. , But later it was said that the villains were deceived, and they were innocent when they were guilty. Not only that, but also the canal water weir is Kun-Lai’s credit. They created the Hall of Merit for them and invited them to the spiritual seat. But he didn’t give up, he just killed your Majesty, and caused us to be turbulent for many years...Those who were dead can’t come back, and for the sake of a breath, they have killed so many people. Do you think he is a good person?"

That Xiao Er seemed to have been suffocated with resentment for a long time, and when he was asked, he snapped it all out.

"According to you, those Kun-Lai disciples are dead in vain?" Feng Qingxiu said lightly.

"What does it matter if they die? His Majesty the Emperor Li was the Lord of the Peoples, and he should never die." The second person in the shop had heard a lot of books, and when he mentioned the prosperity of the Yin Dynasty, he was very longing for it. "Almost every family here enshrines Your Majesty. This time these Kun-Lai people must have come because of this!"

"Is that so." Feng Qingxiu was a little bit, but stopped asking.

The little second talked about it, watching Feng Qingxiu didn't want to talk anymore, rolled his eyes, and then stepped away from his business.

Feng Qingxiu watched the people coming and going outside the window, raised her hand to pour a cup of tea, and stared at the rising and falling green leaves in the cup without speaking.

A shadow gathered around him, a slender hand stretched out, touched the tip of his ear, and chuckled: "Xiaoqing, why are you angry? They never said anything wrong."

"..." Feng Qingxiu just grabbed his sleeve, pulled him to his side, and embraced him.

"They had nothing to do with Kun-Lai, it was us, and they would not care about the sect conflicts for many years. Besides, I did not care about the family, the country and the world at that time." Ji Yunlai recalled what appeared in his mind. Some of his memories, since he took back that remains, and whenever he touched some old objects, his memories before then came back to them, but there is no emotional involvement, just like watching a silent movie, and can’t touch too much. More mood.

After a pause, Ji Yunlai sighed slightly again: "This is also the place where I devoted my hard work back then. At that time, I brought my family and I migrated here from Yunlai. It was just a deserted river beach. The population is sparse, and it is just a town that has been infested by water all the year round. The man wanted to regain his country, so he chose this place to start his business. After annihilating the surrounding beasts, it took decades to gradually increase the number of talents."

Speaking of this, he smiled again: "When the Rongjiang water weir was first set up, I was not familiar with water conservancy. I did not leave enough flood outlets. On the contrary, it caused the water to spread even more. It took many lessons to get it right. It took more than 30 years."

"Don't mention back then, I don't want to hear it!" Feng Qingxiu said fiercely. The things back then were scars in Master's heart, and he didn't want to touch them at all.

"You have no conscience," Ji Yunlai distanced himself and said with a smile, "This is the embryonic form of Xizhou. Back then, I practiced here. At that time, the true species of Yunfu were also planted here. Chuanhua just thought of the idea of ​​a spiritual root, and there are many ideas, but at that time in the middle continent, surrounded by enemies, even if these things were just a rudiment, it would be the end of the ruined sect. He never said it, just Unexpectedly... In the end it still ends up like this."

"How can they treat you as an enemy." Feng Qingxiu felt very worried, "You did all those things! You did it for hundreds of years!"

"Xiaoqing, you're jealous." Ji Yunlai was enraged for a while, and every time he saw Xiaoqing's frustrated look, he especially wanted to overthrow Xiaoqing.

"Yes!" Feng Qingxiu confessed generously. He was angry, but he was not angry with the master. He exhaled sullenly, then hugged the master back and buried his head in his arms. All understand, but it’s hard to make sense."

"Yes, if I follow the normal routine, I should let him go for the people of the world." Ji Yun thought about it, and shook his head slightly, "However, I just don't want to."

At that time, I thought of killing myself and going to accompany the teacher, but in the end it didn't.

So what about so many restraints?

The righteousness of the family, the life of the soul, and the life of the teacher are all ended with the sword in his hand and the dead soul under his sword.

"Don't think about it!" Feng Qingxiu suddenly raised her head and pressed the master back to the paper man. He touched the paper man for a moment and then put it back on his chest. Someone came. He didn't want any messy people to see the teacher. Respect.

On the other side, an extraordinary young man has walked over and sat calmly beside Feng Qingxiu.

His face is like jade, no flaws are visible, and his appearance is also the best among the monks who are basically extraordinary. He wears a green robe with a white lotus looming on his hem, and a jade hairpin on his head. He has a calm look and sits in this simple teahouse. Here, it is like sitting in a magnificent palace.

Feng Qingxiu poured him a cup of tea.

The two raised their glasses at the same time and touched them lightly.

There is no sound.

The green-robed monk took a sip, then calmly put down the teacup, politely bowed his head and said that it was good, and then left without looking back.

Feng Qingxiu chuckled lightly and put down her teacup.

There was a ring of cracks on his ordinary white porcelain cup, but there were no traces on the opposite porcelain cup.

Putting down the tea money, he turned and left.

Xiao Er came to clean up quickly, saw the ice crack on the teacup, frowned slightly, still received it in the plate, and touched another teacup, but didn't touch it at all, and went straight through.

He opened his eyes wide and rubbed the frame of his eyes, only to see that the teacup faded away, like a phantom.

Damn it! He shrank his neck, looked around, and left quickly.

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In the Taiqing Sect, the young man sat on the main hall with a cold expression.

"What happened?" The elder next to him didn't eat his cold noodles and asked directly, "Can it be done?"

The youth is indifferent.

"I took a look from a distance, they should be Wendou, he just suffered a loss, otherwise he wouldn't be the face." The elder next to him was sure and authentic.

The youth is silent.

"Speak, can you take it, if you can take it, hurry up together. You can't please your ancestors, right?" an elder urged.

The young man looked at them indifferently, raised his hand, with dozens of deep marks on his slender fingertips, and silently told the result.

"So your Bailian Law Body did not withstand his invisible sword aura?" The elders looked sad, "Then the lossless cup just now is an illusion that you want to save face, right?"

"Enough!" the young man said coldly, "Help them to promote the Kun-Lai Taoist species will be sold in Yingdu, and let him leave as soon as the goal is achieved."

After a pause, he added: "Look for an opportunity and send him a set of the best Ziyun map."