Zhao Ge: 171. Scroll of Mountains and Rivers

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Qing Ming Pagoda.

The tower is ninety-nine stories high and is guarded by the sect and the dynasty. However, the operation center of Qingming Pagoda has always been firmly grasped by the Zongmen, and the people of the dynasty can only do some things that are "minimal affairs" in the eyes of the Xianmen.

Miscellaneous things such as registers.

But just as no one thought that the trivial ants could destroy the river embankment spreading thousands of miles, the people of the sect did not expect how terrible these "minimal affairs" could one day exert.

The cultivators who guard the tower disdain to check who is on the flying boat that goes back and forth day after day. They control the operation center of the Qingming Pagoda like a country.

From Jintang, from Cangpu, the flying boats that flew here and there from various places are registered. Under the seemingly normal list, there are many people who have concealed their identity and hurrying and going.

"This is the arrogance of a cultivator."

The county guard walked slowly up the black stone steps.

In the business capital under the control of the Kyushu Bank, the dynasty's county guard has always been in vain. The county guard from Kyoto always smiled, arched, polite and polite to the Kyushu bank, as if he was mixed with wine, meat and rice.

However, today, in the business capital, ordinary people complained of his incompetence. The merchants who depended on the bank looked down upon him. The disciples of the Jiuzhou bank ignored the county guard. He wore the official uniform of the Qi Qin Dynasty embroidered with twelve chapters. , Stand upright.

In the eyes of Kyushu Qianzhuang, the county guard, who was just a literati, walked with his sticky blood expression unchanged.

He carries a long sword inserted in a sheath.

"The cultivator is superior because he has mastered extraordinary powers. In the cognition of the cultivator, martial arts are the respect."

The gentle county guard slowly drew the long sword from the scabbard.

"This arrogance covers your eyes. In the cognition of immortal cultivators, I have probably never thought about other than cultivating immortals, what else can affect the power of the time."

The cold light on the long sword is like a cold moon.

"Your arrogance has covered your eyes, and the powerful power you have has made you ignore the dangers of the slight and ordinary. So you don’t know how many secret killers have entered this city in the vast sky, you I don’t know what kind of information the casual repairs left and what kind of news they took away."

The county guard's hand steadily sent the long sword into the heart of the slumped Kyushu bank tower guard elder, and the blood dropped to the ground along the sword body little by little. The warm blood flowed to his hand, but the county guard did not let go.

"How long have you prepared?"

The elder guarding the tower leaned against the wall and slid down little by little.

When death came, the immortal cultivator who used to be so high was just like an ordinary old man, his face was pale and his voice was sullen.

"A long, long time."

The county guard said.

How long?

From generation to generation, the life of ordinary people will end very quickly—compared to the long-lived immortal cultivator, but anger will not end because of the end of life. It is dying and The stalemate between births eventually flourished into a prairie fire.

The arrogance of the cultivators blindfolded them.

There are few immortal cultivators who read ordinary people’s miscellaneous studies. In the eyes of immortal cultivators, the most important thing is those swordsmanship, the formations, the scriptures, and those who hold extraordinary force disdain to read it to enhance their strength. Useless books.

Naturally, I can't notice how long the anger has been passed on in those pen-and-ink scripts.

The brushwork is useless, but it is also the sharpest sword.

In the miscellaneous books that the cultivators never dismissed, they recorded the expansion of the land occupied by the immortal gate, the bones that died in the battle of the immortal gate, and all the anger they saw and dared not shout. .

The spiritual field of the eight sects is fertile for thousands of miles, and outside the spiritual field are the refugees who died, and the black birds are everywhere. The foundation of the dynasty was mainly farmland. However, in the Qi Qin dynasty, when the Kyushu Qianzhuang was aloft, the merchants in the shadow of the Kyushu Qianzhuang occupied too many privileges.

Commercial vehicles go back and forth. Farmers who work day and night use their blood and sweat to support the prosperity of this vast commercial empire. The business taxes are huge, and the farmers who face the loess and back the sky will not benefit.

The tens of millions of business income will only turn into a piece of spiritual stone and a pill, and eventually cultivate a well-known immortal cultivator above mortals.

I don't know the suffering of common people.

Famine, drought...

Year after year, on the land of the twelve dynasties, how many refugees are crying for nowhere.

So deep anger, so deep sorrow, and finally solidified in every word, never ending with life or death.

"Anger is lurking."

The county guard drew out the long sword and wiped the blood from the blade with his sleeve. He stared at the elder of the Kyushu Qianzhuang whose breathing was gradually stopping, and said softly.

"Why... why do you think that those who survived these sorrows would forget their hatred so easily, join you happily and become one of you?"

The pupils of the elders of the Kyushu Bank suddenly enlarged.

The county guard laughed loudly.

"The disciples of the immortal door, are all people without father and mother?! Are all people without birth?"

His voice is so deep and so strong, as sharp as a blade.

The long wind blew violently, and in the Qingming Tower where the Kyushu Bank was stationed, a disciple took off his long robe with the logo of Kyushu Bank and put on the green water embroidered with the Qi Qin Dynasty. Grey robe with cloud logo.

The disciples who put on the gray robes, they started the formation of the Qingming Pagoda.

Thousands of Spirit Stones are inlaid on the black rock, like stars, in the bright to almost dreamy light, there is sticky blood, slowly spreading.

Winter is going to pass, and the sea breeze is roaring in the streets and alleys of the city, and the cold is still like a knife. The stars in the sky slowly rotated, and blood and fire burned completely on the land of the Twelve Dynasty.

The disciples of the Kyushu Qianzhuang who guarded the tower died, and those who put on gray robes put on gray robes. This is the first time the Qingming Tower, which has always been a symbol of the supremacy of the sect, changed hands.

For the first time, the power of the mundane is engraved on the pride of Xiuxian.

Just like the fall of the ancient emperor in the Primordial Chaos Era, the sky is no longer the domain of the emperor, and the flying boat of the cultivator is flying through the clouds. In this era, for the first time ordinary people set foot in a realm belonging only to immortal cultivators.

The dynasty and the flame opened its eyes.

The county guard climbed to the top of the Qingming Pagoda. The wind was swift and turbulent at the top, and his clothes were hunting.

In the wind blowing like a knife, the county guard took out an ancient sandalwood box.

Few people remember the name of this city, the capital of Qi and Qin merchants. This is the city ruled by the Kyushu Bank. The majesty of the Kyushu Bank stands in the city like this ninety-nine-story towering Qingming Pagoda. . Merchants are the most noble group in this city, and the ninth floor of the merchants are all from the money houses.

Businessmen who do not belong to the money house will not survive here.

In this case, who would remember the name of a secular official? The name of the county guard is not comparable to that of a guard disciple of the Kyushu bank.

However, no one knew that the county guard who looked like a civil servant was actually a cultivator.

On the land of these twelve dynasties, the Eight Immortal Sects have the largest number of immortal cultivators, but there are also immortal cultivators in the dynasty family. It's just that the power of Weibo is far less than Xianmen. This is not something that is difficult to understand. In the final analysis, the fairy gate is the fairy gate standing on the land of the twelve dynasties. Just as the Jiuzhou bank needs to control the commerce of the Qi and Qin dynasties, the fairy gate is still inseparable from the world.

In every state and county, it is necessary to cooperate with the dynasty to accept disciples in the fairy gate. Distinguished families and officials set up venues for the fairy gate, conduct the initial screening for the fairy gate, and select those disciples who have the talent for cultivation. As a reward to some extent—or a reward, Xianmen therefore awarded a part of the quota to the dynasty.

People from the dynasty's prominent family can enter the immortal gate to practice, and this part of the people will return to the dynasty. Those who stayed in the sect were like the elder Lin in the branch, and the Skynet plan of the Jintang Dynasty became the power of the dynasty in the sect.

And the dynasty also possesses a part of the cultivation resources, slowly nurturing its own strength through the accumulation of long years.

The county guard of Shangdu was such an immortal cultivator trained by the dynasty itself.

He held the box and stood at the top of the entire city, staring at this dark land.

Even if it is shrouded in darkness, the county guard still clearly knows how many streets there are in this city, every scenery in this city, and what kind of people are distributed in every place.

This is the city where he grew up.

In the dark night, he was born, he grew up, and he will eventually die on the land here, and the bloodiest war is going on.

Yes.

This is war.

This is the cruelest and most desperate war that has slowly revealed its truth from the darkness.

In the dark Shangdu, some people's lights are on, some are on and off-most people are asleep, and most people don't know what is happening at this moment.

The county guard smiled.

He opened the box of ancient sandalwood, and a piece of nearly complete ancient picture flew out of it.

That is the picture of the mountains and rivers that Monk Mingxin and Liu Wuyan came from a thousand miles away.

The ancient picture scroll suddenly unfolded at the top of the Qingming Tower, shining in the dark like the golden light of the hot sun spreading from the top of the Qingming Tower. The mighty and mighty, covered most of the city in an instant.

It was a magnificent, trembling light.

Many people wake up from their drowsiness and look up to see the gilt-like light outside the window. The young child jumped out of bed in surprise at this strange scene and stumbled out. The older parents yelled at their children in horror and ran out the door. After going out, everyone was stunned.

In the dark night, golden light diffused from the tallest Qingming Pagoda, which they were familiar with, slowly flooding the air like running water, and walking up the streets like a dragon. Those strands of long river-like, thick or faint golden light are changing in the high or low sky, as if someone holding a paintbrush is drawing a picture of mountains and rivers that look like miracles.

The golden light outlines the undulating mountains and outlines the water potential of the waves.

In an instant, this city seemed to overlap with another piece of time and space.

One household, one household, another household...

Countless people were awakened in the darkness, opened the window, opened the door, and watched the miraculous scene in shock.

At night, it was lit up.

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The world is in chaos, and the night is being ignited.

Liu Wuyan half-kneeled on the ground, coughing lowly and uncontrollably.

Her long and narrow "liuqiu" famous knife plunged into the ground, and it was with the support of "liuqi" that she could barely kneel on the ground.

As a swordsman, just like Jian Xiu, the hand holding the sword should be as steady as Mount Tai, no matter what, but at this time, Liu Wuyan's hand holding the sword was shaking uncontrollably.

The man in the black cloak and golden mask stood not far from her, standing on a half-collapsed wall, looking down at her slightly.

The black cloak on the person wearing the golden mask is already in good condition, without any damage.

And Liu Wuyan is already full of blood.

She lost.

The difference in strength is too great.

However, losing is not an unexpected thing. The opponent shouldn't be called a person-the opponent is a demon. It was a member of the eighteenth middle school of the ancient clan who participated in the shocking plot of the fall of the ancient emperor in the Chaos Era. They lost control completely and became demons.

But no one can ignore their strength.

That was a person who left many strokes in the epoch and overthrew the rule of the ancient emperor together with other people from the eighteenth century.

But when the Wanxian Era was interrupted, these people should have been suppressed and killed.

"They broke your seal."

Although the hand holding the knife was already shaking without the control of will, Liu Wuyan's face was already soaring and fierce-the look that was as fierce as the sun.

"Conspiring with the tiger, their courage is greater than expected."

Sure enough, no one is a fool.

The sect’s are not fools, and the people of the dynasty will not be fools.

Knowing that his strength is not enough to fight the sect head-on, he has been lurking. When he dared to take actions that shocked the mainland without hesitation, he must have grasped his confidence.

Are these people who were sealed out of the eighteenth of the ancient clan at the time, were they one of the dynasty's confidence?

Liu Wuyan has vaguely seen part of the plot unfolding slowly.

The eighteenth of the ancients, who were later called "devil" by the immortal gates, no matter what happened before the interruption of the last Wanxian Era, they were indeed unimaginable participating in the crazy horrors of the era. They also knew the events and past events clearly. With the participation of these people, the dynasty can indeed grasp the lifeblood of some sects.

As the true regional owner of the continent, the dynasty does have the ability to detect where these out-of-control Gus XVIII were suppressed during the epoch change.

This is the power of the country.

After all, the sect is just a sect, even if there are a large number of immortal cultivators, many things are still impossible to do.

The figure of the person wearing the golden mask is erratic like a ghost. The golden light has enveloped the whole city, but in the golden light he still seems to be solidified from darkness.

"Aren't you afraid?"

He didn't answer Liu Wuyan's question, but instead asked in a erratic voice.

His voice is strange.

Normal people can't make the sound that seems to be filled with the breath of death, just like the ghost returning from hell.

"Afraid?"

Liu Wuyan sneered, gritted his teeth little by little and stood up slowly. Little pools of blood gathered on the ground bit by bit—the blood dripping from Liu Wuyan's body. She was injured, very badly.

"Whoever holds a sword, what right does he have to talk about fear?"

Liu Wuyan answered softly.

As if answering the person wearing the golden mask, as if answering himself.

Afraid?

The eldest lady from the Ge Liu family on the cloud was indeed scared. But she no longer has the qualification to be afraid. The Liu family of Yunshangge has been burned to ruins in the raging fire, and the monuments inscribed with the past are no longer there. Obviously, she was extremely disappointed in her, and in that night of rain and fire, the brother who still guarded her to death was no longer.

Single guys are not qualified to feel scared anymore.

Because no one will protect her behind her.

So the fear of this useless thing no longer needs to exist.

But...

But she can't die.

Liu Wuyan laughed hoarsely, she staggered and stood up again. The cracked hand pulled the knife out with force. The fragment of the mountain and river map that Monk Mingxin gave her fell to the ground in the previous fight.

Liu Wuyan coughed, and the "liu zou" long sword swayed, with a sharp arc of sword air.

The figure in the golden mask flickered up.

Liu Wuyan roared like a trapped beast. The way she fought was not like a girl at all. She had a sword-like aura, full of fierce, almost violent aura.

Furious, fierce, indomitable.

It seemed to have all his life pressed together.

The golden light wafts in this ancient city. Tens of thousands of people wake up or sleep, marveling at beautiful miracles, or sinking into endless dreams, with all kinds of thoughts.

No one knew that in a dilapidated alley, a knife man who had nothing left exhausted her last strength and wielded a long knife for the purpose of eliminating demons.

Black and gold are intertwined. It is obviously dark night but it has a brilliance that the day may not have. It is obviously a secular city, but it is shrouded in ink paintings that do not know where it is. Staggered and overlapped, blurred and changed.

This world is probably crazy.

Black and white, positive and negative, are not important anymore.

Everything is in chaos. No one alive can see the world clearly, and no one knows the future. They can only use all their strength to hold the sword in his hand.

Fight for what you think.

The black cloak unfolded erratically in the air, and the cold arc of the knife cut into the void.

Clang——

In the field of vision, the golden mask passed by. Liu Wuyan fell to the ground.

Da, da.

The sound of wooden clogs falling to the ground, the man stood in the alley behind.

As embarrassed as many years ago, he was beaten on the ground like a dead dog, his face pressed against the rough, icy ground, and the pain of sand and gravel friction was no longer felt. Liu Wuyan panted, and stretched out his hand a little bit to grab the "flowing eye" that had fallen not far in front of him.

She coughed up blood, coughing up blood more violently than before.

Fingertips hit the cold handle of the knife.

Liu Wuyan closed his hand and firmly grasped the familiar knife in his hand again.

She pressed on the ground, forcibly supported, supporting her body little by little.

But the so-called "support" is just what she feels.

In the eyes of the person wearing the golden mask, Liu Wuyan reluctantly held the knife crookedly, trembling but never separated from the ground-she was weak.

The person wearing the golden mask did not stop her from holding the knife.

He just looked almost sadly at this bright and heroic woman in embarrassment like a defeated dog, but she was still making the final struggle.

"It's useless."

He said.

Shrouded in the black cloak, his pale and slender hands protruded, and with a slight move, the fragments of the mountains and rivers that fell on the ground flew up and fell into his hands. He didn't see any movement, the broken picture of mountains and rivers lit up, and then turned into a stream of light and swept into the air.

The last fragment of the mountain and river picture was unfolded in the air, turned into golden light, and melted into the spreading golden river and mountains.

"The mountains and rivers are going upside down."

He said something unclear, and looked at the golden stream of light that drifted in the dark like a river.

I saw the fully formed golden mountains and rivers slowly rotating.

It is the five elements of aura between the heaven and the earth that rotate and become confused together.

What are mountains and rivers?

It is the veins of mountains and rivers, the water potential of rivers, and the five elements of heaven and earth. This is something like the "Three Profound Emperors" that the three emperors tried to paint in the last year of the Wanxian Era. In fact, it was born out of the emperor map that the Three Emperors tried to draw.

The mountain and river map can depict the heaven, earth, rivers and mountains in a certain space.

Its real function is to change the rules of the five elements and aura between heaven and earth.

This is something refined by the out-of-control Gu Clan at the end of the Wanxian Era.

The part of the eighteenth middle school of the ancient clan who was later called the "devil", their power operation is different from the normal cultivator, the normal five elements between heaven and earth are upside-down and chaotic for them. Therefore, they will gradually lose control. In order to change this situation, in order not to become a demon, these eighteen people are also making various efforts.

In the end, someone tried to change the five elements and yin and yang in a certain space.

If it succeeds, the civil war of Gu’s Eighteen would not have broken out.

But the attempt did not succeed all at once, and several of the failures directly changed the spiritual energy between heaven and earth—this was also part of the reason why the last Wanxian Era was interrupted.

So they hadn't waited for the complete success of Shanhetu, they waited for the swords of their former comrades and compatriots.

How many people have been suppressed unsuspectingly into the eternal darkness, and how many people have died unbelievably under the hands of their trusted friends.

It was painful coldness in retrospect.

The man with the golden mask raised his head and closed his eyes.

——It seems to be back to the day when I was sealed in darkness.

Perhaps it is guilt. Excluding those who are out of control and have almost reached the uncontrollable level, most of the Gu Shi eighteen who were classified as "devil" were only sealed, and not directly killed.

However, in so long and so long darkness, anger accumulates day by day.

They participated in all the battles of the fallen ancient emperor. They wandered day after day in the Chaos Era and the Wanxian Era, fighting for life and death, just to open up a new era, just to guard their land. .

The land of the Twelve Dynasties was also guarded with all their strength.

This is their land!

This is their land!

But what about the result? The results of it?

The result is that the darkness will be forever, and the town will be dead forever. All the contributions have disappeared in history, and no one mentions it. Obviously all of this was exchanged for them by exhausting their blood.

Who would be willing?

No one will be willing. At least he was not reconciled.

So when the people of the dynasty opened the seal, he walked out, put on a black cloak, and a golden mask. The hatred was like an eternal flame, and it burned.

However, nowadays, when they really saw the plan they tried their best to achieve-inverting the aura of the five elements on one side and drawing a part of the space that would not let them lose control-came true in front of them. Joy.

I just think of the coldness and despair when the long knife of the brothers pierced through the body.

So joy only becomes sad.

The mountain and river roll shop is unfolded, the aura is already changing the order, and the rules of the five elements are already changing. In this environment, those who lose control and lose their power are replaced by immortals.

The people of the dynasty, those ordinary people whose lives are short-lived, their wisdom and strength far exceed everyone's imagination.

I'm afraid that the people of Xianmen never thought that something like this would happen?

It's just that the ancient emperors who could even command the heavens and the earth at the beginning have never thought that one day their royal city will crash, and they will fall in the era.

Sighing slightly, the edge of the black cloak swayed slightly, and the man with the golden mask walked away amidst the interlacing of gold and darkness, just as he appeared.

Behind him, Liu Wuyan's blood-filled hand is holding the handle of the knife crookedly.

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"It's useless."

Wang Jingzhi prostrated on the ground, and several Buddhist beads were nailed to the ground around him, emitting a sacred Buddha light.

The buddha beads corresponded to the most important joints of his body, and the light radiated through Wang Jingzhi's joints like a chain, nailing him to the ground.

Wang Jingzhi's sword was inserted not far from Monk Mingxin.

Wang Jingzhi was covered in blood, and compared with him, Monk Mingxin's condition was obviously better, with only some blood on his monk robe.

It seems that in the previous fight, Monk Mingxin has the upper hand firmly.

But despite the victory, Monk Mingxin's face is not necessarily full of joy.

On the contrary, Wang Jingzhi, who was seriously injured and defeated, had a steady, faint smile on his blood-stained face - under the background of the blood, the smile on his face no longer gave people a gentle and kind feeling.

The winner is serious, but the loser is laughing.

"I said...you...you are late..."

Blood is flowing continuously from the wound on his body, Wang Jingzhi with a smile on his face said intermittently.

His pupils have collapsed a bit, and they have begun to lose focus.

Wang Jingzhi did not see Monk Mingxin, his eyes gradually losing sight of him stared at the golden and black night sky.

Behind him, the branches of the Kyushu Bank began to shake.

The five elements are reversed, and the aura is chaotic, the things in the treasury have been born.