Wang Qi, a young and deviant academy gentleman, has no right to know this secret matter.

The strong man quietly shifted his gaze and glanced at Lu Baixiang holding a narrow knife in the distance.

After Wang Qi thought carefully, he nodded and said: "You can take action, but don't show your true identity, otherwise I won't be able to explain to Dafu Academy afterwards, and the mountain master is not easy to fool."

The strong man sneered and said: "This is not easy. Let's just say that I, the river-buried water demon, have been inspired by you to abandon evil and do good. I want to ask you and the Daquan court for a water god temple, so I am willing to help.

Why is it so hard to explain how you can earn a legitimate status by performing meritorious service?"

Wang Qi smiled bitterly and said: "Emperor Liu Zhen may believe this seemingly reasonable wording, but Academy Mountain Master will never take it seriously. Okay, just follow what I said, don't get involved with Chen Ping'an with the real form of the demon clan."

Dou, you just need to force Chen Ping'an to reveal a flaw..."

Wang Qi spoke for a moment, full of murderous intent, "I want him to be destroyed physically and mentally here!"

The strong man curled his lips and said, "Okay, I hope you will do what you say and be able to kill Chen Ping'an who is waiting for us to come to your door in one fell swoop. Don't just talk..."

At this point, the burly man burst out laughing, "I almost forgot that you scholars are the most powerful in the world with your tongue-in-cheek skills. It's disrespectful."

Wang Qi is not as knowledgeable as this barbarian monster.

The buried river water demon didn't care at all whether the ruined temple would notice the movement. He strode out with every step, making the mountain tremble. He rushed out of the cliff in an instant, drew an arc in the air, and finally landed with a bang, shouting

A huge sound.

Wang Qi sighed softly, with a sad look on his face.

If you become a Golden Elixir guest, you will be of my generation.

It's just that people grow old and their pearls turn yellow, and trees and plants flourish and wither, and a golden elixir that comes from a lot of hardships also has its dark days.

How could he, Wang Qi, die without realizing his ambitions despite all he had learned? Especially the golden elixir practitioners, who had a far clearer understanding of the deadlines of life and death than those ordinary people who were confused.

Counting the days and waiting for death is so painful.

coming.

The towering river monster made such a huge impact at the bottom of the towering mountain. Chen Ping'an was not deaf, so he knew it clearly.

Holding the dead branch he picked up casually with his left hand, he slapped the sword gourd with his right hand, and on the 15th day of the lunar month, he snatched it out of the gourd and disappeared.

His right hand retracted into his sleeve, and he twisted out a piece of golden talisman paper, the pagoda demon-suppressing talisman written by Zhong Kui himself with Xiao Xuezui.

This rare talisman paper was given by the Daquan court to the River Goddess when Biyou Mansion was founded. It was the wind and thunder paper among the three golden talisman papers given to Chen Pingan by Zhong Kui. The bottom pattern is the dragon claw seal.

Although Chen Pingan does not know the identity of the visitor for the time being.

But things are such a coincidence. A demon-suppressing talisman written in Biyou Mansion happened to be used to kill a buried river water demon. It is really a cycle of nature and retribution.

As for the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, after Chen Pingan sacrificed the pagoda demon-suppressing talisman, he used it to block the rescue of Wang Qi, the gentleman on the top of the mountain, before he handed out a sword to the comer.

Standing on the top of the mountain, the gentleman Wang Qi sighed in his heart, indeed, he could separate gods and demons with just one thought.

I hope that this siege will go well. After this, I will get the fairy's instructions that point directly to the road, and I will no longer care about the grudges in the world. I will devote myself to practice and one day become the deputy head of the academy. When the time comes, I can make up for the fortune of the Daquan Dynasty.

One or two is all.

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A young Taoist priest with a hibiscus crown on his head did not travel far away in the wind, but shrank to an inch again and again. He soon left the border of the Daquan Dynasty and came to the south of the Northern Jin Dynasty. He went all the way south, choosing quiet and remote mountains, forests and lakes.

Quietly, he finally stopped at the top of a mountain and disappeared.

Under the ground, there was a cave. It seemed to be a buried ancient road. The young Taoist priest walked thousands of miles away. This winding ancient road underground had many forks, but he did not choose a direction or hesitate at all.

The gloomy or magnificent underground visions along the way could not stop the young Taoist priest for a moment.

Finally, we came to a dilapidated "Mountain Gate". The plaque was crooked and half of it was broken, leaving only the words "Dubie Palace".

When he stepped into it, a subtle sword energy suddenly appeared and then disappeared.

There are broken walls and ruins everywhere, and the young Taoist priest walks slowly.

Feiying Castle, Biyou Mansion, Hu'er Town.

Except for the inn where Jiuniang was, the other two places were not too important. To be precise, Flying Eagle Castle was once extremely important, but now it was a thing of the past, and he didn't want to think about it.

During his subsequent travels to Tongye Island, he had no intention of inserting willows along the way. As for whether the willows would be successful or not, the young Taoist priest actually didn't care at all.

The key to this Tongyezhou plan he abbot is the two great demons of Fuji Sect and Taiping Mountain.

But when he discovered that there was an ignorant guy who appeared again and again on the "road" he walked on,

Once is a coincidence, twice is still a coincidence, but what about three times?

Be careful, don't be careless, and end up in your hometown with the mountain as your pillow. The loss of the soul is too serious, making it impossible to wake up for hundreds of years. Wouldn't it be a missed opportunity of thousands of years?

Some expand territories and strive for hegemony? How can they obtain unimaginable fertile territory for their family’s descendants?

He kept telling himself this in his heart.

At the end of the road to this abandoned palace, there is a site similar to the ancient Dragon Locking Platform. There is a white ape in ragged clothes and blood stains sitting cross-legged, with an unconcealed ferocious aura flowing out, just the wisps of it.

Whenever the sword-like spirit condensed into substance floated out of this huge stone platform, it would be beaten away by streaks of snow-white lightning that appeared inexplicably.

It was the sword-carrying white ape from Taiping Mountain who had fled here, but now there is no such thing as "sword-carrying".

The old ape asked hoarsely: "Why are you here looking for me? Aren't you afraid that both of us will die here?"

The young Taoist priest walked to the edge of Suolong Terrace, did not go up the stairs, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, there is an old man over there in my hometown, who has already said that you are lucky and will not die."

The old ape asked: "What do you want to do?"

The old ape glanced at this guy wearing a Taoist robe and a hibiscus crown, which made him look more and more depressed.

Back then on Taiping Mountain, this man somehow changed his appearance. As a young man who had lost his memory, he was spotted by a Taiping Mountain golden elixir monk. After being taken to the mountain, he actually managed to hide his secrets and sneaked into the Patriarch Hall, and even got a jade plaque passed down from his direct descendants.

, before the female crown Huang Ting, Taipingshan had the most hope of reaching the Jade Pure Realm and breaking the embarrassing situation of being a monk. High hopes were placed on it.

The speed at which this person rose to the Golden Elixir and broke through the Yuanying bottleneck shocked even the Taipingshan Patriarch Hall. They did not hesitate to find a heavy weapon for him to hide the secrets of the heavens, in order to prevent the Tongye Sect and Yugui Sect from having a heart-to-heart relationship.

Malice.

After successfully joining the Nascent Soul at a young age, he has been sparing no effort to slay demons and eliminate demons on his spiritual path. He has an excellent reputation. One day, I don't know if he felt that the time was right, or he suddenly had an enlightenment. He found the white ape in the prison and revealed

That terrifying true identity, the sword-backed white ape who ordered the mountain to be enshrined, deliberately let go of a big demon from the bottom of the prison. After a battle, both sides were harmed, and their souls were damaged. A young earth immortal who was less than a hundred years old actually...

Reduced to the state of old age, decayed and decayed, even more bleak than the thousand-year-old old Yuanying. After that, the young Yuanying traveled down the mountain on the grounds that "there is no perfect road in heaven", and finally met the fuji.

The Zongjindan monks fought fiercely. The latter lost the chance of reincarnation and attracted the clone of an ancient demon to come to the world. In the end, the young Nascent Soul was completely dead.

The jade medallion of Taipingshan Patriarch Hall is gone, and the important weapon that conceals the secrets of heaven has been destroyed.

The most talented young Taoist priest in Taiping Mountain in the past was sitting on the steps, with his back to Bai Yuan, and said with a smile: "Zhong Kui and Huang Ting must die. Especially Zhong Kui, if he does not die, not only Confucianism

In the future, it will be as simple as having one more high-ranking scholar in the academy. After the war, all life is devastated, and it will naturally be the turn of ghosts and ghosts to run rampant in the world. There is an old guy in our hometown who happens to be good at this. If there is a Zhong Kui in Confucianism, then

Maybe so many of you will die in our camp."

He raised his arms high, stretched out three fingers, and emphasized, "At least!"

Then the young Taoist priest stretched out the remaining two curved fingers and said, "Actually, there are so many, just because I don't want to scare you."

The white ape scoffed, naturally not believing it.

Five selves, that is, five Twelve Realm Sword Cultivators!

Did Zhong Kui, who was killed by it in three moves, have such ability?

The young Taoist priest patted his knees gently with both hands, "Now that you are hiding as a mouse, there is still hope. That Fuji Zong caused my plan to fail. He deserves to be chased to the sea. His luck is not as good as yours. Even if he enters,

Hai, it is still impossible to escape death. Now it depends on the two guys who are rushing slowly, who can pick up this big leak. However, with the cultivation level of the twelfth realm, a fatal blow may be able to get someone to be buried with him. I will go back

After arriving at his hometown, he will not care too much about his descendants."

Bai Yuan frowned and said: "Even I can't find the Confucian saint who sits in the sky of Tongyezhou. Wouldn't it be even harder to find you? Why are you leaving in a hurry?"

That one of the seventy-two statue saints of the Confucian Temple, even if his duty is to supervise the movements of the Tongyezhou territory, in his eyes, they are just tiny sparks in the world, densely packed with qi practitioners in the middle and fifth realms, martial arts masters and emperors and generals in the world.

Image, but in the battle at Taiping Mountain, the saint could only see two groups of slightly larger fireflies that exploded. Then he used his magical power and his sight fell on Taiping Mountain.

It is extremely difficult for gods and men to view mountains and rivers.

Especially when it comes to countries and continents, there are also invisible natural barriers.

At the top of Suishan Mountain, the old scholar's fondness for his retreating disciples is just a matter of deduction.

Unless there is a refined object carried by someone who wants to pay attention to it, it will be much easier to say both.

But if that person has something to hide the secret of heaven, it will be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

The young Taoist priest held the back of his head with both hands and lay back with his back against the steps. "In order to prevent Taipingshan from searching for the hibiscus crown from the Patriarch Hall on my head, I took the initiative to destroy its appearance. Originally, I couldn't support it for five more years."

Sixty years is still possible. Now that the Confucian saint who has drawn a prison in heaven year after year has come to the human world in advance, it is hard to say. If you look for the saint who accompanies the Confucian Temple, you will definitely find me. Tong

Yezhou three-headed demon, Hu'er Town, Fuji Sect, Taiping Mountain, you sword-carrying white ape. There must be a mastermind behind the scenes. Before finding me, I have to do something more. Since the plan failed, and the earliest

The expectations have deviated a lot, and I'm going to disgust them again. For example, kill Chen Ping'an, then Huang Ting, etc. Don't rush, let's see the situation."

The white ape was silent.

These conspiracies are really not what it is good at.

The young Taoist priest smiled and said: "Only by being found out can I keep a slight chance of winning. Of course, I can't let them find it too easily, otherwise the Confucianists will be suspicious. The Confucian sage must have a harder time finding it, so that it can be flawless.
To be continued...