novelno Chapter 364
Chapter 364
"Something is wrong."
In the Daoist temple of the Imperial Capital.
Many Yuanying elders saluted to a faint figure in the central water mirror.
This figure is the current head of the Daoist sect.
This is a middle-aged Taoist with a stern face, wearing a black and white Taoist robe, and a calm expression.
But at this moment, his brows were tightly furrowed, and it was obvious that his heart was not calm.
The head of the Yunxiao Sect in Southwest Province died suddenly and was beheaded by a sword. The head was transmitted three thousand miles away...Such a major event must be reported to the head.
But the reaction of the head of the Daoist sect was not the same as that of the Yuanying elders such as Elder Qingyi.
"Brother head, is there anything wrong?" Elder Qingyi asked: "The Yunxiao Sect is indeed a big piece of fat meat."
"Southwest Province is a barren land with a vast land and sparse population, but it can also support five Yuanying cultivators and one Huashen cultivator."
These conditions really made Elder Qingyi excited.
More believers mean that his cultivation is expected to improve further.
As the first elder to discover this, he may even have a chance to compete for the extra position of the God-Transforming Dao Lord.
Elder Qingwei also spoke up: "Besides, the Southwest Province is backed by the Hundred Thousand Mountains, which is a land of monsters."
The inheritance of the immortal way has never been cut off since ancient times.
There are already perfect methods for how to refine the skin, flesh, bones and blood of monsters.
For immortal cultivators, big monsters are full of treasures.
And the land of monsters like the Hundred Thousand Mountains is a huge treasure house.
"Master, if we don't move now, we will be beaten to it by other immortal gates!" Elder Qingyi urged.
He can be sure that the other immortal gates will react the same way as them when they receive the news.
For thousands of years, the biggest enemies of the major immortal gates have been each other.
In the eyes of mortal warriors, the nine major immortal gates have a common name, strangers.
But they have never been a whole, just like the ancient Dongyi, Nanman, Beidi and Xirong are all foreign races, but they are definitely not the same race.
Only those immortal monks who know each other's methods can crush each other to ashes and eat them up completely.
In the past, there were nineteen major sects in the nine heavens and ten earths in this world, but now there are only nine left. The ten immortal sects that have been destroyed are eaten by the winners.
"You are right." The head of the Dadao Sect naturally understands this truth.
One step slow, every step slow.
A little late, but you can't catch up with the hot shit.
But the head of the Dadao Sect is also the head of the immortal sect, and he is considering another thing.
"Daojun Yunxiao is not only a Divine Transformation cultivator, but also the headmaster of Yunxiao Sect."
"Divine Transformation cultivators are also divided into strong and weak, and immortal sects are also high and low, but after all, he is a person who can sit on the same level with me in status, how could he die so easily?"
"What about the foundation of Yunxiao Sect?" The headmaster of Dadao Sect frowned.
He is also a Divine Transformation Daojun.
It is precisely because he knows the means of Daojun Huashen and the rich foundation of the immortal sect that he has doubts.
After all, a person of the same level as him died just like that?
Doesn't this just lower the status of all the Divine Transformation cultivators out of thin air?
"Don't believe it completely if you doubt this matter." The headmaster of Dadao Sect finally spoke.
"Then...won't our Dadao Sect send someone to Southwest Province?" Elder Qingyi asked tentatively.
"Go, of course you have to go!" The head of the Dadao Sect said:
"Just let you be careful, so as not to fall into the ambush of the Yunxiao Sect."
Nowadays, it is popular for cultivators to hide their lives, who is not an old shady guy?
"Besides, there is another possibility..." The head of the Dadao Sect said lightly:
"That is, this matter is true, but Yunxiao Daojun capsized in the gutter and became the sacrifice of the Human King Sword, and the Yunxiao Sect in the Southwest Province is probably also strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and its foundation is deficient."
The head of the Dadao Sect looked deep.
The ancestors of the nine major immortal sects were really rich, and there were true immortals who ascended to the upper realm, and they also had a complete true immortal inheritance.
It's just that the decline of spiritual energy and the turmoil in the nine heavens and ten earths in the past were too much of a blow to the nine major immortal sects.
Nowadays, the highest level of cultivators in the Nine Provinces is the God Transformation Stage, and no one knows how much of the glory and foundation of other immortal sects are left.
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The Imperial Palace, the Golden Palace
As the sun sets, the glazed tiles on the Jinluan Palace gleam with blood-red light.
It is almost dusk now, the red clouds dye the sea red, and the sky is full of dusk.
One by one, the court officials hurriedly stepped on the white marble relief stone steps to enter the Jinluan Palace, and their movements were a little hurried.
Just now, these court officials suddenly received the emperor's order to enter the palace, and they all hurried here, not knowing what happened.
Occasionally, someone stopped to chat, and they all looked worried:
The Great Yan Dynasty has already been in decline, and it can even be said that only Zhongzhou is still under the control of the Great Yan Dynasty.
The emperor suddenly summoned the officials at this time, and they were not optimistic, thinking that something bad had happened.
"Lord Lou, have you heard any rumors? What is the matter that His Majesty summoned us this time?" A court official asked an acquaintance.
"Who knows?"
"It can't be that there are assassins entering the palace again?" Someone guessed.
The last time an assassin entered the palace, Emperor Yonghe died. Even the founding emperor of Great Yan revealed his true identity but was unable to stop the assassin.
Today, the emperor suddenly summoned him, and many court officials were actually a little uneasy.
Some courtiers looked at the sky unconsciously: It was almost dusk, and the atmosphere was gloomy, perhaps just like the Great Yan Dynasty today.
The young Emperor Wu Ping sat high on the dragon chair, looking down at the ministers in front of the palace. Although his childish face could not be called a bit of imperial majesty, it was still solemn.
Emperor Wu Ping is only fourteen years old this year, and he still cannot control the officials in the temple.
The eyes of the ministers actually fell more on Taizu Yan standing next to him.
Yan Taizu didn't talk much in the court in the past. Most of the time, he stood quietly and listened to the affairs.
It's just that he is the ancestor of this dynasty who has been hung in the portrait for hundreds of years. Even if he just stands beside him without saying a word, he puts huge pressure on the courtiers and they dare not make mistakes.
Today, the courtiers glanced at the Taizu of this dynasty from the corner of their eyes as usual...and then they discovered a fact that shocked them inexplicably:
Taizu Yan didn’t have the Human King Sword on his waist?
"How is this possible? The Human King Sword is an important weapon of the country. It has been worn by Taizu for many months and has never left his body. Why is it missing today?"
"Is it lost? It can't be that it's forgotten, right?" Some people thought of the golden light that broke through the sky from the direction of the palace earlier today, and their faces suddenly became much darker.
Taizu Yan ignored them and just looked at the sky outside the hall calmly.
"The time has come...come with me." He suddenly said.
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Yan Taizu strolled out of the hall, and Emperor Wu Ping also stood up from the dragon chair and followed behind.
The ministers didn't know why, but they had no choice but to follow the two men out of the palace, closely following them.
Look up.
But he saw a golden light flying from the horizon, just like the morning sun rising to illuminate the sky. The originally miserable red clouds were reflected, and the twilight atmosphere was swept away.
Yan Taizu stretched out his palm toward the sky.
In the astonished gazes of Emperor Wu Ping and his ministers, the golden light from the sky fell into his palm, like a baby swallow returning to its nest.
It's just that on the tip of the sword, there is an old Taoist head with disheveled hair.
Yan Taizu took off the head from the sword, holding the head in one hand and the Human King Sword in the other to look at it carefully.
The golden light on the Human King's sword has dimmed to the extreme at this time, and it can be said that there is nothing left in it.
It's just that although the light is faint, it gets brighter bit by bit as the faint light flows.
Taizu Yan turned around and looked at Emperor Wu Ping next to him, and then laughed loudly.
"My ancestors made the right bet! No... this was never a simple gamble." Emperor Wu Ping was also shocked.
He couldn't understand or figure out why he could win this bet, but he was greatly shocked.
"Where is the historian?" Yan Taizu suddenly said:
"Take notes!"
"What happened today should be a big mark in history!"
A historian hurriedly rolled out paper and ink, and wrote down a note based on the words of Taizu Yan:
"The first year of Wuping."
"The Yunxiao Sect in Southwest Prefecture is in chaos due to strangers. It snows in March and all life is devastated. Taizu gave him a sword three thousand miles away."
"Qiao Xinxin, the warrior of the Great Yan Dynasty, holds the King of Human Sword, kills the leader of the Yunxiao Sect, and returns to the sword three thousand miles away!"
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Half an hour later, in the royal study.
"Ancestor, I was wrong this time."
The young Emperor Wu Ping retreated to the imperial study room, facing Taizu Yan sincerely, fearing to admit his mistake.
"Admit your mistake? What's your mistake?" Taizu Yan looked at the Human King Sword in his hand without raising his eyes.
"My decision was wrong." Young Emperor Wu Ping said:
"If there is no ancestor to personally control it, if the Human King Sword is in my hand, I will control it."
"Then the King's Sword will eventually remain in its sheath, gradually collecting dust until the light dissipates."
These words were said sincerely, and the look on young Emperor Wu Ping's face was indeed sincere and sincere.
But Taizu Yan just stared at him expressionlessly.
Although Yan Taizu was a martial artist, he had been in a high position for many years, so it was naturally impossible for him to be ignorant of words and emotions, and to be worldly.
His status and prestige are so high that even today's young emperor is subconsciously trying to please him.
Although Emperor Wu Ping is young, he seems to be really smart now and not a fool.
"If you really feel that you are wrong, you don't have to tell me." Taizu Yan said calmly:
"Although you are only fourteen years old, you are already the Emperor of Great Yan. You have to take responsibility for all your choices whether they are right or wrong. Why do you need to admit your mistakes to me?"
Taizu Yan turned his back, fluttered his sleeves and left.
Over the past three hundred years, he has naturally made countless choices, both right and wrong.
Some mistakes can be corrected, and some mistakes can't be undone even by Yan Taizu.
Taizu Yan was not always strong, nor was he always at his peak. He had also become a complacent old man.
Later, he used the Qiao family as a mirror for each other, broke the shackles in his heart, and made breakthroughs in his martial arts and state of mind step by step.
Taizu Yan's thoughts were a little overwhelming. He stopped and turned his back to Emperor Wu Ping and said calmly:
"If you really feel that you are wrong...just think about it more in the future."
"If you use others as a mirror, you can understand gains and losses; if you use yourself as a mirror, you can know how to advance or retreat."
"To be trapped in the quagmire of the past is to tether yourself to a cocoon."
Emperor Wu Ping stood there blankly, looking at Taizu Yan's back, thoughtfully.
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Somewhere in Zhongzhou.
Two people were walking along a path in the forest, one in front and one behind.
The person walking in front was a middle-aged wealthy man with a friendly face, fanning himself with a black full-moon mask in his hand.
It was Li Gongde, the Zhongzhou Yuexuan Envoy of the Wu Ji Association.
The person following behind was a graceful girl.
The girl had red lips and white teeth, and was a natural beauty, but she looked a little lazy. There was no hairpin or hair ornament on her head, and her black hair was just tied into a neat ponytail.
Li Gongde led the way in front, and the girl behind followed slowly, which made the good-tempered Li Gongde urge her:
"Master Mingkong, take a few more steps, the inn is almost here."
The girl named Wu Mingkong was obviously not very interested, she just said "hmm", still thinking about the Tingchao Tower Martial Arts List in her hand.
"Uncle Li, did you say that Qiao Shi's a lot of gold, did he really kill the head of the Xianmen Sect? This is too shocking."
"He is not called Qiao Shi's a lot of gold... His name is Qiao Xinxin, and the two characters are pronounced as 'biased'." Li Gongde patiently explained.
"..... Do you think that the Qiao family lacks gold in their fate and is afraid of being poor, so they actually gave their family members so many names with gold in them." Wu Mingkong said casually:
"It's really hard to remember, why not call him Wu Jin... This time when I go to Taoyuan Villa in Xinanzhou to become a disciple, I'm afraid I will really have to call him Wu Jin Master."
Li Gongde opened his mouth and was a little speechless.
Speaking of the Qiao family's naming, the Wu family's naming is actually very problematic.
Most of the names given to their children by parents in this world are the expectations of their parents.
The names given to the adopted sons and daughters by the Martial Saint are actually in line with this principle.
Li Gongde has known the Martial Saint for many years and knows him well.
The world's understanding of the Martial Saint basically stays on his extremely high martial arts cultivation.
But in Li Gongde's opinion, the Martial Saint's talent and understanding are indeed not as amazing as the Sword Exiled Immortal.
It was only by relying on the "Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Secret" and "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Art" to absorb and devour other people's extraordinary skills that he broke through the shackles of his own talent and came to where he is today.
In his opinion, the most brilliant point of the Martial Saint himself is not his martial arts cultivation, but his vision as a famous martial arts teacher, which can be called the Bole of martial arts.
Wu Qingxin, Wu Qizheng, Wu Qiankun, Wu Mingkong and other names are not chosen at random, but represent the expectations of the Martial Saint for them.
But these expectations often fail.
Wu Qingxin's weakness is his unclear state of mind, while Wu Qi is "using strange and tricky techniques to practice upright ways". In such a chaotic world, people who practice upright ways are destined to be willing to become scapegoats for the Martial Saint...
The names of Wu Qiankun and Wu Mingkong are both extraordinary.
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