Today I hold the world

This mountain has no name at all. Going back 200 years, when there were hidden forces of Buddhism, we only heard the names of Lanruo Temple and Huanglongtan, and no one ever said what the name of the mountain was.

"This place is adjacent to the borders of ordinary countries, and our generation of cultivators should be isolated from it. Some of the soldiers are stationed in Huanglongtan, and some have already gone to the northeast. The three of you are now in the late stage of Qi training. Think twice before acting. This battle should end in person, so as not to lose your life."

When the three of them heard these words, they were all obviously grateful. It was indeed a great honor for them as juniors to receive such words of care.

"Senior, it turns out that your real name is Zhong. The second brother said that you are the head of a faction. I didn't believe it before." Zhu Mingkong looked around, like a civet cat who has just entered the world, both novel and nervous.

Zhong Ziyan quickly brought the three of them to the top of the back mountain cliff, and pointed to the large tents stationed outside the lake in front of him, "Here we are, there will be someone to pick you up and three of you later, remember that Mo Duo made trouble, and the army will set off in two days , you can go with the army."

The top of the mountain is wide, and several large caves have been newly opened. The three areas are guarded by hardy monks. The three of them met their eyes and avoided them unnaturally. They all knew that their brothers could not fight against those people.

What made them even more fascinated was that there were nearly two or three hundred tents, large and small, stationed around the lake, and they could feel the surging spiritual pressure without closing their eyes. Li Mofang was emotional:

"When a man is alive, he should have had a vigorous fight with these thousands of comrades. Senior Qingfeng has changed his identity and become much gentler. This is not the posture of fighting!"

This was a rare bright moment for Li Mofang. He never thought that he would dare to talk to Jindan Patriarch like this before, but in this situation, the timing was right, and he couldn't control it.

Zhong Ziyan stroked his beard and looked at a figure flying up from the bottom of Huanglongtan, and smiled at Li Mofang, "It's really the moment of life and death, I hope you still have this kind of backbone."

The figures under the cliff quickly floated to the ground, Zhong Ziyan pointed at the three of them, and ordered: "Ying Xing, these three are my distinguished guests from the Chilongmen, please let them be settled, and don't let them get hurt."

Song Yingxing bent down to accept the order, and brought the three of them back to leave. Li Mofang wanted to say something, but seeing that Senior Zhong had already turned and left, he had no choice but to give up, feeling quite discouraged.

The three of them were dragged by Song Yingxing and fell all the way beside the Huanglongtan water stream. After all, there was some age difference between the two parties. Song Yingxing said calmly: "I am the deacon of the Guanxing Hall of the Greedy Wolf Hall of the Red Dragon Gate. The three of you are distinguished guests, first come to the guest account and wait for half an hour, let me arrange a special person to guard your safety."

Kindness is kindness, but Song Yingxing's words could not be refuted by the three of them. Li Tao and Li Tao looked at each other, and they didn't intend to ask for any extra errands.

Walking along the lake for a stick of incense, they came to the forest covered with heavy snow. There were more than a dozen red tents lined up in a row, each separated by many small formations. The three of them were arranged in the easternmost tent.

"This is the last one, and it will be wronged for a while, and there will be wars, maybe even this condition is not available, haha, I will take care of other affairs first."

Song Yingxing made some arrangements and left straight away.

After the people left, the big tent was wide, and Zhu Mingkong slumped in the banquet, "Not to mention, the journey is a bit tiring, big brother and second brother, sit down and rest for a while."

The three of them each found a comfortable place and sat cross-legged comfortably. They were all born in Yexiu, and they were used to being at ease. When they came to this majestic army by chance, it was inevitable that they would be restrained.

Li Mofang praised, "When we attacked Qingling Mountain with the Xianju Gate, how could we have imagined that we would be treated like this today? When we were first caught by Senior Zhong and Senior Chang, we almost peed in our pants.

The army of thousands of monks is three to five times larger than the one a few years ago. I heard that there are four or five other army formations, each of which has 8000 to [-] people. "

But for those cultivators in the field, participating in group incidents is somewhat inferior. People in this world have always respected the birth of a famous family, and Li and Zhu never thought that they could be associated with such a powerful force in their entire lives.

Zhu Mingkong nodded in agreement: "Brother, look at how powerful Master Zhong is. Let's find a mountain in the future and recruit some disciples to establish a sect. Waiting for three to fifty years is not a legitimate family."

"Well, it's time to make this plan. Second, when the time comes, you will go back and help your brothers more. I have already thought about it. When Qingling Mountain is captured, you will hang out with Chilongmen first, and Yin Bao'er and I will go." Makino Malin pulls the team, after we all build the foundation, we will buy a mountain and live a good life, if we really want to develop in the long run, we have to start a sect like Master Zhong!"

Li Mofang couldn't help looking forward to the good times in the future, Tao Yuanming just smiled, he has always acted pessimistically and cautiously, and he has not yet seen the certainty of victory in this battle.

The three brothers chatted and laughed for a few rounds in this big tent, and time passed unconsciously. Song Yingxing sent a thin middle-aged man in the early stage of foundation establishment. I had never heard of the cemetery of the deceased, seeing that the man's face was cold and not easy to get along with, so he had to salute and thank him, and then the two parties were silent, quietly waiting for the evening arrangement.

******

At noon, on the mountainside not far from Huanglongtan, blue smoke rose from the backyard of Lanruo Ancient Temple. It was cooking smoke, which is used by ordinary people to make fire and cook food.

Brothers and sisters Gu Santong, Zhong Shouyi, and Zhong Shouling have lived here for more than five years, and the power of time has left traces on Gu Santong's body and face. Although he is already a peak existence in the ranks of mortals, he has no spiritual roots After all, he will not live long.

"Girl, it's time to eat. Stewed yellow sprouts and winter bamboo shoots will make you grow taller!"

This is Gu Santong's favorite words all the time, just like persuading a child. Whenever his burly body sits in the small kitchen and waits for the Zhong brothers and sisters, the temperament of a martial arts master is swept away. Only the kind and uncoordinated old aunt's posture is left.

Out of the room, a little girl like an elf popped out, wearing a willow blue padded jacket, with her mouth curled up: "If you don't eat bamboo shoots, it's not good."

Zhong Shouyi, who had already finished striding the horses and shooting the snow stakes, walked in from the courtyard, and sat calmly on the wooden table with the freshly beaten snow rabbit and said, "Teeth ages quickly, and you will become an old woman."

Zhong Shouling subconsciously covered his chest, and glanced at the steaming bamboo shoots on the disk, "Eat as much as you want, why curse others."

The three of them ate in peace, during the dinner there were also anecdotes from Gu Santong's mouth, and they generally spent the past five or six years like this.

For Zhong Shouyi, he matured earlier than most of his peers, because he knew that Uncle Tong and his sister could not cultivate immortality without spiritual roots, and would eventually be isolated in the future. It is not easy to give up when separating.

As far as Zhong Shouling is concerned, the more taciturn his brother is, the more he needs to be gentle and mischievous to attract attention and care. Without his parents, he now only has two and a half relatives left. Not as reliable as Uncle Tong.

The two brothers and sisters have their own ideas, and Gu Santong was entrusted by Zhong Ziyan to take care of them, and he did his best, treating them as his own.

The girl's temperament gradually developed, and she will be self-willed, but whenever she encounters big right and wrong, she has the roots of wisdom and will not fool around.

Although the life in Lanruo Temple is dull, but the girl has Xincheng to go to, and she goes to school to make friends every now and then, so she is not lonely.

After lunch, Zhong Shouyi took the snow rabbit to pickle the leg hair, and Zhong Shouling followed suit.

Gu Santong cleaned up the dishes, washed the pots and pans, and then sat in the kitchen in a daze.

The older he gets, the less interested he is in studying martial arts by himself. It's not that he is lazy, but that his skill has reached its peak, and he can't break through even if he practices it again. Without the blessing of spiritual roots, he can't use spiritual energy. Even if he practices for another 20 years, he is still as good as a bamboo It's not empty in the end.

So he changed the meaning of living. In the past, he practiced martial arts to reach the top of Qiongfeng, but now he cultivated Zhong Shouling to reach the peak of martial arts.

Unknowingly, a middle-aged Taoist with slightly white temples sat beside him, and Gu Santong hurriedly stood up to perform the salute, "Senior."

"Hahaha, there's no need to be too polite. I've troubled you all these years. They are about to grow up." Zhong Ziyan stroked his beard and looked at the two brothers and sisters gathered together outside the courtyard.

"Where, it's the junior's blessing to be able to teach them, are you... not busy today?" Gu Santong asked tentatively.

Zhong Ziyan nodded, "I plan to go north tomorrow night, and I won't be back in a short time, so I have to ask you to take care of them."

"This is what it should be." Gu Santong bent down again to perform the salute.

He can't cultivate immortals, but he has a clear understanding of the realm in it. An identity like Senior Zhong is rare even in the fairy gate. The blessings of repair.

The kitchen hall was silent for a long time, Zhong Ziyan got up and looked out of the door with his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "The spiritual root is limited, knowing that the more things happen in the realm of cultivation, the more uncomfortable it may be for you.

Can you still hold on? "

Gu Santong's complexion gradually became serious, and then he became ashamed, and sighed heavily, "I know that there is such a magnificent world, but I can't experience it for myself, the younger generation really regrets it.

It's just that the world is unfair, and the soul can't help itself, it's useless. "

……

Seeing that the mountain-like figure by the door stopped making a sound, Gu Santong knew that even if he was as strong as Senior Zhong, nothing could be changed.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Ziyan said: "There is a regular order in the world, and those who have spiritual roots are not necessarily luckier than ordinary people.

All kinds of reasons in this world have their destiny. If you really want to continue to practice, there is no way out. It's just that the bigger your desire, the more expensive you will be. Can you afford it? "

Gu Santong's mood was agitated, and he plopped on his knees, "If there is a way, this junior is willing to bear it."

Zhong Ziyan turned his head and took a deep look at him, the yin and yang in his eyes changed, like reincarnation in an ancient well, he couldn't see the color clearly: "This "Yellow Corpse Classic" was written by a disciple of my sect on his deathbed, and in it there is a way to cultivate the truth by turning mortal bodies into yin objects. If you really make up your mind, maybe you can try it.”

After all, the figure drifted away, and Gu Santong saw a red wheel roller on the table. When he opened it, there was a huge yellow-haired zombie drawn at the beginning of the chapter, and the yellow corpse scripture was marked on the lower left corner with the word "Red Dragon Gate Gouyou" For', presumably it is the person who specializes in writing.