Today I hold the world

"What did you say? Want to change the ancestral rules?"

In the sleeping tent, Jiang Yuzhou stood up anxiously as if he was meditating, with his sword eyebrows low and dignified, he took two steps back and forth, and felt that he had lost his stability in front of his disciples, so he lightly stroked his short beard and sat back on the couch.

"You tell me all the rumors that have been circulating outside these days."

Lu Linjiao in the tent paused for a few breaths, organized his words and said:

"Probably three days ago, rumors began to circulate in the army, saying that our sect had won a big victory this time, regaining the huge third-tier top-grade spiritual land Qingling Mountain, and our family fortune increased by tens or even hundreds of times. It was the time when there was an urgent shortage of manpower to do things. Therefore, in the past, many disciples of the outer sects of Tanlang Temple said that the master master was going to expand the sect, reform the rules of the sect, and no longer establish a distinction between inner and outer sects.

Some people also said that the head of the sect wants to merge the ten vassal allies of the past into our sect, and jointly inherit the Chilongmen's thousand-year-old orthodoxy. Operational matters can be easily solved.

Uh... Even big names like Gao Ding are participating in the discussion of this matter..."

Sitting on the couch, Jiang Yuzhou's face was deep and he didn't say a word. After listening to Lu Linjiao's detailed explanation, many distracting thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Master, is this matter very harmful to us?" After all, Lu Linjiao is not experienced enough, and he can't see any long-term impact. He was proud to build the foundation early when he saw his master attaching great importance to this matter, and he knew that there must be something in it deep meaning.

Jiang Yuzhou is now a middle-aged man through and through. No matter how proud and self-reliant he was when he was young, he has become quite scheming at this time, so he can't see what this rumor means.

"Of course there is no harm, but I am afraid there are not many benefits. In the past few days, you have devoted yourself to doing the job he entrusted to you. After returning to Huai Mountain, go and give pointers to Jiang Ming's practice."

Jiang Yuzhou sighed faintly. During the meeting the day before yesterday, he only felt some subtle changes in Zhong Ziyan, but after hearing this today, he knew that the senior master who had to do everything personally in the past and valued love and righteousness for stability was probably fading away. And the newborn is the leader of a Taoist sect who is about to use power to seek hegemony over Dongzhou.

The moment Lu Linjiao listened to the order and was about to step out of the big tent, he heard a rather serious sentence in his ear:

"Linjiao, as a teacher, the foundation has been successfully established. This battle has a glimpse of the golden alchemy road. After everything is over, I will seek the opportunity to form an alchemy. No matter how the sect develops in the future, the Tanlang Hall must remain in our hands !"

Lu Linjiao nodded his head emphatically, and walked out of the tent, leaving only the short-bearded middle-aged man sitting on the back of the tent with his hands hanging down.

He rarely showed a confused expression, and recalled his youth in his mind, and the memories were like fleeting memories, as if he wanted to find some clues in the past fate, and finally he had no choice but to murmur:

"Master, master, I hope my faction can bear the price you have done today..."

******

In the early morning of the next day, from the bottom to the top of the Qingling Mountain, crossed the clouds, and then swept towards the west at the speed of light to overlook, like a true line of karma in the dark, this flying sword passed through time and space from a distance, and turned into a sword. The paper flew to Huaishan Tibetan Wind Plain.

At this time, on the Zangfeng Mountain, the snow is still and the clouds are rising, and the aura is ethereal. A cool wind blows across the square, bypasses the Longya Tianbei, and arrives at the Yellow Dragon Hall in an instant.

As soon as a steady and thick palm picked up tea from the table by the window, there was a volume of confidential letters in front of him that he looked forward to day and night like years.

Jian Yong didn't care about drinking, he wanted to open the letter instantly, but he hesitated while pinching the formula with the other hand, he paused for three breaths, after all he skillfully hit out the idea, the contents of the letter floated in light and shadow, and jumped into his mind.

"Master Jianyong, Bo Rong, his disciple Wei Jin personally played:

This time the army of the Eastern Expedition moved to Qianye Mountain four days ago and completely recovered the ancestral land of Fuzhou. From then on, it will start from the Sishuizong in the west and go to Beiheling Road at the entrance of the Puyang River in the east.

Since the day before yesterday, the head of the sect ordered his disciples and Senior Brother Lu to supervise the return trip. The key points have been pointed out, and the matter is of great importance. The disciples took notes overnight...

Although the east is fixed now, the situation is not yet stable. The head of the sect ordered his disciples to tell their masters, be careful about the opportunity of celebration, and can recruit low-level skilled workers to transport them to the east, but there are three fundamental things that cannot be touched...

……

... The disciple has a selfish heart, although he speaks lightly, but he is doing things for the head of the sect, and please secretly search for the high-level elixir to supplement the military...

Brother Lu said that the army will return to Huaishan in two months, and that all rewards and merits and demerits will be finalized at that time...

With such a chance of enlightenment, I can allow my disciples to practice handwriting, I feel so grateful, I can't help but say, I only hope that my school will flourish, and the dragon soul will prosper...

Disciple Xie Jin Shu worshiped. "

……

With a bang, there was a crisp sound of cups breaking in the huge Yellow Dragon Hall, and You Daotong hurried in after hearing the sound, only to see that the eyes of the master and uncle of the hall, who usually didn't smile much, were rosy, and he was extremely excited.

The little boy didn't know whether to be scared or happy, he was stunned for three breaths, and hurried over to pick up the teacup.

"It's okay, go and tell the disciples of the watchtower in Zhengdongjia of the mountain gate to ring the dragon bell 49 times, and tell the core disciples in charge of all the five halls in the mountain to discuss matters in the Tianshu Hall."

As soon as the little boy left, the originally quiet atmosphere in the hall was instantly filled with heat and excitement, and the aura of blue, brown and yellow flew wildly and unscrupulously.

The light in Jian Yong's eyes was shining brightly, and it seemed to be burning like a fire. He just stood there motionless for half a moment.

Then he slowly restrained his breath, sat firmly on the chair, and the memories of more than 60 years ago flooded into his mind like a flood.

It was a rainy night, and the old man Shouyuan lying on the bed was about to die of illness, and as his only personal disciple whom he cared for, he was helpless.

Jian Yong clearly remembered what the master murmured at that time: "If it is really inevitable, you should also follow the rules and take Ying'er away from the mountain gate to make a living and seek the Tao. It was expected to be wrong."

On that rainy night, illness took away the old man's life, and he lost his absolute support in the door. Since then, he has been cautious, and his daily contact is only with another favorite female nun, Fu Ying.

After a few years, Qingling Mountain was indeed breached, the mountain gate was destroyed, and blood flowed all over the mountains and fields. Fu Ying refused to surrender because of her arrogance, and was murdered secretly by the people in the door. She didn't know who did it, so she followed Tao The uncle went down the mountain and left.

In a blink of an eye, the two Jiazi lived like this. Now that the ancestral court is restored, and recalling the past, the endless depression and sorrow dissipated in an instant, leaving only long-lasting nostalgia and emptiness.

"The leader is really a generation of outstanding people~"

While lamenting and clearing up his mood, Jian Yong contemplated the original life of the sea. In the quiet volume of "Lantai Secret Code", there were already three frames of condensed mantras, and the fourth character was almost complete at this moment.

That is a "fixed" word.

Since the establishment of the foundation, with the development of the sect day by day, he has experienced many hardships. The characters engraved in his natal training have the four characters "日", "月", "合" and "定". He can clearly feel that, The day when the final character is engraved is when the knot is approaching.

An hour later, in the wide square of Chilongmen on Zangfeng Mountain, a group of disciples and guests from outside the sect were discussing in groups.

In the Tianshu Hall, Du Lan, Kong Que, Tang Lin, Meng Wa, Zhou Hong, Chang Yun, Su Lie, Suning, Zhou E, Yu Xiang, Wei Changsheng and other core personnel in charge of the five halls who can come are all on the list. on the spot.

Ringing the dragon bell is something that happens only when there is a big event in the door. On weekdays, when something happens, the dragon bell rings at most three times. Since moving here for decades, only at the beginning of the mountain, it has been knocked up to nine times.

Now there are 49 knocks at once, which means that there is a major event about the survival of the school. With such a movement, many merchants and cultivators in the plain below the mountain hurriedly gathered outside the mountain gate, wanting to see the excitement.

When Jian Yong rushed to the Tianshu Hall, Zhang Chou, Fan Wujiu, Shang Fuhai, Chu Liuxian and Li Shouxin were waiting outside.

"Hahaha, brother Jane, what is the big deal that you actually make such a big commotion with your disciples?"

Zhang Chou tucked his hands in his robe, the essence of his mouse eyes was flowing, his curiosity was outrageous.

Jian Yong responded with a smile: "It is a major event related to the development of the sect."

Seeing that Zhang Chou secretly pushed Li Shouxin who was beside him, and Li Shouxin had never been good at dealing with people, and his expression was rather difficult, so he guessed the other party's intentions.

If there is any happy event in the family recently, except for today's one, it is Li Shouxin's accidental success in foundation building.

He had thought that he had failed many times, but he was hopeless, but he was born from death, and he was lucky enough to build a foundation before his life energy was completely exhausted.

Looking at the young man with regenerated hair in front of him, Jian Yong smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and even glanced at the old man Shang Fuhai, who was smirking beside him, and said:

"Shou Xin and Liu Xian go in, the three elder brothers, just wait a little bit, it will be to everyone's benefit if the head of the sect returns after a while."

As soon as these words came out, the final word was finalized, and the three of them laughed happily, thanking and praising Jian Yong all the time.

Jian Yong led two young people into the hall. At this time, both men and women in the hall were nervous and excited.

Seeing that the complexion of the master of Huanglong Palace, who had assumed power in the sect for many years, had changed drastically from his usual calm, they all paid full attention.

Jian Yong stepped up to the main seat, sat down slowly, paused for three breaths and said: "The battle in the east is over~"

Everyone in the hall kept their eyes on each other, held their breath, and waited for Jian Yong to say the more important sentence. He lived up to his expectations. After taking five breaths with a sullen face, he laughed and said, "And we won!"

Boom~

The atmosphere in the audience exploded, and everyone let out their pent-up breath, laughing and applauding.

Then came the lengthy planning and arrangement...

Several old men outside the hall paced back and forth, especially that Fan Wujiu, who was about to scratch his head with his hands.

"Oh, I said, Old Fan, don't walk around and shake your eyes, listen to the shouting inside, it is obvious that the war in the east is settled, and it is [-]% victorious, we just wait for Master Zhong to come back and celebrate together .”

Fan Wujiu forced a smile, "Brother Dao said, I'm just happy."

In fact, he was cursing Zhang Shou's eighteenth-generation ancestors in his heart. This old man was uncomfortable standing up and talking, and it was not because his apprentice Xin Yunzi was brought into the Red Dragon Gate Core Disciple Rights Center.

There is also the fat man who is a profiteer on the side, and his relationship is stronger than that of Zhang Shou. His blood relatives and descendants were directly sent in, and he will not follow the rise of Chilongmen in the future.

Only I have no relatives, friends and apprentices, and the child I found with great difficulty in the past few years unexpectedly died prematurely for no reason, what a pity.

The three old men who were guests were happy and sad.

The cold wind blows from north to south across the Tibetan Wind Plain, across Shanghe City, Huaiyang City, Huaiyin River, Yijiang Mountain, and Jubao City, all the way south to Yumo City, along the direction of Chang who is sitting on the tower drinking wine. Free head further south blowing.

From the sea of ​​chaotic souls to the nameless hills and then to the sky over the moonless swamp, a new round of demonic energy covering the sky and covering the sun is attacking the north.

Waiting for them will always be the fat man who is a fat man with sword energy like a rainbow and a vermilion gourd on his back.

But this time things seem to be different.

******

Two months later, in the Puyang River Basin of Dongzhou, Chilongmen was famous in various cultivation cities, big and small squares, and clans of cultivation forces.

The leaders of the various factions at the first level of Jindan are the most concerned. After all, the rise of new forces indicates that in the next few decades or even hundreds of years, the cultivation resources here will be reshuffled, whether large or small.

The Liu family has been operating here for hundreds of years, and the interests involved behind it are so complicated. This momentary cessation can make many people feel uncomfortable, and it also makes many people feel happy.

Business and diplomatic relations are very technically challenging. Zhong Ziyan is not very good at it, so those who come to make contacts will return gifts and register temporarily. When the operation of the mountain gate is stable next year, he plans to arrange for a suitable person to take up this position.

At this time, the end of the year was approaching, and it was not far from Chilongmen's Birthday Festival and Shangyuan Festival, and the whole Fuzhou had been cleaned up.

The new guard formation on Qingling Mountain has been completed, and the glow of the sun has risen sharply for three days.

If you want to talk about the feeling of grandeur, it must be better now than before.

The scenery of the seven pools and four peaks has been roughly restored. Thousands of monks worked together to build it, and all kinds of builders and puppet-moving people used everything that could be used.

If it weren't for the fact that Qianye Mountain in the northeast hadn't disappeared completely, no one would feel that Qingling Mountain had just experienced a war not long ago.

People are always so forgetful, so it is of course best to leave some imprints, lest idiots who remember to eat but not hit hit me and make a mess.

In the early morning, when the wind and snow subsided, cloud boats floated above the Qiqiao Peak reception platform, on which more than [-] people were ready to go.

Today's Qiqiao Peak is no longer called by this name, but has been changed to Tianji Peak, and the other three peaks have also been changed to Tianshu Peak, Tianxuan Peak, and Tianquan Peak. This idea was given by Qingsongzi , based on his experience of traveling around mountains, rivers and seas for hundreds of years, in fact, Qingling Mountain can use artificial peaks to form a seven-star array.

As long as it is carefully designed, with the blessing of the mountain protection array, it will definitely be several times stronger than the previous defense ability.

So since last month, the task of building Yuheng, Yaoguang, and Kaiyang three peaks has been announced, and it will be completed in about half a year.

And at that time, it will be the time when Chilongmen invites all the factions in the Puyang River area to come and watch the ceremony.

"It has been postponed for more than a month, but the preparations are finally relatively complete. Uncle Master, you can issue orders!"

Song Yingxing stood on the reception platform and respectfully returned to his command. The troops that had been assembled earlier had each occupied the Yunzhou, and it was time to go back.

Zhong Ziyan was dressed in black snow fur, looked back at Qingsongzi, Jiang Yuzhou, and Qiu Mingzi who stayed behind to help guard the mountain gate, and patted Song Yingxing on the shoulder:

"It will take you a while here for the time being, and there are so many vulgar things. It will be easier when I call in people!"

Song Yingxing said with a smile: "What's the matter with the sect master, this is what I should do."

He felt in his heart that what the Sect Leader said meant that everything from now on would be left to him to take care of.

Behind him, Jiang Yuzhou, who was standing among the two Jindan old cultivators, had a worried face, and could not be relieved of the news from Huai Shanfei half a month ago.

The wind swayed his robe, and Zhong Ziyan flew onto the Chilong with the support of Chrysanthemum Kui. His eyes were calm and deep, like the vast sea of ​​stars.

Return to Huaishan!

As the army set out, the group of cloud boats turned around and headed west, the mountain peaks under their feet became smaller and smaller, the air flow in the clouds surged, and the sea of ​​clouds slowly rolled like fog.

When the sun is born in the early morning, like a dragon raising its head and a phoenix spreading its wings, the sky is blue and green, which makes people feel open-minded and comfortable.

The monks on the various cloud boats came out, and some climbed onto the splint platform. Liu Xiaoheng couldn't help howling, "The red dragon is mighty!"

Then a group of people roared and howled again, and the shouts shook the sky, resounding through the sky.

Li Changge looked at the looming dark green texture on the back of this best friend's neck, which was getting deeper and deeper, almost imperceptible, and he was worried.

In fact, it's not just the pair of them who are worrying and hiding their hearts, more casual cultivators have accumulated secret wounds and lost relatives and friends, countless of them.

But at this time, there is a big victory and a rich harvest. Every life is inspired and empathetic, which is not exciting.

Lying in the boat room, Zhong Ziyan listened to everyone's shouts, thinking of the monk alliance under the two mountains of Buried Qingling and Qianye, and the tragic crying a few months ago, and sighed:

"Human life is like a torrent of wood, seeking joy, suffering, sorrow and joy in the finite, how trivial and respectable~"

Fengyun carried them all the way to the west, returning to the happy land of Liangjiazilong.