Looking at his son's slightly dazed eyes, Mu Zhi, the lord of Yichen Mansion, pinched his son's immature face, and said with a smile: "Fan'er, you don't have to worry about this matter, it won't be long before there will be a war on the front line! I only ask you, are you afraid of going into battle to kill the enemy?"

Mu Fan tried his best to puff up his chest and said loudly: "Father, Fan'er doesn't know, but Fan'er will definitely try to prove himself!"

"It's worthy of being my Mu Zhi's son!" The lord of Yichen Mansion patted Mu Fan's shoulder with satisfaction and said, "Okay, you continue to practice, at the latest, within a year, the front line ...... There will be war!"

The old general Mu Zhi sighed, turned around and walked out.

Yilan country thunder land house.

Ji Long, the sixty-six-year-old lord of the mansion, was walking towards the gloomy basement of the mansion with a torch in his left hand, and his legs were still trembling as he walked.

With a "squeak", a crack was opened as the rusty iron door of the basement was pushed open, and a stale, damp smell came to the nostrils.

Ji Long resisted the feeling of nausea, waved his right hand and slapped the tip of his nose, and forcefully pushed open the iron door of the basement.

The iron door was pushed open completely, and the basement was pitch black, and in this darkness, the only light came from two points of scarlet light.

These two points of scarlet light saw someone appear, and suddenly they scurried, bringing out two scarlet tracks from the depths of the pitch-black basement, and then a black shadow hit Jilong's neck.

Ji Long, the lord of the Thunder Soil Mansion, was shocked and exclaimed, "Lord Zhi, I am Ji Long!"

The voice came out, and the two points of scarlet light suddenly stopped, and a beautiful face appeared in front of Ji Long.

"Ji Long, why did you run down by yourself this time? Didn't I tell you, there is nothing else, don't come to disturb my cultivation! If you were eaten by me just now, it would be your own bad luck!" The voice was cold, without a trace of emotion, it was the voice of the snake demon Zhizhi who was frightened back by the water master and the fire master in the Thunder Soil Mansion back then.

Ji Long was frightened in his heart, and did not dare to enter the basement, so he only stood by the door and said respectfully: "Lord Zhiyi, I have come to ask for something!"

Say. The snake demon said in an indifferent voice.

"Lord Zhiyi, it has been thirty-six years since I was thirty years old when I was the head of this Thunder Soil Mansion. I, Jilong, have had a rich life, and I only have a thirteen-year-old son under my knees. Lord Zhiyi, when I was seventy years old, my son Jiqiu had only turned seventeen, and according to the laws of Yilan Kingdom, Qiu'er would never be able to succeed to the position of Lord of the Thunder Soil Mansion at this age, so ......" Jilong's words paused, and he shivered at the perfect beautiful face of the snake demon Zhiqiu.

"Go on!" snorted impatiently.

"Yes, yes!" Ji Long, the lord of the Thunder Soil Mansion, continued in fear: "Therefore, in order for Qiu'er to inherit the position of the Lord of the Thunder Soil Mansion, I will unite several ministers to instigate the current Emperor Guchen to launch a war against the Southern Mutang Kingdom. When the time comes, as long as Qiu'er has made great military achievements, she will naturally inherit the position of the lord of the Thunder Soil Mansion, and Lord Zhi Zhi can still enjoy the worship of my Thunder Soil Mansion here!"

The snake demon Zhizhi said contemptuously and coldly: "I really don't understand that you humans, for your own little benefit, only know how to kill each other. Say, what do you need me to do for you? Do you want to assassinate the opposing boss before the war starts?"

"No, no, no," Ji Long hurriedly said: "This time, the overseer of the Mutang Kingdom must be Mu Zhi, the lord of the Yichen Mansion, and the commander of the other party must be his son Mu Fan." Mu Zhi, like me, was also worried about his son's succession to the position of lord of the Yichen Mansion, so we secretly had an agreement, so there was this war!"

Hearing this, the snake demon Zhizhi said angrily: "I don't care what conspiracy you are doing behind your back, you just need to tell me what I need to do!"

Ji Long hurriedly said, "Lord Zhiyi, you only need to ensure Qiu'er's safety on the battlefield. As soon as the war starts, some people will die on both sides of the war, creating the appearance that the frontline is tight, and deceiving the emperors of the two countries. After a year or two of fighting, the two sides will hold peace talks, and that's it. It's just that the sword soldiers have no eyes, for Qiu'er's safety, so please ask Lord Zhiyu to bother more!"

A contemptuous smile appeared on the beautiful face of the snake demon Zhizhi, and said, "That's it, nothing else?"

Ji Long, the lord of the Thunder Yang Mansion, said: "That's just this matter, Lord Zhi, I will come again on the day of the war." ”

The beautiful face of the snake demon Zhizhi slowly disappeared into the darkness, and a cold voice came from the depths of the basement: "Jilong, starting tomorrow, you will send me fifty big living people every month!"

Ji Long, the lord of the Thunder Soil Mansion, was taken aback: "Five, fifty, only fifty a year before!"

The voice of the snake demon Zhizhi sounded and said: "One less, when the time comes, I will be hungry, maybe I will eat your precious son on the battlefield!"

Ji Long broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly agreed: "Yes, yes, Lord Zhiyi, I will send you fifty living people in every month in the future!"

Seeing that there was no sound in the pitch-black basement, Ji Long, the lord of the Thunder Soil Mansion, slowly retreated.

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In the territory of Mutang country, close to the southern wilderness jungle, on Longhu Mountain, the incense is prosperous, and the tourists are weaving.

After a drizzle, Longhu Mountain is filled with the fresh breath after the rain, bright flowers are either dotted in the green grass, or bloom in the lush branches, competing to spit out in the rain and dew, welcoming batches of pilgrims.

Good men and women came to offer incense with devotion on their faces. There were wealthy officials and merchants, dressed in silk and satin, who walked up the mountain with charity under the shouting of a large group of servants; there were also poor people who had worries about life in their eyes, but they still refused to extinguish the glimmer of hope in their hearts.

In the back mountain of Longhu Mountain, in the true immortal temple that has been expanded, there is a contemporary heavenly master of the "Heavenly Master Dao" - Zhang Zonghao.

Hundreds of years have passed, and Zhang Zonghao is now a veteran of cultivation, but the vicissitudes of life that are full of the depths of his eyebrows are often ignored by many young Heavenly Master Dao disciples.

A twenty-three- or four-year-old young disciple led a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenagers into the lead, and the young man bowed down and said, "Master, the disciple has followed the instructions of the master and brought the junior brothers and sisters here. ”

Zhang Zonghao's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and a trace of essence flashed. Heavenly Master Zhang Zonghao glanced at the many disciples in front of him, and finally his gaze fell on the disciple who was the leader, and nodded and praised: "Ruoshui, you are very good." This time, the teacher has summoned you here because I have something to announce. ”

"Master, please speak. ”

"Master, please speak. ”

“......”

This group of disciples spoke one after another.

Zhang Zonghao slowly closed his eyes and said: "The three heavenly tribulations for the teacher are coming, there are 'Heaven and Earth Flag' and 'Demon Slaying Demon Sword', and there is no suspense for the teacher's tribulation. It's just that there is one thing that has been on the mind of the teacher, so that it has gradually become a demonic obstacle, hindering the teacher's entry. ”

The eldest disciple Zhang Ruoshui asked respectfully: "I don't know what the master is troubled by? ”

Zhang Zonghao closed his eyes for a long time, and said with a little excitement: "Since the first generation of patriarchs created the 'Heavenly Master Dao', my Longhu Mountain has been inheriting three Zhen Sect magic weapons......"

"Three?" These disciples were taken aback when they heard this, and they all said, "Isn't there only two?"

"Yes, Master, isn't it the two magic weapons of 'Heaven and Earth Mirror' and 'Demon Slaying and Demon Suppression Sword'?

“......”

The eldest disciple Zhang Ruoshui waved his hand to signal everyone to silence, bowed down and asked, "Master, the disciple is not puzzled, please speak clearly." ”

Zhang Zonghao sighed and said: "This third magic weapon, called 'Ruyi Yin-Yang Mirror', can peek into the mysteries of heaven and earth. The patriarch of the founding sect once said in the codex that this treasure is far more powerful than the 'Heaven and Earth Banner' and the 'Demon Slaying Demon Sword'. It's just that hundreds of years ago, the 'Ruyi Yin-Yang Mirror' was lost in a catastrophe......"

Without waiting for the many disciples to speak, Master Zhang Zonghao said again: "What the teacher wants to say this time is that you are skilled in the seven humane laws, and you can already go down the mountain and do the way, from tomorrow, you will go down the mountain and do the road." Remember, I, the Heavenly Master, take it as my mission to maintain the stability of the human world, and if you go down the mountain this time, if you encounter demons and evils, you can get rid of them. At the same time, the teacher also hopes that you can find the whereabouts of the 'Ruyi Yin-Yang Mirror'. Whoever can find this treasure for the 'Heavenly Master Dao', after the teacher ascends, the position of the next generation of Heavenly Master will be passed on to whom!"

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples were shocked and excited, and they all jumped up, only the eldest disciple Zhang Ruoshui's heart sank, and his face was a little unnatural.

Zhang Zonghao said: "Okay, you go back and clean up, and go down the mountain tomorrow, and find a quiet place for the teacher to go through the three tribulations." ”

After the disciples left, Zhang Zonghao opened his eyes and sighed: "Alas, I don't know if this decision is wrong or right. It's just that the 'Ruyi Yin-Yang Mirror' is lost in the hands of my generation, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I, Zhang Zonghao, will find the treasure mirror no matter what......! If you have a spirit, then forgive your disciples......

Early the next morning, Zhang Ruoshui and the disciples packed their bags and waved goodbye to each other.

"Senior brother, are you really not going to go with us senior brothers?" asked a disciple who had always been good friends with Zhang Ruoshui.

Zhang Ruoshui said with a strong smile: "No need! The master said that whoever can find the 'Ruyi Yin-Yang Mirror' will be the next generation of Heavenly Masters of Longhu Mountain." I am separated from you, and your hope is greater. ”

The disciple smiled knowingly and said, "Since this is the case, then the senior brother wishes the senior brother good luck!"

Zhang Ruoshui nodded, watched this disciple fly through the air, and then sighed and went north alone.

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