Wuxiang Temple and Qingxu Taoist Sect are very anxious for Zhao Qianzhi's Yang scheme, in the allusions of the soldiers, the conspiracy is just the most inferior ghost trick, the real strategy, but it is the Yang plot, see through, but there is nothing to do, the most deadly.

The Beiyang Dynasty, which rose between the end of the micro-month, established the Taoist system of the Jixia School Palace, and even the Guanhai Academy, which was used as a treasury in previous years, was reopened to teach disciples, and it didn't take long for Nanzhan Zhou to be included in the territory of the School Palace.

After all, the head of the academy is not a ‖ of the name of the gentleman and sage of the academy, and it is not an existence that can be provoked by a side branch like Qingxu.

Filthy, in the end, it is in the dark.

The abbot and the old monk knocked on the wooden fish, and the sound of tuk tuk was not lonely in the empty hall accompanied by the sound of chanting.

Wang Yuanbao couldn't help yawning, and secretly skimmed the old monk of the abbot who closed his eyes and settled down, just wanted to be lazy, the most boring and boring, that is, he couldn't read the truth in the book, and he still read hard, but he was afraid that Haoshou was poor and poor, and he was also a sour nerd.

The gentle sound of wooden fish in the main hall suddenly intensified.

Sticking out his tongue, Wang Yuanbao angrily picked up the "Diamond Sutra" and read it aloud, but due to incomplete literacy, the "Diamond Sutra" was read by him as a typo, and the old monk's half-closed eyes twitched imperceptibly, but it was not because of Wang Yuanbao, but the door on the heart lake, which was about to open.

Peach Blossom Mountain in the Beiyang Dynasty is like the Beiyang Dynasty in Nanzhan Zhou, before the so-called general trend, insignificant, such is the case of the mustard seed Sumeru in Buddhism.

The Ganliang Iron Riding Mountain under the Santai Mountain has been around the mountain for more than a month, but the monks in the Wuxiang Temple on the mountain have no expression, the morning bell and dusk drum ring every day as usual, and the Sanskrit chanting has not been interrupted for a day.

This makes the Ganliang Iron Horseman, who has always been invincible, like punching cotton, unable to focus and helpless.

Most of the monks in the army are martial artists from the Qingxu Dao Sect, and there are a few sword cultivators, but the sword cultivation in the lower five realms does not have a big effect, but it is not as good as killing the experienced mountain and field casual cultivation, but what really can't suppress the boredom is not the stubborn and stubborn Ganliang Iron Cavalry, but these monks who follow the army, in the end, are used to being casual, the original killing people and goods are nothing more than the heart and spirit, but it is so consumed, it is really aggrieved, and it is inevitable to feel bored.

Zhao Qianzhi's means are indeed clever, using the Qingxu Dao Sect's military martial arts sword cultivation to wear down the strength of the Wuxiang Temple, and losing both sides is his ultimate goal.

If you say that you know most about the joints of a series of actions of the Beiyang Dynasty, then no one can be out of Zhao Qian's right.

The reopening of the academy in Tai'an City of the Beiyang Dynasty by the Jixia Academy is a kind of statement, and the cultural context benefits the martial arts, and the immortal means of sealing the gods of the mountains and rivers are all the authority of the cultural context of the Yizhou Academy, which is the cat.

The bet placed under the school palace is not small, and the rest depends on the bets of the remaining hundreds of sons and daughters and side branches, step by step, one wrong step, and the luck of this continent will no longer have a place, and it is impossible to say that even the side branch will dissipate.

The Southern Chu Dynasty and the Longquan Dynasty behind the scenes of the hundred schools of the princes, even if they want to make up their minds, they have to weigh the weight of the Jixia School Palace, when the world is only Confucianism and Mo, but the temple in the Mo family's clever room walks, has been ambiguous, this Nanzhan Zhou's world, has been in chaos.

Put away the flying sword, Zhao Qianzhi flicked it lightly, the flying sword that was exhausted of spiritual energy was released, and flew out of the pavilion, Yu Rang, the head of the Nanzhen Fu Division of the Beiyang Dynasty, stared at the floor, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out, his back was already wet with sweat, the Zhenfu Division of the Longquan Dynasty was uprooted, and the Lang officials distributed in the market were also purged, this kind of responsibility is enough to take off his head a hundred times.

"Damn it. ”

After thinking about it for a long time, Yu Rang overturned all the excuses he had thought of, this Zaifu seemed harmless to humans and animals, but the means of turning the clouds and rain made people like him who had experienced the mountains of corpses and blood can't help but sweat in a cold sweat.

Zhao Qianzhi didn't turn around, looked at the twilight scenery outside the pavilion and said lightly: "You really deserve to die, the Longquan Dynasty Zhenfu Branch has been uprooted, and the market officials have also been purged, how are you going to apologize?"

Yu Rang was ruthless, gritted his teeth and said, "Let Zaifu dispose of it." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Qianzhi smiled and said: "Within three days, the layout of the Longquan Dynasty on the border will be cleared, and the fish and dragons in the market should also be closed. ”

"Subordinates take orders!"

Out of the pavilion, Yu Rang realized how ridiculous his filthiness was in Zhao Qianzhi's eyes, the authority of Nanzhen Fusi was not his after all, no wonder the emperor would be so obedient to Zaifu's words, when it came to ghost tricks and people's hearts, Zaifu was the sky, and such a small role as himself was just dust.

The layout of the border of the Longquan Dynasty is nothing more than the scattered cultivation of the mountains and fields of the hills and ruins, and there are only five or six warriors and martial arts sword cultivators in the dragon and snake in the market and qi practitioners in the lower five realms.

But if it is cleared once, the Longquan Dynasty, which is accustomed to a peaceful life, will be like a hemorrhage, and there are many officials involved, and Tai'an City will usher in a catastrophe.

Zhao Qian's words were full of blood, this is power, and suddenly remembered the old man who was high-spirited, pointed out the country, scolded Fang Xuan and Dao Zu, and sat down and talked about the Tao, at that time, he was probably the same, I was afraid that he would be more high-spirited than himself, but was he really high-spirited?

At least in the eyes of outsiders, drunk and lying on the knees of a beauty, waking up to the killing sword, who doesn't want such a position at the pinnacle of power? If you want to inherit its power, you must first bear its weight, and planning the luck of a continent is by no means as simple as playing a family, if those bigwigs in the Five Realms are not afraid of the rules they have set, they are afraid that before the academy is reopened, they will already be in a different place, but they can make themselves in a different place, Zhao Qianzhi has never seen it so far.

After all, if you lose your face and wear a meritorious costume, it is tantamount to a monkey crown.

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Li Lingfei fought hard to abandon the Qi Mansion and fled back to the Qingxu Dao Sect, the soldiers and the Dao came out, and half of the Tai were already respected in strength, if Li Lingfei had not been hit hard, she would definitely be the proud daughter of the sky and the pride of the sect at this time, but at this moment, she was not as good as the lowest guest in the sect.

It's not that people's hearts are cold, the avenue is ruthless, the avenue is simple and ruthless, and if there is no future, who will take care of a drag?

This sense of difference made Li Lingfei almost go crazy, and a vicious fire couldn't help but rise in her heart, burning her last bit of clarity.

But she never thought that if it weren't for her greed, how could she end up like this.

The Qi Mansion is destroyed by six or seven out of ten, even if there is a great opportunity, there will be no more advances, let alone among the ranks of the sword immortals of the Five Realms, I am afraid that the Jindan realm is an extravagant hope.

Li Lingfei's master had only come once from beginning to end, and he threw down two pills and left in a hurry, a disciple who had lost his value was not worth wasting the resources in the sect.

But what Li Lingfei didn't know was that the deliberations of the Qingxu Dao Sect were finalized immediately after his master left in a hurry, in addition to the head of the Qingxu Dao Sect, another person was even more eye-catching, the bald donkey from the Wuxiang Temple.

The only thing that can attract the hearts of practitioners is profit, the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, breaking the five precepts is what Buddhism says, but can you really not be moved?

If the dragon is in the body of one person, I am afraid that the sword immortals of the upper five realms will be tempted.

Remember, mustard Sumeru is interchangeable.

Naturally, some storms come from the sea.

If you want to go to the other continent, you can only take the dragon boat of the Xianjia ferry, and the dragon can cross the sea steadily, and those who can do this, in addition to the handwriting of the Xianjia, who can drive the congenital heterogeneous dragon?

Of course, in addition to the dragon boat, there are other ways to cross the sea, but it is not enough for outsiders.

The Qi practitioners of the Upper Five Realms can soar through the clouds and mist, and the gods of the various continents can also cross the sea with their orthodox golden bodies.

But the most admired and envied is the means of crossing the sea with the sword immortal.

Qi practitioners are not scarce, but there are not many who can break the golden pill to reach the upper five realms, and the sword immortal is even rarer, the road to the road is rugged, the sword immortal should be one of them, and the natal flying sword that can cross the sea is even more difficult to find, and the character who can achieve the sword immortal is powerful.

On the sea of clouds in the five directions outside Nanzhan Continent, there is a sword tearing through the clouds and waves, passing through the virtual realm between the sea and the sky.

The qi practitioners on the dragon boat looked at the ethereal sword light in the void from afar, and their firm Dao hearts actually gave birth to fear, as the sword immortals with top combat power, they did have the qualifications to make the qi practitioners fearful.

On the sea of clouds, in the void, there was a raunchy, even sloppy Taoist lying on the flying sword. The wide Taoist robe was stained with oil, and on the head of the Taoist bun, there were a few yellow flowers.

The oblique yellow flowers are full of heads, why do you need to play the sword song when you are drunk?

There is only one sword immortal in the Eastern Shenzhou Dao Sect who can afford this poem, Divine Monarch Grandmaster Xie.

Maybe he had just woken up, and the sloppy Taoist Sect Master Xie rubbed his sleepy eyes, and caught a glimpse of the erratic dragon boat on the ocean in all directions, and couldn't help but light up his eyes, saying that dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat in the ground. For Grandmaster Xie, the best thing to eat is this dragon that crisscrosses the oceans in all directions.

Glanced at by the sloppy Taoist Sect Master Xie, Jiaolong, who was already trembling, couldn't help but scream continuously, as if begging for mercy.

"Alas, forget it, the old cow's nose has a word with the Dragon Palace, this dragon can't be eaten!"

Sect Master Xie patted his belly and said regretfully: "I've wronged you, wait until Nanzhan Zhou will meet old friends, and then go to catch a river and lake dragon king to fight for a tooth sacrifice." Looks like that guy owes me something. ”

The sword light accelerated suddenly, leaving only empty marks in the clouds.

On Peach Blossom Mountain, Wang Yuanbao had not yet learned the "Diamond Sutra" of color and emptiness, and was driven out of the main hall by the abbot and the old monk to water the old laurel tree.

"Stinky old man, let me water it all day and don't see this broken tree bloom!"

While watering, while complaining, of course, these complaints are only heard by Wang Yuanbao himself, if the abbot and the old monk hear, Wang Yuanbao will inevitably be beaten.

The sound of the wooden fish in the Daxiong Treasure Hall gradually became low, and the sound of chanting gradually became inaudible, Wang Yuanbao knew that the abbot and the old monk were sleepy again, and the spirit was naturally inferior to that of the young man.

Putting down the barrel lightly, Wang Yuanbao secretly ran out of the Peach Blossom Temple, as for the abbot and the old monk, he was not worried at all, the old man, it was not good to wake up when he fell asleep.

When he stepped out of the temple gate, the snoring of the old monk came from the solemn hall of the treasure elephant.

In the past, on the trail of the back mountain, there was always a fox with snow-white hair waiting for him at this time.

But there is no white fox on Peach Blossom Mountain that can have the same fate as a little spirit, nor does it have the same feelings as a little spirit.

Wang Yuanbao put the firewood knife on his shoulder and trotted, the grass and trees at the end of summer were still green, but the road ahead was unknown.