Day 9.

Afternoon.

In the cave under the Great Highness of the City Lord's Mansion.

Qi Yuntian put his shoulder on the monk behind him, and said a little boringly, "Those two have gone to the sea." ”

"Master Qi, didn't you arrange it very well, why didn't you expect them to go to sea?"

"I only arranged for you, that pupilless, how did I arrange it?"

"Yes. The monk looked at the spiritual power circulating on the array under him, it had been several hours, and there was still no appearance of operation, and he couldn't help but be a little puzzled, "Since the two donors have gone to the sea, don't we have to wait, this array has consumed most of my spiritual power, and there has been no movement yet, can you make it work?"

Qi Yuntian leaned back, "Wait!"

The monk raised his hand and touched the rows of scars on the top of his head, "What are you waiting for?

"Zenzi and your majesty really just want to share a little bit of the benefits? It's about free trade, but this island city really falls into the hands of others, and it's not up to others to have the final say?"

"Zenko doesn't really want to!"

"Don't want to?"

"Zenzi said that the island city is indisputable?"

"Why do you want to come if you can't fight?"

"Except for Zenko, everyone else wants to fight. ”

Qi Yuntian smiled.

The monk couldn't see Qi Yuntian smiling, but he felt it. "What are you laughing at?"

"I didn't expect you Zen to be really as rumored to be, a small ghost!"

The monk smiled bitterly, "The poor monk should go!"

"Don't worry, wait!"

"Lord Qi Shi, now, it's useless to wait. If Hitomi had sincerely wanted to give us a piece of the pie, he wouldn't have gone to sea!"

Qi Yuntian paused, "But it's not them I'm waiting for!"

"Oh, who are you waiting for?"

"Disciple of Qi Tian Sect. ”

The monk said calmly, "Then don't wait, they won't be able to come." ”

"What?" Qi Yuntian stood up and turned to the monk, "Monk, what do you mean?"

"It means they can't come, what's the use of you waiting?"

Qi Yuntian squatted down and stared into the monk's eyes, "Say it again!"

"Senior brother, I'm afraid it's already in Qiyun Mountain. The monk said unhurriedly.

Qi Yuntian was stunned and slowly sat down opposite the monk.

"How many years have Great Wei and Southern Qi been fighting? Although Zenzi is young, he also has insight into the world. He doesn't seem to want you Nanqi to become bigger, but in fact, he has pity on those who may be involved in this matter and lose their lives. It is the compassionate feelings of my Buddha. ”

"So this matter, after the consultation, the Northern Wei Dynasty has actually already made an out-of-the-box plan?"

"As I said, Zen didn't want to!"

Qi Yuntian was speechless for a while, and waved his hand, "Then you can go!"

The monk was about to get up, but found that he could no longer stand.

The array eyes under his body are still absorbing spiritual power continuously, and the spiritual power in his body can no longer be controlled, and even his own body can no longer be controlled.

The monk did not struggle, and closed his eyes unwillingly.

"Let's go, little monk, why don't you leave again?" The expression on Qi Yuntian's face was a little hideous.

"I can't go. The monk did not open his eyes, still calm.

"That's right, the spiritual power in this array of eyes is actually yours, I cast a divine soul in this array, and when you feed it, it's not too late to leave. ”

"Good. The monk nodded calmly.

"You're not afraid?"

"Zenzi said that day, my senior brother and I have one advance and one retreat, I was quite mindful at the time, and now it seems that he is actually the most sober one!"

When the monk said these words, his eyes still did not open, but just after these few words, the monk's face had lost its blood, and under him, in the complex lines on the piece of iron in the array eye, a large influx of spiritual power was visible to the naked eye, and the divine soul hidden in the iron seemed to make a rustling sound of devouring.

The monk's complexion gradually darkened, the skin exposed outside the straight jacket gradually relaxed, and his face was covered with vicissitudes.

In the time of these few words, the monk unleashed his entire spiritual power, and fell into two realms in a row, until the divine soul hidden in the dark no longer sucked it, and the spiritual power circulating in the eyes of the array returned to calm.

The monk opened his eyes, his eyes were cloudy, except for the rows of scars on the top of his head, the little protector who was in his prime and heroic spirit was difficult to find, and was replaced by an old monk with a dry and flat body and a tattered straight shirt.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The monk pronounced the Buddha's name, got up with difficulty, saluted Qi Yuntian with his hands together, slowly walked to the entrance of the cave where he had fallen, sighed softly, and slowly ascended.

With this fall, the heavens and the earth have been very different.

Qi Yuntian stretched out his hand to summon the divine soul in the iron block of the array eye, and the gray divine soul fell into his hand, but it flickered and jumped. Qi Yuntian frowned, "Give it a little sunshine and it will be brilliant?" The spirit seemed to understand Qi Yuntian's words, and obediently disappeared into Qi Yuntian's arm.

Qi Yuntian walked back to the place where the monk was meditating, sat down cross-legged, and the runes on his eyes lit up again.

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The capital of Great Wei.

In the meditation room in the depths of Tantuo Temple.

The square face under the Confucian crown showed some hesitation slightly, and the chess pieces in his hand had been held for a long time, and they did not fall after all.

The young monk on the other side smiled slightly, and said lightly, "The national teacher doesn't have to be humble. ”

The person known as the national teacher frowned and said, "If this son does not fall, he will not succeed, but if this son falls, it will make the national teacher rob for the rest of his life." It's hard!"

The young monk said, "Both are national teachers, and national teachers are actually real national teachers." The poor monk only bears the title of this national teacher, and the national teacher still calls the poor monk's Dharma name!"

The man didn't answer, just nodded. After that, he landed the sunspot in his hand on the chessboard.

After the robbery, two white pieces were removed, but the change in the situation on the chessboard has developed in the direction of white chess.

The young monk left a son behind, and said slowly, "National teacher, the little senior brother is coming back soon." ”

The man still didn't answer, and looked up at the window with the two white pieces that had been removed from the chessboard in his hand.

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Great East China Sea.

The water is bluer than the sky.

"The monk has gone back!" Jing Wutong on the clouds witnessed the golden light sand being crushed by the water droplets, and he didn't care, just looked at the direction of the island city in the distance, watched the monk Luo Tuo leave, and said.

"The new Zen son is not simple!" Li Youzhi finished speaking, and looked at Jing Wutong meaningfully.

"I understand what you mean, but the world is like this, there are people from generation to generation. It won't be long before Zen Zi will become a real Zen Zi, and the Northern Wei Dynasty can be expected. ”

Farther away, heavy clouds were growing and the water turned a deep blue.

Li Youzhi was a little dazed, except that it was not simple, he didn't know how to evaluate Zenzi.

Jing Wutong continued, "I know, even if I occupy this island city, it will not belong to Xisai after all, the back of Laoshan is the Northern Wei Dynasty, the south shore of the island city bay is the Southern Qi, even Zhongzhou, it is only separated by a Huilong Bay on the Xihe River, no matter how you look at it, it will not be our turn to Xisai." If I don't get perfect, I still have a few decades to spare, and now, maybe that cloud is already my calamity!"

"I've said a long time ago that it's all designed. ”

"Even if you're right, I wouldn't think so. Believe it or not, even if I ascend, I will be the first to come back. ”

"If I'm wrong, maybe you can really come back. ”

"This is the way of heaven, and I can guarantee that your judgment is wrong. ”

"Unless you're actually going to come someday. ”

"You don't see that day anymore. ”

After Jing Wutong finished speaking, the red magic sword in his hand drew an arc in the sky, and above the clouds, a gray-yellow ancient city loomed.

It was the city of Cisse, and looking at the mainland, only every city in Cisse had this kind of temperament that was already sad just by seeing it.

Weeds grow tenaciously in the stone cracks of the city wall, there is always a layer of yellow sand left on the surface of the masonry, and the sky is always gray, even if it is clear, it never appears blue.

There is not a single tile on the roof, it is all made of yellow mud, because there is no rain, there is no need to worry about water leakage.

You can't tell the material of the reel on the well platform at all, because the well rope is too long and completely envelops it.

The passers-by were all the same complexion, gray-headed, red-cheeked, numb eyes, and tattered clothes.

In Cisse, that's life, that's how it is.

The city went from phantom to substance.

Li Youzhi is in this city now.

He hurriedly raised his hand, wanting to summon a pool of clear water, but found that there was no chance, and this city seemed to be some kind of seal, a seal specifically for water.

The wind and sand blew on his face, puffing up Li Youzhi's clothes, and the grit hit his face painfully.

Behind the wind and sand, Jing Wutong walked like a fly, and the red magic sword broke through the diffuse yellow sand and stabbed straight ahead.

Li Youzhi was so blown by the wind and sand that he couldn't open his eyes, but with a vague outline, he waved the fishing rod in his hand, and the spiritual silk thread that rushed out of the tip of the fishing rod twisted and twisted past.

The sword traveled through the twisted void of the fishing rod's silk thread, and the silk thread could not catch it, it had already detached from Jing Wutong's hand, as fast as a bolt of lightning.

Li Youzhi's fishing rod didn't touch the sword, but it seemed to touch something else.

Li Youzhi exerted force in his hand, what was wrapped around the silk thread and fished up, he didn't have time to think about it, he didn't have time to check, Li Youzhi threw it out of the city wall, the silk thread was broken, and what was caught directly crossed the city wall and disappeared.

But the sword was still there, and it was already in front of him, the strength of the tip of the sword touched Li Youzhi's forehead, Li Youzhi leaned back, held the fishing rod with both hands to block upward, a burst of gold and iron resonated, and the huge strength pushed Li Youzhi back.

There was already a city wall behind him, Li Youzhi had no way to retreat, and his strength still did not slow down in the slightest, and with a 'boom', his body was pushed directly into the city wall, and the city wall collapsed, and the falling masonry buried Li Youzhi's figure.

Jing Wutong is the one who was caught and thrown out by the silk thread.

He didn't cast a spell, so he fell into the sea outside the city walls, and soaked in it.

Jing Wutong beckoned to the city in mid-air, which had fallen on the sea, and the part of the city wall that had collapsed was right in front of him.

He looked at the scattered pile of masonry and was fascinated.

One brick moved, then several around it, and finally, an unseen figure rose from the bricks and dust.

Jing Wutong floated in the sea water, his face was expressionless, and in his gray eyes, he couldn't see the sea, only the yellow sand of Xisai.

He can't feel the sea water around him, and his heart is always the lingering barrenness!