"You kid can! Tell your brothers how you defend yourself?"

"That's it, that's it!"

"It's really unseemly, the sea is incomprehensible, you guy usually doesn't say a word, it's so reliable at a critical time!"

Jiang Lang and the others returned to their station, and a bunch of people surrounded Mu Yue, talking about Mu Yue's majesty in the competition, and everyone selectively forgot Liu Wuban, who finally laid the victory.

"No one is willing to let go of this kind of relationship, and I'm afraid it will last for a while. ”

Jiang Lang shook his head, although Liu Wuji's relationship with everyone is still relatively cold, but after this competition, it should still be eased somewhat, at least everyone no longer says that they hate Liu Wuban, Mu Yue, this guy, is becoming more and more popular here, and it just happens to change his personality.

The scarlet aura in Liu Wuban's body...

Jiang Lang glanced back at Liu Wuban's room, the door was closed, and he dispelled the idea of going to see Liu Wuji, everyone has some secrets that they don't want others to know, since he doesn't say it, it's not good for him to ask directly. It's me, I'm going to go to the Martial God Mansion!

On the second day, a teenager knocked on the door of the Martial God Mansion.

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Great Zhou North County Border Pass.

The weather is gradually getting colder, and the grass on the Far North Wasteland has turned yellow, and in about another month, the entire Far North Wasteland will be covered with snow and ice.

The Great Zhou Dynasty established three military cities in the north, close to the westernmost one called the Beacon Fire City, the middle one called the North Rejection City, and the one near the east called the Wolf Smoke City, three tall cities connected the entire northern border of the Great Zhou into a line, and now it is winter, after the extreme northern wasteland is frozen, food is scarce, and it is also the time when the extreme northern barbarians go south to plunder.

In previous years, in the whole Zhongzhou, only in the north, the most frequent wars, but there are not many big wars, but small-scale battles are the most frequent, the extreme northern barbarians are still in the tribal stage, each tribe is independent, the largest tribe is about 10,000 people, and the small tribe, the least is only a few dozen people, and the annexation between tribes often occurs.

In charge of the war in the north is Wu Ji Xuan, who is known as the Great General, who is the younger brother of the military god Wu Ji Yuan, and his strength is now in the middle of the grandmaster. Among several border generals, Wu Jixuan's strength can only be regarded as medium, but Emperor Qiandi still handed over the entire northern border pass army to Wu Jixuan, not because Wu Jixuan is Wu Jixuan's younger brother, but because this person has the title of "Confucian General", and what is really terrifying about Wu Jixuan is his strategy, since Wu Jixuan sat in the position of the general of the Northern Great, in the past five years, the barbarians of the Far Northern Wasteland have never once laid down the border pass defense and plundered in the south! Emperor Qiandi once praised him: "In the midst of strategizing, the decisive victory is thousands of miles away."

In the conference hall of the North City, this middle-aged man, known as the "Confucian General", quietly listened to the reports of his scouts, stared at the huge sand table in the hall, and nodded from time to time.

After the scout finished the report, his eyes secretly glanced at Wu Jixuan, his eyes were full of respect, Wu Jixuan was dressed in a white shirt, his face was like a crown of jade, a white hosta coiled his hair, and a touch of confidence between his eyebrows made the people around him extremely stable.

"You're saying that the Cologne tribe and the Chalk tribe are in conflict?"

Wu Jixuan inserted a small pennant marked with the word "Branch" next to the small flag with the word "Qing", and suddenly asked with a little doubt.

"Yes, General, and it's the Cologne tribe who has suddenly attacked the Chalk tribe!" the scout affirmed.

"Probe!"

"Yes!"

The scout immediately withdrew from the council hall, and another general stepped forward, looked at the small flags in the sand table and said, "General, my subordinates feel that this matter is a little strange! The chalk is an old shaman of the northern temple, and his status is extremely high, how dare a tribal leader in Cologne attack a shaman tribe?"

Wu Jixuan sighed, and there was a little helplessness in his tone, "There is no way, these barbarians are too different from us, our scouts can't penetrate them, and these barbarians can't develop into our people at all, so we still have the lowest level of understanding of the wasteland." ”

"Yes, every time we inquire about the news, there are always many of our good sons who stay there forever!" sighed the other general.

Wu Jixuan sat in his seat, closed his eyes, put his hand on the red sandalwood chair engraved with Qingluan peony group, and his fingertips were tapping regularly, and the others saw Wu Jixuan like this, they immediately closed their mouths and waited quietly, they knew that Wu Jixuan was thinking, and Wu Jixuan didn't like to be disturbed the most at this time.

"Who is presiding over the Northern Temple today?" Wu Jixuan suddenly opened his eyes and pinched the handrail.

"General, we only know that the Northern Temple is now controlled by a mysterious person, and we don't know anything else, not even whether this person is a man or a woman, an organization or a person. ”

"That's right, now our scouts can't even enter the temple five miles away!"

Wu Jixuan heard everyone's answers, and a look of realization appeared in his eyes, I am afraid that the problem is with this mysterious person! Otherwise, with the prestige of the chalk, how dare Cologne attack the chalk tribe?

"Pass the order, at all costs, find out who is behind the current control of the temple!"

Wu Ji Xuan suddenly stood up and immediately ordered. Wu Jixuan suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, this time this year is already the time for the barbarians to go south, it stands to reason that the various tribes at this time are the most united, but now not only did not a tribe go south to plunder, but fought in their own nests?

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

Temple of the North.

Dong Ye'er inhaled the last trace of black gas into his nose, and the black lines on his entire face gradually dissipated, recovering his beautiful face, although Dong Ye'er was immortal, but the coldness between the eyebrows made people retreat and difficult to approach, Dong Ye'er's body was small, and his appearance was not as wild as that of barbarians, but closer to the people of Zhongzhou.

However, no one would regard her as a person from the Great Zhou of Zhongzhou, because she was the daughter of Dongqing! Dongqing, the former high priest of the Northern Temple, was the one who actually controlled the northern barbarians for nearly thirty years!

"High Priest!"

A black shadow quietly appeared, kneeling on the ground, Dong Ye'er got up, and a voice sounded without a trace of emotion.

"How's it going?"

"Cologne has launched a cleanup of the Chalk tribe, and it is estimated that they will all be killed tomorrow!"

"Where's the chalk?"

"Chalk... Escaped!"

Dong Ye'er was stunned for a moment, a terrifying aura emanated from the petite body, and the whole body of the black shadow fell more and more, sweating profusely, and the body trembled slightly.

"What are you eating, you can't even stop a chalk!" Dong Ye'er's murderous tone made the black shadow tremble suddenly.

"It's... The chalk is not in the tribe, the subordinates have not seen the chalk, and the subordinates have already sent people to find the traces of the chalk!" the black shadow quickly explained in a trembling voice.

"After finding it, immediately notify Cologne to besiege and kill!Bring its head to meet me!" Dong Ye'er suddenly retracted his momentum, and the black shadow was relieved and immediately retreated.

At this moment, in the main hall of the temple, there is no one except Dong Ye'er.

Dong Ye'er looked at the statue in the temple, in the middle was a huge god about fifty zhang high, eight arms and three sides, the whole body was pitch black, one side wore a mask, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, the other two sides were blue-faced fangs, one side of the eyes were closed, one side of the eyes were wide open, the blood-red eyes looked out of the temple, each of the eight hands held a thing, a drum, a cone, a fork, a whip, a hammer and a total of eight different things.

Dong Ye'er suddenly brought a mysterious smile on the corner of her mouth, and her gloomy tone echoed in the temple, "Teacher Qingyang, can't you make it all night?"

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The southwest direction of the Great Zhou is the Buddha Sect, the land of the Buddha.

A young monk is cleaning the fallen leaves before the sect, the autumn in the southwest is relatively long, but it is also accompanied by the fallen leaves always covering the bluestone road, almost three times a day.

"Why is the junior brother cleaning the fallen leaves?"

A monk came over with two wooden barrels in his hands, saw the young monk, and asked with a smile.

The young monk immediately replied, "Senior Brother Huijue!"

"Okay, you sweep slowly, no, I have to fill the vat in front of the hall today, don't dare to delay!" the monk raised the barrel in his hand, and then turned and walked down the mountain.

"Alas, why is my brother so unlucky..."

The young monk heard a small voice in the distance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the young monk raised his head, the left side of his face was like jade, but the right side of his face looked extremely terrifying, and the whole skin was deeply sunken, and it had already died, and the whole right side of his face was blue.

This young monk named Yin, half compassion and half rakshasa appearance, was found and picked up by the head of this temple in a village that had been washed in blood by robbers, when half of the face of the cause touched the flames, which caused the appearance of the cause.

"The cause!

An old voice came from inside the temple. He put down the broom in his hand and hurried into the temple.

"Master!"

The master of the cause is the host, his face is old, not a person with cultivation, looking at the cause who walked to his side, his face overflowed with relief.

After all, Qingkong Temple is just a small mortal temple, and Master thinks that you shouldn't waste your life here. ”

When he heard his master's words, his face changed, and he fell to his knees, "Master is going to drive Yin away?"

The old monk put his hand on the cause's head and said with relief: "Your mind, Master understands, you listen to me, you are not a mortal, when Master rushed to that village, it was only you, a few month-old baby fell into the flames, but you didn't cry or scream, you didn't seem to feel pain, I brought you back, the fire wound on your body quickly healed, but the wound on your face couldn't get better." ”

"Master is just a mortal, how can I know which village! It was the Buddha who gave me a dream, telling me that there was a born son who appeared there and asked me to pick it up, and Master saw you!"

The old monk said what he had buried in his heart for more than 20 years, "Last night, the Buddha gave the old monk a dream again, and said, it's time!"

The old monk smiled and looked at Yin Dao: "The teacher is also greedy, you are talented and intelligent, you can understand the Dharma at all, the teacher really likes you, I want to keep you by my side, but I can't keep it!"

Kneeling on the ground, his eyes were closed, and he took a deep breath, there is one thing, because he has never told others, since he was ten years old, he can dream of evil ghosts Rakshasa every night, entangled in his body, from the initial fear, to now can turn a blind eye to these Rakshasa evil ghosts, and accompany the Rakshasa evil ghosts every day, without losing his heart, the tenacity of the heart is by no means what a twenty-year-old boy can have.

Hearing the words of the old host, the cause already understood in his heart.

"Thank you Master for your 20 years of nurturing and teaching!"

The old monk smiled and nodded, and when he heard the words of the cause, he had no regrets in his heart.

"Master, where should I go?

"Zhongzhou Da Zhou, the place where luck gathers, your nobleman, is there!"

He kowtowed a few times to the old monk and slowly left under the old monk's gaze.

"Remember, one thought can give birth to evil ghosts and rakshasas, and one thought can also give birth to Vajra Bodhisattva!"

The young monk's figure trembled, and he left firmly.