In the end, Su Changqing successfully returned to Huangquan, compared with the place, Huangquan was a little less sad, although sadness was inevitable. 30,000 miles of the Yellow River came out of the Lethe River, the ghosts gathered on the edge of the river, and the three-colored flowers on the other side bloomed at the same time.

"Why do you have to cling to a broken soul and come to the underworld at any cost?" Meng Po looked at Su Changqing staring at Wang Ling's damaged soul and asked suspiciously.

Black and white impermanence simply left, although I don't know why Meng Po valued Su Changqing so much, and did not hesitate to rush to the Seven Domains to rescue him, but the two of them can't know too much about Meng Po's affairs, this is the experience accumulated over the years as Meng Po's subordinates. After all, Meng Po treated them well.

Su Changqing put Wang Ling's remnant soul into his wide sleeve and replied, "This is the soul of a noble child in the Yang Realm, who was controlled by a sneaky person a few years ago, and was later frightened by me to the underworld. I can't die without help, can I?"

Meng Po motioned for Su Changqing to sit down and looked thoughtfully into the distance. "Did you say a sneaky one went to the sun?"

"Yes, it's quite strong. ”

"It seems that that thing is true!" Meng Po muttered quietly.

Once the yin and yang barrier is broken, then the yang world will soon fall into chaos. Meng Po didn't want to see all this.

Su Changqing kicked the well mistletoe a few times, since he was brought to Huangquan, naturally he didn't plan to send him back, although Su Changqing didn't know the benefits of the pure yang body, but it could be seen from the importance of the kings of the Seven Domains, it was definitely very beneficial. Now the mistletoe is still a yin ghost, and he can't take him to the yang world.

"Meng Po, do you have a way to return him to the flesh, after all, he can't go back to the underworld, and he can't jump off Lethe River directly for reincarnation. Su Changqing saw that Jing Mistletoe didn't react, and helped his body as soft as glutinous rice.

Meng Po nodded and said: "His yin soul has not been in the underworld for a long time, it has not been completely enveloped by yin qi, and it is a pure yang body, so the chance of returning to the yang fetus should be relatively large." ”

"So what to do?"

"Stimulate him with internal force, and infuse his pure yang qi into the current remnant soul, you still have to find a new body for him, but it must be a body with luck. Meng Po's expression was gloomy, how could a body with luck be so easy to get?

Su Changqing thought about it, the body with luck is the second most rich and noble person, and then there are emperors, generals, princes and vassal kings, but it is generally difficult to kill this group of people who are blessed by luck but have no power to restrain the chicken.

"I will handle this matter properly when I go to the yang world, after I stabilize his soul body first, can I bring him to the yang world?" Su Changqing frowned, it seemed that he needed to participate in the chaos between the temples as soon as possible after arriving in the Yang Realm.

Su Changqing sat down cross-legged and poured the internal force in his body into Jing Mistletoe's body.

Meng Po opened his mouth and said: "His pure yang qi is different from yours, and he can clearly sense that there is a hidden reservoir in his Yang Valley acupoint

Save the place, and you will draw out his pure yang energy. ”

A soft halo gushed out in Jing Mistletoe's body, and there were also meridians in his body, and the meridians that extended in all directions formed a complex network-like structure, and the milky white internal force flowed through the meridians.

Beiyu.

The old Taoist's eyebrows burst out with a dazzling light, and all the black-armored soldiers around him retreated, and countless black swords and crossbows on the city wall were aimed at the old Taoist, staring at the old Taoist priest with a bull's nose and wearing a white gossip robe.

The city wall of Beiyu is very high, but after seeing the mighty feat of the old Taoist priest breaking through the armor of three hundred with one finger, these soldiers who are ready to attack on the city wall hesitate, as if the sword and crossbow in their hands cannot kill the old Taoist priest at all.

"Let Lao Tzu go, you must not let him enter the city!" Zhao Tianjing loudly scolded this group of crossbow arrows.

He has been in the army for 30 years, although his status and achievements cannot be compared with those of the king of Beixiang, but he is also a figure in the army who "leads more than 10,000 troops, gives an order, no one obeys, kills horses, and crisscrosses the battlefield".

"General...... This Taoist priest is not simple! We can't stop him at all, and we can't kill him!" Zhao Tianjing came beside a soldier covered in blood and wearing iron armor.

Zhao Tianjing led the army to kill more than 10,000 enemies, his eyes were like purple thunder, and he glared at the soldiers fiercely: "You can't stop Lao Tzu?! If you can't stop it, you have to stop it! There are so many people in the city, you let that old man go in and kill?!"

The soldier suddenly fell to his knees in fright, choked up and said something that Zhao Tianjing did not understand.

Zhao Tianjing leaned on the stone wall of the city wall, his eyes widened, the old Taoist priest below was simply a ghost, the illusory figure swept away all the soldiers who were resisting in front of him, and the power of a beast erupted on his thin body like dry wood.

The old Taoist priest smiled faintly: "You can't stop me, I don't need to kill you, hurry up, I'll just go to the city to kill someone, and I will never kill innocents indiscriminately!" ”

The old Taoist priest twisted his gray beard, and the peachwood sword behind his back was ready to move.

On the city wall, Zhao Tianjing suppressed his anger, "Do you know where this is? How dare you be so presumptuous!"

The old Taoist priest walked forward slowly, walked to the city gate, put one hand on it, looked up disdainfully, and a coercion erupted in his hand, and the large wooden gate that was several feet thick suddenly shattered.

"It is recognized as the strongest dynasty in the world, and the capital of the Northern Yu Kingdom is Ling'ancheng. The old Taoist priest's voice was hoarse, but his words were full of murderous intent. "As the general of Beiyu, don't you know what the emperor Lao'er has done?

If the disrespectful title of the emperor Lao'er fell into the ears of the person on the dragon chair, it would be a capital crime. But the tone of the old Taoist priest was indeed so indifferent and sarcastic.

Zhao Tianjing is not a stupid person, the old Taoist priest wants to kill a person, but at this time he openly scolds the emperor, which is self-evident.

Zhao

Tianjing pulled out a long sword from his waist. He shouted to the people in the city: "Put your sword, he wants to kill the king!"

The old Taoist priest smiled, another stubborn donkey who cares about right and wrong!

I really don't know how many good ministers in this world are loyal to a pedantic king.

......

In the twenty-second year of the Northern Yu Jianyuan, the king of Beixiang mutinied Yunmeng, and the old Taoist priest entered Ling'an City alone to kill the emperor.

......

Big win.

The winning emperor Yao Guanci was immediately pleasantly surprised when he got the news of the civil strife in Beiyu and sent the eunuch Jin Zhao to the division. and Fengyang, Tilt Tang, and Xiliang took advantage of the void.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, the big winning dynasty finally attacked the rest of the north.

Inside the Wenxuan Pavilion.

Yao Guanci was wearing a dragon robe, and he was in a good mood.

Outside the door was an old man who claimed to be an "alchemist".

The old man's name is Dongfang Qiankun, and he claims to be able to refine the elixir of life.

"See Your Majesty. Dongfang Qiankun was full of smiles.

"Where do you dare to let the master salute, sit down quickly. Yao Guanci didn't look like an emperor at all, and he was still thinking about how to please this "alchemist".

"I have already calculated the fortune for you, you are the man of destiny, this time the world has intensified again due to the civil strife in Beiyu, you must be the emperor who has the last laugh, and the whole world will belong to you!" The alchemist flicked his fingers, no different from the magic stick on the street.

......

Su Changqing, who was in the underworld, did not notice what was happening in the yang world in the slightest.

Finally, Jing Mistletoe's pure yang qi was poured into Su Changqing's body.

The man on the side of the Sansheng Stone said lazily: "It's okay to go back to the sun and help me with a word?"

Su Changqing was stunned for a moment, Meng Po was originally from Huangquan, and this was obviously said to herself.

"I went to Mu Feng to ask him to be careful these days, I felt a little uneasy from his ten-year life, if he didn't even survive these ten years, it would be really miserable......" The man smiled bitterly.

Su Changqing's eyes lit up: "Mu Feng, but Xuanyue City's son Qin Se." ”

The man said, "I know you know him, otherwise I wouldn't have let you talk." ”

Su Changqing nodded.

The man fell silent again, and sat staring at the dark green waters of the Lethe River.

Meng Po shook her head: "You don't have to pay attention to him, he doesn't say anything all day, and he doesn't jump out of a fart for half a year, and he will regret it sooner or later after sitting for so long, but...... He told you to take it, and you have to help with it, even if you repay my kindness. ”

Su Changqing let out an "oh", "I have to go back to the yang world first, and when I come to the next day, I will come to Huangquan again." ”

"Hurry up, hurry up, get in trouble. Meng Po said disgustedly.