In the first year of Xuanhong, it rained in the Canglong Dynasty.

A lame man in brocade clothes, a general who walks like a dragon, accompanied the emperor to inspect the naval camp.

The rain hits the reef, and the waves are hazy.

On the reef, the emperor was already dying, and his eyes were shining into the distance.

"Aiqing, this battle is over, Yuezhou is unified, you have made a lot of contributions. ”

The emperor patted the general on the shoulder, and the general bowed his knees: "This is Your Majesty's blessing." ”

On the reef, the lame man spread out the map, and the entire land of Yuezhou, the nine countries of Nanwu, Helin, Hailong, and Heizhi were all planted with the flags of the Dongcang Kingdom.

The territory is from west to east, like a dragon.

"The nine countries are unified, and the world is in the heart. I never thought of this day in my life. Five years...... Kong Xiongtu, what should I reward you?"

The emperor's eyes sharpened, and the general looked up and grinned.

The sharp color in the emperor's eyes was put away and replaced with a smile: "Go north." The Northern Wolf King should have his own territory. ”

With a stroke of the emperor's pen, the Shancheng Kingdom and Hongze Kingdom north of the Helin Kingdom were circled and the three characters of Kong Xiongtu were written.

The general took the order and left, the emperor glanced at his back, sighed lightly, and looked at the lame man: "Kong Aiqing, you have worked hard for me to win the hearts of the army over the years." I have decided to listen to the advice of the national teacher and move the capital to Bilan Country, so that you can defend your hometown for me?"

The lame man in brocade clothes knelt on the ground: "The minister obeys the order." ”

"Get up......"

Not far away, a sharp voice sounded: "The national teacher has arrived-"

Along with the guard of honor came a young man, with a green flame embroidered on his chest.

"I've seen the national teacher. ”

"Your Majesty, by no means. ”

The national teacher was about thirty years old, the youth faded, with a touch of maturity and stability, he spoke: "Your Majesty, the sect has an order, I need to go back for a while, now Yuezhou is peaceful, the country is peaceful and the people are safe, and I hope to allow it." ”

The emperor smiled: "The national teacher is too polite, five years ago, the world was full of smoke, if it weren't for your strong support, the Dongcang Kingdom would not have today's glory." ”

The national teacher smiled: "Back then, the battle between the righteous and the demons, the world was chaotic, and my Qingyan Sect only did some modest efforts, and I and a few senior brothers each undertook the mission of a country's teacher, in order to find the true dragon son and bless the common people." Your Majesty is blessed with all the blessings, and the purple qi is the head, so he deserves this luck. ”

The emperor arched his hand: "I beg the national teacher for guidance, what should the widow do next?"

"Follow the example of the sages and rule by bowing the arch. The national teacher sighed lightly, "Yuezhou, there will be no more wars." ”

The emperor nodded: "Kong Aiqing, send the national teacher to drive." ”

"Obey. ”

......

A horse-drawn carriage, departing from the seashore, drove on the galloping road.

In the car, a lame man in brocade clothes made tea and handed it over: "The national teacher uses tea." ”

The tea is fragrant, the entrance is sweet, the tea soup is clear and bright, and the layers are scattered.

The national teacher put down the cup and smiled slightly: "Kong Tiezhuo." ”

"In. ”

"This is the tea sent by Jian Xuanshan, right?"

“......”

The national teacher recalled and smiled: "It doesn't matter if you don't say it, the taste of 'fresh wind boiled snow' is not available in other immortal sects." This tea can survive in late autumn without decay, hard-resistant winter without drying, falling with the snow, accompanied by the breeze into the taste, closed mouth and sweet can taste the proud sword energy, and the 'bright moon on the sea' of Ziyou Island is called Yuezhou Immortal Tea, not without reason. ”

The lame man in brocade clothes lowered his head: "National teacher...... Dare to ask Jian Xuanshan, how is it...... Five years ago, after Yunyang Zhenren left, I felt a little strange. Then, I heard a lot of bad news......"

"You are mortal, and you need not know that. ”

"But my boy is still learning art in the mountains......" the cripple smiled humbly, "Can you tell me something...... Even if it's bad, I'll set him up with a spiritual position, I can't let him go over there, he won't have any clothes to wear......"

The national teacher was a little moved.

The most terrible thing about mortals is that they will impress you with many clumsy reasons, and these reasons are unbearable to ignore.

"What's your child's name?"

"Kong Zheng. ”

The national teacher's hand holding the teacup froze.

"Hole...... Levy?"

The national teacher raised his eyebrows.

The cripple blinked and nodded, "Kong Zheng." What's wrong, Haiyun National Master?"

"Oh, nothing...... There was a one-sided relationship. ”

The national teacher retracted his thoughts, and the lame man was overjoyed: "That means my child is fine?"

The national teacher shook his head: "It was six years ago with him, when he was successful in learning and art, and he was quite powerful." It should survive this catastrophe. ”

The cripple made another cup of tea and said in a low voice: "The national teacher doesn't need to comfort me, everyone has their own ......."

As he spoke, he took out a spiritual seat from his bosom that had been prepared long ago.

"National teacher, could you please mention a few words...... I still have a jar of fairy tea here, can I give it all to you?"

The cripple smiled humbly and flatteringly.

The national teacher was stunned: "Why don't you write it yourself?"

The cripple said, "I...... Can't write. ”

The national teacher pursed his lips: "With your current status, there are a lot of Confucians around you who can write, right?"

The lame man smiled: "The words written by the national teacher have a fairy spirit! When I burn paper and clothes, it will work." ”

After hearing this, the national teacher was silent for a long time.

......

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The Blue Flame Sect is located in the mountains on the border of Bilan Country.

Five years ago, the Great War of Righteous Demons broke out suddenly, they didn't expect that the righteous path of Wuzhou would be destroyed by the combined efforts of the four demon gates, and they didn't expect that Jian Xuanshan would one day be able to resurrect.

The national teacher's name is Ping Haiyun, in the later stage of the Shengu Realm, he went down the mountain to preach five years ago, and he was the national teacher of the Dongcang Upper Country.

In five years, starting from the overnight destruction of life in Chiyang Country, riots began to break out in various places, and then famine and war began to spread.

Among the ten countries of Yuezhou, the Chiyang Kingdom collapsed overnight, missing the output of one country, and the countries had uneven resources and the flow of disaster victims, and the mortal world was in chaos and epidemics were rampant.

As a result, the mortal war caused by the battle between the righteous and the demons also kicked off.

Five years ago, the Wuzhou Neutral Sect sent a message asking the Blue Flame Sect to clean up the mess.

The Qingyan Sect did not refuse, the Blood Beast Gate and the Black Wind Mountain were in the northernmost part of Yuezhou, and there were still remnants of the monks who were still breathing, so they didn't have time to pay attention, so they set out to destroy the Xuanxuan Valley and annex the resources of the Xuanxuan Valley.

At the same time, his disciples went to various places to preach, and in five years, the mortal war was finally settled, and the Qingyan Sect also secured the position of the first immortal gate in Yuezhou.

Until three days ago, a message suddenly came from the sect.

The sword Xuanshan, which was like a death prison, suddenly changed.

Ping Haiyun and other disciples were recalled to the sect overnight.

Pray for the Blue Temple, the altar.

A Jindan monk sitting on the side spoke, "The big array of Sword Xuanshan has opened. ”

This is a Dharma altar master of the Qingyan Sect, and the place where the altar is set up is in the Crane Forest Country not far from Jianxuan Mountain.

"What?

"It is said that Wuzhou Xingchen Sect also has such a big array. It seems to be a lore array......"

"Did the people inside come out?"

The Jindan monk said, "It's out." Xuanxuan Valley, Sword Xuanshan, Hidden Killing Alliance, many low-level disciples, have all come out. And they already know the situation of their respective sects. ”

"Is there still anyone alive in Jian Xuanshan?, have they reached a reconciliation with the Demon Gate?!"

"It's not good, Xuanxuan Valley must know that it is our sect that destroys them, and they will fight!"

"Altar Master, what should we do?"

On the altar, the Jindan monk had a gloomy face.

How does he know what to do......

Moreover, in the divination of the Dragon Ming Dharma King, it was also deduced that among the group of people, there was more than one Yuanying monk!!

"During this time, let's stay in the sect, let's wait and see for a while. When the time comes, the sect will give you instructions. ”