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The Taoist priest's head was scattered, and he was pressed to death on the snow by Cen Qing, and the copper bell and hexagram cloth in his hand were thrown aside, and he struggled to himself. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Cen Qing was annoyed that he cursed himself, so he made a little stronger, and the Taoist priest was punched a few times in the back of the head, and suddenly screamed "croak", and his body suddenly swelled in a circle, knocking Cen Qing to the ground.

"Your clothes are also the skin of your body. Cen Qing jumped up, saw the demonic aura rising from his body, and looked at the Taoist priest's intact Taoist robe in surprise.

"Fart, Dao Ye is wearing a magic robe. The Taoist priest was furious, ignoring the things on the ground, and rushed up towards Cen Qing with Wang Bafist, "Little slut, you are looking for death." ”

"Get out!"

Cen Qing pouted, this guy's fist and foot kung fu was really loose, he raised his palm to block it twice, and suddenly raised his foot and kicked the Taoist priest's abdomen, kicking the other party a foot away, his limbs were spread apart, and he really lay forward on the snow like a toad. It's just that this feeling of beating a child makes Cen Qing really not interested, and after kicking the Taoist priest to get rid of the entanglement, he squatted slightly, and once again transferred the spiritual power of his whole body to use the rainbow, and the white light flashed, and disappeared through the haze above.

The snowflakes in mid-air stagnated for a moment, and were suddenly blown away by a thunderclap, startling the nearby residents to go out and look up at the sky.

The Taoist priest raised his eyes to look at Cen Qing who flew away, and was annoyed in his heart, so he got up from the ground with his head scattered, picked up the copper bell and hexagram cloth, rolled his eyes, and turned around and walked into the Temple of Caishen, but he didn't see a white shadow flickering in the crowd.

Cen Qing pierced through the clouds and flew into the air, without a trace of hindrance in front of him. The heavy and churning sea of clouds spread from under his feet, and the bright and warm sunlight shone overhead, making him feel much more cheerful.

"That's how the pursuit of spiritual practice should be. He said.

After a while, the spiritual power in his body gradually ran out, and he fell into the sea of clouds with his head and feet on the ground.

The cold wind carried the snow flakes to his face again, washing away the dress on Cen Qing's face, and after falling to the ground, he washed off the residual makeup in the cold water of West Lake Lake, changed his clothes into black and white robes, and identified the direction, and now he fell to the northwest of Qiantang Gate in Lin'an City, next to Xiaogu Mountain and Qixia Ridge.

Yuewang Temple under Qixia Ridge, but at this time, Yue Fei has not yet been crowned king, and even the unjust case has not been revealed, so there is naturally no trace of Yuewang Temple. Cen Qing turned half a circle along Qixia Ridge and found Jiuqu City in Beishan.

"In the future, when you pass by the Lin'an Jiuqu Cong Temple, by the Beishan Water, next to Wang Xian Temple, and see the tomb with the words Jia Yiren, you might as well burn three incense sticks on my behalf. ”

This is the last words that Yue Lei gave to Cen Qing a few months ago, under the magic circle of Ye Yinzi, thinking that it would be difficult to live. It's just that in the end, the sword talisman broke ten thousand laws, and the two of them were safe and sound, Cen Qing actually forgot about this matter, and he didn't suddenly remember it until he fell here today.

The so-called Jiuqu Cong Ancestral Hall, just because the water here is everywhere, the city wall is tortuous, so it is called Jiuqu. It was a huge desolate cemetery, and after the death of the lonely, poor and sick, they were buried here. Cen Qing looked around, the snow covered the loess, and he saw the height and ups and downs, and he didn't know who it belonged to.

Fortunately, there is also a small lonely temple standing there, which is about the Wang Xian Temple that Yue Lei mentioned.

This place is rugged and difficult to travel, there are few people to come and go, and there is only one old and dizzy temple in the temple, sitting around the fire pond and napping, Cen Qing called a few times, but he did not answer, and the snoring became heavier.

Cen Qing couldn't cry or laugh, his eyes caught a glimpse of the incense case piled up with incense candles and paper money, stepped forward to grab a handful, and dropped two pieces of broken silver, and then left Wang Xianmiao and went to the nearby tomb to find a tomb with a tombstone.

After only three or four sweeps, he found the "Tomb of Jia Yiren", compared with the surrounding graves, it is nothing unusual, the generation of famous generals who have served the country loyally and wronged, after his death, is no different from those lonely abandoned corpses, what has happened in the past 20 years.

"The wild grass is boundless, and the aspen is also bleak. In the middle of September, send me out of the suburbs ......"

Cen Qing shook his head, although he knew that Yue Fei's bones would be relocated to the temple in the future, and he would be respected and admired for thousands of years, but perhaps because he had seen Yue Lei with his own eyes, he still felt a sense of sadness at this moment.

“...... Relatives or remnants of sorrow, others have also sang. What is the way to die, and the body is the same as the mountain. ”

He finished reading Tao Yuanming's elegy in the Jin Dynasty, squatted down, lit paper money and incense on the snow in front of the tomb, and bowed three times seriously, and vaguely heard the sound of Jin Ge's iron horse crossing the glacier in his ears, closed his eyes, and saw a handsome spear pointed forward to expel the Tartars, and saw those fierce foreign heavy armored cavalry retreating in horror and falling, and a big flag with the word "Yue" hanging high always pointed straight to the sky.

"The Heroic Spirit is immortal!"

With his current cultivation, what can affect his soul is all extraordinary things, and after being shocked, he stood up again and saluted into the air: "But Marshal Yue's loyal soul is here?"

His spiritual pupils saw that among the snowflakes, a vague figure was looking north, sometimes looking up to the sky and roaring fiercely, and after a long time, he lowered his head and groaned, as if he hadn't heard his question at all.

"Where did the little demon come here rashly, and he dared to disturb my divine sense. The soul in the air was silent, but another sharp voice seemed to pierce Cen Qing's soul directly, making him have a headache and almost fall down with his head in his hands.

"Yes, I'm the shape-shifting snake demon Cen Qing, who is the sacred?"

"I am the Buddha Spirit Bird, the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, the Dapeng Golden-winged Bird, you little snake demon dare to come here with this little cultivation, aren't you afraid that I will suck your soul?"

"Roc Goldwing?"

Cen Qing was stunned, only then did he remember that the legend said that Yue Fei was indeed the reincarnation of the Dapeng Golden-winged Bird, but he raised his soul to look up at Yue Fei again, and felt that things were not so simple, and replied in his soul: "Why don't you show up and see it?"

"You think that this seat doesn't want to show up, but it's just that I'm bound by this nasty spirit. The voice added, "A wisp of divine consciousness in this seat is in the lower realm, but it is just to dissolve the old cause and effect. Who would have thought that this soul would be so strong and stubborn, and he would not want to enter reincarnation after death, so that the divine consciousness of this seat would also be imprisoned in it, hey, little snake demon, if you have a way to help this seat get out, how about this seat give you a set of demon cultivation methods?"

"In this world, there has never been a demon cultivation method. Cen Qing interrupted its temptation, only looked at the soul in the air and said, "The ambition dies before it is rewarded, and the hero is full of tears." The Heroic Spirit is therefore immortal, and it should be. ”

The spirit in the air listened to him, stopped groaning, and looked down at him.

The voice continued: "Phew, there is no demon cultivation method in this world, it is because the Heavenly Dao of this earth is trapped, before the prosperity of the Humane Divine Dao, my demon species has lived for a long time, how can there be no magic method?"

"How do you want me to help you?"

"This soul has not wanted to leave for a long time, but it is a deep obsession, if you can get rid of his obsession, this seat can leave. ”

The corners of Cen Qing's eyes jumped, Yue Fei's obsession was just four words, "return my rivers and mountains", but these four words were not realized until the fall of the Great Song Dynasty.

Some people "picked up the lamp and looked at the sword in a drunken way, and dreamed of blowing the horn and the company camp." "But" pity Bai Sheng. ”

Some people "die and know that everything is empty, but they are sad and don't see Kyushu together", and they still expect that "the king will set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice will not forget to tell Naiweng." ”

In the end, a lonely and desolate, generous and sad "who has not died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of the sweat and green" drew an end to this era.

Since then, Shenzhou has sunk for 6 years, and thousands of miles are sad.

Do you want to help him or not?