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In this way, could it be that this old way of withering manuscripts that was cut in half was so terrifying, and it had already crossed the threshold of cultivating the Five Realms decades ago!

Chen Lujie couldn't confirm his guess, but if his guess was correct, then the old way of the dry manuscript on the Xue Hai soft couch would be the first saint he met in the world, of course, he didn't know what level of cultivation the master on the boat in the South China Sea had reached. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

So after he entered the cave, he knelt down before the collapse, looking extremely humble, unable to hide the awe of the old way or even the unexplained fear in his heart, and then these emotions all turned into a certain longing, a longing for the unknown near-god realm at the end of the spiritual path, a longing for strength.

He thought that he finally understood the reason why the Guan Master asked him to come to Taiqing Temple to do miscellaneous labor, and only by doing miscellaneous labor could he come to Qingshan Cave and meet a person like Lao Dao who stood at the highest place in the cultivation world.

However, the development of things is not entirely in line with Chen Lujie's beautiful imagination. Like a dry corpse, he looked at him kneeling in front of the couch with an expressionless face, his lips moved slowly, and his dry voice seemed to be rubbing against the two stones in the desert noon sun.

"You're too weak. ”

Chen Lujie didn't hear this sentence clearly, and subconsciously raised his head, but met the eyes of the old Taoist on the couch full of crazy and violent emotions, touching the old Tao's gaze, he only felt that his consciousness was suddenly pulled into a terrifying sea of blood, and he groaned out in pain.

"You're too weak! You're a piece of shit!"

Lao Dao spread out his trembling hands, tightly choking his thin throat, as if he wanted to fight himself to death, and the voice forced out from between his fingers, full of disappointment and even despair.

"You shit! What qualifications do you have to enter Taiqingguan! What qualifications do you have to talk to me! You are a piece of nonsense! I am also a piece of shit! All the fucking shitty in this mountain are hidden!"

Lao Dao moved angrily between the snow-white fur, and with only half of his body left, he looked very funny and miserable, like a worm wriggling.

His mournful shouts echoed through the cave, and an indescribable aura of terror instantly permeated all space, oppressing everything that could be touched.

Qingteng was in a sudden chaos, Chen Lujie flew out of the cave with blood, fell heavily on the edge of the stone flat, and almost fell, he looked at the dark cave entrance, thinking about the terrifying aura he felt before, his eyes were full of shock and fear.

He knew that the old Dao didn't want to kill himself, but the aura naturally leaked out a little with anger, but it was just like that, but he already had such a powerful power, if that old Dao really exerted his cultivation with all his might, I was afraid that there was really no one in the world who could resist it.

Chen Lujie gasped for a moment, and gradually regained his composure, he wiped the blood from his lips, pressed the flat shoulder to his shoulder, picked up his bag, and continued to walk towards the top of the cliff.

There are many caves in this green mountain, and there are many Daomen seniors living in the caves, and those Daomen seniors have different realms, but they are all extremely powerful characters, but they are all extremely seriously injured and disabled like the old Dao before, so their tempers are not good.

Who was it back then that was able to seriously injure so many Dao Sect seniors like this? You must know that some of these Dao Sect seniors had already crossed the Five Realms decades ago, so wouldn't that mean that the cultivation realm of the person who seriously injured them was even higher, and it was more than one story or two stories high?

The answer to this question is vaguely visible in Chen Lujie's heart, but he doesn't want to continue thinking about it, because the heavenly book in the view and the green mountain behind the view are all his hopes now.

He walked silently between the green hills and cliffs, going in and out of those mysterious caves, like a worker ant who was busy walking in an anthill, where did he have time to pay attention to what spring looked like.

Capital.

Xu Chen and the maid's dinner was eaten in the bachelor's mansion, after the meal, Mrs. Zeng Jing and the maid went to talk, and the scholar Zeng Jing talked to Xu Chen for a long time in the study, so it was already a little late when he left the house, looking at the few pedestrians on the street, Xu Chen decided to return to the master's mansion with the maid for the night.

As before, the bedroom in the backyard was fully equipped, the maid boiled hot water, and after the two of them finished washing, they went to bed and prepared for bed.

When the spring is strong, the night breeze is not cool and even has some faint dryness, a wild cat lying on the courtyard wall, looking at the stars in the night dome, making a terrible cry like a baby, the sound of spring.

The voice was really a little ugly, Xu Chen couldn't sleep at all, he opened his eyes and looked at the beam above his head, and suddenly said, "Do you know? Ye Tong killed the Great Priest of the Judgment. ”

The maid whispered from there, "I don't know. ”

Xu Chen found that she was not as shocked as she was when she heard the news, and couldn't help laughing at herself, thinking that the maid was really not a mortal like herself, and said: "After hearing that after killing the verdict, she immediately seriously injured Luo Kedi, if it wasn't for the master's words, she would have killed that person." ”

The maid hummed softly.

Xu Chen said: "I thought I had caught up with her, how could I have thought that she would throw me so far away at once...... She is now the Great Priest of the Western Jin Dynasty, and if she wants to make a move in the future, I can't beat her, and there is no way to use your identity as a Great Priest of Light to suppress her, but what should I do?"

The maid said, "Then don't fight." ”

Xu Chen was silent for a moment and then suddenly said: "Your father said that if you follow me to the lead Hua Temple, the distance is far away, and it is not right to use the identity of a maid, and you want us to be engaged first, what do you say?"

The maid asked in a low voice, "...... What do you say?"

Xu Chen said: "Then order it." ”

The maid's voice sounded from under the thin quilt, a little buzzing, as if she had a cold: "Okay." ”

Xu Chen said: "Come to sleep, I'm a little hot." ”

The maid moved from the other side of the bed and slipped into his arms.

Every year in the late spring, when it is hot, Xu Chen always likes to sleep with her, because she is born cold, and holding her is like holding a cold jade, a soft cold jade.

The same is true tonight, the maid's body is still so cool.

But she herself felt hot.

Xu Chen also felt a little hot, listening to the mournful voice of the wild cat on the wall, he felt more and more annoyed, and scolded in a low voice: "Spring is going to pass, what is it called!"

Not long ago, in the study room of the Bachelor's Mansion, the conversation between Xu Chen and Zeng Jing unfolded like this. At that time, Zeng Jing drank half a cup of tea, and was silent for half a cup of tea, and suddenly said: "Listen to the maid, you will be ready to go out in a few more years." ”

Xu Chen nodded and said: "The Yu Lan Festival is in the autumn, and the lead Hua Temple is a little far away, if you want to see it, you have to leave in the near future, otherwise you will miss the time." ”

In the spring of last year, the lead Hua Temple sent the invitation to the Yu Lan Festival to the capital, and the Guanhai monk personally handed it to Xu Chen, but afterwards because of some considerations, Xu Chen did not plan to go, but his idea was not agreed by the Dushan Sect.

Scholar Zeng Jing said: "The road is long, and we should go together." But after all, the maid is my biological daughter and the descendant of the Great Priest of the Western Jin Dynasty, so she can't follow you as a maid as she did in the past years...... Have you ever thought about it?"

Xu Chen really didn't think about this question, and said, "Then what do you mean?"

Zeng Jing looked into his eyes and asked, "How old is the maid this year?"

Xu Chen counted the days and said, "Sixteen." ”

Zeng Jing couldn't refuse and said: "Since you are already sixteen, what are you waiting for? You hurry up and get married, it will be more convenient to get along with husband and wife on the journey, and the bachelor's mansion will not be laughed at." ”

Xu Chen said helplessly: "Isn't it in a hurry? ”

Zeng Jing looked into his eyes and said, "The two of you have been together for sixteen years, where is it a hurry? But the marriage event really should not be neglected, in this way, it is better for you to get engaged first." ”

is such a simple conversation, in front of a distressed father of his daughter, Xu Chen has no power to resist at all, and agrees to the engagement in a daze.

By the starlight outside the window, looking at the maid in his arms, looking at her gradually unfolding eyebrows, and looking at the smile on her slightly dark little face, Xu Chen couldn't help but smile, let's get engaged, there is always a day when you get married, will you still be afraid of engagement? It's just that when the dying baby was dug up in the corpse pile sixteen years ago, where would she have thought that one day she would become a big girl, and she would become his wife?

Thinking about these things, Xu Chen gradually fell asleep.

For ordinary people, falling asleep is the consent word to fall asleep, but this does not apply to Xu Chen, because he has lived on the edge of life and death since he was a child, and needs to save the slightest physical strength and spirit, so he has always fallen asleep very quickly, and his sleep is very deep and sweet, and he only needs a long time to be refreshed.

This continued until he began to practice, that year he took his maid to the market, bought a copy of the Taishang Induction Record, and after returning to the Weicheng courtyard, he began to practice according to the method written in the book, trying to meditate, that is, that night, he had a very warm dream, dreaming of an ocean.

After that, he began to dream one after another, often after meditation there would be warm dreams, but those dreams did not have any specific content, and there were no vivid pictures, until the spring three years ago, he left Weicheng for the capital with the princess Li Yu's convoy, and had a conversation with the old man during the journey, and had a strange dream in the middle of the night with the little feet of the maid.

In that dream, he stood on the cold and dark wasteland, he saw the cavalry of the Tang Empire, the warriors of the Moon Kingdom, the crossbowmen of the Southern Jin Dynasty, the barbarians looking for needles in the haystack, saw the countless corpses that dyed the wasteland red, saw three black smoke and dust in front of the wasteland, saw the night gradually occupying the sky, people looked in fear in the direction of the night, and a tall man beside him said that it was going to be dark...... Xu Chen fled on the avenue, and the blood and big black umbrella on his body alarmed the rune, that is, in that early morning, he finally officially embarked on the path of cultivation, that is, at that time, he had another dream.

In that dream, he returned to the cold and dark wasteland, and the night was still encroaching on the sky, so he looked up at the sky, and there were countless people around him who did not look at the sky, but looked at him indifferently and vigilantly and sadly, and at this time, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky, and a light door slowly opened, and the light returned to the world, and a huge golden dragon indifferently poked out the dragon's head and looked down at the crowd on the ground.

In the exam to enter the second floor of the Dushan Sect, in the process of climbing the rock at the top of the peak, Xu Chen once again entered the dream where the real and the illusory could not be distinguished.

The night is still invading the wasteland, the light is hidden behind the clouds, but it has become brighter and brighter, the people in the field are still looking at him, including the housekeeper and the young master who were killed by him many years ago, the tall man asked him how to choose, he said he didn't want to choose, the tall man said what if he had to choose? At the end of that dream, Xu Chen killed the housekeeper and the young master again, and then walked towards the night with a knife on his back.

Xu Chen looked at the three black smokes, felt the indifferent taste from them, his body became very stiff, he knew that he was dreaming, but he didn't know how to wake up from the dream.

The night was getting colder and colder, and the light was getting more and more intense, dividing the whole sky into two halves, and the huge dragon head looked down on the people on the earth mercilessly and ignorantly, slowly opening its mouth, the soldiers on the wasteland were still fighting each other, but they couldn't see who was fighting with whom, and countless corpses were soaked in countless blood.

He looked at the tall man beside him, looking at the white hair on his shoulders, his heart was beating faster and faster, as if the war drums in the wasteland had been beaten, and they could burst out at any time, because he finally confirmed this time that the tall man in the wasteland in his dream was ...... It's Xuanwei.

Xuan Wei didn't turn around, quietly looked at the sky, looking at the war between light and darkness, but Xu Chen knew very well that Xuan Wei was waiting for himself to make a choice, he didn't want to make a choice, more precisely, he was able to make a choice last time because he was ignorant and fearless, and now he vaguely understands some things, so he is no longer so fearless, the most confusing thing for him is, why did Xuan Wei let himself make a choice?

Xu Chen wanted to escape from this dream, this blood-stained wasteland, so he turned around and ran towards the periphery of the wasteland, he ran faster and faster, his heart beat faster and faster, his breath became more and more rapid, and his face became more and more pale, so he ran into a pale sea, which was full of white lotus flowers.

The sea water was no longer warm, it was very cold, the white lotus petals were frozen into ice sculptures, and then scattered into broken jade, sinking into the sea water, and his body also sank to the bottom of the sea, into the sea water as thick as blood, the blood made it difficult for him to breathe, no, he couldn't breathe, he began to struggle desperately, trying to swim away, but found that his hands and feet were no longer able to move, and the struggle could only make himself hidden deeper.

Xu Chen opened his eyes and woke up, gasping for breath quickly, his body was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were full of frightened expressions, like a dead man. He looked at the paper pasted on the roof, and it took a long time before he finally confirmed that he had left the dream and returned to the National Teacher's Mansion.

These dreams are his biggest secret, he has not told Chen Pipi, nor has he mentioned it to Xuanwei and other senior brothers and sisters, although these dreams are full of the truth he wants to explore, but he does not dare to tell anyone, because he always feels that these dreams hide something very terrible.

Sixteen years ago, the Western Jin Dynasty Shenjun and the current Buddhist sect are speculating whether he is the son of prophecy.

Xu Chen used to think that these were completely nonsense, but every time he thought about returning to the capital from the wasteland, he heard the maid relay Wei Guangming's words, and remembered these dreams, he felt extremely frightened - if the legendary son of prophecy refers to a time-traveler from another world, then wouldn't it be himself?

The night is coming, the invasion of the underworld, although it is only a legend, it is a legend that has made the cultivators of the world vigilant and uneasy for thousands of years, he does not know the specific details, but he understands that this must be a major event involving the destruction of the world, if he is really the son of prophecy, then what will he face?

No matter how Xuan Wei is tolerant, he doesn't even care about the little uncle and his enchantment, but he definitely doesn't care about this matter, otherwise why would there be that tall figure in his dream?

No matter how quiet and warm the mountain is in the back of the mountain sect, he will not be merciful in the face of such a major issue of right and wrong, if he is the son of prophecy, the senior brother does not know what to do, but the second senior brother will definitely directly take off the ancient crown and smash him to death, and then jump off the cliff to commit suicide, with all the same love.

If he falls into the hands of the Western Jin Dynasty, he will definitely be tied to the stake and burned to charcoal, if it falls into the hands of the Buddha, will those monks shave their heads and let themselves recite scriptures in the Hanging Temple for the rest of their lives?

In this way, the best ending is to become a monk?

Xu Chen leaned on the head of the bed thinking about these things, his clothes wet with cold sweat were dry and wet, his face became more and more pale, and he couldn't imagine what kind of things he would face in the world if he was really the son of prophecy, and at that time the whole world would abandon him, leaving him alone to wander in the world, living a life of exile again, avoiding Haotian's divine light like a mouse.

At this moment, the maid moved in his arms, frowning slightly, as if she had dreamed of something bad, or felt Xu Chen's emotions at this time.

Xu Chen looked at her slightly dark face, and his mood gradually calmed down, because no matter whether he became a traitor or said that he was really the son of prophecy, there would always be a little maid who would follow him without abandoning, even if he wandered again, it would not be a wandering in the world alone, it would be a wandering of two people, so it would be good.

He lowered his head and kissed her brow, trying to break the frown away.

However, the maid did not seem to feel well, and her brows became more and more furrowed.

Xu Chen suddenly felt that something was wrong with the situation.

The maid's face became more and more pale, and from the darkness came out, and it was as palpitating as snow, and her frowning brow looked particularly painful, and her body became colder and colder.

Xu Chen was shocked and hurriedly shook her awake.

The maid opened her eyes with difficulty, looking extremely weak, and a piercing chill came out of her clothes, which actually made Xu Chen can't help but shudder.

The maid trembled in pain, clutching Xu Chen's clothes tightly, wanting to say something, but couldn't speak.

Even if Xu Chen dared to delay, she got up, whistled very loudly, pulled over a thick futon to wrap her body, hugged her arms, and rushed out like this.

He kicked the wooden door of the National Teacher's Mansion and ran to the alley.

It was not dawn, it was dark.

Xu Chen looked at the entrance of the alley and shouted angrily: "You pig, you move so slowly!"

The big black horse in his sleep was suddenly awakened by the whistle, and was about to express his dissatisfaction, so he looked at Xu Chen's face, and immediately knew that something was indeed wrong, Xu Chen's mood at this time was extremely bad, and he might really kill himself at any time, so he hurriedly kicked his four hooves and dragged the heavy carriage to the front of the National Teacher's Mansion.

Xu Chen jumped into the carriage and said with a breath: "Go to the Mountain Sect." ”

The black carriage drove like a speed, passing through the eastern city, forcibly opening the Suzaku City Gate with two waist cards, and running along the straight official road towards the Dushan Sect in the south.

In the carriage, Xu Chen hugged the maid tightly, groping in the wall of the carriage with his right hand, and kept wheezing. His body was excellent, and his breath was even longer after cultivating Haoranqi, and his breathing was naturally not due to exhaustion or toil, but to fear—because through the thick bedding, he could also feel the maid's body getting colder and colder.

Finally finding the small flask he had prepared before, he did not hesitate, unscrewed the lid with trembling fingers, and handed it to the maid's lips, and a strong aroma of wine permeated the carriage.