Fu Canglu

Chapter 667
The wind and snow were blowing, the sword energy was surging, and a streak of lotus clothes flew over the snow-covered grassland.

The little Highness ran with both feet, with a light sword intent, as if walking on a black line, two waves of heavy snow flew out, and the black line disappeared in an instant, all the way to the west.

Coming out of Yincheng, Yi Xiao's white scarf has contained Murong's two spirits.

These two souls are extremely precious, there are three strands of souls in total, only the last one needs to be collected. Perhaps, there will be a miracle.

Yi Xiao clenched his fists in his sleeves, and looked into the distance with a determined face. There was a vast expanse of white snow, and the Bachi Mountain collapsed. For several days.

Going to the Western Regions is because of the "Longevity Law of the Western Regions".

Yi Xiao has always had an ominous premonition in his heart. In Lanling City, Tianque has been following the teacher's footsteps for these years. Under the leadership of Yuan Tiangang, Tianque's underground organization is madly advancing towards the word "longevity". No one can escape the fate of becoming a handful of bones.

No matter how you look at it, the teacher is an exception.

Qi Liang's library, past history, and incomplete murals. From slash-and-burn farming, to cavalry wars, to bloodshed and sailing, and then to Taiping years, this young man came from the end of the years. , supported the overlord of Western Chu to overthrow the Great Qin, witnessed the rise and fall of the entire Shifu era, and conquered the vast territory of the nineteen southern provinces together with his father in the era of the eight kingdoms' iron cavalry conquests.

He is like a real ferryman on this long river. On the left and right sides, one side is peace, the other side is war, and the front and back are two ends, one is the past and the other is the future.

Such a person, why...will he devote himself so much to researching the word longevity?
Didn't he already have immortality?

He still wants to live a little longer. A little longer, he has lived long enough, and still doesn't feel enough.

Just one point.

He will die too.

In the vast snowfield, Yi Xiao is isolated from the outside world. He doesn't know how the Northern Expedition is going, how long it will take before Luoyang City can be captured, and whether Xiguan will join the battlefield. But he has a vague intuition.

The person who made me feel uneasy hidden under the Civil War.

It is my own teacher.

Yuan Tiangang was waiting for the battlefield to end.

And this day won't be long.

Yi Xiao never thought that one day she would stand on the opposite side of her teacher.

He is very familiar with his teacher who always has a calm face. Taishan collapses in front of him without changing his face, and elk rises on the left without blinking. He looks like a teenager with a huge chest, and he is always the winner on the chess scale.

Fear because of familiarity.

Before the age of 16, he studied with his teacher every day, nine schools of miscellaneous studies, from scrolls to calligraphy and painting, to chess scales, the directors of each family, all kinds of miscellaneous, the boy from his childhood, to the last youth , has always maintained that smile, everything in the world is in his chest.

Know everything, know everything.

And such a gentle, knowledgeable, all-knowing and omnipotent person, stayed in Lanling City of Qiliang for 16 years, and established such an appearance.
One day, you find out that these are all fake.

It's just a disguise.

He may be a man full of resentment, but he pretends to smile.Maybe he is an extreme extreme person, but he pretends to be moderate.Maybe he is a stubborn and ruthless person, but he has a gentle and considerate smile.

There has never been a perfect person in this world.

Only perfect characters.

In ancient times, Maharaja, any one of the top ten demon kings under his command was a ruthless character who could challenge Confucian saints on their own.

The monster clan has not yet retreated to the Western Regions, and they are dividing this vast land with humans.

Until the fall of the maharaja, the monster clan retreated again and again, and finally settled in Bachi Mountain, using the boundless snowfield as their last retreat.

The saints of Confucianism, the ancestors of Taoism, and the Bodhisattvas of Buddhism. These great figures left more or less inheritances, which are still spread in the Central Plains. If you can learn one of them, if you can master them, you will be able to shine. If you can learn three or four of them, you will be a great stranger. For example, Xuan Shangyu, the master of the Northern Wei Dynasty, who wore purple robes. His studies are extremely complicated. After he came down from Buddhism, he secretly learned from all the great masters. He mainly focused on mystical arts, criss-crossing yin and yang. He had at least three techniques in his sleeves, plus Buddhist supernatural powers.

The spells of these great figures are mostly for the purpose of proving longevity.

In Confucianism, "immortals caressing the top", in Taoism, "hair knotting and longevity seal", vertical and horizontal yin and yang, paying attention to swallowing luck and cultivating one's body, all these are for living longer.

In the era when talented people and strange men emerged in endlessly, those big monks lived for a long time by relying on their own skills, some for hundreds of years, some for nearly a thousand years, and there were also sword masters who were born with sword embryos, and finally gathered more than a thousand years of life, far exceeding the saints of the three religions. .

But it is recognized that it is the closest to the step of longevity.

He is the Maharaja of the Western Regions.

The man sitting on the top of the snow mountain, reincarnated in the tenth life, was almost about to take the last step with the method of longevity in the Western Regions.

He was only missing a human body.

And Yi Xiao is just such a body, the long-lived method of the Western Regions, the human body that she dreams of.

tenth world.

The perfect life.

The majestic heavy snow fell on the Daxue Mountain in the far west.

An old man with white eyebrows, wearing a white robe, with his hands hanging down and his sleeves fluttering. He is a monster that has lived for a long time. His withered hands hidden in his sleeves are surrounded by pale emerald green, and his appearance looks gentle and easy. He stood on the top of the snow mountain, surrounded by dozens of young monsters in black robes.

Take another step back and you will see the cliff.

The group of monsters in black robes did not intend to give in at all.

They just watched the old man in front of them silently and silently, waiting for him to make the final choice.

The old man said calmly: "Feng Bai is dead, don't you understand? Our Majesty has returned."

"The blood of the emperor flows in the body of the monster race, and even the weakest monster has the gift of the majesty." He looked calm, and his eyes swept away from the young face in black: "When that person comes to the Western Regions, you must also Feeling that you are forcing me to death now, you will regret it when the Maharaja returns."

"Old man Bai."

Among the crowd, a tall and straight figure slowly stood up.

He took off his black robe, and his fangs grew wildly. This young big monster was extremely successful in transformation. If he stung the two saber teeth protruding downwards, he would be the most handsome person in the human world.

When the Bachi Mountain collapsed and the barren people and the monster race moved westward together, the balance between the two was invisibly broken.

The monster race is born with a strong body. Compared with the barren people, those half-monsters are more able to adapt to the snowy field. During these days of moving west, because of the favor of the majesty's blood, some monster races have already begun to return to their ancestors. The decline, the more lucky few are able to inherit the great talent.

The old man Bai is just a half-demon. His body is filled with the blood of the Western Region Xuemu's demon clan. Apart from living a long time, this kind of monster has no other specialties. In comparison, it looks fragile and vulnerable.

And the handsome young big monster standing out in front of him is a new type of monster born in the Western Regions. After moving far to the Bachi Mountain and then westward, the camp of the Western Regions was cut and divided into several categories.

A kind of old part of Gu Shengcheng, they had a huge advantage after Gu Shengcheng unified Bachi Mountain, and the decision to move westward was also made by them Even if the man never came out again, they still controlled the Yaozu dominance.

It's just a little ridiculous that after Gu Shengcheng took over the chess palace, he intended to support those desolate people, half-demons, and even human beings who had nowhere to turn to the monster clan who were suffering from the huge blows of the local monsters just like when he first entered the chess palace. and cultivation.

But he left too early, too hastily.

After the Bachi Mountain collapsed and the demon tribe moved westward, these desolate people, half-monsters, were repressed into disrepair.

As for the humans who took refuge in the Western Regions, most of them had no time to absorb the demon blood from the blood pool and became new members of the Chess Palace. They had already become food for their future comrades on the long and hungry journey westward.

The men in black robes showing their fangs in front of them are the ones who have the most say in the Yaozu.

In terms of cultivation, he is now probably on par with the first-class domain masters among human beings, and he has inherited Feng Bai's white tiger talent. If Wang Luo, the general of Qiliang, came to the Western Regions, with the help of the local geographical advantage, this young big monster should be Can be slightly better.

The power of the Western Regions, after the collapse of Bachi Mountain, has degraded so badly.

With the blood pool gone, the savings of the Yaozu for thousands of years will also be gone.

The upper floors of the chess palace tried their best to take away a small part of the blood pool.

In addition to Gu Shengcheng's old ministry, another group is the staunch supporters of the return of the Maharaja, and is regarded as the "Royalists".

After the Maharaja descended to Bachi Mountain, and pointed at the dead wind, the old man of the past, the part of the power holders who were deeply rooted in the chess palace, began to fear the day when the Maharaja returned.

All conspiracies, in the face of absolute power, are a blank sheet of paper.

Vulnerable.

The young demon with his sabre-toothed face grinned, and said softly: "Old man Bai, I worked my life for Lord Qinghuo, and I used to believe that the majesty can come back, but if the majesty can really come back, then the lord Suzaku will also come back. "

Saber Tooth restrained his smile and said, "But Master Suzaku is dead. The Western Regions are now in a desperate situation, and Master Qinghuo is the only hope for the Western Regions."

"Humans are fighting so hard that they have no time to take care of us. It's useless for us to hide anywhere after they finish fighting." The young big demon reached into his robe with one hand and pulled out a long blue rope tied to his chest. , on the other end of the rope is a pitch-black inverse cross key.

The wind and snow fell on the reverse cross key, the lines were hot and flowing, and the snowflakes were instantly burned to ashes by the high temperature.

He slowly stretched out the other hand, with the palm facing upwards, and said softly: "Old man Bai, hand over the key to open the small world. The fire in the Western Regions can be rekindled."

(End of this chapter)