Fang Xie didn't expect Mu Guangling to turn around and leave. If Mu Guangling gave up the idea of marching to the Central Plains before, Fang Xie was quite surprised, then Mu Guangling's current turn made Fang Xie My impression of him changed drastically. In Mu Guangling's own words, he has always known what is light and what is heavy. Some people may think that Mu Guangling is contradicting himself, but in fact... he has always had that protection.
Suddenly, Fang Xie felt that the source of the words Mu Guangling, the true gentleman, was not precisely here? Fang Jie thought that he had seen through the essence of a person, so he thought it was just a joke that the common people gave Mu Guangling the words "true gentleman". But now, he was a little ashamed to find that what the common people saw was always so real.
Fang Jie turned around and jumped off the big boat, a small boat in the big river skimmed across the river like lightning, the fat man standing on the boat waved his sleeves back, and the boat came quickly. When the boat arrived, when Fang Jie landed on the boat, the boat swayed, and the fat man immediately turned pale.
"Let you practice lightness kung fu, so you can't take care of other people's emotions?"
It was really difficult for Fatty to drive a small boat, and Fang Xie really didn't know how to do it lightly. His speed came entirely from the explosive power of his muscles, so when he fell, it was inevitable that the boat would shake.
"Where do I have time to practice that thing?"
Fang Jie stood at the bow of the boat, with his feet firmly planted, as if they were nailed to the boat, and then pressed his palms on the sides of the boat, and immediately there were waves of water on both sides of the boat. The boat rushed forward like an arrow from the string, before Xiang Qingniu was ready to sit on the boat, he gave Fang Xie a resentful look: "If you pee in fear, you fucking wash my underwear ?"
Fang Jie smiled and said, "I'm in a hurry."
Xiang Qingniu simply lay down in the boat, as if leaning on something on his back could make him feel more at ease. Every time Fang Jie pressed his hand down, the boat would rush forward hundreds of meters. Although it was going upstream, the speed of the boat was staggering. The boatmen on the river were stunned when they saw this scene.
"My God, that ship is flying on the water!"
"Who is that man driving the boat!"
"Is that a fairy?"
"It must be, only gods have that kind of demeanor!"
A large boat from someone's house came from the opposite side, and several young girls in their prime, who were sixteen or seventeen years old, gathered together and chirped to point out the scenery on both sides of the strait, like a group of birds singing on the branches. Some of them had sharp eyes, and when they saw the small boat coming from the opposite side, they covered their mouths and let out a low cry, and the girls immediately turned to look.
But I saw a young man in black shirt standing on the bow of the boat. I don't know what kind of magic was used. The boat flew by as if sticking to the water. The young man didn't push the boat or shake the oars. It's the same as walking on your own. The young man stood upright at the bow of the boat, so chic.
All of a sudden, those girls stared round and looked this way, why would they care about the scenery
Lying in the boat, Xiang Qingniu saw a few beautiful girls on the big boat passing by, he whistled loudly, the fat on his smiling face trembled, and his small eyes narrowed into slits. With this appearance, no one would believe that he is the head teacher of Qingle Mountain Yiqi Temple, the Daoist of the Sui Dynasty.
"I've learned a lot. I used to see women hiding away, but now I dare to play hooligans."
Fang Jie said without looking back.
"Pooh."
Xiang Qingniu smiled and said: "This is true temperament, what do you call hooliganism?"
At this moment, the boat turned into a dolphin-like appearance. Every time Fang Xie exerted strength, the boat would jump up and leave the water, very similar to the appearance of a dolphin jumping out.
"spit."
Xiang Qingniu spat the fishy-smelling mercury that rushed into his mouth: "I thought you and Mu Guangling would have a shocking battle, and this would also be a decisive battle that would cause a lot of exclamations in the world. I ran four or five miles early this morning to find a shop, bought melon seeds, peanuts and a pot of wine, and waited to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight after preparing so well, you two didn't fight, are you sorry for me?"
Fang Jie smiled and said, "To put it simply, you took off your trousers and showed you this, right?"
"fart!"
How could Xiang Qingniu understand Fang Jie's brain circuit, cursed, and then said leisurely: "But then again, do you know why there are no outstanding practitioners in Dongjiang? He is a member of the imperial court and not a true quack. There are few sects in Eastern Xinjiang, but why did the founder of the Penglai sect go to the island to find some pure practice?"
Fang Jie was a little curious about this: "Why?"
"Others may not really know, but I do know a little bit."
Xiang Qingniu raised the corners of his mouth proudly.
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Xiang Qingniu rested his arms and looked at the blue sky and white clouds: "It is said that a long, long time ago, about two hundred years ago. The rivers and lakes in the Central Plains were very prosperous, and there were many famous schools and masters. Each school has its own. There are constant disputes among the masters of the town faction, and every once in a while there will be two sects or even several sects fighting each other. Do you know why this situation occurs?"
Fang Jie shook his head, waiting for Xiang Qingniu to continue.
Xiang Qingniu said slowly: "The reason for such a chaotic situation is because the ruler of the rivers and lakes, the largest sect, Yueyingtang, collapsed."
This is the second time Fang Jie has heard this name: "The Yueyingtang before Wanjiantang conquered Jianghu?"
"right."
Xiang Qingniu said: "My master defeated the head of the Moon Shadow Hall, and then the Moon Shadow Hall began to decline. Later, the master built the Wanjian Hall, and in order to save face, the masters of the thirty-six branch halls of the Four Great Protectors brought their masters I attacked the gate of Wanjiantang, but my master broke it with a sword. Since then, Yueyingtang has been in a slump. And my master has no intention of taking the opportunity to dominate the world, so after the fall of Yueyingtang, disputes arose."
"As a result, Moon Shadow Hall became the first unlucky one. Most of the masters were folded, and the once behemoth left only a false name, so many sects of the Jianghu united to crusade against Moon Shadow Hall. Many sects besieged Yueyingtang Shanhezhuang, and Yueyingtang was destroyed. However, those Jianghu sects who besieged Shanhezhuang also suffered heavy losses, and Yueyingtang killed a lot of people because of a lean camel that was bigger than a horse."
Xiang Qingniu said: "At that time, it was also because the former Great Zheng State had been corrupted, and the court could not control the Jianghu, so the situation was extremely chaotic. After the fall of Yueyingtang, many people began to think about being number one in the world, but I didn’t dare to really challenge my master. At this time, some sects thought of a way. They invited the person known as the number one master in Eastern Xinjiang to the Central Plains, pretending that they would respect him as the leader of the rivers and lakes, and let him go to the Central Plains. Challenge my master."
Fang Jie smiled: "The result can be imagined."
"right."
Xiang Qingniu said: "At the rivers and lakes meeting held that year, my master was invited to make peace with all parties. , It turns out that those people deliberately created a scene to summon the leaders of the sects in the Jianghu to witness the decisive battle between the number one expert in the Eastern Border and the master. What they want to see is a scene where both sides will suffer."
"My master has never been afraid of fighting. In that battle, the number one master in Eastern Xinjiang was defeated by my master, and that person left unwillingly. That was the day my master commented on the world's martial arts at the Jianghu Conference. Later , because the number one expert in the Eastern Border was not convinced, he brought a large number of Eastern Border practitioners into the pass, and wiped out several sects that invited him to the Central Plains one after another. Those people couldn't beat him, so they had to ask my master again."
"My master once again defeated the number one master in Eastern Xinjiang, and abolished his cultivation. I thought the matter would end like this... Who knows, all the sects in the Central Plains united to counterattack and enter Eastern Xinjiang. That battle ... It was extremely tragic. Almost all the sects in Eastern Xinjiang were destroyed, and they have not recovered from it until now. I speculate that the founder of the Penglai sect ran to Penglai just to avoid the chaotic war An island retreat."
"think about it… "
Xiang Qingniu paused for a moment and said: "Hundreds of sects joined forces to enter the eastern border and almost wiped out the practitioners in the eastern border. That scene must be too tragic to bear to watch."
Fang Jie also had some feelings in his heart, either because he was too absorbed in listening, or because he was thinking too much, his mind was a little dazed, and he didn't know what happened. Everything turned into fog. It was extremely thick, and there was a bloody smell gradually emitting from the mist.
The bloody wind gradually blew away the mist, and Fang Jie seemed to see countless people rushing towards this side, each with determination and unyielding faces. These people brushed past Fang Jie's boat and strode towards the east. They were covered with blood and wounds, and their clothes were ragged. They looked a little bleak but extraordinarily heroic. On the other side of them, there seemed to be a large black shadow that they couldn't see clearly.
They rushed forward stepping on the blood, and one by one fell down for unknown reasons, and the people behind immediately filled up and continued to move forward. All kinds of cultivation powers were continuously displayed, and the vitality of the world was chaotic like a volcanic eruption. The people in front keep dying, and the people behind keep moving forward.
This scene almost made Fang Xie's heart stop beating.
A cultivator rushed to the front, suddenly a mass of red light flashed, he gritted his teeth and stood in front of the companion behind him, holding a red thing in his arms, and then the thing exploded, and the cultivator was blown to pieces. The companions behind looked down at the mutilated corpses on the ground, wiped off the blood on their faces, shouted and continued to move forward.
Fang Jie saw flags of various colors, which were the banners of various sects. Some sects were marked by the sun and the moon, some by animals, and some by swords. There were all kinds of flags. People gathered together, and the crowd behind the flag gathered into a sea.
The colors are different, the clothes are different, and the exercises they practice are different, but their faces are all the same... perseverance!
Fang Xie couldn't help shaking his body, he was frightened by what he saw in a trance, really frightened. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and the hallucination disappeared immediately. There is nothing on the river, no fog, no crowds, no smell of blood.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing him in a daze, Xiang Qingniu asked.
"It's okay, I'm too fascinated to hear it."
Fang Jie smiled, but didn't realize that his face had changed color.
He wasn't sure what he saw in his hallucination, maybe it was really because of Xiang Qingniu's story that he saw the Jianghu war more than two hundred years ago? However, Fang Jie knew very well that it was definitely not a war two hundred years ago. If it was a fight in the rivers and lakes, how could everyone have the same expression? There are too many disputes in the rivers and lakes, and I have never seen such a brave man who is not afraid of death!
Fang Jie suddenly remembered, when he left Chang'an for Yongzhou, he passed Mangdang Mountain and saw the scene in a trance on Kaishantai. Countless black-armored troops marched northward like a long dragon on the official road. On the chariot, the golden armored general was so tall.
Fang Jie was in a trance for a while, he turned his head to look, this time there was no Mount Mangdang, no Kaishan Terrace.
He closed his eyes and recalled his hallucinations that day. In my mind, the dark army is still so clear. On the huge chariot, the general in golden armor suddenly turned his head to look at him, and the eyes behind the visor looked straight at Fang Xie. Fang Jie could even clearly know that the golden armor general smiled at him. The face of the general in golden armor is obviously blocked behind the visor, so why can Fang Jie see his smile
Fang Jie trembled slightly, opened his eyes abruptly and stopped thinking about it.
those eyes
so familiar
What exactly are these images