Although the flood in the East China Sea has not yet been resolved, the flood will end when the Haijiao clan's coup is completely completed.
Bo Qi promised the mysterious Mr. Feng a huge reputation, so he would naturally continue to put pressure on him.
As for Xia Ji, his statement to Zhao Xuan that he had "no intention of fame or fortune" was neither true nor false.
Because he will not be intoxicated with this so-called fame and fortune, so he has no intention.
But he needs these fame and fortune to lay the foundation for his path as an imperial master and his future, so he cares.
Some people enjoy fame and fortune and flock to it like ducks.
Some people regard fame and fortune as hypocrisy and avoid them like tigers.
However, Xia Ji used this as a chess piece, neither approaching nor avoiding.
The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop; if a person wants to live, he can only strive for self-improvement.
Good and evil, life and death, victory and defeat, who comes first and who comes last
Naturally, there is victory and defeat first, and then there is life and death. After life and death, there is good and evil. This has always been the case in history.
Victory or defeat depends on the game,
Since five hundred years is one calamity,
Then, naturally, five hundred years is one round.
Xia Ji took the children, An Xun, and Banlong back to the lakeside manor.
The west courtyard was allocated for everyone to live in.
Fortunately, this manor is huge. This special manor arranged by the Su family can accommodate an army of nearly ten thousand people.
Xia Ji looked at the children,
I searched my mind for a purple body-training technique for them to practice.
As for skills, he combined thousands of skills to create a god-slaying flying knife. He has exhausted many skills. Instead of looking for skills, it is better to create one by himself.
So he spent most of the day and created the "New Version of the Ten Styles of the Wusheng Sword" based on the original "King of Northern Swordsman" Feng Niuma's Wusheng Sword, integrating many moves into one, so that the children can practice it diligently. Practice more.
The name of the boy possessed by the half-dragon is Han Lang. Xia Ji is not planning to ask him to do anything special. Since he is pretending to be a boy, let's continue pretending. And with him in charge of the lake manor, it can be regarded as In addition to the formation, there is a second level of protection.
Han Lang is very lonely,
He won't be with other children at all.
He was treated like a weirdo.
However, Han Lang didn't care at all. He, a half-dragon who had been worshiped by incense for a thousand years, could sit still for a hundred years like a Bodhisattva.
After the initial depression, the half-dragon has accepted the reality. What's more, Mr. Feng is so powerful and mysterious, and he actually hides the eleventh realm's trump card. He was not unjustly defeated.
The reputation of King Shenwu and the details of the only battle at Fuyu Mountain have not been transmitted here. Otherwise, the half-dragon would instantly understand that this person is King Shenwu, and would be even more emotional when the time comes.
At the same time, Han Lang also had a little more expectation in his heart. He had heard that in every catastrophe, there would always be a few core people who would stir up the storm, and the core one would be judged as the master of the tribulation.
The Lord of Tribulation is the "bell-breaker" of a great calamity, and he is also the person who gains the most from a great calamity.
Although the half-dragon did not think that Mr. Feng would be the master of the robbery, there was still hope for him to survive until the end of the robbery. Although he was completely enslaved, he was actually completely bound to a chariot in a different way. .
Han Lang settled here peacefully.
At first, there were children who called him to practice martial arts with him, but later, no one called him anymore.
Han Lang also enjoyed the peace and quiet. He often sat quietly at the bottom of the lake to get some air.
From time to time, I devour some passing fish and shrimps,
Days like this can be considered freedom for an old monster who has been bound for thousands of years.
But the calamity has come, and everything in it may perish or rise. Han Lang looked at the deep water waves in front of him, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.
Feng Nanbei, what are you going to do
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Xia Ji is waiting.
In the past six months, he has grown rapidly, whether in terms of strength, spirit or self.
From the beginning, a strange chess piece trapped like a beast, to now, a chess player who wants to play a game of 500 years.
From the beginning, it was a clumsy method that could not control the situation, to now, it is a majestic method.
He has grown a lot.
In the past, he hated, and now, he still hates, and in the future, he may continue to hate. If the family cannot be destroyed, this hatred will last forever.
While he was waiting, he sat by the lake, rubbing and making rosary beads, and listened to Hu Xianer's report on the situation in the imperial capital in the far north and Xiao Su's safety.
The children will combine the difficulties of practicing and wait for him to answer them all at dusk.
An Xun would come to ask questions about the talisman from time to time. She had already swallowed three dragon blood pills, and now she did not dare to use force, otherwise her muscles would explode instantly.
She no longer regarded the boy as a peer, but as an old monster who had grown up in reverse. She no longer had any feelings between men and women, but a true relationship between master and disciple.
Willows are green by the lake,
The flowers in the pond are red,
The lotus root breeze passed through the hall,
Birds are singing.
An Xun once again grabbed her notes and ran towards the lake. She was very energetic today, so she felt windy when she walked.
She wanted to rush up and ask questions, but she suddenly stopped.
Although the back of the man sitting by the lake looks unruly, it gives people an inexplicable feeling of loneliness.
An Xun couldn't help but think, "If the master is an old monster, then where is the master's wife? The one who is worthy of the master must be a real fairy, right?"
After all, women are very gossipy. After asking questions related to the talisman, she asked casually: "Master, who are you waiting for?"
"I'm not waiting for anyone."
"Then have you been living here alone?"
Xia Ji didn't answer her.
But there is a strange loneliness in my heart.
He also has seven emotions and six desires.
But this journey is thrilling every step of the way. Five hundred years is a small game, six thousand years is a big game, and the future of the Twelve Killings is uncertain. Who can accompany him on this journey
Who can keep up with him
If you can't keep up with him, you will eventually drift further and further apart and become people in two different worlds. Chickens and ducks can't communicate with each other at all. And if both parties can't even look at each other, what's the point of having a relationship
An Xun stuck out his tongue and went down carefully. He stood in the distance and watched for a while. After all, he felt sorry for his master. When he was having dinner, he saw that the master hadn't come yet, so he took a lot of food and brought a plate of wine to him. .
Xia Ji was just thinking about the problem. He glanced at the wine and food and asked curiously: "Are you afraid that I won't have dinner?"
An Xun shook his head hurriedly: "No, no, I'm afraid that Master won't eat on time... Although Master is an immortal, he still has to be disciplined."
Xia Ji was a little dumbfounded. He looked at the disciple who had accepted Su Yueqing's wishes and said, "I'm fine. There's no need to give it away next time."
An Xun: "Oh, please take care of yourself, old man."
Xia Ji was stunned, guessing that she probably thought of him as an old monster, so he didn't say much and just nodded, "I understand."
After An Xun left, a tall boy's figure appeared in the darkness. Han Lang walked slowly behind Xia Ji and said softly, "These are actually burdens."
Xia Ji glanced at him and did not answer the question, but said: "You really have nothing to do, check this manor to see if there are any defense loopholes or traps that are detrimental to us.
If you know how to make utensils, you can start making them. At the beginning of the five hundred years, now is the time for initial accumulation. If the war really breaks out in the future, you will no longer have the time now. "
Han Lang didn't answer, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
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In the night, ripples formed in the middle of the lake.
A small boat carrying ten people arrived in front of the village protection formation.
These ten people were all dressed as disciples of the Su family. Xia Ji knew at a glance that these people were clearly "sent by the Su family to help him", but secretly "sent by Su Yueqing or An Rongrong to kill him" .
Xia Ji opened the formation and allowed the small boat to enter.
When the ten people saw Xia Ji, they all respectfully said, "I have met Mr. Feng."
Immediately, the ten people began to take out the Su family tokens and introduce their identities.
After it was over, the atmosphere relaxed a little. Some people looked into the distance and saw many children and An Xun, and couldn't help showing some surprise.
The dignified Imperial Master just bought these things to play with
So, someone said: "When the family gate opens, I would like to donate ten beauties to add beauty to the Emperor's Manor. These ten beauties will ensure that all of them will have a distinguished status in the world."
Someone said: "I would like to give the emperor a pair of fierce guard dogs."
Another person said: "I am willing to build ten large five-tooth ships for the emperor's master to sail across this lake."
Another person said: "I am willing to help the emperor dredge waterways and dig canals. The emperor can go wherever he wants by boat, and the world will be free."
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Xia Ji listened for a while, then looked away from the ten people and then focused on the seven people.
Those seven people were all confidants of the real eldest princess.
And one of them suddenly met Xia Ji's eyes.
Xia Ji waved: "Follow me."
"Yes, Mr. Feng."
This disciple named Su Xiong followed Xia Ji as he walked away from the lake, while An Xun took the rest of them into the side room.
Xia Jida said, "Can you tell me something?"
Su Xiong lowered his voice and said: "Mr. Feng, the Ice Emperor has always admired your talent. The emperor also supported him and became hostile to you because he mistrusted Su Yi. That was the trend of the camp and the situation. But the emperor himself and Mr. There is no hatred at all, on the contrary, every time I mention Mr., I am full of praise.”
Xia Ji said calmly: "Continue."
Su Xiong wiped his face and changed into another man, and then said: "Mr. Feng, I am not the real Su Xiong. The real Su Xiong has already explained many things to the emperor."
"What's up?"
Fake Su Xiong said softly: "The current eldest princess is fake."
Xia Ji remained calm, "Is that true?"
The fake Su Xiong hesitated for a moment, and then said: "He should have been imprisoned or dead."
Xia Ji's thoughts changed and he suddenly came up with a simple guess:
The eldest princess arranged for her men to go out in two batches.
Ice Emperor intercepted the final list, and then noticed something strange about the people among them.
Those seven people were sent out at the same time, and they didn't get confirmation from the eldest princess. Naturally, they felt suspicious in their hearts. But this is also within the consideration of the eldest princess, because these seven people are temporary additions. Even if they have suspicions, they do not have enough time to confirm it, and family orders cannot be violated.
But the Ice Emperor was keenly aware of this anomaly, so he grabbed one person with poorer defense in the center overnight to break through, and slowly lured out all the words.
When the murderous calamity just started, both the Ice Emperor and the eldest princess were digesting the Xuan Gong initiation given by their families and could not do anything else.
Therefore, the Ice Emperor sent one of his subordinates to replace Su Xiong and go out to recruit him. At the same time, he was preparing to launch an attack immediately after the initiation.
However, even Su Xiong didn't know what happened to the real eldest princess, so the fake Su Xiong in front of him gave himself an uncertain answer.
The fake Su Xiong continued: "Mr. Feng is a great talent and is the pillar of our Su family. Even if the eldest princess is kind to you, it is only to compete with the emperor for power.
If she were the real eldest princess, the emperor would not let me persuade you, but now, since she is a fake, she is no longer worthy of Mr. Feng's loyalty. "
Xia Ji was silent, with a look in his eyes that said, "I know the information, but I'm suspicious and cautious."
Fake Su Xiong looked at his expression and continued: "The emperor said that the reason why she added these seven people was to use Mr. Feng's hand to eliminate future troubles for her. Mr. Feng must not be fooled by her. ."
Xia Ji nodded pretending to be solemn, but suddenly said: "But I won't believe your words. I will naturally find out about this matter when I return to the Su family!"
Fake Su Xiong breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that everything was as expected. Feng Nanbei was also kept in the dark. In fact, it was normal. If the eldest princess was a fake, which Su family member would be willing to go crazy with her
Although Feng Nanbei is from the eldest princess camp, first of all, he is from the Su family.
"Mr. Feng, my name is Su Ze, but from now on you will just call me Su Xiong." After saying that, the fake Su Xiong touched his face again, and his face turned into that of Su Xiong again.
Xia Ji said: "Go and rest first."
"Yes, Mr. Feng."
Su Ze withdrew respectfully.
Xia Ji looked at the moonlight of a lake and breathed out softly.
An Rongrong... Just wish yourself well.
When he thought of An Rongrong, he thought of the cat, and how she once flirted with him in his arms, but...both he and An Rongrong needed to be on their own, otherwise they would not be able to kill each other step by step. Survive the calamity.
He will do his job well, but if An Rongrong can't survive, then... she is just a special passerby.
This journey has no end, and this chess game spans thousands of years or more.
Xia Ji took back his thoughts.
His original plan was to kill those seven people. Now he has made slight adjustments, but it won't change too much.
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"There are immortals in the south of the Yangtze River, who are independent from the world.
The blowing wind calms the tsunami, and the waving wave clears away the demons.
Killing a dragon in ten steps, red blood and white crane clothes.
When the matter is over, whisk it away and hide it deep in the west of Jinghu Lake. "
On the high platform, a talented man in white raised his pen to the highest point of Baiyun Tower and wrote poems, which attracted a round of applause.
The talented man threw his pen and drank wine and said: "In the past few days, I have traveled to the seaside, and I can hear the name of this immortal everywhere. I have longed for it for a long time, and I just wish I could not see it. After asking around all the way, I found out that the immortal is actually I live on the west side of Jinghu Lake. I went to visit, but I couldn't get in. It's a pity that my luck is shallow."
This topic immediately resonated with many people.
Another man in colorful clothes said: "I heard that the immortal saved people's lives with talisman water. I don't know how many people he saved along the way. Many fishing villages and even small towns have set up his Immortal Shrine."
"What's this? Didn't you see that the immortal breathed out the energy of heaven and earth, turning into a strong wind that rolled hundreds of miles away? He plunged a long knife into the sea and stepped on the waves, killing monsters like butchering chickens. He threw out a handful of paper figures, transformed into a strong man and pressed down with powerful soldiers. Sea monster.”
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Everyone was talking a lot, discussing this mysterious immortal who had become extremely famous in recent days.
Upstairs in Baiyun, a burly man was listening quietly, then stood up silently and went directly to the city lord's palace in Juye City.
He is one of the many secret spies of Lei Lu, Lord of Juye City.
Not long after, he knelt in front of a man with extraordinary appearance and bearing, "My lord, according to what Li Caizi said today, the immortal lives in the west of Jinghu Lake."
"Li Caizi? That Li Qinglian who is looking for immortals everywhere?"
"Exactly."
Lei Lu paced and pondered: "Although he is addicted to alcohol, he is absolutely trustworthy in his search for immortals and poetry, and there is indeed an expert living in the west of Jinghu Lake. Let me go and visit him personally."
"My lord, he has everything to do with everything..."
"It doesn't matter. For a person like this to let others go, it would be a sign of neglect."