In the eyes of the Middle-earth people, the country of Ice and Snow Rakshasa is distant and spiritually barren, almost the residence of "orcs".
Those who go there are nothing more than deserters who have given up their future.
In the country of ice and snow, there are thousands of countries and ethnic groups, large and small, and the Aurora City that Xia Ji saw is just the largest country among them.
However, larger gravel is still gravel, and no one will care about how such gravel has changed, even if it is a change in imperial power or a change in the church.
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After the battle with Taishang, Xia Ji, who had completed his thoughts in the land of ice and snow, had already found his way to the future.
He did not hide his status as the Black Emperor, and completed the search for fire seeds throughout the Fire Tribulation Land.
He took almost all the fire he could see and cut off the path of all those who came after him.
If the aristocratic family or other forces want to take the fire again.
There are only three ways.
First, try your luck.
Second, by gift from Him.
Third, go deep into the land of fire, which is no different than seeking death.
Xia Ji finally figured it out. Even the Supreme Being couldn't fight him at close range. Even the ancestor of the Wu family still needed to escape from the Mirage Lord.
It took him two months to complete this at lightning speed.
And when the message was completely spread among the family and the world.
He is no longer the Black Emperor.
The world is filled with this terrifying news - King Shenwu actually made a deal with the devil and became a member of the devil. He is the Black Emperor, the greatest anomaly in the world. He stole all the fire and delayed the growth of mankind. opportunity.
The information quickly spread.
Although the people do not understand what "fire" is and what "opportunity for human growth" is, this does not prevent them from bathing in the excitement of this group of people and roaring along with the people, "Such a devil deserves to be killed and deserves to die."
Water has no permanent shape, and living things like water also have no permanent shape. The water flows wherever the wind blows.
This time, Xia Ji has really established himself as a devil and anomaly.
The family is looking for him.
Everyone in the world is looking for him.
find him,
trap him,
kill him.
The whole world is an enemy, but that’s all.
Those who are not of my kind will be punished.
It has nothing to do with good or evil. He is the Black Emperor and a bad omen among the fire demons, so he must die. Even if he cannot be killed now, everyone will remember this.
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Huo Jie's will is very simple.
burn,
Burn everything.
Therefore, the fire demon is also very simple.
They don't know who is friend or foe.
Those who are weak should be devoured.
If they are both bad omens, they should burn the world together.
The Black Emperor also needs to execute such a burning will.
However, Xia Ji naturally would not burn the world, nor could he kill without restraint.
Therefore, he became an alien among the fire demons.
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He became a solitary traveler.
Along the way, perhaps no one would be with me except Xiao Liuli.
This was a result he had already thought of, so it was not surprising.
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Naturally, some people had doubts about Xia Ji's second incarnation.
But with a "cunning" monster like Su Tian here, this loophole was naturally filled up seamlessly.
No one would have thought that Su Daji, the "ancestor of the Su family", would have a second body in the same ethnic group, because most of the second bodies would be in the opposite camp. This was completely considered from the perspective of overall control.
Therefore, no one would think that Su Tian is the second incarnation of the ancestor of the Su family.
No one would have thought that Su Tian would pretend to be King Shenwu's second body and appear in the world as Feng Nanbei.
When the Black Emperor was in the west and Feng Nanbei was in the south, and they both appeared at the same time, the two people who could never have been connected were naturally expelled from everyone's subconscious again.
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Xianghua Pavilion.
Waterside Pavilion.
The alternation of spring and autumn,
Back and forth.
The family noticed that the future emperor master of the Su family appeared in various places.
Either remote or distinguished.
Next to him was the future emperor, Ji Xuan.
The purpose of this imperial master is very simple.
Read a book.
Request a letter.
Most forces will give him face.
However, a small number of Gangtou Iron's forces were unwilling to borrow.
Xia Ji, who turned into Feng Nanbei, did not get angry, nor robbed, nor used the power of the family. He just waited quietly as a reader, and even helped the other party complete some things in exchange for the opportunity to read.
Because the books he read were not the secret techniques of those forces, Zaitou Tie's forces quickly softened and allowed him to read inside.
Xia Ji has been gone for ten years.
ten years,
Traveled all over the country.
ten years,
Read everything in the book.
ten years,
From north to south, from east to west, he left his mark everywhere.
The wild life of the past was washed away, and he became a gentle and elegant gentleman.
No longer drunk and singing wildly, but he is upright and upright.
He no longer carries a sword around his waist, because no one in the world knows how good his martial arts skills are. Every move he makes is a sword.
Slowly, the knife disappeared.
Slowly, the anger is gone.
Then, everything was gone.
In addition to the Yinjun and the Imperial Master, the generals and Wenshou gradually began to appear in the aristocratic family.
Everyone performs their duties.
Xia Ji can be said to be the most low-key and quiet one among them.
The strange thing is that such a person has not been able to break through the eleventh realm, but he has not been able to possess the Dharmakaya. This is also a point that many aristocratic families laugh at and many aristocratic families sigh.
He is obviously a hero in the world, but he is always jealous of his talents and prevents him from making any progress.
There is no greater trick in the world than this.
For this reason, family members who are close friends with Xia Ji will comfort him.
Family members who are at odds with Xia Ji will ridicule him.
Whether comforting or ridiculing, the young man is no longer a young man. He holds his black hair and some beard that he has not had time to clean up, walking in the mountains and rivers at the beginning of this troubled time.
Don't ask about worldly affairs, just ask about books.
Ji Xuanru was a boy, and ten years after he left, the half-dragon who had enjoyed the incense for thousands of years finally forgot his original identity, as if that past identity had become a memory of his previous life.
He has followed the trajectory of this future and has become the true son of destiny.
He also shed his original exaggeration and truly regarded himself as a disciple.
Although the two had a leather scroll contract relationship, they never mentioned it again. The master and apprentice walked together.
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In a blink of an eye, it’s the season of falling leaves.
The autumn rain is blurry, and the trees fall endlessly.
Two people walked back outside the noisy Mirror Lake.
The coir raincoat and bamboo hat protect against the wind and rain, just like every person taking shelter from the rain on this street.
"came back."
Xia Ji lifted his hat and looked into the distance. No one knew how much he had gained during the ten years of meditation.
The student beside him threw three taels of silver to the father-in-law at the ferry, "Go to the middle of the lake."
My father-in-law didn’t say much, he had money and business, so what else did he care about.
He squeezed the silver and shouted into the cabin: "Nanny, we have guests."
A little girl opened the cabin curtain and shouted in a childish voice: "Come in quickly."
She welcomed the two guests into the cabin, then hurriedly made a pot of hot tea with boiling water, grabbed some dried fruits, melon seeds and the like and put them on a plate and brought them over.
After all, he is a businessman, and Jinghu Lake has become something like a blessed place because of its reputation as an immortal.
When you open your business, you still need to prepare the minimum things.
"Two guests, let's have a taste of this year's spring tea." The little girl said with a smile, trying to open up the conversation.
"You two are also here to worship the immortal, right
But the immortal is never at home...
But let me tell you, this is a real immortal, and he is traveling around the world.
I heard from some guests from the north that this immortal traveled around, benefiting the people, slaying demons, rewarding good and punishing evil. Many guests came to pray because of his favor. "
The little girl said while looking at the two guests, then suddenly took out a scroll from under the table and said: "If you want to visit the immortals, I suggest you start here in Wucun.
For more than ten years, floods have occurred here, tsunamis have surged into the sky, and all life has been devastated, and the immortal has emerged at the right time. He is here to kill the dragon.
It is said that the dragon's blood still remains on the beach at Nawucun. Many people in the world said that they collected the sand there and put it in a pot to boil the dragon's blood. After drinking the soup, you can feel your energy and blood increase. .
We locals call that kind of red sand Longsha, which is very valuable. "
When she was talking,
The boat has already sailed.
In the gentle rain, on the surface of the lake filled with white flowers, a slippery old bamboo pushed the boat away.
This is considered a sightseeing boat.
The little girl continued to talk, and she pointed at the map, "After going to Wucun, for the second stop, you have to go to Changsheji.
However, Changsheji has been destroyed now, but if you go and look at it, you can feel how the natural disaster-like force destroyed that mountain.
After visiting Changsheji, you can go to Changlong Peak next to it.
There is the Seven Star Altar on Changlong Peak. The immortal prayed at the Seven Star Altar and borrowed the power of God to suppress the flood dragons, causing the tsunami that stretched for thousands of miles to recede and saved countless people.
However, when you two came, it was the season of autumn rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After visiting Jinghu Lake today, if you have no place to stay, I can recommend a very good inn. You two can stay overnight and taste our specialties in the south of the Yangtze River. When the weather clears, a carriage will go east to take the guests for a tour around. "
While she was talking, the guest opposite had already opened his bamboo hat, put it aside, and took a sip of hot tea.
When the little girl saw the appearance of this guest, she was suddenly stunned.
She has never seen such a graceful person. This guest exudes a mysterious and transcendent charm. His black hair and white hair are tied together and quietly tied behind his back.
A pair of eyes are as plain as the sky, like the sea, and like the abyss. They cannot make waves or stir up storms. They are filled with years and vicissitudes, as well as wisdom and strength.
The little girl was stunned for a moment. Looking at those eyes, she suddenly felt like "lying on the top of the mountain and watching the stars in midsummer."
She actually forgot to continue talking, forgot to continue selling inns and tourist routes.
Suddenly, the boat on the lake stopped.
Only after this pause did the little girl react. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Could it be that she was a nymphomaniac
This is not a big deal, the man in front of me is much older than me.
She took a deep breath and smiled: "We are at the center of Jinghu Lake. There is no way to go in front. As long as you go forward a little, you will be pushed back by a force. It is said that this is the residence of the immortals.
He didn't want anyone to disturb him, so he set up a formation.
If guests want to pay homage, they just need to bow three times here. Many guests come here and bow three times from a distance to show their respect. Once their thoughts are fulfilled, that's it, and then we turn back. "
The man grabbed the bamboo hat, thought of her and smiled gently: "Thanks."
Then he walked out of the cabin.
The man who looked like a book boy behind him walked out together.
The little girl looked at the back and thought to herself, he must be a gentleman from somewhere, he looks like he really has a college education.
She saw the two people walking to the bow of the boat.
Grandpa walked back by himself and wanted to take two puffs of dry cigarettes at the stern of the boat to give the guests space.
The little girl looked at them curiously. For some reason, she always felt that these two people were special.
Then…
She saw the man taking one step towards the lake.
The little girl's eyes widened and she exclaimed: "Don't..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw that the man did not sink into the water, but started walking on the lake in the autumn rain.
The coir raincoat and bamboo hat are still there. At first glance, they seem ordinary, but at second glance...
The little girl couldn't believe it and rubbed her eyes fiercely. Not only the man, but even the book boy behind him was walking on the water.
The two of them walked to the center of the lake that "exclusively excludes all outsiders" and walked directly in without any hindrance.
The little girl was stunned. The handful of melon seeds she held in her hand suddenly let go and scattered all over the floor...
She rushed out of the cabin and into the rain, looking into the distance in disbelief.
Thinking back to the appearance of that man just now...
Trembling, she grabbed a jade prayer statue from her arms.
The face of the jade statue and the man just now suddenly overlapped.
The little girl's eyes were red, and tears suddenly welled up. She hurried forward, laughing and crying, and knelt down at the bow of the boat.
At first glance, it seems ordinary.
Who do I look like when I look at it again
Ten years of journey to immortality,
Returning to the cold and hot days of spring and autumn.
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The news that the Mirror Lake Immortal had returned from his travels spread immediately.
More and more people come to worship.
Xia Ji sat quietly in the study of the lake center manor.
The son of destiny is quietly studying ink beside him,
Xia Ji took out the paper and spread it out.
Use jade lion paperweights to hold the four corners.
The sound of grinding ink stopped, and Ji Xuan quietly took two steps back.
Only then did Xia Ji pick up his pen.
Close your eyes,
Meditation,
Ink.
Then he wrote down three words - Wan Dharma Volume.
Then a line of fine print continued:
Unknown scattered people, who occasionally gain something, write about it and serve it to the world.
Regardless of whether you are high or low, everyone can read it. I don’t want to be famous, I just want everyone in the world to be like a dragon.
Ji Xuandao: "Teacher, why do you name Wuming Sanren? You have been practicing for ten years and studying for ten years. With great wisdom, you have combined everything into Dharma. Now you are preaching to the world, why don't you name yourself? You deserve this. of honor.”
This son of destiny has long been convinced. No one knows the horror of this teacher better than him, and no one knows the greatness of this teacher better than him.
Xia Jidao: "It's enough that everyone in the world is like a dragon, why bother asking where the book comes from?"
Say it.
He picked up the pen and swung it quickly.
He worked hard on this volume, read tens of thousands of books, and integrated the world's Dharma. Now it has become a book, preaching to the world, and hiding his fame.