Ying was the ancient capital of the Yin state. Six hundred years ago, the monarch of the Yin state died and the prince was not established. The whole country was torn apart immediately, and each was established as the king. However, no matter how it rose and fell, Ying has been an ancient capital for hundreds of years, a strategic location. , has not changed.
Tianchuan and Ronghe River meet here, forming a vast plain with slow water flow, abundant fish and rice, and abundant products. In those days, Yin State built embankments and arch dams on the Ronghe River, dug ditches, and turned water damage into water conservancy. The creation of a canal will not only make the business prosperous here, but also allow excess water to leak into Tianchuan from the canal when floods come, preventing the dam from breaking.
In order that the canal would not be abandoned due to the panic of dredging, Li Guozhu, a talented and shrewd man, made great efforts to make a three-compound soil with lime, clay and river sand, which was used to pave roads and build houses. Today, the sand mining industry of the canal is still prosperous, and the excess silt still remains. It can be purchased by farmers on both sides of the strait, with excellent fertility and in short supply.
Therefore, compared with other countries, the citizens of Yingdu can be regarded as a country that is prosperous and safe, and they occasionally change their dynasties without hurting the civilians too much.
Today, Yingdu is a city-state alone, and its name is Ying. It controls the surrounding tens of thousands of miles of plains and defends several mountain passes at the foothills of the west, so that it is not afraid of foreign enemies.
In those days, Yin Guozhu Li Xianjing visited many times and found that several wetlands in the estuary were very suitable for the growth of a kind of elixir called "Luochuan Flower". After many years of experiments on the river, he found out how to cultivate it. This low-level elixir is very It is suitable for cultivators to refine their bones and forge their bodies, attracting many scattered cultivators, so Yingdu is now relying on this feature, a fairy city has opened, and the royal family is attached to the Taiqing faction, barely passing the day.
However, today, a flying peak suddenly landed in the distance. After circling for a few times, it landed on a river beach outside the city. On the peak, the two characters Kunlai were drawn with stylus and silver, making it difficult for people to turn a blind eye.
For a time, the people in the city were in a panic all day long, and their hearts were fluctuating. Many monks and dignitaries dragged their families with their families overnight and fled from the city.
Feng Qingxiu walked on the busy street, found a teahouse in the downtown area, sat for a while, and then hooked up to a shop assistant.
"What's the matter with the guest officer?" The little Er looked at him in his early twenties, with a worried look on his face, and his words were also three-pointed in fear.
"This little brother, I'm an outsider, I just arrived here, I don't know why the people in the city are panicking?" Feng Qingxiu has a handsome face and an extraordinary demeanor, her smile like a spring breeze slightly eased the anxiety of the second shopkeeper, "What happened? , why are all these people saying 'Kun-Lai is here! Run away'?"
They Kun-Lai are sought after by thousands of people in the Western Continent, and the current situation is really the first time they have encountered them.
"You said this," the little Er sighed heavily, "Guest officer, you don't know, it was a grudge between Kun-Lai and Emperor Li, which caused the prosperous Great Yin Kingdom to disappear. I heard that the scholar Speaking of which, when the head of Kun-Lai killed the Palace of God with one person and one immortal, the monks who blocked all the way bleed into rivers, and the entire Huanbo Mountain was leveled. Now Kun-Lai is here again, I am afraid that he will have to take revenge again."
"This is overthinking it. After hundreds of years, why do you want to take revenge?" Feng Qingxiu asked in confusion.
"Who knows, but Kun-Lai can kill King Li Emperor of Yin who loves his people like his son, so he is definitely not a good person." The little Er mentioned Kun-Lai with a look of disdain, "Although Your Majesty killed some of their disciples by mistake, but later It has already been said that they were deceived by villains, and they did not say that they had sinned, and they were innocent. Not only that, but also the canal and water weirs are all due to Kun-Lai. Rao, he just killed His Majesty and caused us to be in turmoil for many years... Those who died can't come back, and they killed so many people for the sake of one breath. Do you think he is a good person?"
That little Er seemed to have been holding back resentment for a long time, and when he was asked, he said it all with a crackle.
"According to what you said, those Kun-Lai disciples died in vain?" Feng Qingxiu said lightly.
"What does it have to do with them dying? His Majesty the Emperor Li was the Lord of the people, and he was the one who should never die." The shop boy wanted to come here because he had heard a lot of books, and when he mentioned the prosperous times of the Yin Dynasty, he was very yearning, "We Almost every family here worships His Majesty, and this time, these Kun-Lai people must have come because of this!”
"Is that so?" Feng Qingxiu nodded, but didn't ask anymore.
The young man was talking vigorously. Seeing that Feng Qingxiu didn't want to talk anymore, he rolled his eyes and backed away from his business.
Feng Qingxiu watched people coming and going outside the window, raised her hand to pour a cup of tea, stared at the green leaves in the cup, and did not speak.
A figure gathered around him, a slender hand stretched out, touched the tip of his ear, and said with a chuckle, "Why do you need to be angry, Xiaoqing, they didn't say anything wrong."
"..." Feng Qingxiu just grabbed his sleeve, pulled him to his side, and held him in his arms.
"They have nothing to do with Kun-Lai. Even us, we wouldn't care about the years of conflict between sects. Besides, I really didn't care about the family and the world at that time." Ji Yunlai recalled some memories in his mind. , ever since he took back the slaughter, whenever he touches some old things, his memories before that will reappear, but there is no emotional implication, just like watching a silent movie, and can't touch too many emotions.
After a pause, Ji Yunlai sighed softly again: "This is also the place where I put all my heart and soul into. At that time, I brought a family of young and old from Yunlai Pai and moved here. This is just a barren river beach with a sparse population. There is only one town that has been plagued by water damage all the year round. The man wanted to restore his country, so he chose to start his life here. It took decades to destroy the surrounding beasts, and the number of talents gradually increased."
Speaking of this, he smiled again: "When the Rongjiang Water Weir was first set up, I was not familiar with water conservancy, and I didn't leave enough flood discharge outlets, but instead made the water potential more spread that year, and I learned a lot of lessons before I got it right. After that, it took more than thirty years.”
"Don't mention that year, I don't want to hear it!" Feng Qingxiu said fiercely, what happened back then was the scar in Master's heart, and he didn't want to touch it at all.
"You little heartless," Ji Yunlai distanced himself and smiled, "This is the prototype of Xizhou. I practiced my hands here back then, and the true seed of Yunfu at that time also planted a lot of Luochuan flowers here. I just thought of the idea of planting the roots of life, and there are still many ideas, but at that time I was in Central Continent, surrounded by enemies, even if these things were just prototypes, they would be the end of the sect and destroy the sect. In the end it was still the same.”
"How can they treat you as an enemy." Feng Qingxiu was very worried, "You did all those things! You spent hundreds of years doing it!"
"Xiaoqing, you're jealous." Ji Yunlai was elated for a while, and every time he saw Xiaoqing's sullen appearance, he wanted to push Xiaoqing down.
"Yes!" Feng Qingxiu admitted generously that he was angry, but not from the master, he let out a sullen breath before hugging the master back and burying his head in his arms, "I understand the truth, It’s just that it’s hard to calm down.”
"Yeah, if I follow the normal routine, I should let him go for the sake of the people of the world." Ji Yun thought back and forth and shook his head slightly, "However, I just don't want to."
At that time, I thought about committing suicide directly and going to accompany the teacher up and down, but in the end I didn't.
So many restraints, so what
The righteousness of the family and the country, the lives of souls, and the lives of teachers are all ended with the sword in his hand and the souls of the dead under his sword.
"Don't think about it!" Feng Qingxiu suddenly raised her head, pressed Shizun back to the paper figurine, touched the figurine for a moment and put it back on his chest. Someone came, and he didn't want any messy people to see Shizun.
Opposite, a young man with extraordinary bearing has come over and sat calmly beside Feng Qingxiu.
His face is like jade, with no flaws, and his appearance is also the best among the monks who are basically extraordinary. He is dressed in a green robe, with white lotuses looming at the hem, and a hosta on his head. His expression is indifferent. Sitting in a splendid palace.
Feng Qingxiu poured him a cup of tea.
The two raised their glasses at the same time and touched them lightly.
No sound.
The Qingpao cultivator took a sip, put down the teacup calmly, bowed his head politely and said yes, and left without looking back.
Feng Qingxiu chuckled and put down the teacup.
There was a ring of cracks on his ordinary white porcelain cup, but there was no trace on the porcelain cup opposite.
Putting down the tea money, he turned to leave.
Xiao Er quickly came to clean up, saw the cracked ice on the teacup, frowned slightly, still received it on the plate, and when he touched another teacup, he didn't touch it at all, just passed through.
He widened his eyes and rubbed his eye frame, only to see the teacup fade away like a phantom.
See the hell! He shrank his neck, looked around, and hurried away.
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In the Taiqing faction, the young man sat in the hall with a cold expression.
"How's it going?" The elder next to him didn't eat his cold noodles, and asked directly, "Can you handle it?"
Youth is indifferent.
"I glanced at it from a distance, they should be Wen Dou, he just suffered a loss, otherwise he wouldn't have this look." An elder next to him affirmed.
The youth are silent.
"Speak up, can you take it down? If you can take it, hurry up and go together. You can't invite your ancestors, right?" an elder urged.
The young man looked at them coldly, raised his hand, his slender fingertips had dozens of deep streak marks, and silently told the result.
"So your white lotus dharma body didn't stand up to his invisible sword energy?" The elders looked sad, "The undamaged cup just now is an illusion you want to save face, right?"
"Enough!" the young man said coldly, "Help them publicize that the Kun-Lai Taoist species will be sold in Yingdu, and let him leave as soon as possible."
After a pause, he added: "Look for an opportunity and give him the best Ziyun map."