The tangli tree planted in the courtyard has all its petals fallen.
Yuzhou is colder than Heiyuan Valley, Tangli does not bloom so well, and the courtyard is not covered with heavy talismans, prohibiting others from stepping in, so that Tangli is undefeated in all seasons.
Although this is Chen He's residence, Chen He doesn't have to keep his secrets sealed here like Venerable Li Yan in his previous life. Because there is nowhere to be found, he is lonely and sees the blooming flowers. portrait.
If you think about your brother, you don't have to look at the paintings yourself.
In the mirage bead, in the blue jade ball, there are as many as you want!
Look at it whenever you want, pick up a blue jade ball and hold it in your hand every day, and casually flip through it with your spiritual sense while talking, those water-like pictures seem to happen in front of you.
In the shadows of the years left by these blue jade balls, Chen He gradually grew into a young man of Zhilan Yushu, and the sullenness between Shi Feng's eyebrows became less and less, even if there was a lingering haze, when he saw Chen He , a warm smile gradually appeared in his eyes.
When Chen He rubbed the blue jade ball with his fingers, he was always in a good mood.
- Senior brother protects him in his arms.
—Senior brother held his hand and wrote stroke by stroke on the paper.
- Senior brother pointed out martial arts, senior brother sternly stretched out his hand to correct his mistakes...
That Shi Feng, who lightly held Chen He's ears as a lesson, couldn't help laughing at Chen He's messy verses, which existed in Chen He's long-forgotten memory.
"Master Chen?"
When Zhan Yuanqiu saw Chen He leaning lazily on the stone fence and closed his eyes, he couldn't help but tentatively called out.
He used to be called Venerable, just like the real person Tianyan, but was changed by Chen He, Zhan Yuanqiu had to follow Yuzhou Demon Xiu to call Chen Gongzi.
"Huh?" Chen He didn't lift his eyes, the curvature of the corner of his mouth seemed to be in a good mood.
"The Aggregate faction has changed. They seem to have discovered that something happened to the head of Cui."
Chen He half-closed his eyes, sneered, and sneered:
"After six years, they finally found out that Cui Dushe is not retreating in the nest?"
"It's really sad that the headmaster did this." Zhan Yuanqiu agreed.
"There is nothing to sigh, Cui Shaoxin has the danger of mountains and rivers in his heart, the strictness of the city in his heart, his vicious eyes, and his transparent personality. His people, this is the path he chose by himself, Cui Shaoxin thinks that people in the world who are indulged in affection are stupid."
Chen He opened his eyes, the blue jade ball with his fingertips fell firmly into the palm of his hand, and said casually, "Everyone has their own aspirations and their own thoughts. If he falls for him, you leave with yours, so why compare?"
Zhan Yuanqiu froze for a while, then shook his head and said, "The attack on Youzhou is imminent, and Han Mingzong has added more elite disciples, and the number of masters above the sect's spiritual transformation stage has reached hundreds. The place where the treasures of heaven and earth are distributed can only be forced to follow suit. Several elders within the Aggregate Sect are inseparable, and now that Cui Shaoxin is not found by them, I am afraid that the Aggregate Sect will retreat!"
"Currently, they will not retreat."
Zhan Yuanqiu still couldn't rest assured, he took out the map and pointed it out to Chen He worriedly: "In the past six years, the forces of the devil's way have been controlled by us and gradually retreated to Youzhou, making the illusion of continuous retreat. Zhengdao thinks that the rear has been solid. Six years of planning, just waiting for this last battle, and now there are many variables, it is not a good thing."
Chen He had known for a long time that Zhan Yuanqiu could pretend to be defeated or be fooled, but when he did something wrong, Zhan Yuanqiu was very nervous.
It's like waiting for Zhengdao to enter Youzhou with all his strength, and then there is a final moment when there is no return. Zhan Yuanqiu began to restless, lest things go wrong, and he always felt that he had no idea.
-Unfortunately, Luo Jingshu is not here.
Chen He secretly sighed that it was a bit difficult for Zhan Yuanqiu to support the overall situation by himself.
"How is your senior brother?" Chen He asked.
"Don't mention it." Zhan Yuanqiu frowned, "Senior Brother Splitting, although I let me make up my mind, but for the past six years, he has been defeated in a row, and he has to be called incompetent by the world. He is holding back! Recently, it is on the verge of an outbreak. When Pai delayed the battle due to a change, my senior brother was afraid that he would lead someone out of Youzhou."
"I'll give you an idea."
Chen He chuckled: "Let Venerable Split Sky disguise himself, change his body shape, go to the place where the cultivator of the righteous way is going to march, and let him touch a few purses to cool off."
"… "
"If you can't beat people, it's also good for the disciples of the Righteous Dao sect to lose money." Chen He looked at Zhan Yuanqiu with great interest.
The latter reluctantly changed the subject.
"At that time, there will be tens of thousands of elite demon cultivators hiding behind the battlefield. In addition, we have 'emptied' more than a dozen small cities, all of which are 'mortals' with household registration and residence. In town—"
It's like entering the gate of hell, reincarnation!
"When you go back this time, ask Venerable Splitting Heaven to send a message, scolding me, and then scolding the righteous way to the point of being bloody. You must make Youzhou solid and unbreakable."
"This?" Zhan Yuanqiu was inexplicable.
Chen He raised his eyes: "I'm waiting for a variable."
"how to say?"
Chen He smiled coldly and said word by word, "Zhao Weiyang."
"He still dares to show his face?" Zhan Yuanqiu was very surprised when he heard about this person from the Yinchen python incident.
"Zhao Weiyang doesn't dare, but he can definitely guess that the sects of the righteous way are about to have a big somersault." Chen Hechao leaned back on the pillar on the side of the stone railing, and placed his right leg on the side of the stone steps by the water, looking comfortable and leisurely. , "The last time the righteous and the devil fought for hundreds of years, and there was no winner. It was not until Venerable Huanjian died that the devil's way began to decline, and when the yin and dust python was born, destroying the capital, and Venerable Shattering Heaven fell, the devil's way was born. A series of defeats…”
After that, of course, Venerable Li Yan turned the tide of the battle.
"Now your master Huanjian...is not in this world."
"..." Zhan Yuanqiu frowned, what he said was really subtle.
"One less Venerable Huanjian and one Venerable Guiming. The way of magic has been defeated in just six years. Would you believe it if it were you?"
Zhan Yuanqiu was speechless.
"So it's not that your arrangement is not good enough, and it's not that your ability is limited!" Chen He comforted Zhan Yuanqiu with a strange tone, "It's just because of the magic power, which was exposed last time, if we extend this layout to sixty years , the credibility will increase immediately.”
"No!"
Zhan Yuanqiu shook his head solemnly: "Six years of war is enough, and fraudulent defeat has to pay the price. Even if it is dragged down for sixty years, even if you win, the world's cultivators are out of ten, and those who suffer the most are not those who have no family and no sect. Loose repair?"
Chen He pursed his lips.
This is obvious. If Tong Xiaozhen's principle is money, Zhan Yuanqiu is more ambitious than most people in the world of self-cultivation, and it is a very unrealistic wish: to change the pattern of the world of self-cultivation for thousands of years.
The white centipede decided that winning or losing was to completely overturn the opponent and fight for the first mover for hundreds of years.
This is also the thinking of most cultivators, and the victory that Zhan Yuanqiu believes is that it can be restrained by order, regardless of the righteous path, just like being checked and balanced by heaven!
Power is not justice, but without power, justice cannot be kept.
- The devil must win this battle, and it has to be an overwhelming victory, and the factions of the right way have no power to fight back, not to slaughter the monks of the right way.
"However, Zhao Weiyang knows the truth, but he has to face a problem." Chen He slowed down and said word by word, "Who would believe his words?"
Zhan Yuanqiu was stunned: "As long as he wants to, there is a way..."
"Well said! As long as he thinks about it!" Chen He hugged his hands and laughed, "What if Zhao Weiyang feels that this is a thankless task, and the confidence of the sects of the right way is inflated and self-willed, and can't hear a word?"
"He will simply give up and wait for the next opportunity."
Chen He couldn't stop smiling: "So the last thing we have to do is this matter, let Zhao Weiyang retreat in spite of difficulties. National teacher, how to show weakness to the enemy and fabricate stories, isn't this your specialty?"
Zhan Yuanqiu's eyes lit up, eager to go back:
"Then it's settled. When the battle begins, which sect does Young Master Chen plan to use first?"
Chen He lazily closed his eyes again, and said with a sarcastic smile, "Is there any need to say that?"
A sect that has a bad reputation and is not as good as before, even if the entire army is destroyed, other sects of the right way will not die, let alone a sect that shouts that Youzhou is weird, and others don't believe them.
"The Great Snow Mountain View of the Universe!"
Zhan Yuanqiu stood up suddenly, bowed his head, and walked away without looking back.
The wind blew away the tangli petals in the courtyard, and they fell all over the place.
The pond water also rippled in circles.
With a flash of red light, the fat baby with braids up to the sky appeared on the stone steps beside Chen He. It tiptoed to the edge of the pond and jumped suddenly.
Water splashes everywhere.
A plump koi was held in his arms by Fire in the Stone.
It happily patted the fish scales, moved to Chen He's side, looked at the blue jade ball in his hand, pouted in dissatisfaction, and said awkwardly, "Master, eat fish."
"Throw it back." Chen He threatened Fatwa without opening his eyes, "As soon as I fly, I will hand you over to Senior Brother."
Shi Zhonghuo pouted and threw the fish back into the pool, then dawdled on Chen He's shoulder and laughed non-stop.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Master... The injury is healed."
Chen He was stunned when he heard the sound, and after a while, he reached out and rubbed Shi Zhonghuo's head. He did not push him away even though the fat boy thought of himself as a rockery crawling up and down.
——Six years ago, when he forced the Han Mingzong Gathering Sect to retreat, Chen He seemed to be at ease. Relying on a little memory of Venerable Li Yan and his experience of fighting for life and death in the small world for 40 years, he avoided all fatal attacks.
But there is a price.
The difference in strength is a big realm, and there is more than one Mahayana cultivator in the face. Chen He is not seriously injured, but no one knows it. The past six years are for layout and recovery, and Chen He did not leave Yuzhou one step.
Chen He thought that he had concealed everyone, but he didn't expect "people" to know about it.
He squeezed Shi Zhonghuo's chubby face, opened his arms, let Pang Dun get into his arms, and took a thousand-character text from the storage bag and stuffed it into Pang Dun.
In the dim sunlight, Chen He was immersed in the scene of the blue jade ball in annoyance, Shi Zhonghuo held the book upside down, turned two pages, turned upside down, covered his mouth with his fat hand, yawned, and lay on the ground. Chen He didn't move.
The years are quiet, only one person is missing.