At the end of May, the sun became scorching. After the death of the number one Wuji in the world, all the people in the martial arts world who were wandering around the capital chose to leave Chang'an at almost the same time. Some of them were asked about their experiences by their fellow outlaws who came to join in the fun, but they all chose to remain silent. Some of them could not hold back any more, and after being forced to drink a few sips of strong liquor, they finally told what they had experienced in the city, which shocked many people in the martial arts world.
"Did you really see it with your own eyes?"
The tree branches swayed in the wind accompanied by the chirping of cicadas. Pedestrians and merchants came and went on the official road and in the roadside tea stalls. Many heroes with swords on their backs ordered a few bowls of wine or herbal tea and listened to a slightly famous fellow who was surrounded in the middle talking about what happened in Chang'an City.
"Have you seen the fellow martial artists coming out of Chang'an without even a weapon in their hands? The old gentleman raised his hand, and all the weapons in the hands of the fellow martial artists present flew into the sky. Many... many flew out from the light. You don't know, they all rolled together and walked away like a giant dragon."
After hearing the story, I thought that these fellow outlaws who came to the city lost in a duel and made up some stories to cover up their faces. After all, losing is a shameful thing, and their reputation will be of no use in the future.
The knight sitting alone at a table snorted twice and laughed out loud: "There are no such gods and ghosts in this world. We have been licking knives in the martial arts world, killing many people and watching many people being killed. How come I haven't seen any of the things you said? Nonsense!"
However, in the next few days, more and more such rumors spread from Chang'an. What was seen that day was not only seen by the people in the martial arts world, but also by several ordinary people who rushed to watch the competition. After a few days of calm, they told it to others proudly as a topic of conversation. Compared with the description of the people in the martial arts world, the description seemed even more mysterious, and those who were originally skeptical were stunned and could not close their mouths.
Amid the hustle and bustle, hundreds of horses galloped out of the prosperous city in a few days. Almost everyone had one or two portraits on their bodies. Each piece of paper had the faces and names of more than ten or twenty people. They carried the emperor's edict and galloped from the capital to the southeast, northwest, and northeast at a very fast speed. They sent it to the counties they met on the way to convey and copy it, and then there was no response. After that, they quietly left under the cover of night and galloped to all places at high speed under the starry night.
The horses galloped through the woods and hills. Clouds moved in the night sky. A golden meteor disappeared behind the clouds, streaked across the night sky, and fell in a farther direction.
The mountains in the distance were shrouded in darkness. After a moment, a light appeared between the dense trees. A human figure walked out, holding a five-colored flaming banana fan and came to a clearing in the forest. A pair of hands danced in the eye sockets on his face and swept around, giving people a creepy feeling.
Rustle...
There was a noise in the forest, and several trees tilted to the left and right. A sturdy man pushed the big tree blocking the way away with his elbows, and strode out carrying a huge Xuanhua axe. When he saw the solitary figure opposite, he slammed the huge axe on the ground, causing his feet to shake slightly.
The sound was like a loud bell, echoing across the empty space.
"Jia Zi Tai Sui Yang Ren, where is my Heavenly King?!"
"Why did you come back alone?"
Several figures came out from the surrounding woods and looked at Jiazi Taisui standing there alone in astonishment. They had acted separately before, with Yang Ren, the four gods Zhang Guifang and the star of death going to rescue Li Jing, the Heavenly King of the Pagoda, while they went to other places to contact the gods who had descended to the world in different places. After all, they were not above the clouds, and the Wanling Formation suppressed their divine power, and they were only in the mortal realm, so it was difficult to summon all the star generals thousands of miles away.
As he was talking, several gods who had walked out of the forest came over and looked at him. Seeing that he was not injured, they frowned and asked, "Where are the other immortals who went with you, and the Heavenly King?"
"I was saved, but there was no chance to leave."
Recalling the scene in Chang'an City God Temple a few days ago, Yang Ren clenched his fists and then opened them. "Lu Liangsheng's cultivation is much higher than before. He can fight the two immortals present on equal terms. However, this time, it was mainly because of carelessness that he was defeated one by one. This mortal cultivator is really cunning."
Just as he finished speaking, there was the sound of a weapon falling heavily to the ground, and a burly figure ran towards him and suddenly threw a punch.
Bang!
The five-colored flaming banana leaf fan lit up with divine light to block it, but Yang Ren still took a few steps back, lowered the banana leaf fan, and shouted loudly.
"Giant Spirit God, what are you doing?!"
"It's not good to save my king, but I can't hit you!"
The giant spirit dropped the giant axe, his face was filled with anger, his beard stood up like steel needles, and he wanted to throw a second punch, but was stopped by several gods around him, who separated the two gods by a distance.
"Let's put down our anger for now and go down to the underworld. The gods under the Nine Netherworlds are not united with us. Now that the King of Heaven has returned to heaven, they are united."
"Humph, the cultivators from the lower realm are really annoying. We can't come down in our true form, so they can show off their power."
"I have informed Wang Lingguan, and I believe he will be joining us soon."
"What about the rest?"
"All the Tiangang stars have been found, and the Disha stars, except for Diduangong who was beaten back to the sky, have reached sixty-three, and the remaining stars have also reached twenty."
"I have also found the gods of the Dou Department, and with them are the immortals of the Thunder Department, but there are only one or two from the Fire Department and the Plague Department. The rest may be in the south or northwest."
"Now that all of this is done, why not rely on my status in the mortal world to make a scene, just like when I followed King Wu to defeat King Zhou."
"It just so happens that I was with the Shang Dynasty back then and didn't join the others. This time I'll have some fun with the immortals."
"Then it's settled. We will all go back and use our identities to gather people and make trouble for him. When other immortals know that we have made a fuss, they will naturally respond."
The night clouds moved away, revealing the moonlight. Several figures who were talking in the clearing in the woods discussed for a while, bowed to each other, and then soared into the sky with divine light, and scattered in the night sky.
Looking down, the mountains and rivers are bathed in moonlight. In the poor village, the moonlight shines through the tattered window frames. A man named Dou Jiande raises his head to look at the light streaking across the night sky. His eyes are golden. He stands up and picks up the long weapon leaning against the corner, walks out of the room, and ignores his wife's calls. He practices martial arts in the yard. Soon, the sky gradually brightens, and the young and strong men in the village who believe in him gather around.
The morning light pushed the edge of darkness and spread across the undulating foothills. A man carrying a huge axe in the mountain stronghold called his brothers. At a certain moment, a figure as big as a mountain clenched his fist and raised the huge axe, reflecting a cold and chilly look in the sunlight. Under the fluttering Wagang flag, the densely packed bandits shouted loudly.
The sun's rays flowed across the water, a white horse on the green grass shook its mane and lowered its head to nibble on the grass leaves, a handsome face was reflected on the sparkling water, the young man in a white robe with scale armor raised his head to look at the sky, pulled up the silver spear on the ground, blew a whistle, called his mount, turned over and galloped on his horse.
The sun was scorching, the wind was blowing fiercely, and feeling the scorching summer heat, Toad Taoist drank a sip of iced sour plum soup under the eaves. Under the shade of a tree not far away, a breeze blew by, and the old donkey yawned listlessly and lay down again.
Know, know, know~~~
Amid the annoying cicada chirping, Lu Liangsheng sat in the shade of a tree. He raised his head to look at the light falling through the gaps in the trees, which swayed with the branches, like twinkling stars.
I gently closed the book I had been reading for several days, and I had mastered the secrets.
The sun passed through the clouds, and on the bustling long street, a fast horse came to the Hibiscus Pond, jumped off the horse in front of the mountain gate, and bowed to the soldiers waiting on both sides.
"Please inform the Imperial Master that the prisoner captured by Grand Master Yuwen wants to see the Imperial Master."