"Brother Qinglong, long time no see."
There was a steep cliff. When Lu Bei saw the steep cliff, he secretly said it was a good scene and immediately greeted them enthusiastically.
Qinglong wore his mask and said nothing.
The atmosphere was not right, so Zhao Yan retreated decisively.
Qinglong had just said that the fight between Xiongchu and Xuanlong had ended, and someone had stood up for Xuanlong, so she would not continue to interfere. If there were any disputes between the two countries in the future, Zhao Yan would not have to look for her, let alone go to the Great Xia Holy Land to complain. He would go to whoever stood up for Xuanlong to seek justice.
There was a lot of meaning in his words, Zhao Yan was frightened and hurriedly looked for Lu Bei.
"You are so disloyal that you run away. With your ability, it won't be difficult for you to splatter her with blood."
Lu Bei curled his lips and said to Qinglong cheerfully, "Look at my brain, you are so forgetful that you thought you were fooling around with Brother Qinglong. Now I should call you Xiaoqing."
As he spoke, he sighed and recalled the past, saying things like how he had stood up and become successful, how he had not cherished things well in the past, how it would be impossible for him to return to his hometown, how the Qinglong Palace was too small to accommodate him, and so on.
One person livened up the atmosphere and forced the crowd to be happy.
Qinglong remained silent until Lu Bei was tired of talking, then he slowly spoke: "Are you done? If you're done, it's my turn."
"No, Xuan just wanted to take a breath."
Lu Bei took a deep breath, took advantage of Qinglong's opportunity to talk, and was about to spout another three million words.
Qinglong was not annoyed and just watched Lu Bei's performance quietly.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.
Lu Bei panted heavily and thought to himself that it was outrageous. Just now in his little story, Qinglong called Xuanwu "Dad", but Qinglong himself still did not respond.
If you don't rant back, how can I, the sect leader, lower your intelligence
Could it be that this guy is actually a real man
Lu Bei looked disgusted, clenched his fist and coughed lightly, turning over the previous chapter, and said coldly: "Qinglong, you are here."
"… "
"Ying Long has told Xuan that whether it is Xiongchu Secret Realm or Zhaoqin Emperor Mountain, you are following the orders of Emperor Ji to get rid of Xuan."
Lu Bei said disdainfully: "Yinglong also said that the Emperor Ji was jealous of the virtuous and capable and was unworthy of being a ruler. He was jealous that Xuan was more handsome than him, more talented than him, and had a better future in the path of cultivation than him, so he killed Xuan and pushed him to death everywhere."
Finally, Qinglong couldn't bear it anymore.
"Did Yinglong really say that?"
"When has Xuan ever told a lie?"
Lu Bei looked at Qinglong gloomily, he was calm and composed, especially the mask, which looked weird no matter how he looked at it. If he turned against him today, he would smash it.
In the past, it was Xinyue Fox, who was frightened by the unfathomable depth of the tomb keeper organization and was reluctant to take direct action.
It’s different now. He was promoted and given a raise to become Xuanwu, with a status equal to Qinglong. If he really offends someone, Yinglong will stand up to clean up the mess.
Yinglong will definitely clean up this pile of shit!
Just as Lu Bei narrowed his eyes slightly, glowing red, and was about to sacrifice the Demon Heart Relic to summon the Ten-Eyed Demon to clear the field, Qinglong slowly spoke: "Emperor Ji wants to see you."
"Emperor Ji..."
Lu Bei shook his head in disdain, clasped his fists and bowed to the sky with a righteous heart: "Give up, Xuan has recognized Yinglong as his elder brother, and this heart follows the will of heaven. This body is doing justice for heaven. There is nothing to talk about with him."
Qinglong took out a scroll without any hurry and said, "Yinglong is not worthy of trust. His selfishness and ambitions are bigger than the sky, and he is not following the will of heaven."
Lu Bei was stunned when he saw this. He felt around and took out a scroll as well. "How ridiculous! Brother Yinglong is not trustworthy, but Emperor Ji is?"
After saying this, he unfolded the scroll before Qinglong.
With the infusion of magic power, the man in the painting who invited Yue to drink with him became real and picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
The painting style is a bit sloppy, resulting in blurred facial features. The figure visible under the moon is hazy, not a condensed entity.
Jingwen Saint.
Lu Bei asked Zhao Yixian and learned that this person was the first Pavilion Master of Zhenyuan Pavilion and also the founder of the mountain sect. He was proficient in formations, magic tools, yin and yang, the five elements, and the eight trigrams. He knew a little bit of everything and was a standard Taoist practitioner.
Just like Qilijing, Lishanmen ascended to heaven shortly after establishing his inheritance.
Of course, Jing Wensheng is not invincible in his entire life, and his means of fighting with others are still far inferior to Qilijing.
Seeing this phantom, Qinglong was stunned for a moment. Lu Bei saw it and said with a smile, "Do you think this painting is just so-so? The people in the painting can be destroyed with a wave of the hand? I'm not afraid to tell you that it's all a false illusion to fool people. This Pavilion Master Jing has a very high level of cultivation. My eldest brother Yinglong would retreat when he saw him. Now is not too late. Tell me everything you know."
"I didn't underestimate this man, it was you, Xuanwu, who underestimated him."
Qinglong sighed, probably at a loss for words, and threw the scroll in his hand away. Then his figure faded and disappeared completely.
Emperor Ji said that when he and Lu Bei meet, no one is allowed to disturb them.
Qinglong can't do that either.
Under Lu Bei's astonished gaze, Jing Wensheng took the scroll and slowly spread it out. A ray of light emerged from the scroll and went straight into his brow.
Lu Bei: (a`′a)
What does this mean? Is there anyone with common sense who can explain it to me
With spiritual light entering his body, Jing Wensheng's sloppy painting style instantly became refined. His facial features were handsome and impeccable, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and he had a faint smile on his face, which was as reassuring as the spring breeze and drizzle.
The last handsome man that Lu Bei called "Mr. Xu of the North City" after just one look was Willow God Chang Wenyuan. Jing Wensheng was the second one, but...
Who do you think you are? You are just an ordinary Mahayana cultivator, and you are worthy of being compared with Willow God
Also, who are you
Jing Wensheng received the information recorded in the spiritual light, and after a moment of confusion, he came to his senses. He looked Lu Bei up and down for a while, and said straight to the point: "Master Lu, do you know that there is a kind of people who are disliked by heaven and earth and are called people abandoned by heaven?"
"You are... Ji Chang?!"
Lu Bei's eyelids twitched. He picked up a scroll casually and found that it was related to Emperor Ji himself. It was too much of a coincidence. He suspected that he was being plotted against again.
"It's me."
Jing Wensheng admitted it generously. Seeing Lu Bei frowning and alert, as if he was about to turn around and run away without saying anything, he said bluntly: "Master Lu, don't worry. This scroll is the will left by one of my nine incarnations. There is not much left. The power of an ordinary Mahayana cultivator's attack cannot match your great magical power."
"Is this true or not? I don't believe it."
Lu Bei clenched his fist, raised his hand and swung out with a sword.
The scorching white sword light swept across, wiping out half of Jing Wensheng's body. When Shui Mo filled in the incomplete torso and Ji Jiao, his aura dropped by most and his figure seemed illusory.
"It's true. I believe it."
Lu Bei nodded, and then said cautiously: "Don't call me Sect Master Lu, call me Xuanwu. Also, don't stir up trouble between Xuan and Brother Yinglong. You don't know how much he has done for me!"
At the end of the sentence, the word "benefit" is powerful.
Jing Wensheng, no, it was the remaining will of one of the nine incarnations of Emperor Ji. He shook his head slightly: "Yinglong will not give you any benefits. He is just using you. I know you won't believe what I am saying now, and I also know that you don't trust Yinglong easily."
Lu Bei took two steps back. The whole speech was nonsense. If he didn't get to the point, he would leave.
"There are people abandoned by heaven in this world. You, me, Yinglong are all like this. Even Qinglong just now is the same. It is extremely difficult for them to overcome the tribulation. If nothing unexpected happens, they will be reduced to ashes under the thunder from heaven." Emperor Ji continued the original topic.
Lu Bei had a blank expression on his face: "Nonsense, Xuan is one with nature, how could he be a person abandoned by heaven!"
"When I first met you, you had not yet achieved the state of unity between man and nature. The reason you were able to escape the calamity was because you obtained part of the Heavenly Book."
"… "
"There is no need to hide it. I know this, and Yinglong knows it too."
Emperor Ji reminded, "But you, me, Yinglong and Qinglong are different. We are born extraordinary and are not ordinary people abandoned by heaven. This is why Yinglong deliberately wants to use you. Don't get too close to him, or you will become a part of him."
"Why, if Xuan is not used by Yinglong, then is he used by you?" Lu Bei sneered and tried to get some more information out of him.
The sentence 'become a part of Yinglong' just now made him very concerned. What kind of magic power did Yinglong practice? How many Yinglongs exist in the world? Is the paper man really an illusion
And Ji Huang, does the 'nine' in the Ninth Incarnation refer to an imaginary number, or is there only nine
You old monsters, why didn’t Qili Jing chop you to death back then!
Lu Bei's eyes became more alert. Emperor Ji frowned and threw out some useful information: "Xuanwu, since you have achieved the unity of heaven and man, it means that the way of heaven has acknowledged your existence. The fate of being abandoned by heaven is no longer there, and there are no shackles on the road of cultivation."
But that’s all you are, reduced to a mere pawn on the chessboard!
"That's enough. After saying so much, it's nothing more than saying that Yinglong can't be trusted. Even if Xuan is being used, he should be used by you."
Lu Bei was too lazy to look at it, and said contemptuously: "You are so dry and not straightforward at all. You are the emperor of Daxia, but you don't understand human nature at all."
"what would you like?"
"The skills and resources are given to me by Yinglong. You should increase the price to me!"
"But Yinglong gave nothing..."
“Give it to me!”
"… "
Emperor Ji was silent for a moment. His goal had been achieved, so he simply stopped talking. He did not ask Lu Bei to be obedient, but only asked him to remain neutral and watch the show on the day when he and Yinglong would have a showdown.
"I can give you what you want, but you can't hide it from Yinglong. After I give it to you..."
"Xuanwu greets Brother Ji!"
Lu Bei clasped his hands together, tears welling up in his eyes: "I have been wandering for half my life, and I only regret that I have never met a wise master. Today, I am grateful for the good advice given by Brother Ji. If Brother Ji does not abandon me, I am willing to go through fire and water to help you."
Emperor Ji: “…”
You must have said the same thing to Yinglong, right
Perhaps because he was a little disgusted, the expressionless face of Emperor Ji was particularly wonderful. He said lightly: "I will give you the things. Don't let Yinglong find out. If you have any information, contact me in time... Contact Qinglong."
"Brother, what kind of magic treasure do you want to give to me? The Human King Cauldron is too eye-catching and cannot be hidden from Yinglong's eyes. You must give me something that is easy to hide." Lu Bei spoke without hesitation and decided that the gift should be of magic treasure level.
No
Without him, he would be determined to stand on Yinglong's side.
Emperor Ji did not respond. After weighing the pros and cons for a moment, he nodded, agreeing to Lu Bei's request.
Just as he turned to leave, Lu Bei hurriedly called out to stop him, pursed his lips and said, "Where's Yinglong? Big brother, please tell me, what is that kid's fatal weakness?"
"Yinglong has no weaknesses, but..."
Emperor Ji became interested, and after a little thought, he said, "He is afraid of death, especially the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom."
"Why?"
"The previous generation of Yinglong died at the hands of the Demon King. He was defeated miserably and had no chance of winning."
Emperor Ji smiled and said, "He is more afraid than anyone else that a second invincible demon king will appear in the Ten Thousand Demons Country. That is why his true body is not in the human world."
Lu Bei was silent for a long time after hearing this, and then asked a question that had troubled him for two and a half years: "Brother Ji, did the first generation of demon king really die at the hands of a demon girl?"
"…" x2
Ji Huang fell silent. He couldn't figure out the problem either.