Under the leadership of the iron fist, the people of Qiankun Dao fled down the mountain road in a hurry. I was afraid that they would come back after they walked like this. Anyway, I can't hide from the thunder of God's punishment. retreat.
I also ran down the mountain road. When I ran ahead, the people of Wuxian Temple followed far away. They didn't dare to get too close. Amidst the roar of thunder, I vaguely heard Wan Miaoran behind me. call out.
But I can't go back, at least not now. After rushing down the mountain road, I can still see the people of Qiankun Dao running desperately.
With the power of thunder, as soon as he went forward, the weather gathered above his head to resist the thunder. When they rushed to the foot of the mountain, some people couldn't avoid it, were covered by fine thunder, and disappeared in an instant.
Iron Fist and Zhang Hao fled quickly, completely ignoring the people behind them, and for a moment they cried and howled. I rushed around at the foot of the mountain for a while, without having to do it myself, but anyone who was covered by thunderclouds could not escape.
In this way, I chased for a while, and Iron Fist and Zhang Hao escaped without a trace. At this time, my physical strength couldn't keep up. It was very expensive to fight against the thunder penalty. I was a little unable to support it. The thunder slashed and disappeared.
About a moment later, the weather dissipated first, and my eyes went dark. I only felt a thunder exploding in front of my eyes, deafening, and people followed and fell to the ground without feeling anymore.
It seemed that I had a very long dream, and the dream was messy, and when I woke up, it was already half the afternoon.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Wan Miaoran. She stood by the bed and looked at me unblinkingly. When I woke up, the sadness between her eyebrows abated a little.
"You're awake." Wan Miaoran hurriedly stood up and asked in a low voice, "Does it matter? How do you feel now?"
"It's okay..." As soon as I woke up, I felt my head split apart, but I could clearly feel that the weather in my body was indeed stronger than before.
This is because of advancement and a higher level. When you face the enemy in the future, your skill will be more profound.
Although the current advancement definitely cannot be compared with the top masters like Wumingshi and Wankun, I am confident that I will not lose if I meet a master like Iron Fist again.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm serious... I'm really worried to die..." Wan Miaoran said, her eye circles seemed to be red, she hurriedly rubbed her eyes, ran outside the house, and said, "Mother, he wakes up. NS."
Wan Yuxiang and several seniors from the Wuxian Temple were waiting in the courtyard. When Wan Miaoran said, they immediately went into the house.
Several older generations are full of praise, with joy on their faces. There are not many people in the world who can be punished by thunder without dying. They all think that I am already the aunt of the Wuxian Temple, and the Wuxian Temple has me. Such a person will have a stronger foundation.
Although Wan Yuxiang didn't say much, she looked quite satisfied, looked at me, nodded, and said, "Uncle, you have worked hard this time."
"This is all my trouble before. There is no hard work." I sat up with support, still a little anxious. The Qiankun Dao is very powerful, and now it has annexed so many family sects in the river beach. They were driven out this time.
Gone, but next time, it is impossible to guarantee that he will not come again.
"This is not your fault. Since I rejected Qian Kun Dao's proposal of marriage, the root of the disaster has been buried." Wan Yuxiang said: "Up to now, there is no possibility of reconciliation. Our Wuxian Temple is not easy to provoke, they If I come again, I really won’t be merciful."
After speaking, I have almost recovered, but there are some bruises on my face, but it doesn't matter. I got out of bed and walked around, feeling that there was no problem, Wan Yuxiang and Wan Miaoran were also completely relieved.
This catastrophe has passed temporarily. Several houses in front of the mountain gate were burned down. Wan Yuxiang had been asked to rebuild it. This time the Qian Kun Dao struck, the Wuxian Temple was still negligent, Wan Yuxiang himself. Ordered to block the mountain road uphill and guard tighter.
Several people sat together for dinner. During the meal, someone said inadvertently. I chased the people from Qiankun Dao until the bottom of the mountain. Wuxian Temple hurried down to find me. When the thunderclouds dispersed, I was completely fainted. When I died, and when I saved me, I found that another person from Qiankun Dao was not dead. The other person was just fainted by the thunder, which is considered to have saved his life.
They were discussing how to deal with this captive. The man apparently came from the Southern Sect of Qiankun Dao with Iron Fist. He was considered to be an authentic descendant of Qiankun Dao. I thought about it, and after eating, I went to see him.
The prisoner was locked in a hidden hut in the front yard. The window was blocked by iron bars, and someone outside the door kept guarding him for twelve hours. I went in and took a look. The prisoner was about thirty-seven or eighteen years old. He was not dead, but he was injured and still had fetters on his feet.
The captive must have recognized me. When he saw me coming in, he couldn't help but shrank toward the corner of the wall. With just such a small detail, I judged that the captive should not be too courageous and greedy for life and fear of death.
"What's your name?"
"Wang... Wang Shiyou..." The captive was obviously afraid of me and shrank in the corner, not daring to move. His accent is too different from Hetan's accent. I can't understand what he says. He must have grown up in Lingnan, and he has never been to the mainland before.
I asked some questions, and Wang Shiyou answered one by one, but it sounded very laborious, and he had to explain it slowly. After saying this for a while, I probably knew that Wang Shiyou was in the Southern Sect of Qiankun Dao and was originally in charge of sacrifices.
Sacrifice is a very important thing in Qiankun Dao. In the final analysis, it is because Wang Shiyou’s family has a good relationship with Wankun’s family. The two family members were family ties decades ago. Under Wankun’s protection, Wang Shiyou was in charge of the sacrifice. people.
In Qiankun Dao, people in charge of sacrificial offerings have a high status, but they have no real power. If Wang Shiyou will not be a priest in the future, or after he dies, his family will also decline. Therefore, Wang Shiyou had been a priest for a few years, so he pleaded with Wankun to seek a position with real power.
Wan Kun sent Wang Shiyou to the mainland. As long as he stayed in the mainland for a few years and did a little bit of work, there would be no major mistakes, and Wan Kun could help him.
Therefore, Wang Shiyou came to the mainland. This time, Tie Quan and Zhang Hao were full of confidence and prepared very well. Wang Shiyou felt foolproof and followed them to the Wuxian Temple. When the matter was over, he could share some credit.
However, love
The change in form made Wang Shiyou unexpected. Not only did he fail to make merit, he became a prisoner instead.
Wang Shiyou talked a lot about the Southern Sect of the Qiankun Dao. The Nanzong of the Qiankun Dao has always been in the remote Lingnan and rarely has contact with the outside world. I don't know much about the Nanzong.
The three giants of the Universe Dao usually dominate all affairs, but everyone is in charge of a site. They have lived there for so many years and thrived. On each site, there are more than a dozen stockades, large and small, men and women. There are tens of thousands of young and old together.
Listening to Wang Shiyou's explanation, I was thinking in my heart, now that I am not afraid of anything else, the Anonymous will definitely not be able to appear for the time being, he has to heal his wounds. Most of Wan Kun is also busy with other things, I'm just afraid that Zhang Yuanqian or Song Dao will come to Dahetan from Nanzong.
The strengths of the three giants of Qiankun Dao should be similar. One Wankun can almost hit the invincibles all over the river beach. If Zhang Yuanqian and Song Daoyi were also here, I would definitely not be able to resist it.
"There is no need to worry about this." Wang Shiyou said to me hurriedly: "The other two suzerains will not leave Lingnan for a while."
"why?"
Wang Shiyou explained in detail, he might still want to please me and let me let him go.
He said that the ancestral hall of Qiankun Dao was in a place called Heiyun Mountain. That place happened to be between the three sect masters. No one went to the ancestral hall, but Wang Shiyou was in charge of the sacrifice before. Have been there twice.
This time, Qiankun Dao went northward. It was not the best time. The Big Three couldn't get out together. Only Wankun rushed to the river beach. Zhang Yuanqian and Song Daoyi stayed in Lingnan to guard the ancestral hall.
"What are the important things in the ancestral hall of Qiankun Dao? I still need to take care of it?"
"There is a painting." Wang Shiyou said: "The two suzerains are holding that painting."
I was confused when I heard, a painting, still need the two sovereigns of the universe to suppress it
Wang Shiyou saw the painting accidentally. It was in a secret room in the deepest part of the ancestral hall. Zhang Yuanqian and Song Daoyi were responsible for suppressing the painting. They were always in the secret room. Every few days, someone would send it away. Water and food at once.
When Wang Shiyou first started, he couldn't figure out what this meant. Later, he heard people say that if the painting cannot be held down, it will be a catastrophe for Qian Kun Dao.
This is just hearsay, but it turns out that this rumor is not completely nonsense. In fact, Qiankun Dao originally didn't want to go north at this time, but it just happened that the road of the world re-emerged. Qiankun Dao could not miss this opportunity. Once the opportunity is missed, it may have to wait another sixty years. Therefore, the three giants temporarily divided the labor, Wan Kun led the people to go north, and the remaining two were sitting in the ancestral land, mainly to hold the painting.
"Have you not seen that painting?" I asked, "What kind of painting is that?"
"There is only one person in the painting, he is a beggar." Wang Shiyou said: "I have seen it with my own eyes, so I can't mistake it."
"Beggar? What kind of beggar?"
"Beggar... is a beggar who begs for food..." Wang Shiyou thought I didn't understand, and said, "There are beggars in many towns on the river beach..."
As Wang Shiyou said, he explained the painting he saw in detail. There is nothing fancy in that picture, there is a beggar in the scroll, nothing more.
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