Chapter 154 Classics
The vast desert is filled with wind and sand.
Cattle and sheep gnawed on the few remaining pastures, and nomadic herdsmen lived in erratic locations. They generally lived in tents, even for khans in the desert.
In the tent, Murong Xuan was sitting in the main seat, and the dark-faced man next to him was the Khan.
At this time, everyone was gloomy and the heroic singing and dancing of the past disappeared.
"Does Xu Xuan really have magic?" Dado Khan asked.
"Regardless of whether there is or not, there is no problem for Xu Xuan to challenge the world's grand masters alone. Even if Jin Lin and I were present at the time, we would not be able to escape the fate of defeat." Murong Xuan was very sure. The white snake in the sky alone was not ordinary. Warriors can solve it.
Desert warriors never disdain to lie, and everyone believed it after hearing what the Martial Saint said.
A fat man with a big belly, tattoos on his hair and a scar on his face came forward and half-knelt.
"I am willing to lead ten thousand prairie warriors. Even if we all die together, I will kill this man under his horse!"
Another short man jumped out and said, "I am asking for a battle. I would like my troops to be the vanguard!"
Everyone jumped forward to ask for a fight. Of course, this was just a show. Once they were really asked to fight, they would have many excuses.
"Khan! Please allow me to challenge Xu Xuan in a duel!"
As soon as this statement came out, the audience burst into laughter.
Murong Xu's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he suddenly slapped the table, causing it to fall into pieces.
"If anyone keeps arguing, I will send you to the front line!" Then, Murong Xuan turned to look at Khan and said, "We must hide our strength and bide our time. The descendants of the grassland can bend and stretch, wait and see what happens, and they will definitely take over the Central Plains again in the future!"
There has never been an existence in the world whose strength can crush a great master. Xu Xuan truly suppressed an era.
The Grand Master is powerful and can influence the political power.
There are great masters in the Central Plains, and there are also great masters in the desert. The two sides are balanced, and the great master does not dare to take action easily.
Now Xu Xuan's appearance has broken this pattern, forming a pattern where one person suppresses a generation.
The only way to do it is to endure it until the time is right. This is the survival experience of the descendants of the desert.
Thinking of this, everyone quickly sent envoys to the Central Plains to bring peace.
Lingnan.
When a handsome middle-aged man in white heard the news, he was silent for a long time, not knowing what to say.
There are many aristocratic families in the south, and the Taoist sect is irresistible. Is it really necessary to dissolve and separate the families?
He is still thinking about it….
In fact, aristocratic families in many places have begun to dissolve and divide their families, and allocate their fields below the upper limit as much as possible.
Report this matter to Xu Xuan on the mountain.
"This is human resilience..." Xu Xuan sneered. Of course, since the other party was so cooperative, it was hard for him to do too well. Except for those with blood debts, everyone else could survive.
The power of the Taoist sect gradually expanded. Within half a year, the entire north surrendered. The south had no decent political power and was divided into more than a dozen areas. It was not worth mentioning to them. If they did not need to digest the territory, I am afraid they would have been captured by now.
In Wutong Cave, Xu Xuan took out the Taoist inner elixir and spiritually communicated with the mirror world.
Eight years have passed in the real world and eighty years have passed in the mirror world.
Eighty years is a lifetime for a mortal, but for a cultivator, it is just a stage in life.
Silver snakes dance in the mountains, and the mountains are green.
Deep in the vast mountains, there are two rays of light in the sky, one golden and one black.
"die!"
The golden escape light was a woman with golden eyes. The woman was seen clasping her fingers together and giving a low drink.
Hundreds of ghosts and gods appeared. The ghosts and gods controlled the dark clouds and surrounded the old man in blood-robed clothes on the opposite side.
The ghosts and gods were not afraid of death, and with Hong Xiangling shooting golden light and Yang Gang from time to time, the man was finally unwilling to die.
"Uh-huh!!"
The blood-robed monk was devoured by thousands of ghosts, and not even his bones were left.
Eight rays of escaping light flew up from below.
"Master!"
The people who saluted were both men and women. It was obvious that they had already eliminated other enemies.
"Go back." Hong Xiangling glanced around lightly.
There was someone in the dark not far away watching all this, but Hong Xiangling was sure that he would never dare to deal with him.
After several days of fighting, Hong Xiangling was killed heartily.
The group returned to the backside of Shanyin, which was a huge palace complex.
After more than a hundred years, Hong Xiangling finally established a firm foothold in Shiwanda Mountain and broke through to the foundation building stage, with a life span of three hundred years.
The current state is in the middle stage of foundation building, and it can be considered a small to medium-sized force in the mountain.
Yinshan Hall.
Eight core disciples stood in front of Hong Xiangling.
Hong Xiangling said to the eldest disciple Gao Feng: "You can go into seclusion now and strive to break through the foundation building as soon as possible. Leave all sect affairs to Lao San."
"As you command!"
Later, Hong Xiangling said to the old man among the eight disciples: "Fourth and fifth brother, you can accept disciples."
"As you command!"
The two of them were a little disappointed, which meant that Master had sentenced them to "death".
The Yinshan Sect currently has eight major disciples, more than fifty outer disciples, and more than 3,000 farm tenants. They are said to be outer disciples, but they are actually sect servants with insufficient qualifications.
For cultivators, the more time they have to practice, the better. Let them accept disciples. This euphemistically means that it is useless. They will not get anywhere if they continue to practice. It is better to enjoy life and teach disciples.
When you get older, you don't have to be so lonely when you have apprentices to respect you.
"Okay, you all, get out." Hong Xiangling waved everyone away.
Come to the ancestral hall and take out a mirror and a storage bag.
The storage bag contains ghost candles and various spiritual herbs.
"Master Immortal in the Mirror, this slave is here to serve you!"
Hong Xiangling half-knelt and said in a respectful voice.
Wow!
The mirror flashed and the items disappeared, and then the storage bag came again, filled with materials, some of which were original materials, and some of which were reprocessed.
These materials seemed to be free of charge, filling the entire one hundred cubic meter storage bag.
Inside Wutong Cave.
Xu Xuan sat cross-legged, breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, his body glowed with light. From time to time, he drank a Dragon and Tiger Pill, and energy rose up in his body out of thin air. His double pupils absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and his bloodline and skill proficiency gradually increased.
After a long time, the exercise is over.
Xu Xuan opened his eyes, and a ray of light flashed through his clear purple pupils, and the purple in his pupils gradually faded.
"There are still a few materials left, and we can start the furnace to refine the Sun Liuzhu Pill."
The Sun Flowing Pearl Pill requires three kinds of spiritual things, two positive spiritual things, at least the second level. The second level is the foundation building level, and one negative spiritual thing.
There are no restrictions on specific herbs, as long as they meet the level and conditions.
"take it easy."
Refining elixirs is not a one-day thing. It is normal for some alchemists to spend more than ten years searching for medicinal materials to refine a pair of elixirs. The more advanced the elixirs, the more so.
Fortunately, Xu Xuan and the other side have different characteristics of time flow, so it shouldn't take long.
Just as he was thinking about it, Xu Xuan walked outside the bamboo forest. There was a thatched cottage beside the bamboo forest, and a strange fragrance came from the thatched cottage.
There are three or two thatched cottages nearby.
"The real king is here!"
"Disciple pays homage to the true king!"
Xu Xuan broke into it. Inside was an assembly line scene of real fire alchemy. Everyone put down what they were doing and said hello.
"Official matters are important, no need to be polite. Where is Yuan Yi (Sun Simiao)?" Xu Xuan asked a middle-aged man. The man seemed a little nervous and stumbled: "Master is at the beacon tower, with senior Gu Xiao."
"good."
Xu Xuan walked over slowly.
There is a taller building in front, which was renovated a few years ago. It is a beacon tower, and there is a pavilion for perching next to it.
The beacon tower has existed since the time of King You of Zhou Dynasty, and the famous beacon fire drama story about princes also took place.
At this time, the sound of the piano came from the pavilion. A beautiful woman in a long aqua dress played the piano for Sun Simiao and Gu Xiao.
"There has never been a dynasty without a king in the past, and the Taoist sect has set a precedent." Sun Simiao couldn't help but sigh after hearing what happened recently.
"I wonder what Qin Shi Huang underground thought when he heard this?" Gu Xiao drank tea while listening to the sound of the piano.
The world gradually became peaceful, and Gu Xiao became more leisurely. He even reconciled with his daughter and brought her up to the mountain.
At this time, the woman's music was in chaos, and she didn't know what she saw. The two looked over and saw that it was Xu Xuan.
Xu Xuan stopped the two people from saluting, looked at the woman, and said, "Are you Gu Hanwei? What is your... relationship?"
Could it be father and daughter? This appearance is actually two or three points similar.
"It's my daughter. Does the real king know my daughter?" Gu Xiao was also a little surprised.
"We were on the same boat before..." Thinking of this, Xu Xuan thought of Zhu Yuan again, "What happened to that boy Zhu Yuan? Did you give him the blood-growing elixir?"
"Well, his strength is almost restored."
After three to five years of training, Zhu Yuan's personality has become much calmer; Xu Xuan once mentioned that someone would send pills to help him regain his strength.
The sound of the piano continued to play.
Everyone's minds gradually calmed down.
At this moment, there was no dignity or so-called etiquette between the few people, and time seemed to have frozen.
The music in this world is too slow and not as coherent as modern music. People need to calm down to appreciate it.
After a long time, Xu Xuan asked Gu Xiao: "Did you bring the things?"
"Yes, I brought it."
Gu Xiao opened the box in the corner of the pavilion. There was a pile of books in the box.
This is the classic book of each sect of the righteous path.