That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 945

On the mountainside of Zhushen Mountain, there is a stone hall built according to the mountain. The light in it is dim, and there is only one lamp like a bean.

In the deepest part of the stone hall, there is a stone bed that is integrated with the whole stone hall. On it is half lying an old man who is dying. Sunken, with cloudy and deep eyes, and covered with various animal skins, it makes people feel like an old snake dormant in the dark, and makes people feel chills down the spine.

When those outsiders fought in southern Xinjiang, he had already sensed it, like a dormant old snake raised its head, and kept spitting out snake letters, waiting for a suitable time to go out to meet the long-lost sun.

His own cultivation is placed in the list of secrets, which is actually not scary. It is roughly equivalent to the realm of the seventeenth floor of the earth immortal in the Taoist sect. The location is convenient, and the combat power is equivalent to that of a martial artist in the eighteenth floor of the earth immortal, even more than the ordinary monks on the eighteenth floor of the earth immortal.

As early as when Lihuazhai was in turmoil, he began to think about the situation, but at this time he was still quite leisurely, able to advance or retreat.But when the man and woman came to the Barbarian Palace at the foot of Zhushen Mountain, and another sword cultivator came straight here, he was no longer relaxed, knowing that he probably couldn't watch the fire from the other side.

The old man's face was haggard, as if he had just suffered a serious illness. He tapped the stone bed under him lightly with his fingers, and there was no one else in the stone hall, so he could only mutter to himself: "According to the truth, if the Taoist sect and the sword sect fight, no matter No matter what, it shouldn't be swept up on the head of my witch sect, even if it affects Chiyu, those sects in the Central Plains should suffer first, and there is no reason why the Southern Xinjiang will be involved if there is no first one."

For the first time ever, the old man showed a sad expression, and his fingers with extremely long nails were still tapping on the stone bed beneath him, "Could it be that someone is secretly plotting behind the scenes, trying to bring disaster to the east? People, Lan Yu is counted as one, but it is a pity that he is no longer in his position, Xiao Yu and Qiu Ye are counted as one each, but these two people are committed to the general trend of the world, and they will not use these deceitful ways, and Xiao Yu is no longer alive, and Qiu Ye is again. It was a serious injury retreat, not the two of them. At this time, Murong Xuan has already personally exited the scene, not like someone behind the scenes, and the other one is Xiao Jin, but he is not going to plan his Jiangnan and the world, but to plan a Bishu state Want to live in southern Xinjiang? It is said that Shuzhou cannot produce an emperor to rule the world, so southern Xinjiang is even more impossible. There is no such reason, let alone this reason. No... no... "

"Since it's not Murong Xuan, nor Xiao Jin, is it really just a coincidence? There are coincidences in the world, but at this time, it's such a coincidence. It's really unreasonable. The coincidence is too coincidental, so it's not a coincidence... Yes, no It would be a coincidence, not a coincidence..."

"Murong Xuan, the head teacher's wife, has been hiding behind Qiu Ye, the head teacher of the Tao school for so many years. After Qiu Ye was seriously injured, you finally had to come to the stage and support the overall situation of the Tao school alone, but there is no one to take charge of the overall situation for you." My Qiuye, you are a lonely woman, you have no resources but not enough prestige, you are destined to be unable to support the giant pillar of Taoism."

"The foreigner from the far west has a strange aura, and his realm is higher than that of Murong Xuan. He can almost be regarded as the realm of the eighteenth floor of the earth fairy. No matter where he is placed, he is a very important person. If you want to come here Murong Xuan's reliance cannot be underestimated."

The old man's finger tapping on the stone bed stopped suddenly, and his long, sharp nails almost made a shallow pit on the stone bed.

"Then there is... the master of the Sword Sect. I have to say that the younger generation is awesome, but at the age of the crown, he is already in the realm of the [-]th floor of the earth immortal, and his combat power is almost the peak of the [-]th floor, even more than Back then, Wei Jin was really a big dragon crossing the river. If left alone, it might really turn the southern border upside down. We must guard against it, we must guard against it..."

The old man's voice gradually dropped.

After a moment of silence, the lamp suddenly went out, and the old man got up from the stone bed abruptly, shaking off the layers of animal skins on his body, his aura was frantic and frightening, and his white hair fluttered wantonly.

There was a scarlet light in his eyes, as if the old snake had finally come out of its hole and began to walk among the dense forests, wanting to inspect this territory that belonged to him.

This is Southern Xinjiang.

He is the master of the southern border, the great elder of the witch religion who is worshiped as a god by thousands of barbarians, Zhu Jiuyin.

A crowd of crows and sparrows startled up on Zhushen Mountain and flew into the sky, singing endlessly.

In the barbarian king's palace at the foot of the mountain, two barbarian soldiers who had been destroyed and lost their eyes had already been taken down. A woman in Taoist robes and an old man in barbarian costumes walked into the palace.

The Taoist robed woman is the Lu Xinlian that Murong Xuan mentioned.

In terms of age, she is slightly younger than Murong Xuan, her biological parents are both Wu Chen's direct disciples, after both of her parents passed away for some reason, she was raised by Wu Chen himself.Although Wu Chen is her master, but in Wu Chen's old age, Lu Xinlian served by her side, she was regarded as the last closed disciple, so she is also a member of Ye Zi's generation.

Because Wuchen had the kindness of preaching and teaching with Xiao Yu in his early years, Lu Xinlian and Xiao Yu were considered to be of the same lineage, and the relationship between the two was relatively close. After the relationship between the Taoist sect and the imperial court took a turn for the worse, Lu Xinlian had no contact with the Daqi court, and even finally gave birth to the desire to avoid the world, and left the Taoist sect to go to the southern border.

As for the old man beside Lu Xinlian, he was naturally the local master, the barbarian king of the barbarian tribe.

When the barbarian king was newly mourned, the widow of the barbarian king, Mrs. Fenghuang, was in charge of the barbarian power. It was also Mrs. Fenghuang and Tang Shengyue's uncle Tang Xiong who joined forces to launch the Shu state rebellion, which finally attracted Lin Han's iron-blooded suppression.

The current barbarian king is the only son of the previous barbarian king and Mrs. Fenghuang. He was still a child back then, but now he is an old man in his twilight years.

Lu Xinlian walked in front of Murong Xuan and said expressionlessly, "This is the barbarian king."

Murong Xuan smiled and said, "I'm sorry."

Lu Xinlian just nodded, then turned and left.

After there were only three people left in the hall, Murong Xuan looked at the old man who had a deep hatred with the Central Plains, and said straight to the point: "I want to see Great Elder Zhu Jiuyin."

Somewhat beyond Murong Xuan's expectation, this barbarian king nodded in agreement directly: "Yes."

Then he turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation, "You two distinguished guests, please follow me."

Murong Xuan didn't hesitate at all, and walked forward directly, Li Fenggu naturally followed closely behind, the three of them left the barbarian palace, and went to the Zhushen Mountain, which was regarded as a holy place by countless barbarians.

At the same time, a pair of young men and women dressed as barbarians walked through the slightly crude city gate and entered the city of barbarians hidden deep in the mountains.

(End of this chapter)