Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

It is actually useless to read a lot, because most people in this era have a terrible amount of reading. It is not too much to say that there are thousands of volumes of real books in their minds, so no matter how many books they read, it is actually the same.

Most of the time, it can't be reflected, and the gap can't be seen.

but.

The disadvantages of less reading are great.

For example, there is a book of martial arts circulated in the world. If you practice it, you will be so strong. As a result, if you practice it, others will also practice it.

Reading can be wise. After discovering that Yi Dongqing likes to read in his spare time, Yuan Wuxiang would bring a few volumes with him every time he came.

The classics that can be bought in the market are the foundation. The background of the Three Religions is not these, but the ancient books that have been lost, the handwriting written by the predecessors after reading the classics, as well as the works of the predecessors, and about various secrets. records.

The act of re-editing like Lin Chongyang is not an exception.

Those kinds of classics are not precious, but, if there is no access, ordinary people basically cannot get to them.

Yuan Wuxiang provided Yi Dongqing with such an opportunity to get in touch with those books that are not seen in ordinary times, but are not forbidden to be circulated within the Three Religions, which can further broaden her knowledge.

Just like what he brought back this time, he just casually mentioned it to Jing Tianhuai during a certain sparring session.

As a result, when he left, he received such a box.

"The following are some travel notes written by Wen Yuan. I have read them before. The contents are very detailed. It will allow people to understand the changes of the four major martial arts in recent years from another angle."

At the same time as speaking, Yuan Wuxiang took out the classics from the wooden box, and deliberately distinguished the few books mentioned just now:

"Just these few books, it can be said that they are quite good, worthy of his title."

Then I saw him put these books in front of Yi Dongqing.

"Thank you."

Yi Dongqing, who was sitting on the side, looked at him, and Yuan Wuxiang waved his hand casually: "It's fine if you like it, these books are relatively profound, and should be enough for you to study and study for a long time."

"Are you in a hurry to leave?"

The words of the person in front of him made Yi Dongqing judge in his heart. As the patriarch of the Tianqiang clan, she is not stupid, but she doesn't like those things.

"Well, the old man left me a few days, so I came back here after receiving the Fetion letter, relax a little, and go to work after adjusting the status." Yuan Wuxiang said very relaxed.

The Tianqiang people have a peaceful environment here, away from the disturbances and intrigues within the three religions, allowing him to put everything down temporarily.

Then, empty your body and mind to experience the rare comfort.

Yi Dongqing smiled softly: "If that's the case, there's still time."

"Huh? What's too late?"

"Let me keep a secret, you will know when the time comes."

"Fanxue, you were not like this before." The young man complained a bit.

The woman was not deceived by him: "I promise, you can see the answer before you leave."

Although it looks similar, it is actually not that similar, at least Yi Dongqing has rich experience in dealing with this.

"Okay." Yuan Wuxiang's complaints turned into regrets, and then he smiled helplessly, and could only say that it was as expected.

Yi Dongqing didn't ask him what he was going to do specifically, because there was no need for that.

He shoulders the responsibility of the Daoist Dharma sect, and she also shoulders the entire Tianqiang people. Since she can't go with him, the current understanding is enough for her.

"Do you want me to send the books to the study for you?" Yuan Wuxiang looked at the sun outside the gazebo: "You can't just eat books here for lunch, right?"

"Ha, what do you eat if you don't eat books?"

"How about I buy the head sheep and come back to roast the whole sheep?"

"You were talking about lunch."

"Then I'll go and buy some mutton and make a few more pancakes."

Xiantian people eat not because they are hungry, but because they simply like the atmosphere of eating and the people who eat with them, and not everyone is as unconventional as Yu Xiaoyao.

…………

Frontier battlefield.

The arrival of the life trainee made everyone breathe a sigh of relief. If the bones accumulated by Bi Fangshan were resurrected, the consequences would be disastrous.

Now I can feel relieved after being dealt with.

After a meeting with Xiao Ren in the past, Kuangshenyu fell silent, and did not attack all forces as before, but the others did not stop because of this.

Partial confrontations happened almost every day, and the monks brought by Daosheng Tokuya and the tide of saints were sacrificed every once in a while.

Of course, the sacrifice of the Youjie demon is even greater.

Although Ying Yunqian tried his best to prevent the two sides from exchanging sons, the facts proved that not everyone listened to the persuasion. The Infernal Ghost Empress from the Nether Realm was killed by the Jade Buddha with a handful of snow and the Reclining Buddha with a pillow in a battle.

Its blood completely demonized Baili Demon Soil, and the method after resurrection was far more treacherous than before.

Abilie, who came back from the dead, is actually a shikigami summoned by her.

Now, strengthened by that strange power, the summoned shikigami is no different from a real person, and the combat power of the Youjie side has been further enhanced.

The Jade Buddha sleeps with a handful of snow and the reclining Buddha, because he was accidentally contaminated with the blood of the dead queen of the Infernal Ghost, which caused the devil's energy to enter the body.

The Buddhist side was directly restrained, but fortunately they had enough people.

But it's not without good news.

Although it may not be good news for some people.

"Tian Ren Jian Ji" reappeared in another life, and forcibly beheaded three demon generals who had crossed the border on the frontier battlefield. absorb.

After a long period of accumulation, even ordinary innate people will be suppressed by it, and can only display about [-]% of their combat power.

The Primordial Nether Realm continues to send combat power to the abyss, and Tianyuan's suppression of ordinary magic generals has been minimal, such as Blade Sha, Shaya, Senluo, Fuyi Tiangou, Leopard Xing, Armed Xing, Po Zongtao, Beng and other monsters. The generals have already been dispatched to the battlefield under the deployment of Baiyi Xuehun, and all the tribes in the Youjie also sent generals to cross the border again.

until.

"Thousands of moths destroy the world, but I am the only locust."

Amidst the high-handed rhetoric, countless demon moths approached Tianyuan and turned into a burly figure with blond hair and silver armor. It was the demon emperor of the original Youjie Wing Clan's moth family, Moth Demon Locust.

"I didn't expect that it would be you who came this time." Said Bai Yixuehun who was waiting outside Tianyuan.

"Ha, it's not just me, it's also here this time."

As soon as the Moth Demon Locust, who was standing firmly on the ground, spoke, he saw a heat wave crossing the abyss, and the fire cloud scorched the sky, burning into a terrifying sky change.

Immediately, another scream was heard.

Bai Yixuehun looked up, and as expected, he saw a strange beast in the burning fire cloud, which looked like a magic moth, but with dragon horns.

"Cloudy Moth Dragon."

The appearance of the moth dragon represents the opening of the Zhurong Demon Abyss, the taming and release of the monsters living in it, and the unexpected arrival of the Demon Abyss Nine Dragons may blow the horn of counterattack.

"Our world still needs time to prepare, and the cocoon will let you play by ear."

As he spoke, he saw the Moth Demon Locust throw a sign to the person in front of him.