Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Chapter 232: Leading beasts to fight is the balance

Today, it snowed heavily.

In the complete silence, suddenly, a low and melodious flute sound sounded, blowing away the ice and snow.

In less than a few beats, another clear and distant flute sound joined in. The phoenix flute and jade flute, the two tones harmonized, the flutes lingered, drifted and circulated.

Snow falls one after another and plum blossoms fall, embellishing Tiandu and the West Sea into a dreamy picture.

At this moment, two rays of sword light burst out like silver bottles, breaking through the clouds and stirring up ice fragments all over the sky.

Wearing a pink shirt, a white shadow, and two immortal swords, they are Yu Cixin and Ji Wuxia, dancing gracefully to the sound of the flute.

"I'm coming too~"

Another beautiful girl was seen, holding the Qitian Sword, joining in the sword dance. She was the spirit who came to visit Jing Wuhuan and the little princess.

Yu Cixin laughed: "Pay attention!"

Ji Wuxia danced and sang: "The wind is rising, the clouds are surging, and the dust and sand are surging, the rivers and lakes are turbulent, and the rivers and lakes are turbulent. I carry Ruan Xing with ease and joy..."

There are also two women playing musical instruments. They hit the coral and hold the jade flute upright, with frost on their wrists; the plum blossoms play the clear flute horizontally, and the rhymes are uttered from the red lips.

The cold wind blew, and the three people dancing with swords, like flying birds, like light clouds, like smokey willows, gracefully descended in different postures.

The sword light is like electricity, like waves, like a dream.

The shadows of swords and figures intertwined with each other, changing endlessly, dazzling the eyes and confusing the heart.

Everyone was sitting in the Tingchao Pavilion, some were drinking, some were making tea, some were splashing ink, and more people were quietly watching the three people's peerless sword dance.

When Xiu Yinzi came to visit, he saw this otherworldly wonderland.

He paused for a moment and said: "Pei Qianjiang Mo Xie's sharp weapon is good at the autumn water of Longquan. The drum is three feet bright, and the clouds are lightning; the seven stars are cool, and the wind is on the palm."

The song has not ended, the music has not stopped, the sword has not rested.

His visit did not disturb everyone's enjoyment, and Xiaohu took him to Luo Hou's study.

"Mr. Wu is still at work. Sir, please come in."

"Thank you little boy."

"I'm not a little boy, I'm a little fox, a thousand-year-old fox fairy."

"Thank you, Fox Immortal."

"Sir, sit down for a moment. I will be here to serve you tea soon."

The little fox skipped away, and Luo Hou stood up to greet him.

Xiu Yinzi flicked his fly whisk and said: "The mountain man Luofu Mountain's cracked peak and the nine tripods circle around the Tai Chi Platform Danhua hold a Xiu Yinzi. I have seen Tiandu Wujun."

Listening to this long list of self-introductions, Luo Hou couldn't help but think of that person's introduction - "Mountain Man Cuihuan Mountain Yubo Pond Hundred Willows Bead Curtain Five Lotus Terrace Fragrance White Lotus Su is real."

"See you for a long time."

"Ok?"

Seeing his cold expression, Luo Hou stopped telling cold jokes and asked bluntly: "What is the matter with you, sir?"

"I'm here to retrieve the "History of the Holy Demon Yuan"."

"It's not difficult to get back the "History of the Holy Demon", but what can I get?"

Xiu Yinzi's sleeves and robes moved slightly, and a small kit flew to the desk: "This is the golden elixir I refined to restore memory. There are three in total."

"You are worthy of being the master of the Fenghuo Golden List. All major events in the world are under your control."

"But you are someone I can't control."

Luo Hou raised his hand, a dark light flashed from the corner, and a thick book appeared from the barrier, which was "History of the Holy Demonic Origin".

He had wanted to throw this broken book away for a long time, so as not to possess someone with weak willpower in Tiandu. Jiu Yinzi came to take it away, which was really what he wanted.

Ji Yinzi put away the book and asked: "On the day when Bo Xun arrived, was the Drifting Blood Island directly bombed and sunk? I did not find the key parts of the beacon fire."

"They were all scattered to the bottom of the sea and washed everywhere by the waves. There is no need to mention this thing again."

There was suspicion in his eyes.

Luo Hou knew what he was doubting. Like Sanyu Wu Mengsheng, Zhong Yinzi did not believe that Luo Hou could kill Bo Xun.

"When I came in, I saw Nuya."

"Her identity at the moment is just the heroine Ji Wuxia."

"Really? The mountain man resigned."

"Xiu Yinzi, if you have a better way to kill Bo Xun, you can come to me, but I will not sacrifice a few people for the benefit of the majority. I will not sacrifice anyone, including you."

"What if the person who needs to be sacrificed is you, Luohu?"

"I will not allow Luo Hu to be sacrificed."

"Then I have no plan to discuss with you, please."

"Please."

By the time Xiaohu brought the tea, Zong Yinzi had long disappeared.

"Wujun, he looks more serious than you."

"Compared to that person, he is just full of trouble, if not talking nonsense."

Senluo Palace, far away from Tiandu, is a mysterious and strange place.

Densely covered with cobwebs and covered in thick dust, the ground was littered with scattered sacrificial vessels and dumped debris, and images of a hundred ghosts were vaguely visible on the walls.

In the middle of the night, two people ran into Senluo Hall.

"I, Lao Qin, have such a hard time. I can't find Sanyu Wumengsheng, nor can I find a page of the book."

"Qin, I think this place is so eerie and scary."

"It's so scary. Is it more terrifying than having no one to decide the right way in martial arts?"

"Qin, the three fishes said they wanted to see Xiu Yinzi."

"But Ji Yinzi asked us to come to Senluo Hall, which is the place where you enter the underworld after death!" Suddenly a strange sound sounded, as if something was moving on the ground.

Then there was another clear childish voice:

"Tie a thousand knots with one rope, one knot with one soul, climb to the Shibaluozhi Mountain, meet the immortal spitting big waves, overturn the Hailong Temple, catch fish and shrimps to worship the belly Zen."

In the thick fog, a weird thing walked out, getting closer and closer to Qin Jiaxian.

"Ghost!"

Qin Jiaoxian rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Qin, someone is singing nursery rhymes."

The nursery rhyme stopped and changed into an answer: "It's not singing, it's reciting."

"Ghost!"

Ye Tuling also fainted.

Soon, Jiu Yinzi stepped into Senluo Palace: "I brought what you asked for."

The dust flew lightly, and a copy of "History of the Holy Demonic Origin" was thrown into the hall.

Immediately, the thick fog disappeared, and eighteen ghost lanterns appeared, and the eyes were full of warning pictures of prison, accompanied by ghost singing, like a thousand-foot yellow spring.

There are two words engraved on both sides of the plaque - right and wrong; clearly day and night.

Xiu Yinzi came as promised, but no one was there. After waiting for a long time, only a nursery rhyme echoed far or near.

"January [-]st, pick up flowered clothes. February [-]nd, practice big characters. March [-]rd, wear new clothes. April [-]th, go to the exam. Exam for a champion, sit in a carriage and win the world."

Knowing that the other party was unwilling to show up, Jiu Yinzi picked up the fainted Qin Jiaxian and Ye Tuling and walked out of Senluo Hall.

Soon, Senluo Palace returned to its strange appearance of being covered with cobwebs and shrouded in thick fog.

In the thick fog, a Kongming car slowly rode out.

The child in Kongming's car has short, curly, fluffy yellow hair, two swirling eyebrows, and a little cinnabar mole on his forehead.

"Xiu Yinzi, my battle with you is not over, and you have not given me complete trust."

Due to the influence of the counterclockwise movement in his body, Sanyu Wumengsheng returned to the time when he was seven years old. He picked up "History of the Holy Demon Yuan" and thought about his next move.

"The important thing is the whereabouts of the senior in the one-page book... yes, Youmeng Tower."

When Qin Jiaxian woke up, the red sun was high in the sky, the elixir furnace was fragrant, and he was on the Jiuding Circle Tai Chi Platform on the top of Luofu Mountain.

He climbed up and rubbed his eyes: "The three fish are dead, dead, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...... to tell me, old man, who was the one who killed the three fishes? I want revenge!"

"Sanyu Wumeng has nothing to do with him."

"Really? Then what I entered yesterday was not the underworld?"

"You went to Senluo Palace. You should know that it was Sanyu Wumengsheng who was trying to make things up."

"I, Lao Qin, appreciate your confident attitude very much. Now you are the only pillar in the martial arts world. Why don't you lead the heroes of the Central Plains to fight against the evil forces? I, Lao Qin, stand on the same front as you. "

Jiu Yinzi came down from the alchemy platform and asked, "Do I get any extra points if you stand next to me?"

"Of course there are bonus points. My admiration is like a river and the sea is endless. With die-hard fans like me, your journey can last for another 100 years."

After Qin Jiaxian finished flattering him, he got to the point: "I, Old Qin, would like to ask you for advice on how to save a page of the book."

Suddenly, a cold and stern voice came: "One page of book cannot be saved!"

Qin Jiaxian looked back in surprise, and the person who came was actually Bo Xun Zhi Ti Mida.

"Anyone who wants to save a page of a book is an enemy of my midda. If he is an enemy of me, he will not survive for a moment."

Qin Jiaoxian hugged Zhu Pong'er and quickly hid behind Ji Yinzi.

Jiu Yinzi said expressionlessly: "If I don't allow it, no one can use force to break the ban in front of me."

The tough attitude immediately aroused Mi Da's murderous intention. His figure flew quickly in front of Jiu Yinzi, raised his palm, and struck down hard.

Xiu Yinzi steps on Yu's steps, moves the clouds in his hands, and hides his energy in the wind. There is no breath in the movement, and there are no moves to move.

After several exchanges, Jiu Yinzi was always on the defensive, making it impossible for Mida to use the mirror move. Unconsciously, his offensive changed, and Qi penetrated his whole body, and a huge evil force came out:

"Isobu Sorin, drink!"

Xiu Yinzi was neither impatient nor impetuous, and Yun's hands were strong, and the evil force that came was like a mud cow entering the sea. He immediately picked up the fly whisk and slapped it with his right palm, returning the attack of Mida twice as much.

Mi Da couldn't avoid it, so he vomited red and retreated.

"I, Xiu Yinzi, hold the heavenly ranking and stand neutrally. It is unwise for you in the world of desire to regard me as your enemy."

"Huh? What a neutral person. I hope it's not like Tiandu's."

Mida stopped his offensive and exited the Tai Chi stage.

Qin Jiaxian said angrily: "Old Zhizi, he has done evil in the world of desire, why should you let him go?"

"Only when the tiger returns to the mountain can the balance of terror be maintained in the forest."

Qin Jiaxian touched his head: "What is the balance of terror?"

"Between wild animals, they restrain each other and do not invade each other. Although it is just an illusion of peace, it is a balanced existence."

Qin Jiaxian felt dizzy when he heard this: "But you are so powerful, is there any way to get rid of Bo Xun, a big harm to Wulin?"

"Tiandu is already carrying out this plan, why don't you go to Tiandu to find Wu Lord Luo Hou?"

"If I, Old Qin, go to Tiandu, the treasure of Qianxie Cave will not be preserved."

"I see."

Qin Jiaoxian blinked: "According to what you said, Tiandu is the biggest beast in the forest, that tiger."

"Qin Jiaxian, you are very smart. This tiger has grown up and there is no power to restrain it anymore, so you can only lead the beast to fight."

Luring wild beasts to fight, tearing them apart bite by bite. As long as there are enough wild beasts in the forest, the tiger will eventually be torn apart.

Ok?
Foxiang Chang Yingluo, the great master of Yandu, it's time for them to meet.

(End of this chapter)