From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

The moment the sword lights up.

On a solitary peak of the Upside-Down Mountain, Taoist Gao cast his gaze with a solemn expression.

"What a young swordsman."

Beside him, the old Taoist priest held up a whisk in his hand and asked, "Master, should we drive him out of the city?"

The Taoist Heavenly Sovereign who was in charge of this place pondered for a while and said, "The guy who was hit is the direct descendant of the Sub-Sage. He is not dead. This is the Confucian Temple's own business. We don't care. If there is another attack, you have to show up."

"I understand." The old Taoist bowed and replied. As a Jade Raw Material Realm dragon, he disliked several dragon ditches in the South China Sea. He killed dragons and refined countless dragon whiskers to forge the semi-immortal weapon to protect the Tao in his hand. He also fought with the three Chen saints from Nanposo Continent in turn, so much so that the pure scholar Chen Chun'an personally questioned the Daoxuan Mountain. In the end, it was the Great Heavenly Lord who stepped in to settle the matter. To be precise, he was the third in command of the Daoxuan Mountain.

……

On the street, a middle-aged Confucian scholar stood up from the ruins, his face covered in dust, holding a jade pendant that was as broken as dust in his hands with a distressed look. As the direct descendant of a sub-sage, he had a palm-load of life-saving objects bestowed upon him by a great tyrant. However, this jade pendant that could withstand several attacks from a powerful immortal actually broke into pieces under half a sword strike, which meant that the other party really intended to kill him at will, or to be more precise, he was just drawing his sword and did not care about his life or death at all.

He has a really domineering personality!

The middle-aged scholar shook off the dust on his body and was about to argue a few words, but he saw a flying sword stopped between his eyebrows.

It’s really unreasonable!

“The sword comes out like a rainbow, and can be sent and retracted at will. The sword light relies on the sky for thousands of miles, and it has lasted for several years. It is truly wonderful and is definitely not an human swordsmanship.” The middle-aged Confucian scholar stood up and gently pushed the flying sword, but found that he could not move it. He could only show a look of praise on his face.

“It’s so solid as a rock!”

The flying sword disappeared, and the young fairies on both sides of the street who had originally seen the scholar as very elegant immediately withdrew their gazes, as if they had seen something filthy. They had thought he was a tough guy who would rather die than surrender, but they had not expected him to be such a rotten thing.

Jiang Yuan only took a glance and found out the origins of several fairies. They were the orthodox sect of Nanposo Continent, and they needed to kill a giant sea monster of the Dragon Gate Realm in the South China Sea before they could return. This sect valued martial arts and Taoism, and passed down this kind of rules of the ancestral hall.

"A real man can bend and stretch, worthy of being called a Confucian brother!" Huang Gou said happily. Since the ancestor dared to say that the fault was his, he would not hesitate to look up to him.

"Mr. Gou, you are too kind. I can't help but feel emotional when I see the sword light." The middle-aged scholar did not blush at all. After all, the sword energy was too strong. If it were dispersed, it would be a long and mighty river, which could easily collapse mountains and destroy cities.

Jiang Yuan lost interest in drawing his sword.

The sword servant chuckled and said, "Master, there are nine scenic spots on the Upside-Down Mountain, namely the Catch and Release Pavilion, the Sword-Respecting Pavilion, the Incense-Shanging Tower, the Lei Ze Terrace, the Lingzhi Pavilion, the Dharma Seal Hall, the Master's Knife Room, the Elk Cliff, and the Hanging Dragon Tower. Since we have to wait for twelve days, we might as well take a look at them all."

Jiang Yuan nodded, "Let's go to Lingzhizhai first."

Half of the heaven and earth restrictions dissipated, and the three people and the dog quickly blended into the crowd. In the past, the Taoist ancestor left a jade ruyi in Haoran Tianxia, ​​which is now enshrined in Lingzhizhai. The spiritual energy is rich, just like a small cave. For the cultivators of the middle five realms, practicing here is twice as effective with half the effort. Therefore, it is also the most expensive inn, and a night's stay requires three Xiaoshu coins. Jiang Yuan paid four Guyu coins, and only six were left. He was stretched to the limit, so the four Xiaoshu coins that were left over from the room fee were exchanged for Xianjia wine to supplement the consumption of Huozhu wine.

The middle-aged scholar remained calm and paid to book a cave. If it were any other time, he would have to wait for several months to get a spot even if he paid extra. However, the demon tribe was about to launch its second siege on the city in a hundred years, so all tourists on the Upside-Down Mountain would be evacuated in the near future.

A siege could last for several years or even decades. The most serious one occurred six thousand years ago, when several great throne demons showed up. The war lasted for two hundred years on and off, but the city could not be breached. Since then, the great throne demons have rarely shown up in sieges of all generations, and half of them are sleeping in the Hall of Valor in the Wilderness.

Three people and a dog went out for a stroll, and the yellow dog whispered to the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The most famous of the Nine Scenes is the Catch and Release Pavilion, which has a great relationship with the Taoist No. 2. However, it looks like an ordinary roadside pavilion with a Taoist immortal standing on both sides to prevent outsiders from damaging it.

In Jingjian Pavilion, portraits of every sword immortal who has killed a great demon in the upper five realms in history are enshrined here. Their swords are placed next to the portraits in the form of replicas. The oldest sword has been in service for ten thousand years. The old man has a thin stature, sunken eye sockets, and slightly high cheekbones. Such a frail-looking old sword immortal is actually the largest sword in the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

The attic was crowded with people. An old monk was squeezed by the crowd and escaped with difficulty. When he looked up, he saw a pair of cold eyes.

"May you be well, benefactor." The old monk had clearly witnessed the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, but he still showed a compassionate smile, "The beauty of jade can be passed down through the ages because of its crispness. The heart is like glass. The benefactor's heart is missing a bright light, it is empty, no matter how much you eat, it will never be satisfied."

"As long as I'm full." Jiang Yuan replied.

There are three saints in the Confucian Temple, three abbots in Baiyujing, and three Buddha heads on the Buddha's lotus platform. The person in front of you is the leader of the Pure Land Sect in the Eastern World and the founder of the Hongyuan Dharma. He made twelve great vows, wishing to relieve the suffering of all sentient beings, to make them have all the roots, and to lead them to liberation. Therefore, he became a Buddha based on this vow, which is in line with the fourteenth level of the Tao.

The old monk smiled and gave way. In fact, he had just finished his Haoran journey. He changed his surname to Yao and went to the Lizhu Cave Heaven in Aquarius Island. Unfortunately, King Zhou revived and started to settle old scores, so he had to leave early.

"Do you really have to die? I don't care anymore." The yellow dog murmured, nothing is as real as the dried fish.

The old monk was relieved. "A little dog is free, so of course it doesn't matter. But the king is a symbol and a representative. The cause and effect of the Zhou Dynasty's fall is his, and mine."

The yellow dog was silent. In the past, they had killed together. The Medicine Buddha in front of them was one of the few people at the forefront. When the Zhou Dynasty went to war with the Confucian Temple, they initially attracted most of the various schools of thought. The war lasted from mountain to mountain, and they had a dispute over the great way with their twelve great wishes. At that time, there were not as many Confucian scholars as there are now, and it had not been long since the Great Sage completely mastered Haoran. In order to prevent the world from being transformed by Taoism, they could not exert any strength at all. The young master, the Saint of Rites, was the national teacher of the Zhou Dynasty at that time, and was busy studying and promoting the prototype of the ritual system. There was no sub-sage or literary saint in the Confucian Temple, so the chances of winning the war were actually very high, as high as 30%. After he was demoted to the status of an emperor, the chances increased to 50%. Haoran Tiandao, who had disliked the Great Sage, gave a lot of help.

As for the result, they naturally lost. Among the ten ancient heroes, the ancestor of alchemy and the ancestor of Yin-Yang divination died in battle. The former was reincarnated, and the latter was reduced to ashes. Both of them fought against King Zhou.

"They are all old news. Let's say farewell to the old and welcome the new." The yellow dog stood up and bowed with a smile, shaking his paws.

The old monk nodded and said implicitly, "Thank you for your good words."

(End of this chapter)