Fighter of the Destiny

Where the white clouds disperse, there is a green valley.

The valley is very quiet and full of strange-shaped trees and vines. In the woods leaning against the cliff, the low roars of powerful monsters can be heard from time to time. But none of those monsters dared to approach here, because there was a majestic ancient temple here, and because there were two people living in the ancient temple.

The old man asked in confusion: "You have been living in seclusion for hundreds of years, and you finally went out for a while, and now you are back?"

The man smiled and said: "It's not like I got nothing, at least I took a look at the boy."

The old man said: "Did your Excellency make a special trip to see that young man?"

The man said: "That young man is a disciple of Shang, and he is highly valued by Deyin. Xiao Tianhai also specially asked Tianji to visit him. I am inevitably a little curious."

The old man said: "You are not like a person who would return to the world just because of curiosity."

The man said: "That young man got my notes and the Heavenly Book Tablet, and attracted a night of starlight in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum. Many people said that he is very similar to me back then, so he is naturally different from me."

The old man asked: "Then what did you see?"

The man's expression became serious and he said, "That boy... is about to die."

The old man was very surprised when he heard this and said, "What should we do?"

The man walked to the main hall of the ancient temple, looked at the dilapidated Buddha, and said: "Everyone wants to change their destiny against the will of heaven, but they don't know that all cause and effect are within the cause and effect. The more they want to change their destiny, the less they can leave it. It's a river, I can't see what his fate will be in the end, it still depends on himself."

"What about Qiu Shanjun and Xu Yourong? When will you go and see them?"

"Let's talk about it later." The man glanced at the sky outside the temple and said, "It's going to rain, so hurry up and finish today's painting."

The appearance of this ancient temple is extremely dilapidated. It has been abandoned for I don’t know how many years. The same is true for the Buddha statues in the halls of the temple. However, the Buddhist sect has long been discontinued on the mainland and has never been heard of by ordinary people, so this scene is quite ordinary. In fact, it is incomprehensible that this ancient temple can still survive to this day.

However, the murals on the stone walls of the ancient temple are very complete, and some even look very new. They have obviously been added in recent years.

Those murals are so beautiful that it can even be said that there are no such excellent painters in the world today.

If Chen Changsheng looked at these murals, he would definitely think of the portraits in Lingyan Pavilion.

The old man stood on the wooden shelf, holding a paintbrush against the wall to prepare for work. After all, he couldn't help but said: "I really should have tried it just now."

The man was sitting on a broken clock in front of the temple, holding a pot of spring water in his hand and drinking slowly. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "I can't beat him."

The old man put down the paintbrush in his hand, looked outside the hall, and said, "Su Li was outside Xue Lao City last year..."

The man did not answer the question and looked into the distance quietly.

The old man sighed in his heart and stopped asking questions.

That time, the Demon Lord was in Xuelao City and the black robe was outside Xuelao City. How could he take action? How to take action?

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On the bank of the Red River, at the head of Baidi City, the cloud fell slowly and then disappeared without a trace, but I don't know whether it was bad or good.

On Gan Terrace, Queen Tianhai no longer looked to the north, turned around and walked down the stage.

Deep in the palace, His Majesty the Pope looked at the pot of green leaves thoughtfully, his posture and expression unchanged from before.

The night covering Hanshan slowly tore apart, and then drifted into the distance, and the world returned to day. By the lakeside of the peak, Old Man Tianji gently wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and looked into the depths of the snowy fields far north of the mountains, with the vicissitudes of his eyes in his eyes. There was a hint of turbidity, and it was unclear what the path ahead was.

A scribe appeared at the southern foot of Hanshan Mountain. The red flower tied to his little finger was stained by the dust of thousands of miles and was no longer so bright. The man wearing a hat appeared in the small town outside the Hanshan Archway. , the cheeks rusted by the sea breeze were full of solemnity. They arrived late, and the middle-aged scholar had already left Hanshan, but they did not leave just like that. Instead, they and the two giants of the national religion, each holding important treasures, guarded the surroundings of Hanshan vigilantly, guarding against possible changes.

On the long front in the north of the mainland, the Northern Army of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the practitioners sent by various sects and families in the south to aid the north received secret orders from various military offices and began to prepare nervously for war. The demon army began to mobilize along the Red River, heading towards Heading to the snowfield in the northwest, they slaughtered a small tribe of demons on the way.

However, neither the generals who issued the order to mobilize troops from the Great Zhou Dynasty nor the leaders of various sects and families in the south knew what was happening. There were voices of discussion everywhere in the military mansions and caves, and the atmosphere became abnormal. Tension makes people feel extremely uneasy.

As for the people in the small town outside Hanshan and the people in Kyoto, they know nothing about these things. They cook, work, and live as usual. They never thought that on this seemingly normal summer, after a thousand years, After that, the war between the human race and the demon race almost broke out again.

All of this was just because... the Demon Lord left Xue Lao City.

He went to Hanshan, and then he left Hanshan.

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Very few people know the news that the Demon Lord has returned to the Central Plains.

No one knew that on his way back to Snow Old City when the Demon Lord left Hanshan, he once met a person in the snowy field.

This encounter was unknown to the world until much later, but it was the most important encounter in this whole event.

We never met, but we didn't meet by chance.

That man had been waiting for the Demon Lord in the snowy field for a long time.

The sky was full of wind and snow, and the man was all white, from his hair to his clothes, from his eyebrows to his lips.

It's not white painted by snow, that kind of white is even whiter than snow, white is scary, white is scary.

From a thousand years ago to now, there were not many people who could calculate the Demon Lord's return path, wait for him halfway, and dare to wait for him here.

To be precise, that person was not a human being, but a great demon with earth-shattering cultivation.

The White Emperor of the West.

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Thousands of years ago, the demon clan went south, the mainland was turbulent, and strong men emerged in large numbers. There were countless battles that will go down in history. The most famous of them is naturally the Battle of Luoyang between Zhou | **** and Emperor Taizong, and the battle in which he In the decisive battle with the Demon Lord, there is another battle that is relatively more secretive, but in terms of the strength of both parties and the brutality of the battle, it is definitely not inferior to the previous two, that is, Chen Xuanba and Zhou Du in Zhou Garden |The battle of the strongest under the husband's starry sky.

With the death of Chen Xuanba in battle, the disappearance of Zhou Du|husband, and the return of Emperor Taizong to Xinghai, the four most powerful people in the mainland at that time were only the Demon Lord. In the following thousand years, there was no such thing. Since those three earth-shattering battles happened, there was not even a battle close to that level.

Until this encounter today in the windy and snowy wilderness.

Since they met, they naturally wanted to fight.

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(I have to prepare for the trip back to Daqing. I will be on the road for about seven days. I need to save the manuscript. I am working on it. I wish everyone a happy weekend and see you tomorrow.)