As the downfall of the Republic of China, there was a Taoist priest named Uncle Jiu

Qi Lin blinked: "Brother, you heard me right."

OMG!

just kill me!

I'm ashamed to see people!

Zhiqiu Yiye just wanted to bury his head in the soil.

After calling him senior for so long, he turned out to be about the same age as him?

Grass!

What a clown I am!

"It's the same thing. Master Gu is a teacher. Brother Gu is powerful, and I should learn from him. I have killed this tree demon who has harmed countless people. My admiration for you remains unchanged."

Zhiqiu Yiye immediately changed his mind and replaced 'Senior' with 'Brother Gu'.

"I still like to hear you call me senior."

Zhiqiu Yiye smiled dryly: "Farewell to Brother Gu, and then ask the senior to call you old, how kind to call Brother Gu."

Nie Xiaoqian came over and saluted, "Thank you Mr. Gu for killing the tree demon and saving me from trouble and returning to freedom."

Ning Caichen couldn't help asking: "Xiaoqian, you are free now, where are you going?"

"where to?"

Nie Xiaoqian was silent when she heard the words: "I have been a ghost for hundreds of years. The life of a ghost is extremely painful for me, so I want to reincarnate and start a new life."

"Then, congratulations, you can start a new life."

Ning Caichen forced a smile on his face.

"Master Ning, people and ghosts go their own way, I don't want to harm you."

Nie Xiaoqian can feel Ning Caichen's heart, but she doesn't intend to change her mind for him.

In the original ending, she and Ning Caichen experienced life and death, had a deep relationship, and finally went to reincarnation.

But now he and Ning Caichen are only at the stage of mutual affection, have not experienced any hardships, and the relationship is not deep.

Chapter 368

But that's okay, after going through dangers and tribulations, one person and one ghost have deep feelings for each other. After Nie Xiaoqian went to reincarnate, Ning Caichen was almost devastated and could only wait bitterly in the end.

"Young Master Ning, you and I probably have no destiny, and the fate ends here. If there is an afterlife, maybe we can continue the previous relationship."

Ning Caichen looked gloomy, and murmured, "Xiaoqian, can I make a painting for you?"

Nie Xiaoqian smiled: "Let me also make a painting for you."

After more than an hour, Nie Xiaoqian completed the painting. In the painting, a scholar knocked on the door in front of an attic. Inside the attic, there was a woman in white.

Draw the inscription:

poppy.

In the dead of night, people are quiet and the sky is like water, leaning on the railing leisurely.

The breeze secretly sends a delicate fragrance, and the jealousy is white ~ mandarin ducks play at the bottom of the lotus.

Zhulou Painting Pavilion is here every year, melancholy-the beauty changes.

The moon is reunited again in the middle of the sky, and it seems difficult to sleep with a single quilt and a lonely pillow.

——Nie Xiaoqian

A quarter of an hour later, Ning Caichen's painting finished. It was a woman sitting in front of the bed, looking at herself, and a man knocked on the door vaguely.

After a little thought, Ning Caichen only changed 2 words of Nie Xiaoqian's Yu Meiren, and changed the last sentence "it's hard to sleep with a single quilt and a pillow" to "it's hard to sleep with a single quilt and a pillow".

Behind the painting, Ning Caichen also left a poem:

Once in a lifetime, once in a while,

Every thought adds tears.

Looking back at a moment,

Directly teach the memory of the past life.

Holding the painting that Ning Caichen gave her, Nie Xiaoqian slowly stepped back, her figure gradually faded, and the painting fell to the ground.

She went to reincarnate, how could she take the painting with her.

Gu Zhou waved his hand, and the painting fell into Ning Caichen's hands: "Hold it, it's just a thought."

Ning Caichen hugged the painting in his hand and muttered to himself, "It's like going through a dream that I don't want to wake up from."

The next day.

Zhiqiu Yiye and Qi Lin bid farewell solemnly, and they will continue to travel.

However, Ning Caichen proposed to stay in Lanruo Temple for a few more days, obviously because he never forgot Nie Xiaoqian and was unwilling to leave this place.

It's just that these are useless thoughts after all, Nie Xiaoqian has already gone to reincarnation, and the so-called rebirth in the next life is just a word of comfort.

"It's okay. Grandma just died, and the lingering prestige is still there. For the time being, no ghosts dare to approach, but don't stay for a long time. This place is still dangerous."

…………

The sub-altars of Xuantian Sect are all over Dali, and the statue of Purdue Cihang is enshrined in each sub-altar of the city.

Wulong sat cross-legged in the air, a palm-sized sessile splash surrounded his body, making a buzzing sound.

This is the flying sword of Wulong's life and death.

The sword cultivator killed fiercely and attacked extremely vigorously. Seventy percent of his cultivation base was higher than this flying sword, and countless famous opponents in his body died under his flying sword.

This is why he can become an existence with one person under one person and over ten thousand people in Shannan Province of Xuantian Sect, and he is deeply trusted by the altar master of Shannan Province.

This time, the altar master of Shannan Province was entrusted by the elders stationed in the imperial capital of Xuantian Sect to investigate the inexplicable death of Li Sijian, the altar master of Shili County.

A Taoist came in at this time and complimented: "Punishment Commander, your flying sword is already psychic. I am afraid that in the entire Shannan Province, no one can surpass you in terms of sword cultivation."

Wu Long said indifferently: "Stop talking nonsense, have you found any clues?"

Li Sijian's death is not a big deal, under normal circumstances, it would be investigated by the branch of the Xuantian Sect who is in charge of the affairs of the government, but he has a master who is an elder, so he was sent to investigate.

Who dares to kill the altar master of Xuantian Sect?

Without investigation, Wu Long locked several directions.

It's nothing more than those big sects that Xuantian Sect doesn't deal with.

Or it is Chenghuang.

But Wulong didn't believe it was Chenghuang who did it.

"The people in the sub-altar in Shili County are all pigs? The altar owner didn't know how he died. After so long investigation, there is no clue at all!"

The Taoist asked puzzledly: "The city gods are local snakes. Regarding Li Sijian's death, they more or less knew some clues, and they may not have any clues if they search hard. Why don't they ask the city god directly?"

Wu Long looked flat and shook his head: "The city gods are all old thieves who have lived for hundreds of years. They are all very deep-minded, and most of them are hostile to my Xuantian sect. Even if you ask them, they probably don't know anything about it."

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The Taoist hesitated for a moment and asked again: "I have a question in my mind for a long time, I don't know whether I should ask it or not."

"If you don't know, don't ask."

Wu Long said indifferently.

The Taoist's face changed slightly, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Does the higher ups have any plans to completely suppress the City God?"

Although the Xuantian Sect has suppressed the City God, it has advantages in all areas.

But both sides are behemoths all over Dali.

If Xuantian Sect is a tiger, then City God is a lion.

The tiger has a slight advantage in all aspects of statistics, but the lion is not weak. In a real fight, even if the tiger kills the lion, he may be seriously injured.

So now the City God and the Xuantian Sect are afraid of each other.

Xuantian Sect has hundreds of thousands of disciples, and the number of city gods is far more than Xuantian Sect.

 …

The county town god has three divisions.

The City God of Fu has six divisions,

Provincial City God 24 Division.

The capital city god has 36 divisions under his command.

A county town god has hundreds of ghost soldiers and generals under his command.

And Xuantian Sect has no more than dozens of official disciples.

Even if the difference in numbers between the two sides is not as big as ten times, it is at least six or seven times as big.

In a real fight, with so many city gods and so many ghost soldiers and ghost generals, how many people can the Xuantian teach to death?

Even in the past 30 years, Purdue Cihang has become a national teacher, with power in the government and the public, relying on the power of great separation to weaken the city god step by step, but a thin camel is bigger than a horse.

The collision of these two huge forces will definitely be a devastating disaster for the sinking personnel of the two forces.

Because they have a high probability of taking on the role of cannon fodder.

On the side of Xuantian Sect, except for a few very radical ones in the middle and lower classes, most of them don't want to start a full-scale war with the City God.

They hope to maintain the current situation. Anyway, Xuantian Sect has become the largest religion in the world. They are attached to it and have enjoyed the glory and wealth.

Once it is fully developed, everything you have may disappear, and even your own life may be lost.

As for the benefits gained from the comprehensive suppression, most of the benefits have gone to the upper class, and there will not be much left to the middle and lower classes. It is enough to maintain the status quo.

If watching the fire in Wulong Cave, he sneered, "That's all you guys can do." Wan.

Chapter 369 Betting on a Variable

Although he looked down on their greed for life and fear of death, Wu Long still did not hide it: "Don't worry, at least so far, the leader's policy has not changed, and the soft knife cuts flesh."

Wu Long is neither a conservative who is greedy for life and fears death, nor a radical who is fanatical and expansionist.

He is the middle faction.

Fanatical expansion will inevitably lead to a full-scale resistance from the City God, which will lead to a full-scale war, and both sides will suffer heavy deaths.

It is not advisable to be greedy for life and afraid of death to cling to existing interests.

The Taoist said embarrassingly, "Principal Punisher, I just expressed the thoughts of many people taught by Xuantian."

"Okay, let's go to work."

Wu Long stretched out his hand and grabbed the flying sword: "Scatter all the people out, if there is no clue within three days, then send someone to ask the city god... the city god of Shili County is Wu Baoliang, right?"

"As ordered!"

..."Seven Four Three"...

In the Town God's Temple of Shili County, Wu Baoliang bowed slightly: "Master Zhou, can you teach me."

In front of him was a hale and hale old man with eyes slightly closed, white beard and eyebrows, and a foot of white beard under his chin.

The old man's name was Zhou Xing, and he was a famous minister during Taizong's period. When Taizong succeeded to the throne, he was appointed as the supervisory censor. He was impeached many times, and his relatives were shocked.

After his death, he was named the Provincial City God by Emperor Taizong until now.

Zhou Xing shook his head: "There is nothing to teach you."

Wu Baoliang looked cold: "Master Zhou, I want to teach you."

Zhou Xing let out a long sigh: "Bao Liang, I know what you are going to say, but I still say that, and I have no chance of winning."

Wu Baoliang frowned: "Master Zhou, you were a famous official before you were alive, and I'm just a vulgar man leading a soldier. In terms of intelligence, you must be higher than me. It's impossible that you don't know how to boil frogs in warm water. If this continues, I will only die slowly." ,I can not be reconciled!"

"I'm not reconciled!"

Wu Baoliang growled.