The Supreme Being

The Dou Family Store on the edge of the inner city of Shendu is a place where all kinds of people come and go, and rumors are flying everywhere. It is the first choice for foreign warriors and merchants to inquire about things.

A man with a scar on his face, holding his bamboo hat, walked through the noisy crowd and found a square table to sit down.

While waiting for the waiter to pour tea and water, he moved his ears slightly, trying to find useful information from the chaotic and noisy sounds.

"Speaking of heroes, talking about heroes, it was a mad sword in the illusion array, with hundreds of wounds on his body, he killed this year's top scholar Fan Changmiao, the direct descendant of Mie Tianmen, who was trained as the future leader of the sect with one sword! Once the six-demon was dead, the illusion array was immediately in danger. The officials of the Political Affairs Hall worked together and finally broke the shackles and stopped the conspiracy of the tyrant, Luojiao, and Mie Tianmen. As the saying goes, a thousand-mile dam is destroyed by an ant hole, and it is also said that evil cannot defeat good. In times of crisis, heroes will emerge!" The person who was talking was dressed as a storyteller, wearing a green shirt and a small hat, holding a wooden stick in his hand. People at nearby tables listened attentively, and the distance between the tables was moved very close. Crazy Knife... The man with a scar on his face frowned, stood up, held a silver ingot in his hand, squeezed next to the storyteller, bowed, and performed the full etiquette of the underworld: "Sir, I am from Xiliang, escorting a batch of goods to Beijing, and I feel the atmosphere is weird, as if something big has happened?"

As he spoke, the silver ingot was stuffed into the storyteller.

The storyteller weighed the silver secretly, confirmed the weight, and said with a smile: "Brother, you don't know, seven days ago, at the Qionghua Banquet..."

When the storyteller finished talking about the change in the capital of the gods that day, the man with a scar on his face seemed to be relieved: "So that's how it is. It shouldn't affect my business. I wonder what the situation is like in the court now?"

The storyteller tapped the wood lightly: "The officials in the Political Affairs Hall put the overall situation first and did not do anything to implicate others. The Six Gates, from the chief constable down, still hold their original positions. They have only been fined their salaries. However, except for the two masters of the Zhao family in the capital of the gods, I'm afraid they have changed their sects. In addition, the top masters of the major families have joined the Six Gates and served as the Golden Seal Constables."

This matter was widely spread and everyone knew it. Although there was no talk of changing the sect, anyone who was a little more worldly-wise could appreciate the mystery.

The man with the scar on his face nodded slightly, which was as it should be: "I wonder which prince will succeed to the throne?"

He spoke in a rather literary manner, which concealed his wildness.

"The prince seemed to have something to do with the affairs of the tyrant emperor, so he failed to succeed to the throne and became the King of Liang. Now he lives in seclusion and cultivates himself and worships Buddha." The storyteller recalled the coronation ceremony three days ago. "Although there are rumors that the King of Jin is involved in the mysterious and terrible "myth" and is the one who killed his father, there is no evidence after all. After the investigation by the officials of the Political Affairs Hall, they finally made him the emperor."

There must be a legitimate reason to abolish the prince, and it cannot be said that he was involved in worshiping Buddha, so he was implicated with the old emperor.

"The world is unpredictable..." the man with the scar on his face sighed.

"That's right!" The storyteller smacked his lips, "Do you know who the current prince is?"

"The current prince? Although the King of Jin has married, he has no children yet!" The man with the scar on his face was surprised.

Most of the people around him already knew about it, and laughed at him for being ignorant and confused by the word "crown prince".

"Although the King of Jin, no, the current emperor has no son, the Prince of Zhou, who participated in the government, was afraid that he was indeed secretly in contact with the "myth". After arguing with the other officials, he strongly advocated establishing a crown prince first to act as a check and balance. Now, the King of Wei, who has always been ignored, has risen to prominence!" The storyteller said, "He picked up the position of crown prince for no reason, no, the crown prince, the succession of the title from the elder brother to the younger brother is a "good custom" in ancient times..."

The man with a scar on his face listened very attentively. Although this had nothing to do with this business, it had a certain impact on the forces behind him.

"... In addition, the Emperor's Sword is no longer controlled by the royal family, but is placed in the government hall, where the officials take turns to guard it and hand it over to the emperor when needed." The storyteller spoke very quickly, and told the follow-up of the change in the capital of the gods. "The tyrant will be buried tomorrow, and his posthumous name is 'Li'." The man with a scar on his face turned around with satisfaction, muttering as he walked: "No wonder, no wonder... The strange phenomenon in the capital of the gods seen a few days ago turned out to be the work of the Dharma master... No, that was six days ago!" Obviously, he has been near the capital of the gods for some time. He turned around in surprise and looked at the storyteller: "What was the vision six days ago?"

The storyteller was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "The vision of the mad sword ascending to heaven in one step, covering the capital of the gods, experiencing four disasters, and becoming an external scene, shocked all the strong!"

The man with a scar on his face took a breath of cold air, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, frowning: "Tell me in detail."

The storyteller smiled: "I witnessed it with my own eyes outside the Su family's villa that day!"

"The mad sword sent out invitations, and we all thought that he would imitate Xingyun's old story and challenge the masters of the human list, and ascend to heaven in one step with the help of the qi. Who knew that the mad sword was better than the invisible sword, and there was no need for life and death oppression, sitting in the main seat, opening the entrance while chatting and laughing, the inside and outside meet, no longer an ordinary person! "

He was so excited that he lifted his green robe and patted the table: "At that time, the night fell, the whole city of gods was dark, there were stars shining like flowers, the sun rose in the east, the golden crows flew around, there were chaotic holes, the earth floated, it was really all-encompassing and ever-changing, and the mad knife experienced the heavenly thunder tribulation, the Yin fire tribulation, and the golden wind tribulation as if taking something out of a bag, until the chaos tribulation came, he tried his best and split the chaos with injuries all over his body. "

"Even so, he was able to change his clothes and toast, chat and laugh, and let all the guests admire him. "

"Wait a minute, the thunder tribulation, the yin fire tribulation, the golden wind tribulation, the chaos tribulation... the fourth level of heavenly tribulation?" The man with the scar on his face was extremely shocked.

"Of course!" Mr. Storyteller said firmly, his face flushed, and he seemed to be very excited, "Do you know who was the last person to reach the fourth level of the Celestial Calendar?"

"The Heavenly Sword is only at the third level of Heavenly Tribulation..." The man with the scar on his face shook his head, looking confused.

The storyteller was so frightened that he trembled all over: "Human Emperor!"

"Human Emperor!" The man with the scar on his face was shocked and solemn, unable to believe his ears.

"Is the news from the Jiangdong Wang family still wrong? Even if the world changes drastically and the Crazy Sword is no longer as powerful as the Emperor, can at least half a step of the Dharma Body be fine?" The storyteller seemed to be asking and answering.

The man with the scar on his face was stunned and silent.

"Speaking of the Heavenly Sword, according to my brother-in-law from the Six Gates, six days ago, Fairy Juejian broke through the death barrier. The light of the sword shined for hundreds of miles, and she also survived three heavenly tribulations!" Someone next to him interrupted.

The storyteller took a deep breath: "Calculating the time, Daluo Demon Girl will probably reach the sky in one step. At that time, the top six people on the list were Invisible Sword, Daluo Demon Girl, Count the Common People, Absolute Sword Fairy, Wolf King and Crazy Sword, except for Yan The prince’s wolf kings have all reached the sky in one step. This is a grand event that has never happened before in human history!”

"Could it be a sign of great catastrophe and troubled times if the golden scales appear in the changing winds and clouds?"

"Don't! We, the ordinary people, would rather be peace dogs than people in troubled times. Looking through the history books, every time there are troubled times, cities are often destroyed, and hundreds of thousands of dead souls are fought in one battle! Even if we can avoid the impact of the battle on location, We will fall into famine, and think about the words 'people eat each other'!"

In times of peace, if there are droughts or floods, all you need to do is dispatch the powerful people in the field and mobilize the power of heaven and earth to alleviate the disaster, so basically there will be a bumper harvest every year. But if trouble comes, which field has the leisure to help people outside their own homes? People do things?

Amidst the commotion, the man with the scar on his face had already left Dou's store.

"Crazy Sword has reached the sky in one step. We must inform Boss Zeluo immediately. They have a mortal enemy! This time, I was asked to inquire about the news about Crazy Sword..." As he was thinking, his face became solemn and his steps were quick.

…………

Affected by the battle on the exterior, more than half of the Yulinyuan mountain forest was destroyed, and the lake became larger, with sparkling waves and vast smoke.

A small boat was floating on the lake. Meng Qi was sitting on the bow of the boat, his blue shirt fluttering in the wind, smiling as he watched Su Ziyue make tea.

A figure jumped up from the stern of the boat, with a graceful posture, like a fairy. When the momentum was exhausted, he made an unimaginable turn and was about to change direction and fly back.

However, his movement during this turn was extremely clumsy, and his body fell directly into the lake, making a popping sound.

"Second brother, you, why don't you catch Mr. Gu..." Su Ziyue looked at Meng Qi blankly.

Meng Qi looked at Gu Changqing with his head exposed and said with a smile: "If there was no pain of failure, how could the memory be profound and the martial arts improve?"

Gu Changqing has become a drowned rat, his hair is wet and messy, but there is no pain on his face. He keeps whispering: "It turns out there is bad luck there, it turns out..."

A few days ago, Meng Qi took Gu Changqing out of Huanhou Mansion and taught him the "Seven True Scriptures" solemnly. Gu Changqing also made a soul oath to carry forward the "Seven True Scriptures", establish a sect, and represent the future. Passed down from generation to generation.

As Su Ziyue was the only bloodline of the Tang family, Meng Qi also taught her the "Seven True Scriptures".

——In Meng Qi's view, the "Seven True Scriptures" are much better than the Su family's inheritance.

"Pingxu Linfeng is much more graceful than Kunwu..." Su Ziyue completely believed Meng Qi's words and didn't pay attention to his hidden narrow-mindedness.

Although she does not know her true life experience, she feels that her "mother" is the legitimate daughter of the Tang family. She is half of the Tang family's blood, and it is her unshirkable duty to inherit the "Seven True Scriptures".

Gu Changqing kept practicing and kept falling into the lake. Meng Qi drank tea and admired the scenery, feeling peaceful and happy.

One day passed, and as soon as Meng Qi returned to the courtyard, his vision dimmed, his soul became dizzy, and he appeared in Samsara Square.

As the light fell, Ruan Yushu, Qi Zhengyan and Zhao Heng stepped out, but Meng Qi's eyes fell on the face of the girl wearing goose-yellow clothes.

The sharpness hidden in her eyes has become stronger, and she has become calmer and more mature. She can no longer be called a girl...

Jiang Zhiwei also looked at Meng Qi, the corners of her mouth slowly raised, and she smiled sweetly: "The fourth level of catastrophe, the stars are blooming all over the city, it's a joy to congratulate."

Meng Qi then smiled: "The sword shines for hundreds of miles and cuts through three calamities. We are both happy and happy."

When we meet and smile, all the unfamiliarity disappears!

Ruan Yushu was also happy, his big eyes showed joy, and he kept whispering to Jiang Zhiwei.

After everyone reminisced about old times and heard that all the mission evaluations were "medium" and that each person except Jiang Zhiwei had two hundred good deeds, Meng Qi went to the central light pillar and put the loot inside.

"Demon extermination hand, treasure weapon... can be exchanged for two thousand good deeds."

"Taiyi Zizi Sword, a sharp weapon... can be exchanged for sixty good deeds."

sixty? Meng Qi was startled at first, and then suddenly realized that he and Jiang Zhiwei were already on location. Zhao Heng was also halfway there, and the price of sharp weapons dropped significantly.

This is a powerful weapon to prevent powerful reincarnations from searching, and attracts attention.

Because Jiang Zhiwei did not participate in the mission this time, the four people shared it equally, each with 515 good deeds. Adding the 1,700 earned previously, each person received a total of 2,215 good deeds from this mission.

"Let's exchange the news for the next mission first." Jiang Zhiwei suggested. She would have to do a single mission to make up for this time, but the unused time could continue to be used for stability.

Jiang Zhiwei still had 80 good deeds left, which was just enough to join in, so the five of them asked for information on the next mission.

"The next mission is in a year and a half."

"Because there are already two people on location, the team strength gap is too big, the mission will be divided, and it is currently difficult to determine the strength of the remaining three before the next mission, so please check before starting."

"Mission background: Five hundred years after becoming a god, there will be no saints and hundreds of schools of thought will not prosper."

Five hundred years after becoming a god! Meng Qi's pupils shrank suddenly.

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