Great Blue Night Watchman

Clang!

Accompanied by a sound of sword ringing!

Elder Seventeen's surroundings became a red spider lily!

Red spider lily interprets the laws of time and space, space expands infinitely, and time stands still here...

"Master Wu, spare my life, old man..." Elder Seventeen's voice was also a thousand turns in this space. Even though his mouth and ears were only three inches apart, at this moment, it seemed to be two worlds, and he couldn't hear his own voice at all.

Puff!

The red spider lily shattered, and a destructive force that seemed to not belong to this world turned into a wave, sweeping across the world, and the area where he was was completely annihilated.

It became a weird black hole in the sea of ​​Taoism.

In this area, everything was annihilated.

Including the spirit of the Purple Mansion.

The long river of time and space passed through the black hole of the Dao Sea, annihilated the Dao Sea, and reached the entrance of the Dao Sea. The eighty-one platforms at the entrance were washed by the long river and were lifeless. A mountaintop was washed by the long river of time and space, and the mountaintop disappeared out of thin air, and the bodies of thousands of Dao Sect disciples inside were gone.

All the elders of the Dao Sect came out of the mountain together, all of them were terrified.

The long river of time and space in front of them floated away, broke into the void, and disappeared into thin air.

The leader of the Dao Sect stood blankly on the leader's peak, looking very dignified, and his back was completely wet.

Just now, for a moment, he felt that the Dao Sect, which had been passed down for thousands of years, was about to be destroyed, but the long river of time and space went into the void, and did not actually wash the Dao Sect with blood - washing a mountaintop with blood was of course negligible to him.

Surviving a disaster, it turns out to be like this, very fortunate, very scared...

Chi!

The great elder fell from the sky, his face pale, and landed in front of him: "Old Seventeen has been destroyed, it's really... him!"

If Old Seventeen hadn't died, there might still be people in this long river of time and space who suspected that it was a trick, but Elder Seventeen was the real thing, could Lin Su kill him?

The only one who could kill Elder Seventeen in one move was Wu!

He really came out.

The swords that had been hanging over the heads of the major immortal sects and the major supreme things for thousands of years finally fell.

Dao Zong was very unfortunate, and was the first to run into him.

But Dao Zong was also very lucky, Wu did not destroy Dao Zong, but left directly.

Countless elders came from all directions, first shocked, then afraid, and then, the second elder's words completely changed the wind direction.

What did this old man say?

He said: Wu went out of the rivers and lakes, and he had obviously arrived at my Dao Zong, but he just went out through the sect, what does this mean? It means that my Dao Zong is not the target of his revenge! My Dao Zong is safe!

When he said this, the old man's beard was flying, and he almost laughed out loud.

When the other elders heard this, they all activated an element called relief in their hearts.

Yes, we have to look at the problem in two ways.

Wu could have attacked Dao Zong, but he didn't even raise his hand, which means that his target of revenge is not Dao Zong. Today, he ran into him face to face, but he didn't attack. Will he have any reason to attack in the future?

The biggest crisis in the world, Dao Zong has been solved.

My God, this is great joy.

"Master, this is worth a drink!" The beard of the elder was almost flying.

The master's extremely serious face finally showed a smile.

All the elders were happy as if it was the New Year, but there was only one elder whose face changed. That was the seventy-third elder, and the seventeenth elder was his brother.

This elder had a lot of bags in his belly, but he was in a relatively low position in the circle of top elders, so he didn't dare to say it out loud. He wanted to say, my brother just died, you are so happy as if it was the New Year, is it really good?

The news spread all over the world at the speed of light, and everyone who heard it was terrified.

Wu, who is the real target?

Those top masters compared their words and deeds that day, and felt a chill on their backs...

No one thought that Lin Su's first step on the road to seal the sky was a trick.

If this trick is defined with a derogatory word, it can probably be called a fox borrowing the power of a tiger.

It is impossible for a tiger to appear under this heavenly way.

However, people outside don't know.

Wu has occasionally shown his presence in various places over the years, which has led people's judgments astray little by little. Some people have seen the long river of time and space flowing through a secret realm with their own eyes, and some people have seen the thrilling figure in the half-empty palace of the long river with their own eyes.

How could they think that this was just Wu "observing" the world?

Therefore, Lin Su used the long river of time and space in his body to interpret a half-empty palace, and used a drop of water to interpret another Wu, and immediately set off the strongest wave in the world.

These are plays, and plays must be done in full.

Lin Su's cultivation has broken through Wanxiang, and his swordsmanship can already perform the eleventh sword of Dugu.

The sword "This Heart Is at Peace" combines five laws of heaven. How terrifying is its power?

In addition, the seventeenth elder had no intention of fighting at all. He was trapped in the long river of time and space, and his whole body cultivation was impacted. His real combat power was only half at most, so he was killed on the spot by Lin Su's sword.

This sword really solidified everyone's cognition.

The person sitting in the Banxu Palace can only be the real nothing!

It is definitely impossible that Lin Su is playing a trick!

This is the effect Lin Su wants.

Time is too tight, and he still has a long way to go. He needs a situation of chaos in the world, and he needs those supreme images to be afraid of him.

Therefore, he wants to introduce the concept of "nothingness" to endorse his disruption of the world.

In the way of war, everything can be a soldier.

Water and fire can be a soldier, the weather can be a soldier, the situation can be a soldier, and the crisis can be a soldier...

What about the peerless figures thousands of years ago?

Excuse me, I'll use you too!

You, old man, can't get out of the "gray land" and can't help me, so I'll use your reputation. You are also a "soldier" in my hand!

Lin Su came out of the Sealed Heaven Road and was the first to meet, which caused a huge wave.

The next moment, he took a step forward.

This step is really something that even the Supreme Elephant may not be able to keep up with.

The top of a high mountain.

Lin Su stood quietly on the top of the mountain.

The long river of time and space had long disappeared, and he had long been out of sight of all the powerful.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a piece of news came, and Lin Su was shocked. As soon as he entered the Sealed Heaven Road, one year and four months later, such a shocking thing happened...

The Purple Qi Wen Dynasty troops came out of Muyang Mountain, Xihe was completely occupied, the second prince rebelled, the Xihe tribes gathered under his banner, Donghe failed to defend, and the natural barrier of Nenjiang was in danger...

The Second God Supreme reappeared in the world three thousand years ago, and it turned out to be him, Luo Wuxin!

This news shocked Lin Su's heart. Although he never looked down on Luo Wuxin, he never really took him seriously. Who would have thought that the source of this person who he felt was full of stories when he first met him on the Yangtze River was so long? He also never thought that the opponent who was repeatedly frustrated by him and whom he actually did not take seriously was actually just a semi-finished product.

He did not care about the semi-finished Luo Wuxin, because he was not afraid of anyone just by wisdom, and Lin Su crushed Luo Wuxin at every stage by other means.

But Luo Wuxin, who became the supreme demigod, was extraordinary.

Because he had the strength to flip the chessboard before Lin Su - just like when Lin Su flipped the chessboard in Baige.

Once the chessboard is flipped, I will make the rules! All the schemes are vulnerable when they meet absolute power!

Does Luo Wuxin, no, does Li Wuxin have absolute power?

At this stage, it really is!

Three thousand years ago, he could kill the leader of the Qinglian Sect by himself. Who is the leader of the Qinglian Sect? Zhixiang!

And what about him now?

He has made up for the shortcomings of three thousand years ago!

Such a person, no one in the world dares to despise!

Haha, it is true that a day in the mountains is a thousand years in the world!

Lin Su exhaled lightly, that's good! Luo Wuxin, if you don't upgrade, I will abuse you like killing a chicken, and there will be no pleasure. Now that you have become the sub-god supreme, you can just become my opponent of enough weight!

There is no need to rush at this stage, because what Li Wuxin is doing at this moment is in line with Lin Su's strategic direction.

Whether it is Wujianmen or Qinglian Sect, they are all people who should be killed by Lin Su, so let you fight each other first.

As for the later period, Lin Su has a clear understanding of Li Wuxin, and they will eventually be opponents!

As for the opponents on the chessboard, wait and see!

Then let's play a game with this fairyland world as the board!

He moved up and broke through the air in one step.

By the time he landed, he was already in the heart of the Western Region Ling Dynasty.

In front of him was a long lake covered with mist and rain, a city, and behind the city, rain and fog were flying, and there was a valley of thousands of miles.

This lake was called Linghu.

This valley was called Linggu.

This city was... not called Lingcheng, but Fanhua.

There is a poem that says: Thousands of miles of Linghu and ten thousand miles of valley, three parts of wind and rain move Lingchao.

What does it mean?

It describes the importance of this place.

Thousands of miles of Linghu and ten thousand miles of Linggu are an important place in the entire Western Region Ling Dynasty.

There are many spirits in the Western Region Ling Dynasty.

What is a spirit?

Actually, it is a monster!

It is said that people in the world are the elders, and monsters in the forest are spirits.

It is not accurate to define monsters as spiritual creatures in the forest. There are more monsters in the world than monsters in the forest. There are monsters in the water, monsters on the land, monsters flying in the sky, and of course there are more monsters in the forest.

The monster race is marginalized in the human world.

But in the Western Region Ling Dynasty, the proportion of monsters is quite high.

Therefore, all the monsters in the world regard the Western Region Ling Dynasty as their hometown.

Although the king is a human and most of the ministers are also human, because there are too many monsters, a considerable proportion of them have entered the court as officials. Monsters have a characteristic of being good at imitating. Over time, they have also learned the management models, aesthetics, values, and worldviews of the human world.

Especially this Flower City, which is famous for its poetic and picturesque beauty. When human students come here, they often sigh that "the saints and sages of human nature are gone, but the flowers are still there and the ancient style remains."

This is a bit ironic.

The way of saints and sages, the ancient style and appearance are slowly being updated and replaced by new values ​​in the human world, resulting in the change of people's hearts.

In the land of the monsters, the original setting of the way of saints and sages is still maintained.

Lin Su walked into the flowers in a white shirt, smelling the fragrance in the restaurant, listening to the pedestrians on the street, occasionally hearing a few poems, seeing the poems in front of the restaurant like offering treasures, listening to the sound of reading in the wind, he was deeply moved. No wonder the demons can achieve success in the Western Regions of the Spirit Dynasty, they all started to study!

And there are also imperial examinations!

Yes, you heard it right, the children of the demons can also sit in the imperial examination hall, shaking their heads and answering questions.

This...

Forget it, if you are entangled with this, then don't enter the Western Regions of the Spirit Dynasty.

Lin Su found a restaurant at random, threw a few Yuanshi into the hands of the waiter, and he was arranged to sit by the window in the hall.

Soon, all kinds of unheard-of dishes were served on the table.

A pot of wine was also served on the table.

Lin Su picked up the chopsticks and tasted it as well. It was really good.

After taking a sip of the wine, it tasted quite good.

It must be admitted that once the demons learn how to eat, it is really easy to operate. After all, the human race earns its food through sweat. They are at home in the sky, underground, water, and forests. Therefore, the demons always have rich dishes on their territory.

Of course, the main purpose of entering a restaurant is not to drink.

Lin Su's habit is: if the situation is unclear, go to the restaurant.

There will always be guests chatting in the restaurant. Although these chats are not elegant and cannot involve the most secretive aspects, there is an advantage, that is, these news will be very real, very close to reality, and always the most timely.

Sure enough, as soon as he sat down, he heard the news he wanted to hear from the guests from all directions.

Dao Zong began to form alliances.

Why did he form alliances?

The guests could not explain clearly, but Lin Su himself knew it.

Because Dao Zong felt the pressure.

The method to crack the "Immortal Scripture" that Lin Su gave them that day was an open conspiracy.

Dao Zong must take action against the evil phoenix clan.

Once he did it, Dao Hai received frequent good news.

However, just like the other side of this conspiracy, Dao Zong's periphery also suffered tremendous pressure.

How many people in the world practice the "Immortal Sutra"?

Who doesn't want to eliminate him, the "Sword Holder" - the so-called sword holder is literally the sword that Dao Zong holds in his hand that can really kill the practitioners of the "Immortal Sutra".

So, Dao Zong also began to contact various circles in order to protect himself.

Even in the hinterland of the Western Region Ling Dynasty, Dao Zong came and made extensive connections in the Western Region Ling Dynasty.

Even in Fanhua City and Qianling Valley behind them, they also aim to make connections. Zhou Huaisu, the saint of Dao Zong, came to Dao Zong seven days ago and met local celebrities in the restaurant every day. His fundamental purpose was to form an alliance with Qianling Valley.

Qianling Valley, the birthplace of the demon clan.

The birthplace of the Western Region Ling Dynasty.

How many places in the world are called Qianling or even Wanling? However, only this valley is authentic, because there are really thousands of monster species in it. It is the real cradle of monsters. Therefore, there is a consensus in the world that whoever gets Qianling Valley will get the Western Region Spirit Dynasty.

How can I let you get such a place?

If you get Qianling Valley, what will happen to my cheap wife?

Yes, there is a long-standing relationship chain, and the end is here.

The peach tree on the West Mountain that day.

The peach monster that Haining lived with for three years that day.

The peach saint who stood up to protect Haining when the black bone demons were raging in the world that day.

The peach blossom wife who swept across the four thousand miles of the southwest Demon Realm that day and made some unreasonable requests to Lin before her death, and finally rubbed against him, is here.

This is what Zhou Tianjing told him.

In the past, Lin Su did not dare to come to her.

It was not convenient to come to her.

In fact, looking for her, except for rubbing, rubbing, and rubbing again, probably did not have much substantive effect.

But today, he came.

Because this is also a point in his chessboard layout.

Lin Su stood up, went out, and walked along the spring breeze by the Linghu Lake, in the misty drizzle of February, holding an oilcloth umbrella, and walked towards a teahouse.

The teahouse is very elegant, and it can even be said to be the most elegant place in the poetic and picturesque Fanhua City, which is thousands of miles away from the Linghu Lake. Above the teahouse, there are two big characters: Qionglou.

Outside the Qionglou, there are two lines of poetry engraved: "Everyone says that the flowers should be like brocade, and a Qionglou moisturizes the past and the present."

The legend of the Qionglou cannot be told in three days and three nights.

Because it is the oldest root of Fanhua City, I don’t know how many years ago, the thirteen ancestors of the demon race and the human world discussed here, opening the history of the establishment of the Western Region Ling Dynasty.

From then on, it was a famous building in the world.

Afterwards, countless major events took place here.

Countless literary and artistic poems were born here.

Almost every day, there are literary gatherings here.

Today is no exception.

On the top floor, under the dome, the gentle breeze and drizzle are separated by the curtains, and the lake and the sky are in the misty rain. Dozens of talented scholars are here to write and write.

A soft ding-dong sound came from the air.

This is the unique diabolo of Lingchao.

A percussion instrument that has the magic of hitting the heart directly.

Of course, the sound of the diabolo at this moment is extremely soft, as if it is only to bring the misty rain, and never dare to disturb the students' poetic feelings.

The end of the writing and splashing.

The most exciting poetry recitation session begins.

The students sit upright.

A young scholar at the top gently opens the folding fan in his hand, with an endless and romantic mood.

It seems that he is the leader of the literati.

In fact, the answer is very unexpected. He is not a literati at all, at least, not a literati in the orthodox sense.

He is Zhou Huaisu, the holy son of Dao Zong.

Zhou Huaisu, his father is Zhou Tianhe, the current leader of Dao Zong, the symbol of opening the sky window.

My mother was also a legend in the martial arts world, but what was widely spread in the world was not her cultivation, but her literary accomplishments. Yes, this woman was the most talented woman in the Western Region Ling Dynasty at that time. She was not a chivalrous woman, but a talented woman.

Zhou Tianhe had a lot of wives and gave birth to a long list of children. The oldest was over a thousand years old, and the youngest was Zhou Huaisu, who was only over thirty years old.

Among the large number of children with a long span and different bloodlines, Zhou Huaisu was a special case, because he did not inherit much of his father's cultivation talent, but inherited much more of his mother's literary accomplishments.

Although the Dao Sect is an authentic cultivation sect, it attaches more importance to cultivation.

However, things are precious because they are rare.

Zhou Huaisu likes literature and Taoism, and his attainments in literature and Taoism are quite extraordinary. Gradually, he stands out from many brothers and sisters. As Dao Zong starts to expand, Dao Zong also fully realizes the role of literature and Taoism.

Zhou Huaisu travels the world with literature and Taoism, making friends with all kinds of literary and Taoism geniuses, with princes of all dynasties, and with all kinds of great Confucian scholars. It seems that he has opened another door that is not easy to open for practicing Xianzong.

Such seeds must be reused.

So, he became the holy son of Dao Zong.

This can also be regarded as opening up a new path...

"The drizzle in Linghu is a touch of spring, and the flying flowers are as light as dreams..." As a poem is chanted, a silver light hovers in the sky and falls on the manuscript.

There is a burst of cheers in the teahouse.

A scholar clasped his hands and thanked the people around him.

Zhou Huaisu also smiled: "Brother Li, you are a good poet!"

The scholar surnamed Li hurriedly thanked him: "How dare I accept it? Brother Zhou's poetic talent is famous in the Purple Capital even in the Purple Qi Wen Dynasty. I am just throwing a brick to attract jade."

Zhou Huaisu waved the fan in his hand again.

Yes, in terms of poetic talent alone, Zhou Huaisu really believes that he is no worse than anyone else.

Next, there is another one...

"The flowers in the forest are just blooming, and a piece of fragrance rises from Yuenan..."

As usual, the whole building applauded, but the sky was drizzling, and the way of heaven did not seem to applaud. The owner of the poem had a red and blue face and responded awkwardly.

"The lake now collects the moonlight, where is the cuckoo crying all night..."

A touch of white light, just to express my heart.

The whole building moved again.

Seven or eight poems in a row, nothing special.

The cheers of the crowd gradually became awkward.

Suddenly, a poem came out of nowhere...

"Looking east from Lingshan Mountain, the sky is hazy with rain, standing alone on the first peak of Wuzhou..."

As soon as the poem came out, golden light shone in the misty rain, as if there was a majestic aura that swept away the misty rain in the building.

"Golden light poem! Good!" The whole building cheered.

The people below were all startled.

An oil-paper umbrella came in the rain along the bluestone alley and stopped in front of the building. Lin Su under the umbrella looked at the horizon. In the golden light of the horizon, there was a high peak, like a mirage.

A man stood up beside Zhou Huaisu to thank him.

He was one of the initiators of this poetry meeting, the fourth son of the local prominent family Li family, who practiced in Kongmeng Mountain in Wuzhou, and was also a talent who attached equal importance to practice and poetry.

Good poems seem to have a driving effect, and the second golden poem came into being...

"The boat travels thousands of miles with raindrops slanting, and the road is home for ten years of wandering..."

In the golden light, rain and fog are flying, and a boat travels on the lake, interpreting the sad mood of the road being home.

The raindrops seem to be three times denser, and the dome seems to be full of parting hatred and love.

Lin Su walks towards the teahouse...

On the third floor of the dome, in a room, a woman with a green warbler feather in her hair sits in front of the window sill. The main character of her body is "tender". Yes, her skin is so tender that it seems to be fragile, and her eyes are so bright that it seems that a trace of rain and fog can penetrate her eyeballs. Even her hair is a kind of tender blue, which seems to be completely destroyed by a touch of mixed colors.

If such an image is placed in a busy city, I am afraid that all perverts will have the urge to take a bite.

Next to her is a person who looks like a maid, and she is a contrast.

The young lady is very tender and fierce, and she is very explosive when she opens her mouth...

"Miss, the level of today's poetry gathering is really high, don't you think?"

"Is it high?" The young lady glanced at her, her voice was also very tender, as if a little noise could destroy this smoothness.

"Miss Jin Guangshiye, when has our Linggu ever had such literary attainments?" The girl was dissatisfied.

The young lady smiled slightly, like a shy crabapple flower blooming shyly: "You know shit!"

If there were others present, they would not believe their ears.

This young lady, every inch of her is unexpectedly delicate and incomparably gentle, but it is this extremely gentle and delicate mouth that spits out four vulgar words: You know shit!

The maid didn't care at all: "Miss, you have to stick to the facts. You can't curse, especially not with dirty words. Madam said that I should keep an eye on your mouth and not let you curse. Otherwise, it will be easy for others to see your true nature."

"Get lost! What's wrong with my true nature? I'm not worthy of being seen, right?! And this is just a matter of fact!" The lady glanced at her, her eyes still gentle: "Do you really think this is a normal poetry meeting? This is a play performed by the Holy Son of Dao Zong! Those literati, every one of them, are here to help him act, and their real purpose is only one thing, to highlight how brilliant his own literature is."

"Act?" The maid was stunned. (End of this chapter)