Great Dao Ji

Huhu~

The surging air slapped the void like waves, and there was a dead silence inside and outside Lanshan City.

Lin Baimei stood in the sky with a knife in his hand, looking at the scene in front of him, his heart was in chaos.

Dead

The enemy who had been entangled with him for many days, and could not gain the upper hand in several fights, and could not even force out his true means.

He died so easily in front of him.

The pervasive bloody smell made Lin Baimei look dazed for a moment, so that when he heard the voice from the city, he could not respond immediately.

"Lin Baimei from Pingbo Tower, meet you"

After a moment of daze, Lin Baimei just looked at the short-haired Taoist in the city, and his tone suddenly changed: "You, you are."

The Taoist looked ordinary at first glance. Under the gray clothes, his body was even a little thin, and his unrefined facial features lacked eyes.

No matter how he looked at it, it didn't seem like a master who could easily kill the enemy flying the sword.

While Lin Baimei was looking at An Qisheng, the latter was also looking at him.

This middle-aged man holding a knife had a strong and sturdy physique, a resolute face, and a heavy aura like a mountain. His cultivation was not inferior to the swordsman who died in his hands.

And his physique was far superior.

"Lin Baimei!" Gong Yangyan gritted his teeth when he saw the person coming.

Although he had guessed that the extermination of Hunyi Sect had nothing to do with Pingbo Tower, if the old sect master had not been seriously injured by this man, how could he be so easily exterminated by others.

He wanted to question, but An Qisheng waved his hand to stop him from talking, "looking at" Lin Baimei, and said lightly:

"Hunyi Sect, Hongxuan."

In his heart, there was a surge of information.

This person's name is Lin Baimei, the direct disciple of the current sect master of Pingbo Tower, who cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna magical power and condensed the Dragon Elephant Great Golden Pill.

The teacher of his previous life, the old master of Hunyi Sect, was once injured by him. His previous life went into the mountains to look for medicine because of this person.

"Hong Xuan."

Lin Baimei chewed on this name and had some impression in his mind.

This scene made An Qisheng shake his head in his heart.

The memory of practitioners has always been very good, and Lin Baimei must be the best among them. He had to think before recognizing the person in front of him, which naturally showed that he had never taken his previous life to heart before.

Zheng~

The long sword returned to the sheath.

Lin Baimei fell from the sky and first bowed to the old scholar surnamed Lin: "Old Lin, it's been a long time since we last met."

"You don't have to be polite, fellow Daoist Lin."

The old scholar surnamed Lin smiled slightly, glanced at An Qisheng, and then said: "I am Lin Wei, but fellow Daoist Hong Xuan is very well hidden."

After witnessing that magical power, how could he not know that he had made a mistake before?

And he was also suspicious, doubting the sky-high purple air that he had seen at the first glimpse.

"Hide?"

An Qisheng just shook his head, but he had no intention of explaining. He took out a purple gold ingot and threw it to Qiao Qier, who was leading a big flower donkey in a daze in the distance:

"Many houses in the city collapsed. Take this purple gold ingot and compensate them for me."

"Ah? Yes, yes."

Qiao Qier was immersed in great shock and couldn't extricate himself. He just woke up from his dream after hearing this, and hurriedly took the purple gold and left.

"Master."

Gong Yangyan's throat moved, and he turned to leave, but he was afraid that he couldn't hold back and ruined the master's business.

That Lin Baimei fell from the cloud, obviously he had something to say.

The master didn't make a move, obviously he also had something to say. Thinking of the sword cultivator, he also had a guess in his heart.

"Compensation."

Lin Baimei glanced at An Qisheng and didn't speak.

Lin Wei had a better impression of An Qisheng, and he stroked his beard: "Fellow Daoist Hong is thoughtful."

"You seem to have something to say, and I have something to talk to you about."

Glancing at Lin Baimei, who looked indifferent, An Qisheng waved his hand and walked towards the restaurant at the end of the street.

He used the power of the earth veins to attack, and even if he was reserved, it would cause a lot of unrest in Lanshan City.

Not to mention the outer city, there were also many collapsed houses in the inner city. Although Lin Wei helped to protect them, there was still some chaos.

In fact, when the three of them stopped here, the huge inner city was silent, and many people who were close to them hid in the corners and dared not make a sound.

Lin Baimei and the other person looked at each other, and followed without saying a word.

The chaos in Lanshan City did not last too long.

On the second day of the war, the disciples of Pingbo Tower had already arrived in a hurry. Before Lin Baimei left, they had already rebuilt the houses and streets destroyed by the aftermath.

However, most people were still in shock, and many wealthy people in the inner city had begun to sell their properties and prepare to move out of Lanshan City.

An Qisheng looked out the window of the tallest restaurant in Lanshui City. Lin Baimei broke through the air and left. He was invisible in a few moments.

"I heard that Lin Baimei had hurt my master. I thought you wanted to find bad luck with him. I was surprised to let him go like this."

Lin Wei, who had changed into a green shirt, held the wine glass in one hand and looked at An Qisheng with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"It is worthy of being the Confucian kingly way. It is different from what I have known before."

An Qisheng couldn't help shaking his head when he heard it.

This old Confucian had a good chat with Lin Baimei before, and it was too real to turn around and ask him why he didn't take action.

"My Confucianism has always been like this. How can it have changed? What you know is just some corrupt Confucian scholars."

Lin Wei frowned, but couldn't help asking back: "Back then, a disciple asked the Master what to do if he met an enemy. Guess what the Master said?"

An Qisheng poured himself a glass of wine: "I would like to hear the details."

"The Master said"

Lin Wei's expression became serious: "I will not share the world with you!"

"He is a man of character."

An Qisheng smiled dumbly.

His meaning is simple and clear, never live under the same sky with enemies!

The Confucian master who can say such words is also a man of strong character.

"Hong Daoyou haven't said why yet?"

Lin Wei drank a cup by himself, and slowly exhaled: "There are few people in Pingbo Tower that I can look down on."

"If I don't look for bad luck with him, naturally someone will look for bad luck with him."

An Qisheng put down the wine glass and pointed to the window.

On the eaves of the restaurant not far away, Gong Yangyan stared at the direction where Lin Baimei left, unwilling to look away for a long time.

Lin Wei glanced at the little old man squatting on the eaves of the restaurant, and couldn't help shaking his head: "Don't say that his time is coming, even if it's not, there is no possibility of looking for bad luck with Lin Baimei."

Lin Baimei is not a genius.

But this depends on who he is compared with.

Compared with the geniuses in Northwest Dao, Youzhou, and even the whole Great Zhou, he is of average talent. However, looking at the crowd, he is already the best among millions.

He has the possibility of "golden nine turns" and the soul leaving the body.

"The theory of fate can be believed but not completely believed. With faith, fate can also be changed. How do you know that Gongyang Yan has no possibility of defying fate?"

An Qisheng tapped the table lightly, and there was a "da da" sound: "If you don't believe it, you might as well bet on it."

"What to bet on?"

Lin Wei's eyes lit up, but he was interested: "Daoyou, what do you like, you might as well say it directly."

"Master's handwriting!"

Cold.

Dark.

And unimaginable, horrible pain that penetrates the soul!

"Ah!"

Wu Fei turned over and sat up in a suppressed pain, sweating all over his body, and every tiny part of his body was curling, spasming, and twitching.

The fear of death kept rolling in his heart, making him howl louder and louder.

In this cold, empty, and rarely visited underground palace, it was getting more and more terrifying.

After a long, long time.

The howling sound finally stopped.

Swish~

A ball of fire rose up, illuminating the dusty underground palace.

In the darkness, a thin figure in a wide cloak walked out slowly, his cold eyes swept through the shadows and fell on the center of the underground palace, in the center of a mottled altar:

"Have you howled enough?"

"Uh"

Wu Fei groaned in shock, and knelt on the altar with his still swaying body, with a trace of fear on his pale face:

"Master, Master. I have polluted your ears, and I deserve to die, I deserve to die"

"There is great fear between life and death, even if there is a way to die in place of death, it is inevitable to suffer . "

The cloaked man spoke calmly, without any emotion, as cold as stone: "How is the matter going?"

"Master."

Resisting the severe pain and fear, Wu Feijing lowered his head and said: "I used the names of Lin Baimei of Pingbo Tower, Li Qinghou of Qunxingmen, and Wang Tianfeng of Feiyu Pavilion to destroy dozens of small sects including Hunyimen and Hunyimen."

The severe pain spread in his soul, but Wu Feijing did not dare to neglect it and told everything he had done in the past few days.

The cloaked man interrupted him: "Long words, short!"

".Yes."

Wu Feijing's face tightened, and he paused before speaking: "My subordinates were cautious, and only used the magical powers of Qunxingmen before they died."

The cloaked man was silent for a moment.

Wu Feijing also stopped talking, resisting the pain, not daring to breathe.

"I have always been clear about rewards and punishments. You did a good job this time."

After a long silence, the cloaked man spoke again: "The sect will compensate for today's losses! The things that were used as substitutes can also be redeemed."

"Thank you for your grace, Sect Master."

Wu Feijing kowtowed to express his gratitude, but he felt relieved in his heart, and the severe pain seemed to have eased a lot.

"Wanfa Chaozong is about to arrive. I will go to the imperial capital soon. Before that, all matters concerning the Qunxing Gate, Pingbo Tower, and Tiangang Gate must be handled properly."

Under the cloak, there seemed to be a ghost fire burning: "Although the land of Youzhou is on the border, it is also very important to us."

Wu Feijing took a deep breath and rubbed his head to the ground: "I will definitely die for you!"

"Yes."

The cloaked man nodded and walked back into the shadows.

Wu Feijing was relieved and was about to stand up when he heard footsteps stop and a cold voice sounded again:

"Who killed you?"

"Yes, yes, Master."

Wu Feijing's eyes showed hatred and resentment: "It was the Taoist Hongxuan from the Hunyi Sect. I don't know what kind of adventure he had. Not only did he condense the elixir, but his magical powers were much stronger than Lin Baimei's!"

"Taoist Hongxuan?"

The cloaked man paused, as if thinking, or deducing something.

Wu Feijing looked up cautiously, only to see that there seemed to be magic fog rolling outside the cloak, and he was deeply awed.

After a while, he said to himself: "The dying man rose up in adversity. Interesting, interesting"

"Huh?! You dare to spy on me, you really are..."

The words stopped abruptly, and the cloaked man suddenly looked up. Under the cloak, a ghost fire flashed, and the underground palace made a shocking roar:

"What a courage!"

Good night.