The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Hey, isn't this the Northern Emperor..."

In a clear and peaceful world filled with fairy spirit, Wenchang Xingjun was writing freely and freely on the paper, with a faint glimmer of light on the bone penholder.

He still wears the mask with fair face and beautiful beard, and his white clothes exude an aura of purity.

The Emperor of the North Heaven is still wearing the purple dragon-coated dragon. The mask is only black and yellow. Yellow is the skin color, and Xuan is the eyebrows. Compared with other gods and gods, the mask seems simple, but there is a force that overwhelms the heavens. The majesty of the emperor.

He walked slowly, with the momentum of a leaping dragon and a tiger leaping between his steps. Unlike the Southern Emperor who was as loose as a sleeping lion, the Northern Emperor's movements were measured and he knew how to restrain himself by principles.

"You're a regular visitor."

Wenchang didn't look at him seriously, but continued to write on the rice paper.

"It's just that I had a rare guest here a few days ago..."

"Is the Southern Emperor here?" The Northern Emperor made some guesses and figured out what happened.

"So smart!" Wenchang praised disdainfully, which made the Beitian Emperor want to stamp Qianzhang Faxiang's fist on him.

"What's he doing here?"

"Play chess."

"Playing chess?"

The Emperor of Beitian was a little confused. Although he also manipulated power, he never used his scheming to be so elegant.

"Although he has nothing to do with you, he really wants to fight you to the death. How can such a person still have the heart to play chess with you?"

"He was worried that I would stop the sun, but I never wanted to do it myself."

Wenchang said lightly.

"Did he hold you back to plot against the Jiangzuo Zhang family? But the sun still lost after all. No one except you would have thought that Taiyin would go there, right?"

The Northern Emperor reviewed the whole incident and said silently.

"The Zhang family's matter has only been slowed down for a while. Today the Suns selected the Lantian Zhang family, and tomorrow they can select the Donggu Zhang family and Beihe Zhang family.

The process is different, but the result is the same. It's just a matter of waiting for him to recover from his injury. "

Wenchang Xingjun sighed.

"Besides, my purpose is not to stop him. I am not the one who should stop him."

The Emperor Beitian felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this, and said without any trace:

"It's just a pity that that family, which came from a scholarly family with farming and studying heritage, was brutally massacred."

While speaking, Emperor Beitian glanced at Lord Wenchang Xing, with complaints in his words.

"Isn't it rare for Nantian and others to do these things? Most of them just take it for granted. I didn't expect the emperor to be pretentious today. Could it be that... it has something to do with you... Taiyang Killer hit you in the face?" Wen Chang's words were playful.

Seeing that Lord Wenchangxing didn't answer his words, Emperor Beitian seemed to have been offended by something, so he quickly changed the subject and said to himself:

"Today's Heavenly Palace has changed. It's like scattered sand. The Taiyin lineage has disappeared. The Nantian lineage is acting more and more weirdly, stirring up trouble in Zhongtian, and doing things even worse than other evil cultivators.

The other two are keen on traveling around to find someone who is impossible to find at all. Wenchang, Wenchang, why do you think you are holding on so hard? "

Wenchang Su Jing's hands paused, and a trace of concentrated resentment flashed in his eyes.

"What the emperor is for, that's what I am for."

Emperor Beitian was speechless by Wenchang's harsh response, so he could only change his words.

"I never expected that for people like us who have seen the truth of Zhongtian Realm, there are still people who can worship those things crazily..."

"When two countries are at war, there are always those who seek glory. Besides, it's not certain whether they are human beings." Wenchang pretended to be mysterious, but the Emperor of Beitian didn't quite understand him, so he could only talk about the important matters of his visit this time.

——If you continue to talk to this magic stick in a useless way, I am afraid that you will be confused.

As an emperor, you must always listen to the opinions of your subordinates and act with an open mind.

Hmm...there doesn't seem to be anything wrong.

""Zhou Tian Shen Forbidden" was brought back by Xu Huaijin."

Wenchang Xingjun stopped writing, dried the calligraphy carefully, removed the paperweight, and put the scroll into the hands of the inkstone official. He was not in a hurry to return the news about the Beitian Emperor.

"The fake books of all things placed by the sun also caused the people of Penglai Xiandao and Taiyi Sect to suffer a lot."

Lord Wenchang Xing chuckled.

"That was just a casual move by Taiyang. He was unhappy with those righteous monks. The real culprit was the "Zhoutian Divine Forbidden".

"Didn't Yang Yang spread the rumor that there is a universal book in the secret place in the East China Sea? So what if I just sent two sets of it to you?"

"How can you be sure that those sub-vouchers will not fall into the hands of Daxiu?"

"Because they should never have fallen into the hands of Overhaul in the first place."

""Zhou Tian Shen Forbidden" concerns Chang'an School. How do you foil Taiyang's plan?"

"The Taiyin hurts the Taiyang, so he will never show up in this game of chess from beginning to end! This time, someone in Chang'an School wants to kill himself.

If you think about it carefully, it is difficult to say whether things like "Zhou Tian Shen Forbidden" that exist in legends have any effect, but it has caused almost all the people in Chang'an School to go to the hospital for emergency treatment. This is not deliberately done by the top management. What is the result of guidance? "

"Then...you don't care about Chang'an School?"

"Emperor, what do you think I do?"

Emperor Beitian frowned under his mask. This question stumped him. He didn't know what Wen Chang meant by saying this...

"In terms of talent, you are a rare counselor throughout the ages..."

"Wrong!" Wenchang Xingjun interrupted the Beitian Emperor's flattery.

"I am a fortune teller. What do fortune tellers believe in most? Of course it is fate! But now that I have fallen into this muddy water again, I have to go against this destiny. What a contradiction, and how distressing it is!"

"So, we have to let what is supposed to happen happen, and the variables that are supposed to come will come as promised."

"And Emperor, aren't you a vested interest?"

The Beitian Emperor suddenly raised his head, but under the subtle aura of the mask, Wenchang Xingjun's expression and emotions were well hidden.

"But am I really happy to get such a small profit?"

The Northern Emperor shook his head. He couldn't bear to hear such nagging. If he had believed in his destiny, he wouldn't be standing here wearing this mask today, secretly planning such things that ordinary people would consider arrogant and absurd.

"I don't know what kind of medicine you are selling in the gourd, but if the mountain really comes alive, the consequences will be disastrous."

"You won't survive!" Wenchang Xingjun waved his plain sleeves, as he was about to see off his guests...

"By the way! There's one more thing!" Wenchang Xingjun's voice came from a distance again.

"Bring me this pen and ink!"

Official Xiyan handed the scroll to the Beitian Emperor, and then the purple-robed emperor left without looking back.

He shrunk to an inch, turned into a purple rainbow, traveled far away from Zhongzhou, and disappeared again.

I feel angry.

Yes, I am a tool man...

Thanks to Mr. Tlangin for the tip!