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Since coming into contact with many Nascent Soul monks, Lin Zijun has also gained some own understanding of Tao.

The so-called, cultivating immortality, cultivating truth, cultivating Taoism.

There seems to be no difference, but in fact they are three completely different paths.

Immortal cultivators aim to become immortals and rank among the immortals. Immortality is a lifelong pursuit.

Most monks are like this.

Cultivators, with the orientation of pursuing the truth and clearly understanding the principles of heaven and earth, are diligent and enterprising, and work tirelessly in one field. Such people are relatively rare.

For example, Yueying is obsessed with alchemy.

A Taoist, as the name suggests, seeks to comprehend the Great Dao, condense the Taoist mind, and perfect the Taoist thoughts for his or her life.

The ancients said that if you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.

This type of person is the purest and also the most difficult path.

Because both cultivating immortals and cultivating the truth depends on aptitude, but only cultivating the Tao depends on understanding.

Without understanding, no matter how talented you are, it will be difficult to understand what you want, and you may be wasting your time throughout your life.

The most representative figure is Daoyizong Saintess, Yaoguang.

This woman's Taoist heart is the clearest Lin Zijun has ever seen, like a deep pool, calm and waveless.

At this moment, I saw Nangong Feiyan's actions in awakening these low-level monks, and I saw He Laoer's step-by-step mental journey from cowardice to resistance.

Lin Zijun seems to have realized something.

The Tao may not be illusory and lofty.

Perhaps it also exists in the darkness and mud, in that moment when the brilliance of humanity shines.

Unconsciously, a seed took root and sprouted in his heart.

If Yaoguang were here, he would definitely be surprised that this man who was addicted to the world of mortals and a gentle country had actually realized the "Tao".

Returning to the square, the skinny young man held a sword in both hands and rushed towards the Iron Blood Hall disciple, about to chop him down on the head.

A trace of panic flashed in the disciple's eyes, and he was ready to fight back.

In an instant, a strong murderous aura enveloped him, making him unable to move at all.

The expressions of the other disciples changed and they started to move one after another.

Nangong Feiyan turned around, and the pressure of Gold Core's Great Perfection came over like a wave, suppressing all the disciples to death.

"He Laoer, how dare you!"

The disciple couldn't move and could only shout angrily in an attempt to scare the skinny young man.

But at this moment, his eyes were red, blood was rushing to his head, and there was no fear in his heart. He only had one thought, and that was revenge.

puff!

A sword hit the man's head hard, causing blood to flow freely.

Although the sword was sharp, the skinny young man only used brute force, and he didn't have much strength himself. As a result, the blade of the sword was embedded in the bone without splitting it in two.

"ah!"

A shrill scream echoed through the square.

He Laoer let go of his hands in fear and took a few steps back. His face was pale and bloodless.

"Well done, kill him!"

"Brother He, you did a good job, don't be afraid, jump and kill him.

"Kill him and cut him into pieces!"

Excited roars resounded all around, and the skinny young man felt that the blood all over his body was boiling. He mustered up his courage again, rushed forward, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and pulled the long sword out of the man's head.

Immediately afterwards, he stabbed the man's shoulder with his sword, and with a pop, blood spurted out.

When a person who unshackles and walks out of the prison dares to take up arms to resist for the first time, it is destined that he will never let go again.

One sword after another.

He Laoer's eyes were red and his face was covered with blood. He stabbed faster and faster, poking out bloody holes in the disciple's body.

boom!

The man fell to the ground. He was so weak that he couldn't even scream. He was like a fish thrown to the shore, twitching from time to time.

But this did not stop He Laoer, but instead increased his confidence.

It turns out that evil people can also be defeated.

They are not as scary as they imagined.

The skinny young man swung his long sword, chopped off all the limbs of this man, and cut open his heart and soul. He vented his hatred with one sword strike after another.

By the end, no body could be seen on the ground, and the scene was shocking and disgusting.

He Laoer took revenge, finally took a long breath, knelt on the ground and looked up to the sky and shed tears.

There was dead silence in the whole place, and the streets were filled with densely packed people, witnessing this extreme execution.

Subsequently, the sleeping consciousness in the hearts of those people was gradually awakened, and each of them looked up at the Iron Blood Gang disciples in the square, with no fear in their eyes.

"Kill them, revenge for revenge, revenge for injustice [!"

"kill!"

Someone shouted in the crowd, and countless people rushed forward, flooding the square like a raging tide.

Gong Feiyan jumped lightly and reached the high building beside the square, where thousands of disciples were overwhelmed by the crowd.

The monks at the bottom have no swords or Spirit Weapons, so they use their fists, legs, feet, teeth, and all available parts to vent the accumulated hatred in their hearts.

The scene was tragic and beyond description.

That night, the rich smell of blood permeated the whole city. At dawn, when the first ray of light from the east shone here, all that was left was a piece of flesh mixed with blood.

Tens of thousands of people fell exhausted on the street, and people from further away came one after another, stepping on the square and spitting on the leaves.

Lin Zijun jumped to Nangong Feiyan's side and couldn't help but say when he saw the woman's eyes filled with joy and relief.

"Aren't you worried that doing this will offend Jiulongshan?"

Nangong Feiyan took a long breath and looked up at the dawn in the east.

"I grew up here. My parents' disciples were all massacred by Jiulong Mountain. In my life, I only have one thought of revenge. If I am afraid of them, why bother to stay here."

Lin Zijun nodded secretly in his heart.

This woman is determined and can be used as her own.

"Aren't you afraid that if I leave, everyone here will be implicated by you, and your end may be even worse than theirs.

Nangong Feiyan was slightly startled.

She really hadn't thought about this problem.

Lin Zijun had inquired about the situation in Jiulong Mountain before. She thought that this person should have a grudge against Jiulong Mountain, otherwise he would not have come here to destroy the Iron Blood Gang.

"Senior, are you kidding me?"

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Lin Zijun said in a serious tone.

Nangong Feiyan's heart thumped, and her face suddenly became ugly.

If this senior leaves and any Nascent Soul monk comes to Jiulong Mountain, all of them will die.

A trace of determination flashed in Nangong Feiyan's eyes, and she knelt on one knee in front of Lin Zijun.

"Senior, your great kindness will be remembered in my heart for the rest of my life. It will be useful to Feiyan in the future. I will go up the mountain of knives and the sea of ​​fire, and I will never regret it."

Lin Zijun raised a smile on his lips and said calmly.

"I've heard of the reputation of Hero Feiyan, otherwise I wouldn't have rescued you. It's just that... people are separated from each other, and some words are easy to say but difficult to do."

Nangong Feiyan's face turned pale and she gritted her silver teeth and said.

"The younger generation is willing to make a blood oath. From now on, I will only obey the orders of my seniors without any second thoughts."

"Oh? Any order is fine?"

Lin Zijun asked in a playful tone, looking at Nangong Feiyan's slender body hidden under the black clothes without any scruples.

Nangong Feiyan heard the deep meaning, her face turned red, she lowered her head and remained silent.

Then, she decisively bit the tip of her tongue, spit out a mouthful of blood, and swore an oath.

Lin Zijun laughed and helped her up.

When he touched Nangong Feiyan's arm, he clearly felt that the woman was extremely nervous and her face became more and more rosy.

`Don't worry, I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. Go ahead and gather the monks in the city and restore order as soon as possible. I will take you to Jiulong Mountain for revenge. "

Nangong Feiyan's breath was stagnant.

revenge?

This senior really wants to go to Jiulong Mountain, but can he defeat the nine leaders?

Although Nangong Feiyan wanted to take revenge, she had to have this suspicion.

After all, the power of Jiulong Mountain has been accumulated in the chaotic land of the Three Kingdoms for hundreds of years.

Three days later, Tiehe City and the towns hundreds of miles upstream and downstream of the Nanzhang River were firmly controlled by Nangong Feiyan.

All the Tagged Blood Gang disciples who were outside were completely purged by her.

She selected a group of prestigious and powerful monks from the lower-level monks to serve as managers.

Killed another group of gangsters who usually had a bad reputation.

With a combination of grace and kindness, stick and carrot, the area was soon restored to normal order.

She also appointed the skinny young man nicknamed He Laoer as a supervisor to keep an eye on those managers. Anyone who dared to bully civilians privately could report to her.

It has to be said that the eunuch Feiyan has great potential to become an official.

Lin Zijun was quite impressed by how quickly the matter was handled.

Of course, the main reason why she was able to do so smoothly was that she destroyed the Iron-Blooded Gang this time and won the hearts and minds of all the low-level monks.

Her reputation has reached an all-time high, and wherever she goes, people praise her as Hero Feiyan.

Two days later, when the place had completely settled down, Lin Zijun and Nangong Feiyan took advantage of the night to quietly leave the city and fly south.

The two of them sat on the back of the golden-winged tiger, one behind the other. Nangong Feiyan looked at the broad back in front of her, and her heart felt like the turbulent river below, and she was so excited that it was hard to suppress.

"Senior, I dare to ask, do you also have a grudge against Jiulong Mountain?"

"No grudge."

Lin Zijun replied calmly.

Nangong Feiyan was stunned for a moment. Why would he want to destroy Jiulong Mountain if he had no hatred? Is it possible...

A blush appeared on her cheeks, and her heart beat a little faster unconsciously.

The sky gradually became brighter, and we headed south for three thousand miles.

Lin Zijun saw from a distance that nine towering peaks were staggered on the distant land, and a wide river stretched out like a ribbon, winding through the nine peaks.

"Okay, just wait here, I'll be back as soon as I can."

Lin Zijun jumped up and turned into a rainbow light, heading straight for Jiulong Mountain.

There was a hint of worry in Nangong Feiyan's eyes. Before she could stand up and speak, the figure was no longer visible.

A distance of more than ten miles passed by in the blink of an eye.

Lin Zijun used his most powerful and domineering attitude and slammed into the highest mountain of Jiulong Mountain.

For a moment, the nine peaks shook, and the faces of countless monks changed drastically. They felt as if the sky was about to collapse.

Immediately afterwards, a loud shout like thunder resounded for hundreds of miles.

"All the nine reptiles in Nine Insect Mountain, get out of the hospital for Grandpa Sun!"