Chapter 22 Daomen River Map
The little person is as big as a baby's hand.
The skin is transparent, like a crystal doll, and the meridians and organs inside can be vaguely seen.
The golden spirit liquid flows in the blood vessels, and it is obvious that it contains infinite life force. And those meridians are like carefully carved silver rivers, shining with light.
At this moment, the hosta that Jiang Shouzhong had put into the secret compartment of the closet suddenly made a buzzing sword sound.
The hosta slipped out from the crack of the cabinet and pointed directly at the crystal figurine.
The crystal villain was startled, then put his hands on his hips and stared at the hosta proudly, as if he had something to rely on.
Not at all like the first time he crawled out of the book, when he was intimidated and frightened by the other party.
Seeing that Jade Hosta's murderous intent was not diminished, the crystal villain shrank back again and pointed timidly at the sleeping Jiang Shouzhong.
The two sides are confronting each other.
Finally, the hosta flew around the little man and floated to the center of Jiang Shouzhong's eyebrows.
After hovering for a moment, he seemed to think that the villain would not hurt him, so he returned to the secret compartment of the closet.
Lie quietly together with the divorce letter.
The crystal villain seemed to be relieved, closed his eyes, spun and jumped, like a ballerina, and jumped onto Jiang Shouzhong's chest.
Then it turned into a stream of light and penetrated into the man's ancestral orifice.
...
Outside the capital, in the cold wind, a middle-aged Confucian scholar carrying a baggage was walking slowly on a winding path.
The Confucian scholar is of medium build, slightly thin, with a slightly dark face and a few unruly moustache. A green shirt swayed gently in the wind, highlighting his calm and elegant temperament.
Suddenly, he stopped.
The middle-aged man frowned slightly and took out a book from the bag.
I saw the old book buzzing and trembling, and it made a subtle sound of swords, as if it had sensed something.
"The Yin Talisman of the Tianyuan River Atlas has found its owner?"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar was a little surprised and squinted at the location of the capital, "Dead people, dead people, two qi and five elements. It's nothingness...it's really weird. He actually used his death energy to summon the Yin Talisman."
He looked down at the lower part of the "Tian Yuan River Atlas" that was about to break away and said with a smile: "Mo. Urgent, now that the book has been recognized, I won't take it away from you. I will take you to find your good partner. I will send you thousands of miles away and enjoy the beauty of adulthood."
The man sighed, "Buddhist "Guan Wuliang". The Miao Dharma Sutra has appeared, and the Taoist Hetu has also recognized its master. Only the Yin Yang family's strange book is left. Is the age of great conflict coming?"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar carried his baggage and was about to move forward when his body suddenly stagnated and he looked up at a tall figure standing on a tall tree branch in front of him.
The visitor is also a middle-aged man.
Standing tall and straight, with broad shoulders and broad chest, he looked mighty and majestic wearing a silver-edged brocade shirt.
Holding a silver gun.
The bloody evil aura of the battlefield exuded from his body made the surrounding air heavy.
This small world is full of killing energy.
"Mr. Yan, I found out that you have half of the Daomen River Map on your body. Can you give it to me? I am willing to use the 'Golden Armor Puppet' in exchange."
Man with a gun He said straight to the point.
The middle-aged man called Mr. Yan smiled and said:
“I heard that you, the military sage, has accepted the prince as a disciple. I am very happy and congratulated. Come to think of it, I want this half. The map of Bu Dao Men He is probably going to be given to the prince.”
Military strategists are divided into four factions.
Military strategy, military situation, military yin and yang and military skills. The man who suddenly appeared in front of him was the representative of the Bing Yin Yang faction, named Yu Wen Lie.
It is already a holy state.
Bing Yin Yang pays attention to "the right time and place" and is good at using geographical conditions, weather changes and other factors to lay out strategies, aiming to ensure that one's own side is in an invincible position.
At the same time, "fake ghosts and gods are used as assistance", and under the control of the framework of Yin Yang and Five Elements, a variety of magic techniques are applied in military theory and practice.
In today's era that pays attention to spiritual practice, Bing Yin and Yang is undoubtedly the leader of military strategists.
The military sage named Yu Wenlie said calmly:
"In the age of great strife, military strategists are respected! His Royal Highness the Prince has received the fortune of Haotian and has the blood of Qianlong, so he accepts him as his disciple. It’s about following the will of heaven. Besides, the Confucian sage also gave him the secret to cultivating his heart.”
Mr. Yan said with a smile: “But how did I hear that the prince’s Haotian divine luck and hidden dragon veins are. Which prisoner from Qintian Prison stole it from someone else?
Since the prince regards Confucianism as the foundation for cultivating one's mind and virtue, he must know that cultivating one's character should take establishing virtue as the first priority. It's not my property, even if I don't take any of it. Aren't you afraid that the prince's spiritual state of mind will be damaged? "
Yu Wenlie smiled heartily, "I don't care about Confucianism, but for me as a military strategist, the process is not important, what is important is the result. On the battlefield, whether it is conspiracy and calculation, strength or weakness, or luck, if you lose, you lose, and if you win, you win.
You, Mr. Yan, turned from Confucianism to a military strategist back then, and you understand the meaning of the four words "a successful king loses a bandit" better than I do.
Whether the prince's divine luck was stolen or robbed, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that now it is with the prince, and that is enough. "
Mr. Yan nodded slightly, "That makes sense. ”
Yu Wenlie asked: "So Mr. Yan, do you want to change or not?"
Mr. Yan raised his chin slightly, the cold wind blew away some of the frosty white hair on his temples, his eyes were clear, and he said with a smile: "If I don't change, what can you do?"
"Then I... can only steal it."
Yu Wenlie shook the silver gun in his hand, full of murderous intent.
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Daomen, Zhenxuan Mountain.
The fairy mountain is far away from the hustle and bustle, hidden in the clouds and mist.
The flowers and trees here are sparse, exotic birds and rare birds are singing harmoniously on the branches, and the air is filled with a touch of aura and floral fragrance, without the depression and loneliness of winter at all.
On the top of the mountain, the palace is majestic, with its eaves and corners looming amid the green bamboo, like a paradise on earth.
From time to time, you can see Taoist priests of different ages sitting or standing on the rocks, holding weapons in their hands, chanting words, and practicing profound Taoism. It is an otherworldly scene.
Suddenly, a melodious bell sounded from the valley.
Time suddenly froze.
On the top of the cliff, an old Taoist priest with a childish face and white hair, an immortal spirit, and a green talisman wrapped around his body suddenly opened his eyes and said with a surprised look: "Hetu Yinfu actually recognized his master?"< br>
He looked down at a young Taoist priest who was meditating on the mountainside, and slowly said, "Yichen, go and get the Hetu back."
A man with handsome appearance and outstanding temperament. The young Taoist priest did not agree immediately, but first asked a strange question, "What if that person is destined to Hetu?"
The old Taoist priest was silent for a long time, and then he said calmly: "The heavy rain will not moisten the grass without roots. The Tao method is wide and can only cross those who are destined. Without the Tao, there is no destiny."
The young Taoist priest nodded and faced A waterfall in the distance shouted: "Let's go, Heavenly Waterfall."
Boom!
A spiritual sword swept out of the waterfall, carrying the natural power of Taoism. After whistling and hovering in the sky, it fell into the scabbard behind the young Taoist priest.
The vast waterfall disappeared.
The young Taoist priest came down the mountain with his sword on his back, his sleeves fluttering, and he sang loudly:
"The road is not far away, and everything in the body is empty and not empty. If the nature is not empty and the Qi lives there, the Qi will return to the original sea and the life will be endless." . If you want to keep the spirit in your body, don’t leave anything to the spiritual platform..."
(End of this chapter)