Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 266 Recalling the past, life is like a dream, and finally wakes up!

After the tide subsided.

Ji Qiu trampled on the clouds of smoke, with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, the battle in Shenxiao Mountain came to an end.

It looked like a mess.

Although the suppression of all the enemies in the future has made the disaster invisible, but in fact, there is no joy on the face of every monk of the Shenxiaomen.

Mo Yu's figure was crumbling, and her complexion was pale in mid-air. She had resisted the great pressure in the battle just now, and she had already been severely injured and needed careful recuperation.

Except for her, Zhang Shouyi, Li Qiubai and other real people had chills on their faces, and their eyes were as cold as ice, like a bottomless abyss.

"Headmaster, all real people."

"This time, the four sects including Yuanchu Mountain, Hanyan Temple, Luoyang Temple, and Changchun Mansion, with a total of 63 Daoji and more than [-] people refining Qi, entered our Shenxiaomen resident."

"After a fierce battle, some real people came forward to set the cauldron and turned the tide of the battle, but there are still six Daoji elders and nearly a hundred disciples of refining Qi, who died in this battle."

Located at the foot of the main peak.

The deacon of the sect who summarized the situation of the battle, although his face was full of joy after the victory, he still couldn't hide the sadness between his brows when he mentioned the damage of his fellow sect.

One must know that this monk, who might have fallen a few quarters of an hour ago, was still chatting and laughing with them, discussing the truth.

As a result, not long after, it was already a world apart.

Although practitioners ignore life and death, they have already taken it lightly.

But for those who are in the middle of the door, as long as they have cultivated a whole body of Taoism, their friendship with each other, there is a deep friendship for decades, that is perfectly normal.

The fellow Taoists who walked along the way died as soon as they said they would die. How can they be seen by others in a short period of time.

The corpses of the fallen monks of Shenxiaomen were sealed in copper coffins and displayed at the foot of the main peak. They were mourned by the disciples and commemorated their achievements in protecting the sect.

Wait until the head teacher shows up.

All elders and deacons, and great monks who have reached Daoji, can be buried in the back mountain.

Ordinary qi refining disciples can also call ordinary relatives and friends to come and return the corpse to their hometown, so that they can be buried in peace.

If there is no family and no family, the Shenxiao Mountains still have a large territory, and they can make room for them to be buried in it, and they will be reincarnated.

For their descendants, the Shenxiao Sect will maintain the ordinary wealth and honor, and if they have spiritual roots, they will be included in the Sect, and continue to lead them on the unrivaled path of their ancestors, and climb to new heights.

Shenxiaomen will always remember these disciples.

There was a solemn atmosphere in the air.

Li Qiubai gazed out, watching the bones being put into the coffin, even though he was usually elegant and easy-going, but now, the anger in his heart couldn't help rising.

"Grandfather."

Looking around, looking at the desolation in his eyes, this headmaster Shenxiao, who looked even younger after breaking through the golden core, suddenly said:

"If you don't avenge this revenge, you are not a gentleman."

"It's not enough to show my godly skills by beheading these real criminals and surrendering the remnants of the accomplices."

"He treats me like fish and meat, and I will retaliate with a tooth for a tooth and blood for blood!"

It has been hundreds of years, and this is the first time that Shenxiaomen has encountered such a major event that shakes the foundation of the school.

If it is not possible to use iron and blood methods, it will really be regarded as his hundreds of years of orthodoxy, which is impossible to pinch!

The real people and Daoji spoke fiercely and indignantly.

And Ji Qiu saw a familiar thing, paced down from the void, picked up a half broken sword placed on the side of a copper coffin, then looked it up, and let out a long sigh.

He still had some impression of this broken dharma sword, it belonged to the deacon and hall master Wei Feng who was in charge of secular affairs.

As the person he met at the beginning of his journey to immortality, Wei Feng can at least retain some memory in Ji Qiu's long life.

"How did Palace Master Wei fall?"

The Taoist wiped the broken sword in his hand, and then slowly placed it in front of the coffin.

When the deacon next to him heard this, he immediately lowered his eyebrows and looked at the copper coffin, with a heavy tone, but also with some respect:
"Hall Master Wei is only a Taoist foundation, he has no hope of fake pills, and his life span is only two or three years."

"Therefore, when those Daoist monks from the Outer Sect came to kill them, the Palace Master had no intentions. He held his sword to burn his blood, exploded Daoji's extradition mana, and beheaded two fellow-landers with his sword. It can be said that he died of exhaustion. , it is frightening."

"When the old man died, he always died standing up. He is really a role model for us."

Listening to the words, Ji Qiu nodded silently.

Daoji lives three hundred years, and most people don't live to this age.

But every Daoist cultivator can vaguely perceive when his deadline will be.

Wei Feng knew that he didn't have two years to live, so he chose the most decent way to die for himself.

He has been cultivating in Shenxiao all his life, and now he has returned all his mana to the sect.

According to what the old man used to say, it is called fulfilling one's wish.

He just didn't know if he could hear the rumbling Taoist voice that he had just spread throughout the five peaks when he was dying.

If you want to come to the soul, you should be more or less aware of it.

Turning his eyes sideways and scanning the surroundings, the first few coffins are the fallen Daoist monks. They are either elders with high positions and powers, or they are in charge of affairs and hold real power.

Among these people, some he was familiar with, and some he was not familiar with.

But speaking of it, they all drank three or two cups of wedding wine with Ji Qiu when he became Daoist.

He was indeed able to detect the trajectory and fate of life, and he also saw the fate of these people.

But the few words evolved by the simulation are just rough descriptions, how can they describe a person's life.

Changing fate against the sky, after all, Ji Qiu can change his own fate, and then try his best to radiate his surroundings, he has reached his limit.

It's impossible, everything in this world can be done perfectly by his little butterfly flapping its wings.

That's just too ridiculous.

The Taoist's eyes were like abysses, pitch black like ink, they were all calm, and his mood didn't fluctuate much because of it.

Just because, life and death in this world are parting
He has seen too much of the three reincarnations.

So much so that facing such a scene again, it only caused slight ripples in the heart lake, that's all.

Even so.

It doesn't mean that he will turn a blind eye to it.

After all, in the final analysis, Shenxiaomen is the root of his real body, just like the second Taipingdao and the third Zixiaozong.

He has received Zhang Shouyi's overwhelming kindness, and he has placed high hopes on him. He is naturally one of the stalwarts in this Baili Shenxiao.

Baoshen Xiao's prestige will not fall, and it should be done.

Therefore, while thinking, Ji Qiu stood up, and then heard Li Qiubai's murderous tone, speaking loudly to everyone.

Immediately, the Taoist turned his head and echoed casually:
"The teacher said it well."

"The four sects have a history of at least two or three hundred years, and at most four or five hundred years."

"Now that Daoist Jindan has fallen, there are no elites left in the sect. Since they come to the sect first, it is also indecent when they come and do not reciprocate."

"Let's end this matter with the destruction of these four veins and other sects, so as to announce to the great Beicang, and to comfort the immortal spirit of our sect's disciples, and this is the end."

"Headmaster, Daoist, Patriarch, let's see, does it meet your wishes?"

The Taoist put his hands behind his back, and spoke in a calm tone, following Li Qiubai's words, he followed them down, and then finished them all in one go.

Although the words did not have the intention of killing, every single word touched the hearts of others and lingered for a long time.

Now the ins and outs of Zhang Shouyi's ambush are known to all Daoji and his disciples.

At the same time, the news that Ji Qiu was a peerless man, and that he and Li Qiubai had certified the Great Dao Jindan, and that he was ranked among the real gods in the sky, naturally spread.

Fist is power, as much strength as you have, you have as much right to speak.

As for Ji Qiu, who was ranked as the golden elixir, as soon as he opened his mouth, he would be the focus of everyone's attention.

What's more, he is still extremely young.

Within the sect, which Daoist doesn't know the root and bottom of it?
In ten years, the jade liquid returns the pill!
For example, Jiang Yuanshan, who had a close relationship with Ji Qiu, who single-handedly led him to worship in the heavens, or Shen Yunxi, who was instructed by Ji Qiu and bestowed three talismans, changing his fate.

In my heart, it can be said that there are mixed flavors, which are hard to describe.

Obviously, they are only peers or even juniors.

But after a short time, it climbed up the steps, almost standing on the top of the sea of ​​clouds, making it difficult for people to even look up.

In the whole world, such monsters, even if they have passed through the Yuantian Realm's Eastern Desolation Daoyu eight hundred times, they are still considered superior!

"What Junior Brother Ji said is exactly what I think!"

Hearing Ji Qiu's response below, Li Qiubai nodded, and then looked at Zhang Shouyi with a pair of eyes:

"What do you think the patriarch wants?"

Zhang Shouyi, who feigned death and came out of the coffin, had a gray beard and white hair, but he was an old man, he had not seen much decline, and his eyes were full of energy.

"The sect continues from generation to generation, it should be passed on from generation to generation."

"The head teacher and Ji Zhenzhen think it should be so, and I, the old Taoist, think it should be so!"

Looking at the scene below, Zhang Shouyi snorted coldly:
"If you offend me, how can you not pay the price?"

"Let's just ask him to have all four sects full of sects, and all the resources should be used for my resources!"

The old man waved his hand and made a decision:

"Turn up one or two first, and bury all the elders and disciples who died in battle."

"Afterwards, all the flying boats were set up, and Daoist Jindan went to these four side gates, and smashed through their mountain gates one by one!"

"Maybe all the monks in the Beicang practice world know about it."

"Although my Shenxiao Gate is not a thousand-year-old orthodox holy place, it is not a place where you can wantonly humiliate and come here whenever you want!"

"Raise the coffin and bury it!"

After finishing speaking, the old Taoist glanced at Ji Qiu and other real people, gestured with his eyes, and flew away.

Knowing that Zhang Shouyi has something to explain.

Li Qiubai instructed the elders and deacons to deal with related matters well, and when they are fully prepared, they will go to crusade against the sects.

After the entrustment was completed, Ji Qiu and Mo Yu, who followed away first, also turned into a rainbow light, flew away to that palace, and disappeared invisible.

On the top of Shenxiao Mountain, in the Taoist Palace.

Blessed by the formation here, it has not been affected much, and it is still the original appearance.

The clouds are misty and the sky is full of rays of light.

Stepping on the sea of ​​clouds, Ji Qiu and the others entered inside one after the other.

Fang Yi passed through the thresholds and arrived at the end of the three halls.

It can be seen that in the hall, under the Yin-Yang Dao diagram, the old Taoist with his back crossed knees facing them, seems to have something wrong, his breath is unstable, and he is no longer as full of energy as before.

Looking carefully for a moment, Ji Qiu's eyes shrank, and he had a premonition in his heart, so his tone could not help but be a little dignified:

"Father, your body"

Hearing his words, the old Taoist who had just crossed his knees bent his body, shook his head slightly, and waved his hands gently:

"It's okay, I can't die now, and I can survive for a few more years."

"But only a few years."

"Golden elixir has a lifespan of eight hundred yuan, and the old Taoist practice has been practiced for nearly eight hundred years. Even if he has taken life-prolonging things, he still suffers from hidden injuries."

"If it wasn't for Shou Yuan Wuduo who was seriously injured and really couldn't hold on anymore, why did he have to take such a bad strategy to attract four cases into the game?"

"It's just birth, old age, sickness and death."

Zhang Shouyi's words were slightly self-deprecating, and even more arrogant:
"If the sophistication is at its peak, it's just these local chickens and dogs."

"It's hard to be my three-point thunder!"

Even at an old age, the words of this gray-robed patriarch are still full of confidence.

It's a pity that I still can't hide my loneliness.

Seeing this scene, in fact, everyone has a premonition in their hearts, what will happen next.

Mo Yu and Li Qiubai stood by the side, silent.

The two of them had a friendship with Zhang Shouyi for hundreds or even 300 or [-] years. With Zhang Shouyi's state, the two of them knew each other very well.

So, although the old man's words were aimed at the three of them, he was actually speaking to Ji Qiu, after all, he was the only one who spent the shortest time with him.

But even so, after three years of preaching, he devoted all his strength to help him form alchemy.
Such actions can be regarded as worthy of this Taoist.

Hearing what the old Taoist said that seemed to be a showdown, Ji Qiu was immediately touched.

Although his state of mind is stable, it is difficult for him to make many waves, but people are not grass and trees, so no one can be ruthless.

Telling him to watch the old Taoist go to extinction with his own eyes, of course he would feel a little bit troubled in his heart.

Standing up from the futon, Zhang Shouyi turned around, looked at Ji Qiu who opened his mouth half-open, and only smiled and said:

"The jade liquid returns the pill, and the life expectancy is eight hundred years."

"Boy Ji, it's a pity that your qualifications are in this small place in North Cangzhou."

"If you were in the old Taoist sect, you might be able to be a Taoist figure in a holy land. It's a pity that I myself was kicked out of the old Taoist sect and I can't return. Otherwise, I can recommend one or two for you."

"Ugh"

Mentioning this matter, Zhang Shou's smile retreated a little bit, a little secretly sad.

Afterwards, he took out a half-width page from the storage ring, recalled the past, and couldn't help laughing at himself:

"Old Daoist, my life has been a tragedy."

"In the past, it caused disasters because of this thing, but I didn't expect it to happen. Although this thing is real, it actually quenches thirst by looking at plum blossoms. It can be seen, it can be seen, and it is not advisable."

"Beicang Zhenjun personally set up a forbidden Taoist soldier, even if he found the place with this corner of the broken page, so what?"

"It's just a thought that is hard to get back!"

"It's ridiculous that when the old Taoist found this broken page in the ruins that were only a few hundred years old, he was ecstatic and unwilling to let go. Save it."

"In the end, I traveled across the ocean and trekked thousands of mountains and rivers, and only discovered it when I arrived in Beicang"

"Everything is fake!"

The old Taoist clutched at the mysterious broken page, even after hundreds of years, it was still hard to understand.

"A true monarch doesn't need Taoist soldiers, so why keep him here in Beicang?"

"What's even more ridiculous is that, as an old Taoist, I pride myself on my natural talents, thinking that one day, I will break through the law-related barriers, return to the sect again, and justify my name!"

"But I don't want to. I will die in this wild place in the far east. Even my hometown is tens of thousands of miles away, and I haven't returned for hundreds of years."

"Thinking about the person who fell in the ruins, drew or found this fragment, it is probably because of this reason that he can only keep it on his body, as a thought."

Zhang Shouyi's tone carried pain that others could not understand.

As for Mo Yu and Li Qiubai, they had both heard about this matter before, so seeing Zhang Shou mentioning it again today, they knew that he wanted to explain the funeral, so most of them felt heavy, and they spoke out in comfort:
"Father, even so, you have opened up a side door in this huge Beicang, and you have been fighting for hundreds of years, far surpassing the mediocrity of others. Why do you have to do this?"

"In our eyes, you are strong enough."

"The remaining regrets, if there is a chance, I will make it up for you."

Hearing this, Zhang Shouyi breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had lost his composure, and restrained himself a bit, then said again:

"When people are old, they will always be unwilling to remember the past."

"The old Taoist has two regrets in his life. One is that he failed to rectify his name. The grudge that year has not been resolved. The regret is that he has been looking for a chance for hundreds of years, but it was just a dream."

Holding the torn page, Zhang Shouyi looked at Ji Qiu, without much nostalgia, and casually threw it to the Taoist:
"Boy Ji, you are a talented person, and you have become a golden core again. You have enough experience, and you have a bright future and a bright future!"

"After I die, you will inherit my position as the Supreme Elder of Shenxiao's lineage, equal to the head teacher!"

"Also, if one day you really can become the true king of Faxiang, you can follow the route drawn by the old Taoist above to help the old man break the restriction and see for yourself."

"What does that thing that I've been begging for for hundreds of years look like!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Shouyi spoke quickly, obviously extremely unwilling:

"I don't know why the Beicang Zhenjun left this soldier here because he had nothing to do!"

"Find someone who is destined to inherit the mantle?"

"These Tall Men"

"The mind is really hard to guess!"

"It's a pity, I've never been the protagonist in a storybook in my whole life."

"Ugh!"

(End of this chapter)