Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Ji Qiu and Zhao Wuling left.

Before leaving, he left this pair of mysterious bird bones in the casting room.

On Ou Yezi's face, there was still lingering anger.

He watched the figures of the two go away, felt the disappearance of the two tyrannical auras, and immediately scolded the general with raised eyebrows:
"Who told you to take the initiative and deal with this matter?"

I saw him pacing back and forth, looking at the gleaming black bird bones, and said in a heavy tone:
"The creatures on the ground, only in the Xuanshang era thousands of years ago, can forge a god-killing weapon, just like the legendary Jiuding and the lost gods."

"Up to now, it is already the limit for you and me to forge a weapon that can compete with Wang Zhengfeng, let alone... such a material rich in divinity?"

"Xuan Shang is comparable to the holy sword intent of a great swordsman, plus this pair of bones of a great monster."

"If you can't forge the divine weapon that can kill the holy in your mouth, how can you explain to that Mr. Ji from Jixia?"

"not to mention!"

"You want him to kill the King of Chu for you!"

Ou Yezi pointed at the general, and the more he spoke, the angrier he became.

Hundreds of schools of thought, up to now, although there are many outstanding people in the world, they are all great sages who can spread the theory of one place.

But this power still pales in comparison to the blood king who has ruled the earth for thousands of years!

Jixia of Qidi has developed for so long and has such a great momentum, yet he has not broken face with the Lord Jiang Qi, let alone talk about other countries?

"Do you know that your rash words may ruin a future true saint!"

The old man felt even more angry when he thought of his only blood descendant.

In his early years, Gan Jiang practiced the way of casting soldiers in the same vein as him, so he was considered half of his junior brother, and his daughter Mo Xie married him and became husband and wife.

Later, the two stayed in Ou Yezi's former hometown, Southern Chu, and the name of the general at that time was widely spread.

He originally thought that this kid could at least keep his family safe in today's troubled times.

But he didn't expect that a few years ago, he actually brought himself huge bad news!
Thinking of the past for a moment, Ou Yezi became even more angry.

But the go-getters turned a deaf ear to this.

He just walked forward slowly, looked at the bone of the mysterious bird that contained endless divinity, and put the fragment of the ancient bronze sword aside, with a smile on the corner of his mouth:
"Buried, the future saint?"

"Old guy, I believe that the sword I forged can help him kill the King of Blood."

He looked at the unformed sword embryo that Ou Yezi put down before:

"This will be the last sword I forge in my life. I bet all the glory of the 'ghost craftsman''s life."

"The sword embryo is the 'Tai Ah' that you are currently refining for several years, and you are proud of only becoming a sword embryo?"

"It's a pity that even so, it's not enough to kill the holy."

"However, if you have the blessing of this divine bone and bronze sword intent, plus I will sacrifice blood with mystic techniques!"

"It's not necessarily impossible to become——the unrivaled magic soldier!"

Gan Jiang whispered in his mouth, and his pupils were full of ambition and madness.

His words caught Ou Yezi by surprise:
"You, you want to.?"

As if he had a premonition of what the half-son-in-law was going to do, Ou Yezi frowned, showing a look of embarrassment:

"You may not be responsible for all the things that happened in Chu State back then. The King of Chu is powerful, so why not take it easy."

"The sorcery of sacrificing human beings can only be used once in a lifetime. After one time, the spirit and soul will melt away. Mo Xie has already given everything for your life. Why should you?"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Gan Jiang with a deep drink:
"It's because she gave everything for me!"

"Yes, for the past few years, I have been thinking about that matter every night, all the time!"

"I will make the king of Chu drink blood under my hands, even if I can't kill him personally"

His face revealed a bloodthirsty and cruel look:

"I must call him too, and die by the sword I forged!"

With one stride, Gan Jiang fetched the sword embryo that Ou Yezi named 'Tai Ah'.

He looked at the red sword embryo, held it upside down in his hand, and gave a final chuckle:
"Tai Ah is the sword of majesty, you can't hold it upside down!"

"Holding the sword upside down is equivalent to handing over the hilt and the power of life and death to others, and you will eventually suffer from it."

"I've been making swords all my life, isn't that what I ended up doing in the end?"

"But now, I have a chance."

"Forge this sword for real, and give it to someone who can really use it!"

"My generation can't hold a sword hilt, but there will be someone who can hold a sword hilt!"

"Couldn't it be?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the general looked at his anger and seemed to have gone eight minutes, leaving only a complicated piece of Ou Yezi, with a sword in his chest and a solemn expression:
"Besides."

"Forging a weapon that is as sacred as shoulders also represents the ultimate pursuit of our generation of soldiers."

"Ou Yezi, you have to consider whether this is your only chance in this life!"

"If you don't want to, I'll do it myself!"

The general held his sword high, and the temperature of the ground fire in the soldier casting room kept rising. Under the influence of the high temperature, the alcohol in his mind had long gone, leaving only a piece of clarity.

After a while, he finally let out a long sigh.

Afterwards, Ou Yezi took over the 'Tai Ah' sword embryo that had exhausted half his life and was still unfinished, but he placed his ambition on it:
"Since you have made up your mind"

"Then cast it!"

"Create a sword of majesty, forge a sword that kills kings, and even has a chance to kill gods, so that you and I can fulfill our long-cherished wishes, avenge our great revenge, and even"

"Leave a name in history!"

"That's why I, Ou Yezi, have your name in the records about Qi Dao in later generations!"

"One year is enough!"

The ground fire spewed out under the casting room, like a substantial flame, igniting the heart fire that had been silent for a long time in the hearts of the two of them.

After that, it was like a spark that started a prairie fire, and it was out of control!
Facing the cold wind blowing on the face.

Ji Qiu and Zhao Wuling walked out of this spacious soldier casting dojo.

There is a thin drizzle falling from the sky.

The bluestone road is drizzling, and this may be the last rain in this cold autumn.

Standing side by side with the general of Zhao, Ji Qiu suddenly said:
"General."

"If you have any needs, you can talk about it."

This young white-robed True Monarch formed an air barrier all over his body to block the falling rainwater, and stood standing in this nameless street, looking seriously at Zhao Wuling beside him:

"There has never been unreasonable hospitality in this world, you and I should be like a mirror."

"Therefore, please speak."

He stretched out his hand to gesture to Zhao Wuling.

Following Ji Qiu's words, it fell.

Within a radius of several zhang, it was isolated from the continuous drizzle of the outside world.

A vague picture scroll rose from the back of this true monarch, holding this square and round world in his palm.

At this moment, he seemed to be the master of this narrow alley.

as long as he wants.

The drizzle wet the body, turning into water droplets and passing by the arms, the general who was carrying a heavy hammer smiled:

"Your Excellency, have you heard of the war festival?"

Following his words, Ji Qiu thought for a while:
"Is it your country of Zhao, the funeral ceremony held for those kings and nobles who have come to the end?"

"I know a thing or two about it."

Hearing Ji Qiu's response, Zhao Wuling's face softened a bit:
"It's best if you know."

"That way, I won't have to explain it carefully."

"Your Excellency enters the city, and I will fight with you for a while. We are inseparable. Your strength has been recognized by my generation."

"Therefore, I would like to invite you to participate in a 'war ceremony'."

"Come here to bury one person."

His words were mixed with a bit of respect.

This may be what Zhao Wuling didn't realize when he said it.

Ji Qiu frowned, combined what Zhao saw in his mind, thought for a moment, and couldn't help but slowly sketched out a figure.

Then.
blurted out:

"The person you are referring to"

"It's King Wu of Zhao, Yong?"

King Wu, Yong.

One of the oldest kings.

The princes who were once under the command of the first Jin Lord, like him, are all epic figures who have seen the sacred true face with their own eyes.

He is the forerunner who rose from the North Desert, the ambitious man who sounded the trumpet against business, and the planner of the change in the night.
At the same time, it also set the tone for conquest and killing. He is the founder of the Zhao family, and also the only king in the great Zhao land!

A message about Zhao Wangyong came to Ji Qiu's mind.

Followed by.

Zhao Wuling turned his head, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he is not a fool, and he can understand why Ji Qiu thinks so.

So, he didn't refute, just nodded heavily:

"Kings."

"crazy."

"He has come to the end of the King of Blood, and he has lived for too long."

"He was tired of using war and killing to continue his life with the mad king's blood, so he left a message for me, Da Sima, and Lord Wu Mu."

"Then, I exiled myself in the land of Wang Xing in Beimo, before the dojo where the banner was once erected and ordered by one of the sacred, 'Tian Xing Jun'."

Zhao Wuling turned around, with a melancholy tone:
"Even at the last moment, Wang's strength is still beyond doubt."

"Therefore, Mr. Wu Mu used three things that I don't know, and invited the strongest of your schools."

"The 'zhuang' of the Taoist school, the 'Dongjun' of the Yinyang school, and the first ancestor of the Zongheng family, Mr. Guigu."

"In addition, we will be buried in the king."

"Sir, at this point of time, it is God's will to come to my Zhaowang City."

"I would like to ask, sir, if you are willing to participate in this grand ceremony?"

The general of Zhao Guo asked what was in his heart.

For a moment, all of Ji Qiu's doubts were completely clear as if the clouds had cleared up.

Zhuang Zhou, Dong Jun, and the so-called Mr. Guigu were all invited by Zhao Wu Wang Yong, the only heir now, Wu Mu Jun.

Now look at the three giants in King Zhao City——

Grand Sima Yuxiang wanted to seize power and continue to maintain the current balance. He neither wanted Zhao Yong to fall, nor did he want to see Wu Mujun ascend the throne.

And Zhao Yong's heir, Mu Jun, wanted to get his last gift, so as to succeed the glory that belonged to the king.

As for the general, his mind seemed to be the purest.

He simply wanted to, as a subordinate, do his best to bury him in the most solemn way.

"That is the king of divine blood."

Ji Qiu watched the autumn rain fall, and finally said this sentence.

"General."

"Let me participate in your plan, and even personally bury the strongest god-blood king on the ground. Even if he has come to the end and fell into madness, there is a great risk."

"It's just about introducing Master Ou Yezi to me."

"not enough."

His eyes were calm.

Zhao Wuling didn't have any taboos because of his status as a general, but just expressed what he thought in his heart in a realistic manner.

After hearing this, Zhao Wuling closed his eyes lightly, a little disappointed:
"Sure enough, a little bit of petty profit, can't you impress it?"

He thought to himself.

After all, he is a great sage from Jixia, unlike them descendants of divine blood.

Although, their light is still weak now.

But before the curtain ended, Wang had watched them and had given them such a high evaluation.

This means that the future of this Mr. Ji Qiu will be limitless.

Even if he made the promise to kill the King of Chu in front of his own face, but that is after all a long time later and has nothing to do with the present.

Such a response is also reasonable.

only.
Just when Zhao Wuling set the tone in his heart.

Ji Qiu slowly continued to speak:
"So, we have to increase the bargaining chip."

"I,"

"We must take what Zhao Wangyong holds—the Yongwangding Ding!"

"If the general can make the decision."

"It's all right to participate in the king's funeral ceremony."

Seeing Zhao Wuling whose expression slowly changed in front of him, Ji Qiu smiled lightly, and said his answer word by word.

Mountains and rivers Jiuding.

As the treasure of the Xuanshang era.

Every time he takes back one statue and gathers the good fortune in it, he can use the power of luck to bless his cultivation.

The Yuzhou cauldron helped him to quickly stabilize his cultivation in the Dharma Aspect Realm, and Ji Qiu had already noticed it these days.

After the Faxiang Realm, every time you take a step, the gap between them is almost like an abyss.

It will be an extremely long process if he wants to condense the dharma form, purify the mana and supernatural power to the peak, reach the perfection of spirit, energy and spirit, and then transform into the primordial spirit, even if he has many good fortunes such as the heaven-replenishing body, it is still impossible. Same.

However, Jiuding can greatly shorten this long process.

So whatever.

Ji Qiu will try his best to either kill or suppress the blood kings of the Seven Kingdoms, and take back the scattered cauldrons one by one.
then.

Face the so-called Emperor Zhou!
It rained even more.

Zhao Wuling sensed the inevitability in Ji Qiu's words.

Then, his complexion gradually became serious:
"did you know."

"This sentence. Ten years ahead, if I hear it, even if I may not be your opponent, I will fight you to the end with all my might!"

"But now, after all, times have changed."

His eyes dimmed:

"Yong Wang Ding, the thing that symbolizes authority is in Beimo."

"If you participate in the war ceremony and successfully bury the king, I will accept this tripod for you."

"But Da Sima and Wu Mu Jun may not be happy."

"But when the time comes, I will speak for you."

"Although it cannot be said that there is [-]% certainty, there should not be too many storms."

"I can only go so far. As for whether to accept it or not, it depends on how you think."

After speaking, he quietly waited for Ji Qiu's answer.

"Is that so"

Ji Qiu pondered for a moment.

It seems that it is indeed necessary to go.

After thinking about it in his heart, he smiled and nodded slightly:
"Not too bad."

"I know, this is the limit that the general can do."

"As for the rest, it's up to me."

"make a deal."

"When will this war festival be held?"

After his words fell, Zhao Wuling's eyes lit up: "One year later, when your magic soldier is born, you will be completely accomplished. There will be more than enough time, and there will be no danger of death!"

"Since that's the case, then I will definitely be there." After receiving the information, Ji Qiu turned around, stepped on the water-logged bluestone road, and wanted to go away.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuling was a little excited, and then seemed to think of something, and hurriedly stopped: "Sir, wait a minute!"

"You come to Wangcheng, but you don't have a place to live. Do you need me to help you find a good mansion, so you can stay temporarily?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the True Monarch in the rain and just waved his hand:
"The General's kindness, I appreciate it."

"Not going anywhere."

"I have my own ideas."

"I hope that when the time comes, the general will send someone to clean out a shabby room for me, that will be enough."

Ji Qiu carried Zhao Wuling on his back, and his voice was ethereal, reaching his ears.

Then, he drifted away to the place he wanted in his heart.

In front of the city gate, Ji Qiu took a startled look and saw the young man in black named Qin Zheng.

Now, Ji Qiu can recognize his aura by raising his eyes.

So, the residence during this time.

He naturally has a place.

Looking at the free and easy figure that seemed to be walking in the rain, but disappeared in a blink of an eye, slowly disappearing without a trace.

Zhao Wuling stopped, a little silent.

When Ji Qiu walked away, he couldn't help sighing:
"Ambition is really big"

"However, it doesn't matter."