Yuan Shi Tian

Chapter 277 Blackwater Warriors
The so-called title on the gold list, if the ancestor Wang Jun does not have the will in it, how can it convince people.

Moreover, the four major disciples all feel that there are too many places to be ranked number one on the gold list of Lanke Mountain, and they can discuss one or two more points.

It's just that the ancestor's majesty and unpredictability make many people afraid to ask questions directly, and also make many people speculate.

"My son, what do you think?"

The ancestor sat high, his eyes flashed open and closed, the 12 layers of precious light were bright, the golden divine wheel turned slowly, and he asked leisurely.

As someone who watched the whole process of Xiao Dan Yuan Hui, Huangshan Taoist was the first to speak, saying: "After fighting with Yun Qingsong and Du Yunguang, I have achieved the realm of sword and light differentiation. I am very skilled in fighting skills. My magical power is almost the same as that of the Ten Great Cave Heavens." . Considering the famous instrument of Lanke Mountain Blessed Land, he is indeed a rare and valuable talent."

Huangshan Taoist's evaluation is indeed pertinent. Even if a few people sitting here do not think that Xun Shaoyu is qualified to win the first place on the gold list, being born in a small blessed place and being promoted to one of the 12 outstanding people is already an incredible ability.

"Um……"

The ancestor nodded and asked, "What else?"

The attitude of Patriarch Wang Jun made the people sitting here feel quite unpredictable.

The ancestor raised his hand and said: "In your opinion, what else is extraordinary about this child? You might as well come here one by one so that I can taste it."

When Huangshan, Mingyu, and Qingshi heard this, they shook their heads in confusion and said nothing, with a look of concentration on their faces.

Only Shang Fei was completely focused, seeming to be recalling the battles of the past few days.

His own disciple only ranked second on the gold list, which Shang Fei could not accept.

Shang Fei pondered for a long time, seeming to be recollecting something, and said softly: "This boy's swordsmanship is not bad, and his magical powers are rare among the younger generation. However, when watching his fighting skills, I always feel a little weird, as if... It’s a little too smooth.”

Shang Fei's words made the other three disciples' eyes light up, and the vague feeling in their hearts suddenly became clearer.But we are still looking at the flowers in the fog, and we can’t see clearly.

"Smooth...as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water...smooth!" Huangshan Taoist murmured to himself in a low voice, perhaps having some enlightenment.

The Patriarch said calmly: "Shang Fei, I am very pleased that you can figure this out."

"Yes, it's just too smooth... Throughout the whole process of their fight, Qingfeng has always been as smooth as the sword and spells, firmly grasping the rhythm of the fight. Whether it is Yun Qingsong or Du Yunguang, they just passively accept it. The path of the breeze.”

"With his own strength, he still knows how to attack aggressively. If it really comes to a life-and-death fight, how many moves can these two people withstand?"

"Do you really not see the difference between this, or do you not want to see it?"

The indifferent words of the ancestor Wang Jun shocked the hearts of several disciples.

"I am the leader of the Taoist sect, and I am also the Xiantian leader of Xiaoyou Qingxu Tian. Of course you are members of my sect, so Wang Zhi is not my disciple?"

"My body conforms to the way of heaven, and I have no discerning mind, no joy, anger, or joy. You are all my disciples, and I treat each other with a normal heart."

"The disciple is stupid and has disobeyed the teacher's instructions."

Shang Fei looked ashamed and sighed in a low voice: "I only see the strengths of my own disciples, but turn a blind eye to other disciples. This is a disciple who has lost his way. I hope the teacher will punish him."

"Selflessness and no thoughts are the way of the immortals. If you cannot understand the true meaning, let alone ten kalpas, just hundreds of thousands of kalpas, it is only one Luotian." Ancestor Wang Jun said: "The way of the immortals, Realize the supreme way of doing nothing, observe the movements of heaven, adhere to the way of heaven, and be close to heaven!"

"There are no steps to climb the Immortal Avenue. If you can't let go of your selfish thoughts, the road will be exhausted!"

For these four disciples, he devoted a lot of effort.

If not, it would be impossible for all of them to be numbered by Luo Tian and become powerful enough to be honored as their ancestors.

Therefore, the ancestor naturally hoped that the four disciples would have the opportunity to open the door to the immortal avenue. Even if they did not achieve the status of immortals, they would still be the top figures among the immortals.

The ancestor's eyes flickered, and as his thoughts surged, he thought to himself: "However, that junior disciple's aura is subtle, and his body's energy and blood are well organized. He is really a thoughtful boy!"

With Xun Shaoyu's meager cultivation level, he was almost unable to hide under the candlelight of his ancestor's Dharma Eyes.Xun Shaoyu's foundation has long since fallen into the eyes of his ancestors.

It was precisely because he saw the foundation that Wang Jun appointed Xun Shaoyu to be at the top of the gold list.

The six supreme beings in this world have all dabbled in the methods of physical cultivation, but they have never been as well suited to this world as Xun Shaoyu.

This is the world of immortality abandoning the way of physical cultivation. The six supreme immortals are in harmony with the Tao. Naturally, they will not go against heaven, forcibly develop physical cultivation methods, and disrupt the rules and order of heaven and earth.

Xun Shaoyu's physical skills at this time may not be worth mentioning. Ancestor Wang Jun could be stabbed to death with one finger, but just to adapt to this world, its value is already immeasurable.

The ancestor had a gloomy look on his face: "This world has been silent for too long. It has been so long that even my old body can't bear the twilight atmosphere."

"In such an atmosphere, perhaps the influx of one or two pieces of living water can change the situation of a pool of stagnant water."

The immortals have ruled the world for tens of thousands of years, and the ancestor has seen too many talented people, who have risen from humble beginnings and fallen from the clouds.

The pattern of the six immortals existing forever has not been broken by anyone so far.

Nowadays, Xun Shaoyu's physical cultivation method is certainly worthy of praise, but as long as he cannot attain immortality, it will be difficult for him to enter the eyes of his ancestors.

Moreover, even if one enters the Celestial Path, the six ruling Celestials can easily suppress any 'noise'.

At this moment, Xun Shaoyu, although the ancestor looked at him differently because of his physical cultivation method, it only made the ancestor look at him a little more.

In the heart of the ancestor, at most it is an insignificant adjustment in the long years.

Smelling so fragrantly, the ancestor Wang Jun's gaze seemed to be seeing far, far away at this moment.

The gaze of a heavenly being is no longer limited to one area of ​​heaven and earth. The boundless void universe is the true destination of a heavenly being.

Being above heaven and man and being below man are two completely different concepts!
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The main world, Yuanshui!

Flags were waving, and soldiers were everywhere. The flags of the army were hung high along the way, stretching to the ends of both sides of the strait, and the sound of hunting was endless.

Hundreds of thousands of barbarian soldiers from the three barbarian tribes were stationed on the south bank. Wen Yuanming, the old master of Lu State, personally led a hundred thousand [Blackwater Warriors] to the north of Yuanshui. The armies of the two sides were in great strength, and the evolution of the weather shook Yuanshui. roar.

In the barracks of Lu State, one hundred thousand warriors were in high spirits, and there was an earth wandering immortal who personally suppressed it. Above the barracks, a huge black flood dragon evolved, and the dragon panned to the sky on the north bank.

Opposite it is a nine-headed monster, grinning at the black water dragon, which is full of provocation.

In the handsome tent, Wen Yuanming was dressed in military uniform. He was an old master who was over eighty years old. He stood upright, frowning and looking at the south bank in the distance, his white eyebrows twitching from time to time.

"What a disaster..."

The old master sighed deeply and looked sad.

Even though he has magical powers that can move mountains and seas, he can do as he pleases throughout his life.But with a strong man in charge of hundreds of thousands of barbarian soldiers, even the heavenly beings would be daunted by the monstrous momentum laid out by him, let alone an earthly wandering immortal named [Refining the Gods and Returning to the Void].

The main world has a long history of military strategists, and several large military formations are terrifyingly powerful.A formation of one or two thousand soldiers could be leveled by an innate master.But once a quantitative change leads to a qualitative change, if [-] to [-] soldiers gather together, even the innate great master can only be killed.

What's more, the hundreds of thousands of barbarian soldiers on the south bank formed a nine-headed monster, and the leaders of the three barbarian tribes joined forces.If Master Wen hadn't had one hundred thousand [Blackwater Warriors] in hand, it would have been impossible to face the barbarian force and still advance and retreat freely.

"This battle has accumulated over twenty years for my country, Lu. I'm afraid it will all be lost in one day."

The old master clenched his fists tightly, holding back his emotions, with veins bulging on his fists.

The strength of the barbarian soldiers was beyond everyone's expectations. Hundreds of thousands of barbarian soldiers were twisted into one force and even practiced the general formation of the army. Compared with the previous scattered sand, they were much stronger.

Even with [-] top elites in hand, Wen Yuanming's certainty of defeating the barbarians at this time was less than [-]%.

Of course, if Lu Guo's Zhenyun Dao soldiers take action, it will be a different story with [-] Dao soldiers.

If it weren't for the master's profound cultivation, especially when he was in charge of military forces, his magical powers would touch the way of heaven and man.With his astonishing supernatural power, which was almost like that of a celestial being, he allowed hundreds of thousands of barbarian soldiers to stay on the south bank of Yuanshui for more than ten months.

Otherwise, hundreds of thousands of barbarians can bulldoze everything in front of them.

The destructive power of the barbarian soldiers not only shocked the countries in Yuzhou, but even shocked the Emperor of Yin.

During these ten months, the war machine of Lu State was also in full swing. Except for the [-] armored soldiers stationed on the border between Zheng and Song Dynasty, which were not mobilized, it can be said that the power of a country was really mobilized.

The two great powers of Zheng and Song also set their sights on Yuanshui, waiting for the outcome of this battle.

However, the situation of the battle has been tense. There are hundreds or thousands of big and small battles. There are no casualties on both sides. One small battle every day, one big battle every ten days. .

All that was consumed was the national strength that Lu Guo had worked so hard to accumulate.

Lu Wenhou's many years of hard work were all destroyed in this battle.

"Report,"

A sudden loud shout woke up the old master who was looking sad.

"Enter,"

The old master straightened his armor, turned around and sat on the handsome seat.

The herald went straight into the commander's tent, knelt down on one knee, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "To the grand master, go to the doctor, Si Ziqi, outside the tent to ask for an audience."

The old master stroked his beard and nodded, as if unaware, he said: "I know, let's go down..."

"promise,"

After the herald stood up, he bowed again and bowed before slowly exiting the commander's tent.

"Um……"

Wen Yuanming's thoughts moved, he was suddenly stunned, raised his hand and said: "Wait a minute,"

Si Ziqi?
Isn't that Si Ziqi his only son-in-law who has been missing since the fall of An Dayi?

Although it is possible that they have the same name, if anyone dares to move his tiger beard easily in front of Wen Yuanming, Wen Yuanming will be able to shock that person to death in his anger.

"Let him in,"

The old master frowned, pressed his palm on the desk, and rubbed it unconsciously a few times.

"If it is really Ziqi who has been missing for nearly a year, where did he go this year?"

Wen Yuanming had a lot on his mind at this moment, but after four dynasties, he had developed the habit of keeping his emotions and anger indistinct, and his expression was extremely calm.

After all, it was precisely because of the fall of Chong'an that the hundreds of thousands of barbarian soldiers were unstoppable and fought all the way to the south bank of the Yuanshui. Only with the rapid flow of the Yuanshui could the ferocious force of the barbarians be stopped.

Even with such a huge defeat, the impact was so bad.If the old master hadn't been able to deal with it, Si Ziqi would have been stripped of all his titles and the nine Si clans would have been razed.

Even if there are factors of large barbarian forces, the defeated general should bear the consequences.

Not long after, a handsome middle-aged man in plain clothes stepped into the handsome tent.

Looking at the person coming, Wen Yuanming's eyes flickered, and there seemed to be lightning flashing in his third Dharma Eye, as he looked Si Ziqi up and down.

"Father, son... Ziqi is back."

As soon as Si Ziqi entered the tent, he knelt down with his knees bent and kowtowed directly to Wen Yuanming, with some choking.

Wen Yuanming looked at his son-in-law. Although he had a cold heart, he couldn't help but soften slightly and said: "It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back..."

"Oh... just come back... sit down"

Seeing Si Ziqi's lack of energy, Wen Yuanming let out a long sigh.

Si Ziqi sat down beside him and said, "Thank you, father."

"Where have you been these days? I sent 36 groups of ghosts and gods, but no trace of you was found. As long as you won't come back, I can let go of my worries."

Si Ziqi lowered his head and said, "I have made my father worried. Zi Qi is unfilial."

The old grand master caressed his beard and said: "Well... the old man is fine, but it's a pity that in the battle of Chong'an, our army of Lu State was wiped out. You, the master general, are to blame. What's more, there was no trace after the war, and there was no move to stabilize the army. , seems to be trying to escape from the battlefield, do you have anything to say?"

"Father, Ziqi is about to tell you the whole story."

Si Ziqi said in a deep voice, after a year of cultivation, although his energy and spirit were still not at their peak, his injuries seemed to have healed to some extent.

The old master stroked his beard and said, "Well...just tell me, I'm here to listen."

After all, there had been no news for nearly a year. Although the old master trusted Si Ziqi, he still had to ask what he should have asked.

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Shang Cai, Zhao Yi!
At night, on the newly built imperial city, a famous soldier stood. The boiling energy and blood burned the night sky like daylight.

"It's a pity that time doesn't give me time!"

Xun Shaoyu stood at the top of the city wearing coarse clothes, quietly overlooking the rows of houses in the city.

Although Zhaoyi City has begun to take shape, the cloud of war has not completely dissipated at the moment. He has defeated the spirit of the barbarians several times, which will only make the barbarians brew more violent revenge.

The difference is just the length of time!

"Once a small group of barbarians merge and seek revenge, this imperial edict will be their meat grinder."

Touching the cold wall stone, looking at a soldier with high spirit, the leaves of his armor rustling, and the teams of soldiers wandering in the streets, Xun Shaoyu's eyes seemed to be filled with meaning.

(End of this chapter)