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Chapter 1760 Soft Persimmon

Beidou Supreme left.

He promised many conditions, many treasures, and was even willing to spend a huge price to open a star road to bring in strong people from all sides. Unfortunately, no one responded, and all the supreme beings just watched indifferently.

Peace has returned to Wanfa Tianshu.

Some supreme beings were discussing the mysteries of the Tao, some disciples of Tao were discussing the Tao, and some disciples of Tao gathered together and were on the verge of a fight, especially a group of sword practitioners.

Jiang Ding was busy listening everywhere, like a little bee.

Objectively speaking, these supreme beings and Taoists are very conservative in their discussions of Taoism. At most, they only talk about some directions and basic principles. There is no real structure of magic, skills, or swordsmanship.

However, even so, there are still many gains.

Jiang Ding's behavior of blending in with the Dharma practitioners attracted the puzzled looks of the Dharma practitioners.

"What are you doing here?"

Fuso Saint Shi Daoling whispered.

This newly appeared swordsman stuck close to her from the beginning, and if others didn't know, they would think he knew her.

This is so embarrassing.

"I'm just discussing the mysteries of the Tao!"

Jiang Ding looked puzzled.

There are so many paths here, what's wrong with adding one more?
“You should be there.”

The Fuso Saint Lady Shi Daoling couldn't bear to look at it, and pointed to a group of stars in the distance filled with sword energy. The murderous intent blooming between these stars could be seen here.

These swordsmen have already started fighting!

Only a trace of the soul can be projected here at Wanfa Tianshu. Once you die here, you will not be able to enter again within ten years, and your sword soul will also suffer minor injuries.

These swordsmen are playing this little game.

The rules are very simple. When the cultivation level is suppressed to a certain level, two people use the same spiritual awareness and magic power to fight in a ring, with a group of swordsmen watching around.

The group of people were silent and cold, and the only sound was the clanging of swords clashing.

"There,"

“You should go there.”

When the Fuso Saint Lady Shi Daoling saw Xingchen in front of her in a daze, she thought he didn't hear her, so she pointed to a group of swordsmen not far away.

Compared with the environment where this group of sword masters discussed the Tao, the discussion among the Taoist masters was simply full of love and beauty.

"Dao Lingzi,"

"actually,"

Jiang Ding said shyly.

"I am a practitioner of the Dharma, and I like to discuss the mysteries of the Dao with everyone..."

"You, Faxiu?"

The Fuso Saint Lady Shi Daoling opened her mouth slightly.

She obviously wanted to say something. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, left silently, and moved to another place.

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, a sticky star appeared behind her.

"Why are you following me again?"

The teacher said weakly.

"I'm not familiar with this place."

"Dao Lingzi, you can help me explain the things I don't understand. I have tried others, but they ignored me."

Jiang Ding explained.

Easy target.

The Daozi in front of him was a soft persimmon. His sword spirit's premonition was correct. She was not good at rejecting other people's requests, especially such small requests that were not dangerous or troublesome.

Except for the soft persimmon in front of him, other Daozi were very cold and would not casually approach strangers. Occasionally, there were a few Daozi who were very enthusiastic and smiling, and Jiang Ding would feel very uncomfortable and subconsciously want to beat him to death because he smelled malice.

It is questionable whether the answers given by these smiling Daozi are correct or not, as they might accidentally set a trap.

"I……"

Shi Daoling wanted to cry but had no tears.

While the two were talking, among the many Taoists, a cup of nectar hovering in the sky followed a regular random trajectory and came in front of Shi Daoling.

This is the discussion of the mysteries of Taoism by these Taoists, which is called Qushui Liushang.

That is, the Taoist chosen by the nectar has to do something, it can be anything, such as dancing, sword dancing, singing a song, taking out a magic weapon and starting to forge it, or even taking a nap on the spot... anything is possible, it is very casual.

Compared with the group of swordsmen drawing their swords and slashing at each other, it was very elegant.

Now Shi Daoling has been chosen by the nectar.

The eyes of many Taoists fell on her with some expectation.

The inheritance of the Fusang Holy Land has a long history. In an extremely distant era, the master of a certain generation of the Fusang Holy Land even became the queen of the Human Emperor.

According to legend, the sacred Fusang tree, the most precious heritage of the Fusang Holy Land, was planted by the Human Emperor himself.

"today……"

Shi Daoling picked up the wine glass, letting the wine dissipate between his fingers, and thought about it.

After a moment, she took out a golden little turtle from somewhere, tapped the turtle's shell with her hand, and whispered, "Xiaobai."

The little turtle opened its eyes, blinked a few times, and spit out small bubbles, forming a group of fifty-four transparent bubbles arranged in front of her, floating up and down.

"Today, I will play the chimes for you fellow Taoists."

Shi Daoling said softly.

She stretched out her white fingers and flicked the first bubble.

ding dong~
A sound like a mountain spring appeared, like large and small pearls falling on a jade plate, washing outwards, dispelling all the restlessness and inner demons in the monk's heart, as if it had been washed by water.

This seemed to be a piece of music she composed herself. It was very beautiful and had a profound meaning. It was named "Nine Heavens" and it made many Taoists think deeply.

Jiang Ding was also lost in thought.

This piece of music seems to be telling a story, a very classic and old-fashioned love story, in which a scholar meets a beautiful woman on his way to Beijing for an imperial examination, and they get engaged to each other secretly, and the woman sees her lover off.

This song tells about the woman's current mood.

Anxiety, longing, sadness and all kinds of complex emotions flowed in everyone's hearts, as if they were there and turned into the woman who was bidding farewell to her loved one.

These emotions were quickly discarded by Jiang Ding.

He peeled away the layers of notes and the appearance of various stories and saw a very beautiful spell structure. It was different from the conventional illusion method of luring people's primitive desires and then breaking through them. Instead, it stood at a higher angle, that is, the height of pure love, to infect the monks.

This spell structure is very troublesome compared to the path of human primitive desires, and has a very high threshold.

However, it seems that it can be used in extremely high-level battles.

For some strong men, so-called beauty is not worth mentioning, but the throbbing that rises from the bottom of their hearts is penetrating. Even if they see through it, they may not be able to bear to hurt her, because she really has no ill will towards you.

"Is this the way of the Holy Land of Fusang..."

Jiang Dingruo realized something.

Such emotions seem to be nothing more than this.

In the world, love is beautiful, but it is insignificant in the face of longevity and the growth of civilization. Such love can be abandoned, because no one's life is perfect, and it is normal to have flaws.

When a monk tries to pursue a perfect life, it is usually the way to disaster.

Since ancient times, countless heroes and great men who have dominated the world have failed because of this.

How can a monarch who rules the world, a living being in politics, a king who travels across the world and faces enemies both inside and outside alone, have a person in his heart who is above everything else?

Things like love are too dangerous and should not exist.

(End of this chapter)