My enemies became my companions

Chapter 582 Weighing Good and Evil: Dragon and Tiger (Two in One)

Even the cold wind on Cangwu Peak is worth remembering.

"Master, what rank am I now?"

He was thick-skinned and shamelessly approached. Zhou Yitang stretched out his hand and said:
"Fifth rank."

"Finally, I've reached the fifth rank." He paused and looked at the sword at her waist. "Can I touch your sword? I want to feel it."

The one-armed woman frowned slightly, and after hesitating, she drew her sword and held it in front of him.

He stroked the sword carefully, and the restrained and stern sword intent flowed through his fingertips. At that time, his eyes were like a pilgrim.

Zhou Yitang let go of his hand and the sword fell into his hand. He danced with the sword, and the whole room felt cold. The sword's will seemed to flow through every meridian in his body. He danced seemingly vigorously, but the sword armor could sense something strange from the subtle details.

After a long time, the sword flew out of his hand and was nailed into the wall with a bang. He stood there awkwardly.

Zhou Yitang raised her finger calmly, and the sword returned to her hand.

"This sword doesn't quite recognize me," he said.

"It's you who can't control it, but insists on forcing it." Zhou Yitang pointed out.

He was still somewhat naive at that time, and scratched his head, "I just want to channel my sword intent through it."

"The fifth-grade sword intent seems too immature to it."

"Touch me, I'm not immature." He said with a grin, always speaking without any manner of manner.

Zhou Yitang didn't care much and casually put her hand on the top of his head, but he childishly tilted his head forward.

The one-armed woman narrowed her eyes and exerted a little force, and he was fixed in place as if filled with lead.

"The meridians are almost open." She withdrew her hand.

He said, "It won't be long before I catch up with you, Master."

"You are talking nonsense." Seeing that he was still smiling and not willing to listen, the one-armed woman said coldly, "If you still act like this, how can you inherit my legacy?"

“…Master’s teachings are correct.”

“Always.”

"Yes, Master has always taught me that." He glanced at the Ruo Que Sword and asked, "If I inherit your legacy, will you pass on this sword to me as well?"

"…nature."

"Oh, aren't you afraid that I'll break it?"

Thinking of what he had just done, he asked cautiously. Seeing this, the one-armed woman sneered and shook her head.

"You don't have the ability."

He seemed dissatisfied and said:
"What if?"

Zhou Yitang wanted to deny it outright, but seeing that he was not serious, he asked back, "What's the chance?"

He smiled mysteriously: "For example, there is a 40-mile stone mountain. Every 100 years, a long-lived person would gently wipe it. When the stone mountain is completely worn away, that is the one in a million."

Before she finished speaking, she tapped with her fingers.
"If you play against the Buddha, you should be punished."

.........

Memories are like fine wine in a cellar, lingering in the corner of your heart, emitting a lingering fragrance that would occasionally wander around your nose. But when you really want to uncover and taste the flavor of the past, you will find that it has already evaporated completely, leaving nothing behind.

Zhou Yitang looked at the mountain scenery from afar. The sky was dim. It was dusk. The illusory light yellow color covered the earth. The scenery was hazy. Because the outline was blurred, it was not surprising that it changed in various ways. Sometimes it turned into a small sea of ​​flowers under dense fir trees, and sometimes it turned into overlapping delicate and symmetrical skin textures. The wet mountains were like sweaty quilts. They had no tension and therefore no shape. They were constantly moving, propped up and falling. This scene reminded her of the overlapping breaths afterwards. She pursed her lips, and her breath still hit his neck. He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head. Not only did he pry open his lips, but he even tried to follow her rhythm with his breathing. At this time, she turned her face away in disgust, and saw the gorgeous sunset and the running colorful clouds from the window lattice.

Meaningless memories floated through his mind, just like the last flicker of candlelight seen by a monk as his lamp went out. Zhou Yitong turned around and walked down the stairs.

Being at the highest point, the temples of Longhu Mountain are lined up along the mountains.

Zhou Yitang's gaze crossed the mountains and fell to the foot of the mountain. He had already left Longhu and would not return again.

In order to avoid any unexpected trouble, it would be better for him to leave now.

The glazed golden ceiling of the Jade Emperor Hall was emitting a halo of light that varied in brightness. The old Taoist priest seemed to have emerged from the crack of the door threshold and bowed heavily to the one-armed woman.

"Tianshi, there is no need to be polite."

The old Taoist priest was still serious, and he said slowly: "If Master Tongxuan hadn't brought this furnace, this time we would have failed." After that, he put away his hand and said with a smile: "Otherwise, I, with my old bones, don't want to bow down to a junior."

During the conversation, the old Taoist priest turned sideways and raised his hand to invite everyone. The most eye-catching thing in the spacious hall was a three-legged round furnace. It was so huge that it filled up half of the hall and was level with the statue of the Jade Emperor. This was the furnace that Zhou Yitong borrowed from the Holy Emperor.

The mouthless Taotie pattern is facing the gate, as if the sky and earth are its mouth, and its ferocious face is filled with murderous intent.

The main furnace of the army.

In ancient times, Chi You was the military lord. He made five kinds of weapons, smelted copper and iron, and fought with Huang Di in Zhuolu. This furnace is an ancient ritual vessel used to worship Chi You, the military lord.

There were altars on all four sides of the furnace. The Dragon and Tiger Taoists, each holding a token, a long banner and other things, surrounded the furnace. Each of them had white hair and a youthful face. On ordinary days, they were all elusive uncles and seniors. When they saw the old Taoist priest leading Zhou Yitong in, they all bowed respectfully.

Then, all eyes fell on the one-armed woman.

Zhou Yitang did not delay. He swept his hand across the ground and two broken swords appeared before his eyes.

It is exactly like the missing sword.

When everyone saw the sword, their breathing became heavier. Even though it was broken into two pieces, this sword was still one of the most famous swords in the world and had great weight in people's hearts.

Zhou Yitang clapped his hands and said, "Go."

The broken Ruoque sword turned into two streams of light and flew into the furnace, waiting to be recast.

The old Taoist priest bowed to Zhou Yitang again, and then a group of Zhengyi Taoists followed suit.

The one-armed woman did not return the greeting, but simply asked, "How long will it take to recast it?"

The old Taoist priest said slowly, "I have already offered my services to the Lord Lao. When the auspicious time comes, we will start the furnace immediately. It will only take three days."

The one-armed woman nodded and said, "I will only lend you this sword for a while."

A Taoist wanted to argue after hearing this, but the old Heavenly Master raised his hand to stop him, saying, "Master Tongxuan, don't worry. We all know the principle of returning what you borrow. The Ruoque Sword is one of the thousand swords in the Sword Tomb. Even after it is recast, it is difficult for us in the Zhengyi sect to gain its approval. Moreover, it contains the majestic divine meaning of 'Great Perfection but Incompleteness', which does not fit perfectly with our Dragon and Tiger Sword Formation. To be frank... it is a waste of talent to use the sword to fill the gaps in the sky."

Zhou Yitang nodded slightly, as if agreeing with the old Taoist's words.

She glanced at Bingzhulu again, her eyes seemed to be staring at the broken Ruoque sword through a copper wall and iron barrier.

Zhou Yitong has always known that the fate of the Ruoque Sword is to cause the crack of the Heavenly Gate, but this does not mean that the Ruoque Sword is the root cause of the crack of the Heavenly Gate. On the contrary, if the Heavenly Dao is compared to a terminally ill person, what the Ruoque Sword has to do is like scraping the bone to cure the poison, and the sword opens the Heavenly Gate to cut open the rotten flesh.

But the world is unpredictable, and both lives were ruined by human hands.

However, fortune and misfortune are interdependent, yin and yang transform, and good times will come after bad times. Since the Ruoque sword was originally able to cause the Heavenly Gate to crack, after being recast, it can also open the Heavenly Gate and fill the gap in the sky.

In the Jade Emperor Hall, when the altar gradually started to operate, the flames lit up, and the long banners fluttered, the one-armed woman knew that the recasting was about to begin, so she turned around and left. When the figure of Master Tongxuan disappeared, someone climbed up the winding mountain path. The old Heavenly Master knew who it was without even looking, and stepped out of the Jade Emperor Hall to greet him.

Zhao Hun bowed his head, and the old Taoist priest held his shoulders and asked, "Is it done?"

"Prince Yin has already sent the sword that kills evil back to the battlefield," Zhao Hun looked at the scene in the Jade Emperor Palace and asked tentatively, "Master, is the sword of Taisha no longer needed?"

The old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and neither shook his head nor nodded. At this moment, the mountain breeze blew by, and the green leaves overlapped and collided with each other rustlingly. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, as if listening. His long white beard fluttered in the wind, and he looked like an immortal.

Zhao Hun waited quietly.

After a long time, he heard the old Taoist's voice.

"He is still in the territory of Longhu Mountain. The Taisha Sword was given by Laojun and is related to our sect's lineage. Since there is a chance, we must do our best to get it back. Otherwise, once Tongxuan leaves, the sword formation will be incomplete again. Even if Longhu Mountain has two thousand years of heritage, it will not be able to withstand the counterattack of the calamity after killing the immortal in the sky."

The old Taoist's voice was exactly the same, but if one listened carefully, the tone was somewhat different from before. If there were other people present, one would inevitably be suspicious.

Zhao Hu nodded heavily and replied, "I learned from my third junior brother that the people of Lifeng Pavilion have long wanted to kill him and regard him as a thorn in their side. The White Lotus Saints, following the orders of Prince Yin, also want to get rid of him. With the combined efforts of us from Longhu Mountain, he won't be able to take a single step into Jiangxi."

"That's great. I'll leave it to you to arrange it."

Zhao Hun did not move immediately. He moved his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

The old Heavenly Master seemed to see through his thoughts and said with a smile: "Practice diligently and don't be anxious. In the near future, you will be the successor of the Master."

The successor master is the heir of the Heavenly Master. When Zhao Hun heard this, tears welled up in his eyes and he bowed down.

After a long time, another gust of wind blew by. The old Taoist priest was a little dazed and said in surprise: "Zhao Hun, you kid, get up quickly."

Zhao Huan quickly stood up.

The old Taoist priest held him and looked at him for a while, then asked in confusion: "What did I just say to you?"

Zhao Hun repeated the original words and explained them, tactfully omitting the matter of the successor teacher.

The old Heavenly Master's expression changed several times, his brows knitted, and he sighed deeply, "Since there is an order, then it can only be done this way, but I am afraid... if he does the opposite and forces the dragon and tiger, it will be difficult to do it with Master Tongxuan present."

After hearing this, Zhao Hu stood there with a sneer on his face, "Master, you are worrying too much. Apart from other things, all the heroes are at Longhu Mountain to weigh the good and the evil, and to determine who is better. If this evil demon who has committed so many crimes is here, who wouldn't want to... get rid of him as soon as possible?"

...............

The sun is high in the sky.

The scene at the foot of Mount Longhu was bustling with activity. After the siege of the Demonic Abyss, the Heroes' Conference had reached its peak. This morning, countless figures rushed to the square in front of the mountain, waiting for the Heavenly Official to weigh good and evil and decide who would be the heroes to go to Mount Longhu. The square was packed with people.

The town at the foot of the mountain is also bustling with traffic. Countless newly-set up tea and wine stalls on the street, even if they only have a few benches, are doing booming business. The prices of tea and wine are getting higher and higher. A pot of coarse tea is sold for one string of coins. They rip off customers openly but still make a fortune. This is the case for tea stalls set up with rags, let alone teahouses?
There was a man and two women who went to the tallest teahouse in town.

The teahouse was packed with people; even the private rooms had their own owners. The waiter had long been outside the door to stop people from entering, but they were still able to go in. The reason was simple: their martial arts skills were high enough, and they were given too much.

But no matter how much they give, the shopkeeper cannot chase the customers away, so they still have to squeeze into a private room with others.

Every private room in the teahouse is filled with heroes and martial arts masters armed with swords and knives. They can't just share a room with others for no reason. It's a matter of reputation and face, which is sometimes more important than life. So they treat it as a powerful enemy and have to engage in a fierce battle if they want to push the door open.

The winner stays and the loser gives up his seat.

Chen Yi doesn't like fighting and killing, it's better to talk about reason.

Looking around, I found that there was a door wide open, with no cover at all. It seemed like a den of dragons and tigers, a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire. They were not afraid of people breaking in, but only afraid of people not breaking in.

Since someone is waiting for you, how can you not go?

Now there was something to watch. When the heroes in the various rooms saw someone leaping in, they all turned their eyes away and waited with bated breath for the show to begin.

Leading the Yin brothers and the spirit-formed Miss Donggong, Chen Yi pushed the door open and walked in. As soon as he arrived, he sat down and poured himself a cup of tea.

A sea of ​​people walked past the teahouse, and the noise was endless. The place was bustling with people, and the shouting of gamblers on the street was drowned out by the crowd.

The person inside said, "Captain Chen's name is famous no matter where you put it."

Chen Yi poured tea and ignored him.

The young man asked again, "He was once a captain of the Western Factory, and was wanted by the whole country for treason and disrespect. However, countless people chased him but none of them succeeded. This shows that his martial arts skills are superb. Not only that, Su Hongtao, a second-rank official of the court, was unfortunately killed by him. He is really a cruel and vicious person.

Although I have only recently heard of this person, have you not heard of him before?"

"I've heard of it. This Captain Chen has no respect for his elders, is brave and aggressive, greedy for money and lustful. He's nothing but an arrogant and ignorant thief." Chen Yi finally spoke.

"Oh? Really?"

As the young man spoke, he cast a questioning look at the two women beside him.

"good,"

The woman responded:

"However, his Taoist companion Yin Weiying has no desires or requests, and his heart of Tao is clear. If we only talk about the heart of Tao, even if we trace back a thousand years, he is still a rare talent."

Chen Yi narrowed his eyes, said nothing, and just kept track of the accounts silently.

The young man was somewhat surprised and asked, "Isn't this like... a toad eating swan meat?"

"If not, how can it be a good story?" Yin Weiying responded calmly.

The young man nodded in agreement, then his eyes showed a fierce and cold look, with a sneer on his face.

"Since this is such a beautiful story, then it seems that being a pair of doomed lovers is also a good ending."

Chen Yi turned his head at this time and finally looked straight at the person in front of him.

The person looks familiar. I have met him in the Kingdom of God.

Prince Hidden.

Now, that group of fanatical White Lotus Saints, because of the scriptures, only follow his lead.

boom!
The eaves of the house above my head collapsed in an instant, and a sharp cold light pierced through from top to bottom!

But a black shadow flashed in the room, and the next moment the edge of the Taisha Sword was like a swimming dragon. In the next instant, there was another bang, and the killer Zhong Hou from Lifeng Pavilion was stepped to the ground by Chen Yi.

Zhong Hou tried to struggle to get up, but a huge force suddenly hit his back and Chen Yi stepped on him, breaking his spine.

Amidst the shrill screams, Chen Yi raised his eyebrows at Prince Yin and hooked his finger.

Prince Yin clapped his hands and laughed, then slowly stood up, as if he was not in a hurry to take action.

Outside the teahouse at this time,

The noisy sound suddenly rushed straight to the sky, and thousands of figures were flying over the eaves and walls, and the dark shadows rolled towards Longhu Mountain like a torrent. In front of Shangqing Palace, a celestial official with golden light appeared on the clouds, holding a weight in his hand.

Countless heroes have been waiting for many days, eagerly waiting.
it's time,

Weigh good and evil with dragons and tigers!
(End of this chapter)