Fu Canglu

Chapter 473 This world is really boring

"I heard that there is a girl in Holy Island who can carve seals and transmit magic circles."

After seeing His Royal Highness accepting the wooden bun, the elder brother said softly, "The sky is too far away, and going back and forth is very troublesome. If possible, I would like to ask her to make a magic circle for me so that I can save some time."

His Highness was slightly taken aback: "Qingli?"

Speaking of the left envoy of the Great Brightness of the Holy Island, Yi Xiao immediately thought of the Lord of the Great Brightness Palace who came out after a long wait.

"The few people from the Holy Island haven't left the South China Sea yet." Eldest Brother glanced at His Highness, and said with a smile, "The youngest high-end fighters in the entire Holy Island are all in the South China Sea. It seems that they are waiting for someone to recover from illness?"

Yi Xiao was a little confused, reacted for a while, and subconsciously said: "Waiting for me?"

Li Changge nodded: "I can sense Jian Zongming's sword energy."

Eldest brother was a little bit perplexed, and frowned: "His current state is ridiculously high, pressing Dugu and refusing to get out of the sheath. If I were him instead, there would be nothing left to miss in the Central Plains, so I might as well go out to sea."

His Highness pursed his lips.

The elder brother kept his composure and said calmly: "Your soul is already very strong, now that you have been 'awakened', and you are firmly seated at the No. A person like Zong Ming will definitely not care about the position of the master of the holy island."

His Royal Highness smiled wryly: "Holy Island has long wanted to call me back, take a trip to Wulao Mountain, and the title of young master of Holy Island should be considered secure. It's just that I'm really not interested in these things."

The big brother's eyes are a little subtle.

The little highness said seriously: "I don't want to get involved in any of the world's affairs here, I just want to be alone."

The elder brother smiled softly, "Countless people in this world have robbed their heads for fame and wealth, but they can't get what they want. You don't want to be involved in it, but you are haunted by it, and you can't be idle. Your three identities: Qi Liang Crown Prince , Young Master of the Holy Island, any evildoer in the world is enough to envy the world."

His Highness also laughed: "Isn't this the so-called not getting what you want? Life is not what you want in this world. If you ask for something, you will get it."

His Highness suddenly restrained his smile.

The elder brother stopped laughing.

The two looked at each other silently.

The crown prince of Qiliang, the young master of the holy island, and the evildoers of the world, if they are taken out, they are enough to envy the world.

Not bad at all.

But if anything is missing, Yi Xiao is already dead.

If you want to be free, you have to live first.

His Royal Highness's words sound a bit suspicious of "getting cheap and being good", but it is actually the truth.

Rolling and crawling, life and death are on the line, and it is difficult, which is not enough for outsiders.

His Highness smiled lightly and said: "I won't take over the booth of Shengdao. The four quasi-monsters outside have been cultivating in Shengdao for many years, fighting for a place. I am a foreigner with no desires. During the year of cultivating in the Great Darkness Sacred Mountain, it is a bit too much to have to compete with them for the seat of the Sacred Island after swallowing so many of their resources."

His Highness paused for a moment: "Jian Zongming is the master of the Great Bright Palace. I will ask him to bring Qingli to the South China Sea and leave a teleportation formation for you. This is just a little effort, not a big deal."

Li Changge patted His Royal Highness on the shoulder: "Take care of Junior Sister."

His Highness was slightly startled, looking at Li Changge's gentle smile.

The two said the same two words in unison.

"Thank you."

time flies.

The little highness and the elder brother lie on the bed on weekdays. Although the bed is small, it has become a habit to be crowded. The two discuss kendo and exchange ideas every day. They don't feel that the time is too difficult to bear. With a lot of benefits, he recovered very quickly, and in less than three days, he was kicked out of this bed by young master Xiaotao, which has a great effect on nourishing the soul.

Qingshi and Ye Shisan also suffered severe trauma to their souls during the South China Sea Holy Meeting.

Qingshi is okay, he lost to Ye Shisan in the battle of spirit and soul, but fortunately, half of the soul was hidden in the stele of Liuxian, and it was a blessing in disguise, but it was Nanhai Taoist. His Highness's soul was shattered in the purple mansion, and he even fell out of the realm of evildoers.

Before leaving, His Royal Highness patted the little monk Qingshi on the shoulder with a strange expression.

The days of sharing the same bed with the elder brother have come to an end.

Now, it is the beginning of Qingshi's new life with a certain "big brother".

Happiness, happiness, longing, all kinds of emotions like these can be vaguely seen on the faces of the two evildoers who are still able to glow after being traumatized.

Fate, amazing.

Outside the cabin.

There are two groups of people outside the cabin.

A group of people from Qiliang who survived the devastation in the wasteland were scattered and recuperated. They did not return to Qiliang's mountain, but followed behind a purple-clothed woman with a long and narrow scabbard in her arms. Honestly, I waited outside this wooden house for three days and three nights.

The other group is the Holy Island camp headed by the owner of the Great Bright Palace. Including Wang Zhi, there are a total of four young quasi-monsters standing beside Jian Zongming, and more than a dozen tall and thin men in black linen robes The shadows were lined up one by one, with the waist tags with the words "Five Elders" on them tied around their waists.

Wulaohui.

The eyes of His Royal Highness and Wei Lingshan intertwined, and they understood each other.

The princess nodded.

The Soul Cultivation Couch in the wooden house is very effective in nourishing the soul, but when cultivating the soul, remember the hustle and bustle. Wei Lingshan came to wait outside this room for three days and three nights. No one dared to make the slightest sound.

And the group of people on Holy Island is even more terrifying.

The master of the Great Bright Palace randomly found a place and sat down, put Dugu on his knees, closed his eyes, he was like a rock settled down, and did not open his eyes until the little highness came out of the room, and slowly stood on his knees get up.

The four quasi-monsters behind him, two men and two women, didn't say a word, their eyes all stayed on the Dugu.

What makes people feel creepy is the eighteen tall and thin figures in black robes.

Not only the clothes, height, posture, and temperament, but even the details of the actions are all the same, and there is no difference.

For the visitors to the Holy Island, the four quasi-monsters arrived first, and then the eighteen black robes arrived.

The princess only felt that the aura of the eighteen black robes was too sinister, and his cultivation level was obviously not high, but it was palpitating.

Like dead grass, like dead ashes.

Pale complexion.

The Lord of the Great Bright Palace stood up, tied Dugu around his waist, glanced around calmly, and waved to His Royal Highness without saying anything. a road.

Yi Xiao said softly, "Wait for a moment."

Wei Lingshan nodded.

"These eighteen black robes are a gift from the Holy Island to the future master."

Jian Zongming chose a quiet path in the South China Sea, and walked in the mist of the fairy island. The winding mountain road was full of fairy air.

His Highness hummed lightly.

He saw that the eighteen black robes were similar to Zhong Er's string control technique, and the waist badge of "Five Elders" was printed on the waist, which was absolutely extraordinary.

The future owner of Holy Island.

The Lord of the Mountain once said that those who are qualified to ascend to this position must either transcend the ninth rank, or be truly included in the category of evildoers.

In today's world, it is not too difficult to surpass the ninth rank.

And a mountain of the Demon Sect in the world needs a truly amazing master in the great world, and the green wood sword embryo Wang Zhi, the young geniuses of the other four holy mountains are not qualified to be that person who will carry the tripod.

If you only talk about qualifications, your Highness is enough.

Jian Zongming, the master of the Great Bright Palace, is more than enough.

Jian Zongming laughed softly: "I heard that you slaughtered two thousand Jia in the Dayi Mountains."

When he said this sentence, there was a smile in his voice, but there was no smile in his words.

His Highness nodded.

"The eighteen black robes, in terms of combat power, I can dismantle them with a sword at the ninth-rank realm." Jian Zongming said calmly: "But there are some things that one person can't do. So this is something reserved for the future master of the Holy Island , There are some things they can do for you."

The world is not fair, the most taboo is cause and effect.

One sword can tip rivers, lakes and seas, but it cannot tip a thousand men.

His Highness understood what Jian Zongming meant.

If there were those eighteen iron-like black robes following him, the Daji Mountain Range would not have required him to charge and kill himself to commit such a crime.

This kind of dead thing is cast by people, and it needs to consume a lot of resources to simply stack the body. The thing that is against the sky is what Jian Zongming said "do it for you".

The word "dai labor" represents catastrophe, and it is the punishment of overstepping due to cause and effect.

Demon cultivators who are contaminated with catastrophe, if the Five Elders of the Holy Island are willing to lend these dead things, it is by no means a problem to resist the general thunder catastrophe.

Jian Zongming said softly: "I owe the mountain master a favor, but the seat on Holy Island is not suitable for me."

"When I have reached my realm, I will not be moved by what price the five elders will offer." The Lord of the Great Brightness Palace said with a soft smile: "Cause and effect are like floating clouds to me, and those old monsters are anxious to find a huge resource. Your successor, the most suitable person now is you."

His Highness was a little perplexed.

He asked softly: "With you sitting on the holy island, why should they be so eager to choose the next owner of the holy island?"

Jian Zongming was silent.

Let alone lethality.

Li Changge, who held "karma" and smashed the soul of Yincheng's city lord, raised his sword and dropped it, and the No. 1 soul in the world was shattered. With such killing power, he can already be regarded as the second in the world.

With this "Sword Immortal" or even "Great Sword Immortal" who was born ten years earlier, the Lord of the Great Brightness Palace sits in charge, the Holy Island is almost as powerful as a tiger swallowing thousands of miles.

Jian Zongming didn't speak.

He glanced at the little Highness meaningfully.

The two of them kept a delicate silence and walked for half a stick of incense all the way. At the end of the mountain road, there was a gurgling water, extending to a lake.

Jian Zongming stopped.

His Royal Highness heard him say: "The Qi of the Central Plains is rising, and the world is full of monsters."

This sentence is accompanied by a sense of depression.

"Walking for 16 years, seeing all kinds of people, there are only a few who can afford a sword, and almost none who can let go of a sword. Only when you pick it up and put it down, can you be regarded as a swordsman."

"There are only ten sword cultivators in the Central Plains."

"If Li Changge had been born ten years earlier, this river and lake would still be interesting to me."

Jian Zongming paused: "I'm waiting for someone now."

"Only that person is worthy of my sword."

"I won't wait too long, at the latest a year, this Dugu will come out of its sheath by itself."

The Lord of the Great Light Palace smiled: "Who cares what the holy island will look like after it is unsheathed?"

Standing in front of the lake, he stomped his feet slightly without exerting any force, and the lake exploded. There was a person formed purely from water droplets, carrying a tripod with both hands, and two large flags flying behind him, blurred like a mirror image.

All the scenes are fleeting in the explosion of water vapor.

Jian Zongming stared blankly at the figure of the man disappearing in the mist, wondering what he was thinking.

After a long time, he murmured: "This river and lake is really boring."

(End of this chapter)