"What kind of trouble?" Li Mu asked directly.
Huang Long said, "The end of the world … Oh, nothing. I was just talking nonsense."
He reacted and hurriedly explained, "Haha, Lord Li, don't mind the nonsense of a country bumpkin. We are very grateful for Lord Li's forgiveness and generous treatment today. Everyone in the Yellow Dragon Tribe is grateful for Lord Li's kindness. We will take our leave first. There are no elite warriors stationed in the tribe. I am afraid that something might happen, so please allow us to go back first."
Li Mu smiled and did not ask further. He changed the topic and said, "Well, but I want to go to the Qinling Mountains to see the Gate of Ancient Ancestors, but I'm alone. I want to ask Chief Huang to borrow two people. I wonder if Chief Huang can give them to you?"
Huang Long's face changed.
"Alone? That's just an excuse."
"The Clear Heart Swordsmanship Sect has so many masters and experts. Why do they need to borrow people from the Yellow Dragon Tribe?"
He wanted to say something more to decline.
Elder Zhou frowned and threatened him rudely, "Why are you talking so much nonsense and dragging your feet?
Is it because my Honor Li is so polite to you that you don't know who you are? Hmm? "
"Well …" Huang Long's heart trembled. He smiled bitterly and hurriedly said, "No, no, no. We dare not disobey Your Honor Li's order. But, may I know who you want to borrow?"
Li Mu smiled and pointed to Huang Yeer and Huang Shu.
…
…
Li Mu was defeated and taken away by the Sword Immortal. No one knew whether he was alive or dead.
Such news had spread all over the world in a few days.
The last image that Luo Liang, the anchor of the Dark Web, sent out before he disappeared could prove that this matter was absolutely true. It was not a hearsay.
At the same time, the image of the Sword Immortal of the East flying across the sky like a meteor shower shocked the whole world.
Especially for many forces in the West, it was a nightmare.
This showed that the hidden power of the ancient eastern country was terrible.
As for the domestic situation, it had gradually calmed down because of Li Mu's appearance and the power of the Cultivators Association. But with Li Mu's disappearance, undercurrents surged again.
Especially the president of the Cultivator Association, he was the happiest.
When he ended his closed-door training, he found out that the association had suffered heavy losses. He was furious beyond words. In the end, he showed up at the ZhongTian Building in Zhengzhou, threatening to rebuild the Cultivators Association and take revenge on Li Mu's family and friends. He was very arrogant.
Some other cultivation forces in other places also began to expand.
More and more cultivation forces surfaced, refusing to be controlled by the government. They raised all kinds of demands and conditions, showing signs of establishing themselves as kings.
At the same time, the famous mountains in the country, such as Mount Hua, Mount Tai, Mount Taihang, Mount Qilian, Mount Kunlun, Mount Tianshan, Mount Huangshan, and many others with a long history, were also undergoing great changes.
These people did not know the laws of the country. They did things their own way and thought that they were infallible. Their thoughts were incompatible with modern society, but they were powerful and could not be disciplined.
Not respecting the laws of the world was already considered a good thing. There were also many people who killed and robbed people and disturbed the public order. They came and went, messing up the country's environment.
There were also some immortal sects that supported agents in the world, wholeheartedly wanting to rule the mortal world.
There were even some who coveted the important treasures of the country and tried to plot against the country.
The affairs of the world were chaotic.
The atmosphere in Baoji City, Shaanxi Province, was tense.
Baoji City was located at the foot of the Qinling Mountains, the dragon vein of the Divine Land. Its urban area stretched from east to west, and the main areas were built along the banks of the Wei River. The scenery was beautiful, and the streets were clean. Before the advent of the great era of cultivation, it had already been a civilized city in the country and one of the top ten livable cities.
After the recovery of the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth, the Spiritual Qi of the Qinling Mountains kept spreading out. Baoji City, which was close to the water, had undergone great changes. The flow of the Wei River had increased greatly. In the urban area, people could see the waterfalls in the towering mountains of the Qinling Mountains from afar. Many spiritual birds and immortal beasts appeared on the streets. They were kind to people, like a paradise.
The scenery became more and more beautiful. The fairyland was like a fairyland.
It was no exaggeration to say that the scenery of Baoji City had suddenly become one of the best in the country.
Moreover, in the past few years, there had been several famous big shots in the cultivation world in Baoji City.
For example, Wang Shiwu and Su Yutong, the Heroic Couple of Guqin and Sword.
The two of them had mysterious origins. They had always lived in Baoji City, and their strength was unfathomable. Once, some foreign cultivators coveted the Spiritual Qi of Baoji City and tried to establish a gang to expand their territory. But they were defeated by Wang Shiwu and his wife. There were also some evil beasts and fairies who committed crimes in Baoji City, but they were dealt with by Wang Shiwu and his wife.
Moreover, because of Li Mu's words, "Those in the cultivation world who dare to climb the mountain of Randeng Temple without permission will be killed without mercy, and those in the cultivation world who dare to act wretchedly in Baoji City will be killed without mercy," for a long time, Baoji City was a pure land in the domestic cultivation world.
Many people in the cultivation world, even in Baoji City, basically lived with their tails between their legs.
But now, the situation was different.
As the video of Li Mu being taken away by the army of Sword Immortals spread, that deterrent force disappeared.
Many cultivation forces began to be eager to take action.
After all, the Spiritual Qi and environment of Baoji City were too perfect. Moreover, after several years of development, it had become more and more mature. It was a perfect place with good Fengshui. Once they could take it as their headquarters, they could guarantee their luck for the next hundreds of years.
Moreover, the news about the Gate of Ancient Ancestors kept spreading. Many sects in the worldlets also began to take action, constantly improving the strategic position of Qinling Mountain, the "Dragon Vein of Huaxia". In this way, as the gateway to Qinling Mountain, the importance of Qinling Mountain became more and more prominent.
A storm was brewing.
Countless forces began to gather in Baoji City.
The secret confrontation was like a mad shark in the undercurrent, which would surface at any time and bring destruction and death.
…
In Jintai Taoist Temple in Baoji City.
A young Taoist in a Yin and Yang Taoist robe slowly rode into the inner yard on a black donkey without any impurities.
"Amitayus Buddha, this temple is destined to be with me. From today on, this Taoist temple will be one of my temporary imperial residences."
Sitting on the back of the donkey, he said with a smile.
"Amitayus Buddha, the inner yard of this temple doesn't receive tourists. Fellow Taoist, where are you from? Why did you break into the inner yard of our Golden Platform Temple?" An old Daoist priest with gray hair led the Daoists of the Golden Platform Monastery to surround the young Daoist priest.
"My hometown is where my heart is at peace."
The young Taoist was very cool.
"This place makes me feel at peace."
…
At night, several white men with strong auras also entered Baoji City.
"Let's find a place to stay and observe the situation. Tomorrow, we'll find the whereabouts of the Guqin and Sword Couple. Although we can't kill Li Mu, we can still avenge our leader Marshall by killing them."
They found an ordinary hotel near the train station of the Golden Platform Temple and stayed there for the time being.
…
A white man with blond hair with wings stood in the clouds in the sky and looked down at Baoji City in the night. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Tut, tut, tut, it's so beautiful. It's simply the holy city of the east. As long as the Garden of Eden is planted here, it can definitely wake up the gods and restore the glory of our race."
His eyes sparkled, and then his gaze fell on the northeast of Baoji City.
"That's a suitable direction. Wait for me to plant the seed of the holy tree."
He flapped his huge white wings and slowly descended.
…
"Hey, Old Wang, go and peel another radish. Add more salt and add some syrup."
In the Randeng Temple, several old men were playing mahjong in full swing. One of them turned his head and shouted to an old man who was practicing boxing under a light bulb hanging on a pine branch.
Soon, a pot of fragrant white radish with sesame oil and syrup was served.
"Haha, it's all the same color. I touched it myself.
I won. "The old faker suddenly pushed the tiles in front of him and stood up, dancing with excitement.
"Wow, you won again? Are you trying to cheat me? "
"That's right. We've played 13 rounds in total, and you've won nine. Master Li, you're unusually lucky today."
These playmates were all old men in their eighties, but they were hale and hearty. Their hair was gray, and their qi and blood were as vigorous as seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys. Their voices were loud, and when they spoke, it was like a thunderclap, full of energy.
The old faker ate a few mouthfuls of sour radish with pleasure, put his hands on his hips, and laughed triumphantly. "Hahaha, this is a technique. You know nothing. I've been in Jianghu for so many years, and I rely on cheating … I rely on my excellent craftsmanship and virtue to win people over. Hurry up, whoever loses will have to do 1,000 push-ups in three minutes. If you can't do it, you'll have to double it. Hahaha."
If others heard this, they would be scared to death.
Even national athletes couldn't do 1,000 push-ups in three minutes. How could these old men in their eighties do it? Their heart blood vessels would burst and they would die of exhaustion.
But when the other three old men heard this, they simply began to do it at the mahjong table.
"Bang, bang, bang."
They moved so fast that they were like high-speed pile drivers. Their bodies moved up and down like a phantom, and the muscles on their arms bulged like iron blocks.
In less than two minutes, the three old men finished it.
They didn't blush or gasp.
The other old men next to them were still sneering. "Hey, Old Wang, you're not in good condition today. You're too slow for 0.07 seconds …"
"Haha, hurry up, the losers get off the stage. It's our turn."
The other old men who were practicing martial arts rushed over. Their speed was like a tornado, and they occupied three mahjong spots.
"Damn, this is life. Why do we have to fight to death? Haha …" The old faker ate a few mouthfuls of sour radish and was extremely intoxicated. He sat down like Dugu Qiubai and began to play mahjong.
After a few times, he suddenly stopped and looked at the dark mountain road outside the temple.
"It seems that some guests have arrived."
The old faker laughed with a shifty-eyed look.
The other old men also stood up and rubbed their hands.
"So late? Is it those weak and boring masters? I, Old Zhang, have a kind hair. Let's get rid of him. " An old man with a bald head but bulging muscles like an Australian kangaroo said in an imposing manner.
The other old men also asked to fight and looked eager to have a try.
They were a group of belligerent old men.
The old faker shook his head and said, "Tonight's idea is a bit tricky. You can't deal with it … Hey, since you're here, just show up. It's boring to hide there stealthily."
Jingle jingle.
A bell rang.
On the mountain road outside the temple, a black donkey walked out of the shadow.
A golden bell was hanging on the neck of the donkey with a red string. It shook when it walked and made a sweet bell sound, which made people feel happy.
A young Taoist was riding on the donkey.
The Taoist seemed to be only 18 or 19 years old. His skin was as white as a woman's. He was handsome and wore a square Taoist hat, a yin-yang Taoist robe, leggings, and cloud boots. He carried two swords, one long and one short, on his back. A silver-threaded horsetail whisk was inserted in the collar behind his neck. He was leisurely and smiled before speaking.
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