The world-renowned Mr. White Lotus was still reading the book. If there were other people around, they would think that this scholar had buried his head in the book. It was a funny scene.
Back then, during the battle at the Spring God Lake, Zhao Ningshen invited the ancestors of Mount Longhu, but his golden body was still broken. However, after Zhao Ningshen's realm fell, he resolutely decided to go into a life and death seclusion to cultivate the Dao Arts of the Jade Emperor Pavilion, which was as famous as the Wudang Great Yellow Court. Finally, he broke through and stood up again to condense his fate. The Purple Golden Lotus in the Dragon Lake bore a natal bud. In the future, as long as Zhao Ningshen carefully nurtured it, he might be able to ascend like his grandfather Zhao Xiyi and his father Zhao Danxia. He might even have a higher rank and complete the magnificent feat of ascending on the dragon. Therefore, this time, Zhao Ningshen destroyed his own Purple Gold Lotus and guided the Ten Thousand Miles Sword to break Xu Fengnian's fate. He was destroying both jade and common stone. Otherwise, with Qi Jiajie's sword strength, he wouldn't be able to fly from Dongyue Sword Lake to Wudang Mountain in the northwest.
Zhao Ningshen's body swayed and fell to the ground. He murmured, "Along the way, I kept telling myself that it was for the sake of the Central Plains' orthodoxy, for the people of Liyang, and at least for the thousand-year inheritance of the Celestial Master's Mansion in Dragon Tiger Mountain. But in the end, it was just for my own selfish reasons. I wanted to solve the inner demon of my defeat at Spring God Lake."
Bai Yu walked to the young Taoist with a book in his hand and said softly, "Ordinary people bully others, Immortal people bully heaven and earth. It's not hard, but it's easy to deceive yourself. It's always easy to say it's easy, but it's hard to say it's hard."
He bent down and put his hand on the young Taoist's shoulder. He said softly, "Ningshen, don't blame yourself. Since you've passed this hurdle, you should cherish it more. As for me, I won't be able to pass this in my life. I don't want to be like Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who can't get out of Mount Hui. In the future, you and I will be Senior Brothers. You can cultivate in peace on the mountain, and I can be Zhang Julu at the foot of the mountain, or Xun Ping, who died before achieving victory. It doesn't matter anymore. "
The man from the Taoist Master Mansion, who was personally bestowed the title of Mr. White Lotus by the late emperor of Liyang, squints his eyes and looks into the distance, "My eyes are not good. Unfortunately, I can't see how magnificent that sword is."
Zhao Ningshen looked into the distance and said bitterly, "Then I'll take a look for you."
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At the Green Mule Ferry at the west end of Bailu Lake, under the tight escort of the Qingzhou Navy, one hundred thousand Nanjiang elite troops began to methodically cross the river. This was undoubtedly a huge project, but the Qingzhou Navy that was temporarily under the command of the King of Jing An, Zhao Xun, was cautious and conscientious. They won the approval of the Qingzhou Navy, including the general of Nanjiang, Wu Zhongxuan, and changed their bad impression of the Qingzhou Navy that was said to be an embroidered pillow. However, the young vassal king who assisted the Southern Border army in crossing the river did not have much interaction with that Great General Wu. They had only met at the banquet for the Southern Border generals. However, that night, as long as there were prostitutes in Xiang Fan City and even the entire Qing Province, almost all of them were invited to the Qing Province Navy's ship. The King of Jing An, Zhao Xun, also had the elegant title of Rouge Prince in the literary circle of Qingzhou.
On the ship that had quietly withdrawn all of the Qing Province Navy soldiers, a man and a woman stood at the door to the cabin. They looked at the middle-aged scholar who had been sitting cross-legged for a long time. Earlier, they had watched him inexplicably place down a white bowl and then toss in a stone. The young man was wearing a brocade robe and a jade belt. He was elegant and elegant. The graceful and moving woman also took off her hat after boarding the ship, revealing a face that could make the old Qingzhou Faction's bigwigs dumbfounded. The woman and the concubine Pei Nanwei who accompanied the old King to the underworld were eighty percent similar in appearance and seventy percent in spirit!
The woman frowned and said, "Prince, that light just now was … … Sword Qi?"
The King of Jing An, Zhao Xun, said helplessly, "You're asking me? Ai, with my mediocre skills. "
She didn't pretend to be a mature woman or a shy girl. She didn't even want to smile. She just slightly raised the corner of her mouth.
No matter how many times Zhao Xun saw this kind of cold expression, he still felt a rush of excitement. The rising young Vassal King of the Liyang Dynasty held her hand without saying a word.
A man in a white robe walked out of the cabin and passed by the two people. He walked to the side of the gray-haired scholar and glanced down.
He saw that in the white bowl, there was a thin white line cutting through the water.
The middle-aged scholar waved his hand and the bowl disappeared. He slowly got up and walked to the railing with the man in the white robe. He looked around and said with emotion, "Eight hundred miles of Spring God Lake, in addition to the Guangling River, there are four rivers flowing into it. What a magnificent and boundless place. Even the villagers who have lived by the lake all their lives wouldn't think that the Spring God Lake is actually withering day by day like an old man past his prime. But the White Reed Lake under our feet is like the scene of the young man gradually turning into the prime of his life. It will become more and more vast and eventually become the biggest lake in the world. Huang Longshi once said that the fate of the world is predetermined, but it doesn't stop moving. The land is the master and the water is the guest. If you don't keep it, you can't get it. "
The handsome man in the simple white robe didn't comment.
The Confucian scholar smiled and said, "For the sake of the fate of Li Yang and Northern Liang, Qi Jiajie had no choice but to give up his lifelong ambition. He abandoned Chang Wu and went to the Sword Pool of Dongyue to seek a sword. After Qi Lianhua created havoc in the Imperial Astronomer of Great Peace City, Li Yang had no choice but to gather all the remaining Qi cultivators of the Northern Supporting Dragon Sect at the Sword Pool. They used their lives as the price to inject their essence, blood and spirit into the sword furnace. Such a big movement was just an extravagant hope to shatter that person's newly obtained fate. Thinking about it, the Zhao family of Liyang was indeed aggrieved. Thousands of scholars died and the Jianghu people flooded in. Then there was the Lotus Peak debate. Even the two famous Daoists of Huainan and Jiangnan flocked there. This was the attitude of the whole world. Seeing that Beiliang didn't follow the rules, the person sitting on the dragon throne in Great Peace City couldn't come up with a good solution. To be honest, if I didn't add fuel to the fire, Qi Jiajie and the others wouldn't have succeeded. "
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