Yuan Zuozong bent down to pick up a piece of burning charcoal from the stove and gently crushed it. He said indifferently, "The hermit who told me about this said that Liu Songtao joked before he died that he would never live forever. So, he did some evil things in a hurry. He thought that he was doomed in his previous life, so why not be a good person? Although I guessed that it was most likely an excuse given by the later generations, it really didn't feel good when I heard it. Originally, these words should have been passed down by sages to warn the world. However, it was said by a devil who killed people like scything flax. It served them right that the land immortals of that generation of Jianghu couldn't attain Dao. If I lived in the same life as Liu Songtao, I would kill a few more for him. "
Hsu Fengnian sneered, "No wonder my master said that the King of Hell laughed at the people in the world of the living."
Yuan Zuozong poured a cup of wine and drank it in one gulp. This peerless general who was even more pure than the villain Chen Zhibao in Northern Liang looked at the empty cup and murmured to himself, "Adoptive father has a clear conscience since he was able to reach this stage today. Yuan Zuozong is only a martial artist. He doesn't even think about managing the country and bringing peace to the world. In these years, he has seen many filthy people and matters in Northern Liang, but he still watches with folded arms. He only hopes that after Foster Father leaves, there will be one person who can stand up. As long as he stands on the Liangmang border, the Northern Mang cavalry won't dare to take a step south. "
Hsu Fengnian shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't do it."
Yuan Zuozong smiled, "It's enough for me to live up to the name of Beiliang."
Hsu Fengnian suddenly said, "I don't know why. After I came back from Beimang, I often had the same dream. Standing on a high place, I saw millions of dead people in armor rushing towards me. Behind them were millions of Underworld Warriors. There was a big flag on the tree next to me. It wasn't Xu, but Qin. "
Yuan Zuozong said helplessly, "It's okay to fight in a battle. But I can't interpret dreams."
Hsu Fengnian didn't want to make a fuss over nothing. He smiled and said, "Second Brother Yuan, let's talk about the future steps of the Beiliang army."
Yuan Zuozong laughed heartily, "Then I'll need a few more pots of wine."
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On Zhulu Mountain, the broken spear Wang Mao, who ranked ninth in the New Martial Arts Ranking, was standing on the top of the mountain. The strong wind at the edge of the cliff slapped his cheeks hard. Beside him sat an ordinary-looking short man. The latter had always been like this. He would never stand if he could sit. As a young nobleman of one of the two royal families of Beimang, he had become a Level One master at a young age along with the fat lady who was also a relative of the royal family. They had become the top martial artists after Murong Baoding in the royal family of Beimang. The reason why Wang Mao followed the female devil to the Central Plains of Liyang was that he had lost to her. It was not strange that the ninth in the world lost to the fourth in the world who had fought with Đồng Thái and Tuoba. However, if he were Wang Mao, he would definitely not admit defeat. The reason why he had shamelessly come to the south was because he had heard that there was a young man younger than him who had made a trip to their Northern Mang, and had even slaughtered the Fifth Raccoon. He felt that no matter what, he should kill a Finger Profound Realm expert in Li Yang to vent his anger. That bloated woman who was fatter than him, and even more damnable, who was two heads taller than him, always mocked him for only having the ability to be a tyrant at home. He only thought about how to make a name for himself here, so that he could make that woman obediently admit defeat when he returned.
The short young man crossed his arms and asked seriously, "Wang Mao, do you think Luo Yang can stop that crazy monk?"
Wang Mao exhaled a long breath, "Fifty-fifty."
The young man glanced at Wang Mao, "The Sixth Jewel Master of Mount Lantuo is only at the Grand Vajra Stage, which is not even considered complete. He is still far from Li Dangxin who is truly at the Invincible Vajra Stage. How can this monk be so powerful? Luo Yang almost ruined the good thing that Tuoba had been brewing for twenty years in the Northern Icefield. Obviously, compared to the battle with Đồng Thái in Dunhuang City, Luo Yang's strength had gone up another level. For someone like her, not to mention climbing up a level, even lifting her foot would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens. Since she has already reached such a level, how can the odds of victory still be fifty-fifty? "
Wang Mao smiled, "If we can stop her, the Demon Sect's leader will fight and the world will know. If we can't stop her, we can wait for Wang Xianzhi to leave the city before we leave Liyang. "
The young man sighed, "Then it's better to stop her."
Both of them knew that the number one demonic cultivator in Beimang, Luo Yang, had become the tenth leader of the Demon Sect, but they didn't know that the person Luo Yang was going to stop was the former ninth leader.
The grandeur of this battle might not necessarily lose to the battle between Wang Xianzhi and Li Chungang on the Eastern Sea.
The muddle-headed young mad monk not only knew his own name, he also knew that he was really crazy. When he killed people, he had no regrets. He only felt that these people deserved to die. When he thought about the cause and effect, he had a splitting headache. It was so painful that he almost wanted to roll on the ground. He knew that he was crazy, so he couldn't help crying and laughing along the way. Every time he passed a place and saw a person, he quickly forgot that place and that person. Every time he wanted to stop and look back, he couldn't do it. It was as if he was supposed to travel to the west, but he went east. The Buddhist country was in the west, but he went in the opposite direction. In the end, he went further and further away. With only a trace of clarity left, he only wanted to know what he had put down in the west and what he had to pick up in the east. A useless song evolved from four words to more than a hundred words. He didn't memorize it, but he could always blurt it out.
Mad monk might have forgotten, but the Jianghu of the Central Plains was already in a state of panic. Other than the world-famous white-robed monk who tried to stop the young monk, Wu Liuding, the current sword crown of the Sword Tomb of the Wu family, tried to stop the young monk with a sword. Mad monk crashed into him and scattered his sword momentum. Then he ran faster than the Wu family's sword. After that, the most outstanding young Celestial Master of the Dragon Tiger Mountain, Zhao Ningshen, also made a move. The monk and the Celestial Master faced each other face to face, but they didn't collide. The monk kept his head down and ran forward. Zhao Ningshen, who was rumored to be the reincarnation of the first Celestial Master of the Mansion of the Celestial Master, retreated at the same time. After 80 miles, Zhao Ningshen stepped aside and let the mad monk continue to move forward while laughing. Zhao Ningshen quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices.
The whole Jianghu was afraid of the monk's imposing manner.
At the bank of a big river, the mad monk stopped. Just like when he sensed the white-robed monk Li Dangxin, he grinned and then squatted down. He scooped up a handful of water and lowered his head to stare at the muddy water in his palm. He was like an ordinary person who held boiling water and hurriedly sprinkled it on the ground. He stood up and looked around blankly.
At that moment, the young monk's face was full of tears. He asked himself, "I'm here. Where are you?"
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