Chapter 458 Yueshan
A horse-drawn carriage was moving slowly along the official road.
Du Qiankun held the whip and did the job of a coachman, and he enjoyed it.
After all, he was sure that there was a big shot sitting in the carriage.
Even just some advice on martial arts would benefit him a lot.
Now that the senior wants to go to the East China Sea, how can he not serve him?
Although... this senior would go crazy from time to time, but fortunately it was still bearable.
Inside the car.
Fang Xian opened his eyes, and his original madness receded a little.
He regained consciousness: "Very good... During my madness, I can't move, but I can have someone lead me... Although I can use poison and other means to control the other party, how can that compare to someone's sincere service?"
After observing him for some time, he confirmed that Du Qiankun was a righteous person.
Moreover, he is a little silly and attaches great importance to keeping his promises.
Of course, the other party was not a fool. He must have gone through the famous figures in the magic world in his mind and confirmed that Fang Xian was not that kind of person before choosing to help.
It’s a pity that Du Qiankun didn’t know that Fang Xian’s claims to be a righteous master were all just pretending.
He is the White Tiger Demon Lord!
"Yueshan County? I'm on my way to the East China Sea, why not take a look..."
Fang Xian was secretly calculating, he was running out of time.
To be honest, I don’t have any feelings for the descendants of these acquaintances.
It's okay to meet them on the way, but it's impossible to make a special trip just for them.
Suddenly, an illusion appeared before Fang Xian's eyes.
Well, for a madman, it is very normal to have split personality or hallucination memory.
But this time is clearly different.
He saw the fire, the sea…the fishing village.
There is even a group of aliens that are very similar to the Scaled People!
They called and jumped, as if performing some kind of ritual.
A bloody "human pillar" was pushed into the sea.
From the depths of the sea, 'I' poked my head out. It was one huge snake head after another, with eyes the size of tea bowls, and their tails twisted together to form a ball of smooth flesh.
Above the meat mass, there are some horrible lumps, some of which are scaly, some are like tumors, and are full of pollution, chaos and madness.
The huge flesh mass with eight snake heads was hidden in the indescribable deep darkness. There seemed to be invisible tentacles extending into the distance all around it, bringing a creepy atmosphere.
It is devouring the sacrifice, it is craving madly, calling back its own name.
'No... that's me.'
"But if I really let it find its own name, I'm afraid I will have to face the troubles of schizophrenia during the limited time I have left..."
Fang Xian pressed his forehead and suddenly sneered : "I found you... As expected, you are in the East China Sea."
After all, his madness came from the same source, so it was quite normal for him to occasionally sense some images.
At this moment, he suddenly felt something again.
It was another place, seemingly inside a palace.
He saw Jiang Yuhe, who had become much younger, and a woman dressed in gorgeous clothes but already very old.
The other person stared at Jiang Yuhe, with no trace of concealment in his eyes about the greed.
"The moths have laid their eggs...next season will surely bring a bountiful harvest!"
Fang Xian murmured and said something.
Outside the carriage, Du Qiankun was no longer surprised.
There's no need to be surprised when a half-crazy grandmaster occasionally blurts out some strange words, right?
…
The carriage slowly drove into Yueshanjun County City.
"Senior, the main building of Golden Wind and Rain Tower is ahead."
Du Qiankun opened the car curtain and said softly.
At the same time, he looked at the quiet tall wooden building and felt very regretful.
In the storytellers' mouths and in the vernacular novels, shouldn't it be perfect time for some villains to appear on the scene, giving the senior masters a chance to display their power?
However, this childish thought only flashed through his mind before Du Qiankun forgot about it, and even found it a little funny.
The real world of martial arts is obviously different from the world of martial arts in vernacular novels.
"Xiao Du, let's say goodbye here..."
Fang Xian smiled and handed over a book: "Here is a martial arts book, which I wrote casually when I was free. It will be your reward for your hard work during this period of time."
“This…” Du Qiankun was a little embarrassed, but he took it and opened the first page, and couldn’t take his eyes away: “The method of entering Taoism through martial arts?”
His mouth opened wide, like a toad struck by lightning: "This... is this a Taoist book?"
Originally, the Xinwu Kingdom respected martial arts, but after being incorporated into the Shushan Fairyland, everyone knew that warriors were nothing but low-class people.
The ones who are truly high above are the immortals who live forever!
If you want to become an immortal, you must possess a Taoist book!
Even Rushi Temple and Qingyuan Palace do not have this.
A true Taoist book should at least be able to cultivate magical powers, allowing an ordinary person to truly become a cultivator.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard the warriors try, there seems to be a natural chasm between their innate true energy and magic power.
Du Qiankun's hands were shaking, as if he was holding a golden bridge.
If this is true and the news leaks out, he feels that the currently peaceful world will immediately be plunged into a bloody storm.
"It's just the first step, a little trick to condense martial arts true energy into magic power... It's nothing... I hope you can carry it forward, and then find out the martial arts talisman seeds, condense martial arts magical powers, and perhaps you can find a way out for the warriors of Xinwu Country..."
Fang Xian's voice was still there, but his figure had disappeared.
"God...God..."
Du Qiankun was stunned. He was speechless. Suddenly he knelt down and kowtowed three times towards the carriage.
…
Jinfengxiyu Tower, Zushi Hall.
Although it was his first time here, Fang Xian felt somewhat familiar with the regulations.
Perhaps it is because these descendants, when constructing, tend to prefer the layout of the main building?
In short, Fang Xian easily found the place where the ancestors of all generations were enshrined in the Jinfengxiyu Tower. He stepped on the broken sunlight and opened the old wooden door.
As a theoretically important place, in reality the defense of the Patriarch's Hall is far inferior to that of the warehouse and the place where secret books are stored.
At this moment, Fang Xian pushed the door open and walked in as if no one was around, and no one jumped out to stop him.
He looked at the densely packed spirit tablets, most of which he didn't recognize, and went straight to the second floor.
Among the important tablets enshrined here, I finally found a few names that I was familiar with: Yu Longjiao, Yu Xiaohu...
And, of course, his own.
"I don't know what expression to have when I see my own tablet..."
"Ancestor worship, inheritance..."
Fang Xian looked at this scene and fell into deep thought.
He might be able to help Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower regain its dominance over the world, but with the passage of time and years, what would be left?
"Perhaps an everlasting bloodline is a better choice?"
