"Remember, you owe the evil cultivator Red Devil a favor."
On the barren mountain of Nanhuang, Lao Jiang put on a mask with a strange blood-red pigeon painted on it. He said to Dong Xiaorou who was supported by Mo Qiye:
"Master asked someone to save someone, and the money has already been paid. But you have to repay the favor yourself."
"Oh, I see, Master."
Dong Xiaorou lowered her head, responded, and was supported to walk a few steps. She turned back to look at Lao Jiang, who was wearing a blood-stained shirt. She seemed to have guessed what the master was going to do, so she whispered:
"Master, those sword slaves of Kunlun Sect are very powerful. You are just in the True Realm, I am afraid you can't resist them. How about... hide?"
"What?"
Lao Jiang immediately asked back in dissatisfaction:
"Are you looking down on your master? You deserve to be beaten, you traitor!"
He pretended to hit her, and scared Dong Xiaorou so much that she trembled. Mo Qiye was also a smart man. He glanced at Uncle Jiang who had changed his clothes, and whispered:
"Master, I admire you for avenging your disciple, but the fighting style of my Mo family is too unique. I'm afraid that people will recognize us at a glance. Master, do you have any plans?"
"Alas, you still don't understand what it means to come prepared."
Lao Jiang shook his head, and lightly pulled his finger on the storage ring. A magic sword with a cold glow fell into his palm. This sword was a standard sword weapon for sword cultivators.
The sword is three feet and four inches long and three fingers wide. The sword body is covered with cloud patterns and there are seven scorching sun symbols on the sword body. There is a frosted texture around the blade.
The sword guard has a beautiful shape, with an animal head swallowing the blade.
Behind the sword guard, there is a three-inch tassel bead flower, which looks very elegant.
But this thing is damaged.
There was an obvious crack on the front of the sword, making the blade, which should have been round, appear jagged.
Lao Jiang performed some sword moves in a very professional manner, then stood with the sword in his hand amidst the flying blood-stained clothes, striking the posture of a sword practitioner.
He said to the two juniors in front of him:
"Do you really think that I can only make weapons?"
"This... This is the Seven Stars Sword!"
Dong Xiaorou looked at the sword and exclaimed:
"The appearance of this sword is recorded in my family's Qiyao Xifeng Curse Secret Book. It is exactly the same. Legend has it that it was the sword worn by the bitter sea sword immortal 'Cangfeng' five hundred years ago.
Master, how did you…"
"Shh!"
Lao Jiang made a gesture to keep silent, loosened his five fingers, and used the magic of the Five Elements of Gold to make the broken sword revolve around him like a dragon.
He said to Dong Xiaorou:
"Today, I will teach you another truth. In the end, everything in this world is about money. As long as you have money, you can buy everything you want.
For example, your Dong family's ancestor was reluctant to buy a copy of the Seven Stars Cleansing Curse from the Hongyan Society.
But as a teacher I have more money.
So I can buy the original of the Gold Element Killing Technique, and also let the Hongyan Society give me this top-grade magic sword at a discount. Do you understand?
Cultivation is important, and making money is also important.
If you want to be as strong as your teacher, you must first be as rich as your teacher...
Forget it, you are still young and don’t understand this principle.
But it doesn’t matter, you will understand later.
Go ahead.
Go to Yandang Pond to have a good rest, and when the game competition is over, go back to Mo Shuang Mountain immediately.
Don’t worry about the rest.”
Mo Qiye and Dong Xiaorou did not ask any more questions. Led by Shi Liu, they quickly left the place by traveling through the earth veins and returned to Yandang Pond. Lao Jiang turned his head and glanced behind him.
All the clothes Dong Xiaorou had worn before were thrown on this barren mountain cliff.
Old Jiang wore a mask, letting the Seven Yao Swords fly around him, and looked around, emitting divine thoughts. Ever since the Red Moon branch of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree blossomed and bore fruit, the world has awakened again.
Let his divine consciousness now spread out, comparable to the spiritual scan of a cultivator in the Divine Cultivation Realm, and everything within a few hundred feet around him could be seen at a glance.
"Dong Gaogong, you're here now, why are you still hiding it?"
Boss Jiang put his hands on his waist and shouted towards the cliff in front of him:
"It's human nature to worry about your granddaughter's safety. Now that your troubled little girl is out of danger, are you relieved?
We have met before, and now that your granddaughter has become my apprentice, our two families are no longer strangers, so please show yourself and meet me."
"What's his name, Dong Gaogong?"
After Lao Jiang finished shouting, a pair of black and white fish lights appeared and rotated outside the cliff.
An old man wearing a black robe, a ghost mask, holding a ghost-head crutch and bending over in a pretentious manner, walked out of the Yin-Yang fish.
He coughed and said in a hoarse voice:
"Where is the high-ranking Taoist priest here? It is clearly two evil cultivators who are plotting evil deeds. I am the great evil cultivator 'Star Ghost' who is seeking the Dao in the West Sea. Who are you, fellow Taoist?"
"Well, Old Jiang has been practicing for too short a time, but he doesn't know that all of you great masters have small clones."
Lao Jiang laughed and said:
"But Dong Gaogong, please stop pretending. You can't hide your aura as a fortune teller. You can't pretend to be a villain."
"well."
The old man in black in front of him sighed, straightened his back, stopped pretending, reached out and took off the ghost mask on his face, revealing the face of Dong Yao and Dong Gaogong.
He has long gray hair, a serious expression, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and he is also a handsome old man with a calm temperament.
But he was not wearing the Taoist robes of the Qintianyuan high priests that were embroidered with the stars of the sky.
But this face was exactly the same as the face of the monk that Lao Jiang remembered seeing in the City God Temple in Fengyang County.
“When I first met Dong Gaogong, I had been wondering what level of cultivation you were at, Senior. But after I accepted Xiaorou as my disciple, I learned from her that Dong Gaogong was a great man in the realm of seeking the way.
He is the senior who is most proficient in the art of fortune-telling in the Imperial Academy, except for Master Xu. "
Old Jiang bowed with both hands, bowed to the old man in front of him, and said:
"In front of the City God Temple that day, I really didn't recognize Mount Tai.
But you see, Mr. Dong Gao, I saved your granddaughter today and prevented her from suffering a disaster, but now I am going to kill people here to vent my anger on that traitor.
I have come this far, so it shouldn't be too much to ask you a few questions, right?"
"Don't ask, I won't answer."
Dong Gaogong shook his head, twisted his well-maintained beard, and said to Jiang Xia in front of him:
"Master has ordered me not to reveal anything about your affairs at Mo Shuang Mountain. But I can tell you, Fellow Daoist Jiang, that Master has been keeping an eye on you.
Ever since you caused trouble in the Southern Wilderness, you have caught the attention of your master.
But there is no need to worry.
As for your matter, your Lord Mo and my Master have already discussed it thoroughly. "
Seeing Jiang Xia blinking under the mask, Dong Gaogong said mysteriously:
"My Qintian Academy and your Mo Shuang Mountain are absolutely hostile, and if fate does not change, perhaps in a few years, the two families will become one. This is also the reason why the master wants to send Xiao Rou to Mo Shuang Mountain.
My granddaughter is the fate between you and my Qintian Temple. Now her fate has indeed been eliminated because of you, proving that Master's fortune-telling is correct."
"But you must have been checking from the side."
Jiang Xia shook his head and said directly to Lao Gaogong:
"Even if I don't send anyone, Senior Dong, are you going to sit back and watch your granddaughter being defiled by Fang Qingyun?"
"Alas, I can see from the fact that your Mo Jun didn't teach you the art of numerology. "
Dong Yao shook his head and said softly:
"What is fate? If it is said that this is fate, then it cannot be changed.
If my Xiaorou didn't meet someone like you who was born with the Luwu fate, who is not easily persuaded or not afraid of anything, and was destined to face the calamity, and let others stop it, who would have the courage to offend the Kunlun sect?
His sect leader Fang Lu is in seclusion, but he has 3,000 followers under his command, making him a powerful figure. Even if ordinary cultivators have a chivalrous heart, they are no match for the four sword slaves around Fang Qingyun.
And the old man...
If I take action, I can save my granddaughter, but Fang Lu will be immediately attracted and break out.
"My cultivation is all based on fate. If I fight that Jueqing Sword head-on, I'm afraid I'll die. It will also cause the Qintian Academy and Kunlun Sect to become enemies from now on, which will cause chaos in Kumu Realm."
"But your trouble has now become my trouble."
Lao Jiang said very dissatisfiedly:
"I heard that Fang Qingyun's father Fang Lu is trying to reach the Bitter Sea Realm, and he wants to use his son as a sword sacrifice to seek the true meaning of the supreme swordsmanship. You have brought me a bitter sea enemy.
I am just a pure cultivator, what virtue and ability do I have?"
Dong Gaogong did not answer immediately, but took out a strange horoscope, showed it to Lao Jiang, and said:
"When I learned that my granddaughter was about to die, I used thirty years of my life to divine a hexagram. It doesn't matter if you don't understand the hexagram. You just need to know that I divined thirteen hexagrams for Fang Lu, and each hexagram indicated a fatal omen.
So what if he becomes a sea of ​​suffering?
Haven’t there been enough unjust deaths during these years in Kumu Realm?
Daoist Jiang, rest assured to practice, Fang Lu will not bring you any trouble."
"Why don't you ask Dong Gaogong to tell my fortune?"
Boss Jiang thought for a moment and said to the old man in front of him:
"Just like when Master Xu predicted my master's fate, he said that the great calamity would happen this year, and it happened more than two hundred years later. If she hadn't been luckier, I would have to hold a funeral at Mo Shuangshan right now.
From this, it can be seen that the secret method of the Qintianyuan is indeed magical. Old Master, can you tell me when my great calamity will occur? "
"You shouldn't ask me this, fellow Taoist."
Dong Gaogong laughed and said:
"You should ask your Lord Mo. In this world of Kumu Realm, my fortune-telling ability is ranked in the top five at most. The first one is undoubtedly my master, and the second one is your Lord Mo.
You, Luwu, are born with a strong and powerful destiny. If I were to predict your fortune, you would lose at least a hundred years of your life.
Besides, why bother about fate when you just move forward courageously?
The more you fear something, the more likely it will come. It is better to be open and honest and give it a try. Well, Fang Lu's eighteen sword slaves are coming soon, so I have to stay no longer.
This is for you."
Old Dong waved his hand and sent his Yin Yang Fish Jade Pendant to Old Jiang with his spiritual energy. He said:
"This item is not a treasure, but it has miraculous effects. Wearing it can shield you from the secrets of heaven, and no one can use divination to predict your itinerary. Even if you encounter someone who specializes in evil fortune-telling, you can still avoid danger.
But you will be traveling to the West Sea, and there may be many dangers, so be prepared early."
After saying that, Old Man Dong bowed to Old Jiang to thank him for saving his granddaughter. He then turned around and created a stream of light with black and white colors, stepped on it, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.
Jiang Xia stroked the jade pendant in his hand. It was warm and not cold, without any carving, as if it were a natural treasure.
It is indeed as Old Man Dong said, this thing is not a magic weapon.
It should be the crystallization of some kind of natural treasure.
When he looked up, he saw sword lights breaking through the air. Their momentum was majestic and their intention was awe-inspiring, as if eighteen heaven-breaking forces were coming towards him. Even from a thousand feet away, one could feel the chill.
The swordsman's skill is extremely sharp, which can be seen from this.
"So powerful! I'm so scared! As soon as he attacked, there were eighteen sword slaves, each of them is in the God Cultivation Realm. How can I, Old Jiang, handle this?
Oh my god, today is going to be a mess."
Boss Jiang put the jade pendant on his waist with a grunt, then waved his blood-red robe, grabbed with his left hand, and the broken Seven Stars Sword fell into his hand.
He glanced ahead again.
Eighteen spiritual swords were piercing towards him. Lao Jiang shrugged and raised the Soul-Devouring Seal in his hand, as if in provocation.
"Pooh!"
"A master who can't even help his own disciple to vent his anger is too lame. This is the principle that Shi Yan taught me... Besides, he is only in the God Realm, it's not like he hasn't killed anyone before!"