Chapter 1565: The Plan Is in the Xu Palace, the Plan Is in the Understanding, the Change Is Unchanging and the Sky Is Changing

quiet!

Extremely quiet!

In a room that was so dark that only a little light came through the window cracks, which could vaguely illuminate the floating mist. Two large barrels were placed side by side, and the steaming heat evaporated the pungent smell of medicine.

"cough……"

Not long after, a cough broke the silence, and the sound of bubbles spitting out from the medicine barrel on the right came out:

"As expected, Bai Zhou took action and committed suicide."

"It can be seen that Bazun knows that he does not want to cooperate, and Xu Xiaoshou does not want to cooperate either."

"Most of the creatures in this world are like this. Between the choices of one and two, they always want to make a third choice."

"As everyone knows, they can never escape the fate of heaven."

There was a splash of water, and the liquid medicine splashed out of the barrel turned into paper cranes after falling to the ground.

After the paper crane moved forward on the ground for a certain distance, it was spread out into a blank square paper, unable to be spread on the ground.

A figure emerged from the medicine barrel.

He turned to the left and placed his hands on the edge of the barrel, as if he wanted to support the weight of his body and raise his head.

To no avail.

He could only hang himself by his armpits first and let his upper body flow down naturally. When his waist was stuck on the edge of the wall, his upper body was as soft as paper and fell to the outer wall of the barrel.

When his head was about to hit the ground and stop, he said with a smile:

"You think so?"

Bobo…

A few blisters were also spit out from the medicine bucket on the left, and a perfect face with icy muscles and jade bones slowly emerged from the water.

Just when he brushed his wet hair with his hands like this, his cheeks became more pink and delicate than the skin of a human baby.

Dao Qiongcang pushed his long hair back and forward over his left chest, took a deep breath of hot air full of medicinal fragrance, with a look of intoxication on his face, closed his eyes and sighed:

"The Southern Territory is indeed a fertile land..."

On the right side, the limp figure folded on the edge of the medicine bucket smiled again:

"According to your vision, the most enchanting Tianjihua has bloomed all over the mountains and plains in the sinful land of the Southern Territory."

"Fertile soil."

"Oh yes, there was a slip of the tongue... The fertile soil of the Southern Territory."

The room was quiet for a while, and then the soft man asked again: "Have you met the Chief Saint Slave?"

"Yes, we have been together for a while, and we get along well..." Dao Qiongcang thought for a moment, opened his eyes and smiled, "It's very harmonious."

"Are they going to Xuyue Gray Palace?"

"Exactly."

"They went to Xuyue Gray Palace once before. Palace Master Baizhou was still wary and did not agree to cooperate. Now that Palace Master Baizhou is not here, they still go to Xuyue Gray Palace..."

"Very good, what's the reason?"

The soft man paused for a moment. Seeing that the question was fruitless, he could only say: "I guess they plan to do the following."

"Hahaha……"

Dao Qiongcang laughed, waved his hands for a long time and said: "Don't use these four-character words in the future... The plan of the Eight Masters is really to get along with the main war faction and the conservative faction first, so as to force Bai Zhou to bow his head."

"Why, don't they have a master?"

"You have to think from this perspective. He, the Eight Masters, has already failed once. This time, no accident is allowed to happen, and I, Xu Xiaoshou..." Dao Qiongcang narrowed his eyes, "It was too unexpected."

"so?"

"So when we meet again, he must be fully confident, divide all the constraints equally, and get back the city he lost more than thirty years ago."

After a pause, Dao Qiongcang shook hands and said, "How can something tied by a rope be as sure as something held in the hand?"

After speaking, Dao Qiongcang seemed to be unaccustomed to saying something so clearly.

Looking at the fist clenched in the air, a look of hatred soon appeared on his face. He puffed up his chest fiercely, punched his fist, and stood up from the medicine bucket:

"This time..."

His momentum suddenly stopped.

After putting the exposed thumb inside his fist, he continued to shout passionately into the air:

"I will take back all that I have lost!"

"..."

The closed room was embarrassingly quiet.

Dao Qiong's peripheral vision glanced at the soft man who could only stare at the wall of the barrel in a daze. He pursed his lips and sat back in the liquid in a depressed manner.

"Situ..."

no respond.

Dao Qiongcang paused: "Nangong has skills!"

"Huh?" The soft man then reacted, as if he wanted to raise his head, but he didn't seem to have the strength as he was still half-immersed in the bucket.

"I also want to go to Xuyue Gray Palace. Do you think the Eight Masters have left there?"

"Maybe?"

"Don't you know how to count?" Dao Qiongcang was annoyed, "When you came to the fertile soil of the Southern Territory, have you also been infected with the decadent will here?"

"Well……"

"Are you a goose too?"

The soft man who was called Nangong Youshu really didn't know where he offended Dao Qiongcang. He slipped back into the medicine like a snake and said, "I came to the Southern Territory, but I was never idle for a moment."

Dao Qiongcang didn't have time to open his mouth and continued to curse.

Nangong Youshu emerged from the liquid and handed over a roll of crumpled, dry paper: "This is a propaganda leaflet."

Dao Qiongcang raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"It was stained with the storyteller's saliva, unsuspectingly."

Dao Qiongcang's eyes flashed and he took a picture of the crumpled paper. Sure enough, there was some original saliva on it, which seemed to still retain its temperature.

"I don't know what this can do for you, but I feel that it should be useful." Nangong Youshu appeared and then retracted.

"Only for storytellers?"

Dao Qiongcang looked back and asked, the Eight Masters knew that now they are a piece of rotten wood, but they always have to be accompanied by someone when they enter the Southern Territory.

Now that Nangong Youshu had met the storyteller, he got his bodily fluids without the other party noticing.

So, is there a possibility...

"Here."

The soft man stretched out his hand and handed over a hand that was severed at the wrist.

Dao Qiongcang's pupils opened, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face, "You cut off the hands of the Eight Masters?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that this was too dreamy and unrealistic.

Because that palm clearly has five fingers.

"This is my hand." Nangong Youshu said.

What do I need your hands for... If ordinary people were afraid of saying this bluntly, Dao Qiongcang just looked forward to it with twinkling eyes.

Nangong Youshu obviously also inherited the essence of selling off people. After hesitatingly looking at him for a long time, Dao Qiongcang heard what he wanted to hear most:

"It's also the hand that's about to touch the Eight Masters."

Dao Qiongcang opened his chest, took out an exquisite azure jade box, threw away the saliva flyer, put the severed hand into the box as if it were a treasure, closed the lid, and put it back in his chest.

Then he raised his head and said, "Well done!"

A smile appeared on Nangong Youshu's face.

It is rare to hear such pure and absolute praise from my father.

He clearly remembered that since his birth, his father had the strictest requirements for him.

He praised himself six times in total, four of which were "not bad" and two of which were "ok."

Nangong Youshu once thought that his father had not learned the word "very good", and it was more difficult than the Thirty-six Tianji moves.

It seems that I just haven't done enough in the past.

"You have traveled with the Eight Masters before. Isn't it easy to get similar items?" Nangong Youshu asked doubtfully.

"It's different." Dao Qiongcang shook his head slowly, "There is a big difference between the guarded and the unguarded. His guard against me is... stricter than his guard against Hua Chang."

"How do you plan to use it?" Nangong Youshu was curious.

"Tianji,..."

"I got this for you!"

"Okay." Dao Qiongcang nodded with satisfaction, indicating that the threat was in place, and then changed his explanation, "Actually, it may not be used, and I hope it won't be used."

Nangong Youshu felt that he heard something, but felt that he heard nothing. In desperation, he could only return to the topic:

"Do you want to go to Xuyue Gray Palace? Counting the time, the Eight Masters have almost left... What are you doing there?"

"What do you think?"

"It seems like I'm asking you?"

"But I want to test you."

"Hmm... you also want to cooperate with Xu Yue Huigong?"

"Inaccurate."

"You want to destroy their cooperation with Ba Zunzhen?"

"Not accurate either."

"you……"

"This is not suitable for elimination. You should take all factors into consideration. For example, Bai Zhou is not at home, Ba Zunzhen may have reached cooperation with both factions, and the variables that will arise if Xu Xiaoshou returns, etc."

Nangong Youshu was silent now.

He thought his father was just acting on a whim.

I wanted to go to Xuyue Gray Palace just because Bazunji also went there.

This is not impossible - outsiders think he is serious, but in fact his father has always been very playful, he is just a child.

He never thought that this was a big game, and he must have been planning it for a long time!

After thinking hard for a while, Nangong Youshu spit out one word:

"Taobu?"

Dao Qiongcang smiled and said nothing, stood up from the medicine bucket and walked out, put on white clothes, opened the door barefoot and walked out of the room:

"Time is up."

"Next time, remember to take into account the location of the conversation between you and me, as well as the fact that the Tianji Divine Sect has grown stronger."

"I don't like to say things a second time, and of course I don't like to do the same thing."

Crunch…

The door is closed.

Nangong Youshu stared blankly at the empty medicine bucket.

He didn't know where he angered his father again, why did he leave so suddenly, because...

A word of "Tao Ministry"?

Soaking in the medicine bucket, Nangong Youshu thought for a long time, and could only remember that the key to the problem was the only real person in the Taoist Department.

"That's right, Xuanji Half-Saint, although the new official has set himself on fire after taking office, it is also true that he has interrupted his father's plan."

"I'm afraid the Taoist incident will have a big impact on her."

Compared to himself, Nangong Youshu felt that Dao Qiongcang's love for Yu Zhiwen was more like a father's love.

He would make her happy as a baby; he would teach her to grow as a girl; he would guide her mentally and praise her progress, although sometimes in an alternative way...

But at least, that is one of the few genuine, non-calculating concerns from the "Dao Qiongtian"!

The "Tao Ministry" matter, which had been planned for so many years, could have ended successfully and at the same time become a teaching that had a more stimulating significance for her.

However, due to some force majeure factors, it was torn apart at an inopportune time and in an inopportune way.

This directly has the opposite effect, like tearing open a scar, which should be very painful.

"He also feels guilty because of this, right?"

But Yu Zhiwen is too young to affect the overall situation, and she is not his real daughter.

In the current overall situation, he simply doesn't have much time or thought to repair or compensate for the relationship.

If I don’t compensate, that thing will be like a thorn piercing my finger, too small to check, and sometimes painful and uncomfortable.

Nangong Youshu thought again and again, and directly pressed the communicator beside his ear:

“Check the Taoist chief Yu Zhiwen, and ask for her current whereabouts…”

“No, all the information!”

…

Walking out of the narrow cave, Dao Qiongcang stopped and looked back.

There was a plaque hanging on the cave, with four crooked characters “Tianji Shenjiao” written on it.

Yes, this is the headquarters of Tianji Shenjiao, the largest emerging force in the southern region.

There are actually only four real core people.

The leader Nangong Youshu, he Dao Qiongcang, and Wei Feng and Gou Wuyue who were waiting outside because they couldn’t squeeze into the cave and were already a little impatient.

“Have you finished talking?” Gou Wuyue leaned against the tree, and when he saw someone coming out, he raised his eyes with his sword in his arms.

Wei Feng was very direct: "I really can't imagine it. We can just move to a better place. What's going on?"

He pointed at the dilapidated cave entrance, "Doesn't the Tianji Divine Sect have a luxurious headquarters? There are also various elders, guardians, and worshippers..."

Wei Feng longed for the long-lost life in the martial arts world. The future that the person in front of him had described to him clearly sounded very luxurious.

Dao Qiongcang shook his head at this time: "Although the Five Realms are large, this is our only place to stand." He pointed at the ground.

Looking at Wei Feng again: "After the flowers bloom, they will also wither. It's all vain."

Seeing that the two people in front did not agree, Dao Qiongcang said no more. He waved his hand and was about to suggest going to Xuyue Gray Palace.

At this time, his ears moved, his eyes narrowed, and he looked into the distance, "Finally..."

"Finally what?" Wei Feng stepped forward.

"Someone is looking for me." Dao Qiongcang narrowed his eyes, but he couldn't see the man's face clearly. After thinking for a while, he said, "I need to leave for a while."

"Where are you going?" Gou Wuyue frowned.

"To a place closer to him."

"What about us?"

"Relatively, it's naturally farther away."

"That's not what I mean. I mean..."

"Wait."

"Wait again?"

"If you can keep up, you can follow."

...

Four Symbols Secret Realm.

"Swish!"

The opponent was suddenly chopped away by the bald boy in a stalemate.

It was the middle and late stages of the trial, and those who could enter the Holy Palace were basically selected from those who were still struggling to move forward.

At this time, it was rare for the two sides to have such a huge difference in combat power.

Once the opponent left, there was no one around.

The bald boy put down his sword, knelt on one knee, and offered his hands as pious as a sacrifice, chanting:

"The Great God's Spell!"

Buzz...

Invisible waves surged.

The bald boy's head opened, and a barefoot Dao Qiong Cang in white slowly walked out of it.

He was dressed casually, and no longer had the Tianji Si Nan. He was wearing a white shirt and no other decorations. Even his black hair was loose and hung down to his waist.

"Great Protection Technique."

After landing, he just casually raised his hand behind him, and the bald boy who was about to disintegrate successfully recovered and came back to his senses.

After a violent shudder, the boy stared blankly at the empty front, not knowing what had happened.

Soon he stood up, found the will he had fought for half his life, and punched hard:

"Ha! This time, I must join the Holy Palace!"

...

Under the Black Water Stream, at the entrance of the corridor of the Ranming Ruins, a white-clothed figure appeared at the right time.

"Still not working?"

Even here, so close to the Ranming Ruins, Dao Qiong Cang still couldn't see the man's face clearly.

He frowned, and his right thumb kept pinching, and his knuckles were shining with golden light.

"Good luck!"

How could such a good omen require him to enter the Ranming Ruins?

This place is very strange. He had figured it out a few years ago. It is a place of great danger that is much more terrifying than the Void Island.

Such a dangerous place is best used to arrange the Eight Zun An. He does not want to go in.

Otherwise, he would not deliberately avoid the pull of the beheading priest and hide on the ladder to let Ai Cangsheng go to face the danger first.

Now...

The good omen requires him to meet someone.

But the condition of meeting that person is to enter the dangerous Ranming Ruins first?

"Interesting."

Dao Qiongcang raised the corner of his lips, brushed the black hair that eloped with the wind on his temples and put it behind his ears, and then made another hexagram.

It is still good luck!

"When the bad times are over, good times will come, and when the good times are over, bad times will come..."

Dao Qiongcang stopped and did not want to move forward.

It is not that he only has the way to enter the game in person.

On the contrary, he is a person who respects fate and the secrets of heaven, and he is also a person with great patience.

He could probably guess what the current situation of the Ranming Ruins... or the ruins of the gods is like?

"Taixu doesn't get involved. Among the semi-saints, there are only a few who have my mark."

"And those who can hurt the semi-saints and touch my mark are even fewer."

"First lock on Xu Xiaoshou."

"Very good, if it's him, as long as he doesn't hurt Dazai Ci, I don't have to see the others..."

After a pause, Dao Qiongcang understood a little.

Accidents often happen when you least want them to happen.

Assuming the worst case scenario, Dazai Ci is gone now, Xu Xiaoshou has touched the secret of Beihuai, and even his own...

Another hexagram!

Dao Qiongcang lowered his eyes and read out the hexagram solemnly:

"Auspicious."

This is so interesting.

Unless it is a high-level Saint Emperor or an ancestor god, who else can interfere with my divination?

And even if it is the power of guidance, it cannot make me unable to detect the source three times...

In other words, there is really a bit of good luck in it.

Those who respect the secrets of heaven too much, over time, often show signs of turning into those who fear the secrets of heaven.

Dao Qiongcang is not that kind of person. He certainly knows that choosing to retreat at the moment is the safest and most life-saving decision.

But in addition to "retreat", there is not only one way to "advance".

"Wait!"

Dao Qiongcang waited outside the corridor of the Ranming Ruins with his sleeves hanging down, turning into a stone sculpture.

He is a romantic person.

He left many "treasures" to this world.

When outsiders touch these treasures, sometimes they will get a response, sometimes they will get a joke, and sometimes they will get a surprise prize...

Dao Qiongcang knows that most people who rely on their own efforts to touch a certain secret will not decisively choose to skip it.

Why does curiosity kill the cat?

Because the essence of human beings is to explore the unknown.

I don't retreat, nor do I advance, waiting for the person who has touched the surprise to make a decision, whether to open the surprise or stay away from it.

"And I, respond to all changes with the same attitude."