Chapter 1774: This World and that World Are Separated

This old house is very simple, with a small courtyard and a main room. The courtyard is outside the room, and the room is outside the courtyard.

The room is even simpler, with only four walls. A glance at it shows everything.

So Yuan Yong certainly saw the shrine on the wall and the mirror. Although he couldn't see what it was, he walked forward naturally and reached out to take it...

From beginning to end, Jiang Wang, who was hiding in the mirror world, remained quiet.

This gave him a strange feeling to re-understand the world - he was clearly in this mountain, but he was beyond this mountain. He seemed to have cut off the cause and effect line and jumped out of the five elements.

Of course, he could easily deal with this ape monster who broke into the door, and he could use the Samadhi True Fire to burn the ape monster and his subordinates clean.

But what about after that?

According to his initial understanding of the will of heaven, he guessed that if he took such an active action, it would probably cause a fierce reaction from the will of the demon world.

Yuan Yong, Shuiliantang, Huaguohui, Moyun Yuanjia... this whole line will be whipped over like a whip.

A small ripple may continue to expand and eventually cause a storm.

Recalling Zhang Linchuan's demise, wasn't it just a thought in the Wild Man Forest at first?

A lesson learned from the past is a guide for the future.

In fact, to be honest, there is not much difference between the Red Makeup Mirror in Chai Asi's hands or Yuan Yong's hands.

If Chai Asi doesn't live up to his expectations, there is nothing he can do. Even the most skilled knife can't carve a rotten wood. Under the condition of trying not to interfere with the demon world, how far can he push Chai Asi?

It's nothing more than changing a demon to deceive.

This ape demon called "Scar Master" is probably not easy to deceive. But since he has already formed a preconceived notion and determined that Chai Asi has had an adventure, Jiang Wang thinks he can still exert influence.

Yuan Yong, who already has a certain status, will definitely be able to get ahead faster than Chai Asi.

Being in the mirror and looking outside the mirror, the world is separated from this world. At this moment, Jiang Wang felt "the nature of heaven", as if he was at an absolute height, overlooking the struggle of all living beings.

Suddenly, he understood the attitude of Lu Shuanghe, the Seven Killings Immortal, in front of the small river in Fengxi Town.

At that time, Lu Shuanghe also watched Yi Shengfeng fight with him calmly.

That was a kind of indifference close to the way of heaven.

That was Lu Shuanghe's "killing", the way of killing the most powerful immortal in the world.

Just like now, he was silent and waiting for everything to happen.

He was even preparing words to deceive Yuan Yong. Yuan Yong has been in the market for many years, has seen a lot, and is very wary. He needs a more appropriate routine, supplemented by the Six Desires Bodhisattva, and even the help of the wrong path...

But at this time.

Chai Asi in the yard suddenly grasped the sword and stood up.

"Ape dung! Stop right there!"

Looking at Chai Asi, whose face was red, roaring to encourage himself, and charging at Ape Yong without thinking.

The ancient god in the mirror world could hardly help but cover his face.

How could you fight like this?

How could you shout out a sneak attack?

Where's the footwork? Where's the sword moves?

You are quite capable of fantasizing about being a prince consort, a city lord, and the champion. You don't remember the swordsmanship I taught you at all!

Chai Asi, who was used to being submissive, held his iron sword tightly for the first time and charged at a vicious existence that he could only kneel and lick his boots.

His eyes were bloodshot red, and he didn't remember anything else.

He had been bullied for too many years.

At the moment of roaring and charging, he suddenly understood his grandfather who died in front of the carriage that year - he didn't want to endure it anymore!

Since we are the demon race, we have a noble destiny.

Why was I born to endure, willing to be an ant, and let him whip me?

He held his iron sword in his hand, his eyes fixed on Yuan Yong's throat.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind——

"Sword One, Sword Four, Sword Three!"

The voice from the Supreme!

Jiang Wuan, after all, is not Lu Shuanghe.

As early as Fengxi Town, they had already gone their separate ways.

Chong Xuanzun, who was born with the Tao vein, was sure at a very young age that he and the founder of the Taixu Sect were on different paths.

Although Jiang Wang, who was a child, had no knowledge of the Tao and did not even understand cultivation, he also made his own choice.

When the little demon, who was used to being submissive, held his iron sword for the first time, as a great ancient god, he naturally had to give him the courage he deserved.

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Hearing such a scolding in his ears, Yuan Yong almost thought he had heard it wrong. Did Si'er want to call him "Uncle" but his mouth slipped?

But Chai Asi's charge was real.

There was indeed a cold light flashing on the broken iron bar.

Yuan Yong turned back and grinned.

Of course, he was not afraid of such a desperate fight without any rules. Chai Asi's reaction just showed the importance of this mirror.

God gave this treasure, if you don't take it, you will be blamed!

Compared with risking your life, this dog demon is still very naive.

He even moved his fists for a while before jumping out easily, and his muscles instantly tensed.

The whole burly body turned to the limit like the noose of a catapult... Buzz!

The explosive force knocked the air apart.

Ten-step punch!

But just as Yuan Yong burst out his fist, Chai Asi in front of him suddenly became different!

The whole body instantly regularized its posture on the way to charge - it was some kind of sword move that had been mastered to the extreme.

Looking at his sword stance, there are endless changes. Observing his sword intention, it is unstoppable.

In those bloodshot eyes, besides anger, all the shrinking and cowardice disappeared, replaced by a strong self-confidence. It seemed that he could definitely kill him with the sword.

Where did this little demon get the self-confidence?

Yuan Yong's fist stagnated, and he suddenly turned his body in front of the sudden burst of fierce murderous aura.

He chose to avoid the sharp edge first.

As an experienced fighter, he certainly didn't want to capsize in the gutter, so he decided to take another look at Chai Asi's sword.

But almost at the same time as he turned his body, Chai Asi had already stepped forward and put his sword across his neck!

It was as if he had hit the sword with his neck!

Years of fighting experience played a role. At this critical moment, Yuan Yong's Dao Yuan surged, and he could turn around, even counterattack, jump up, and punch forward!

Chai Asi had already jumped up before him, and just raised his sword!

Puff!

The rusty iron sword pierced through Yuan Yong's chin and pushed deep into his skull.

At this moment——

Chai Asi was only three feet off the ground, his whole body maintained a bow-step posture with the sword raised, and the burly Yuan Yong opened his arms in the air, like a giant eagle with wings spread... but he was already hanging on the iron sword and fell powerlessly.

It was not until the hot blood sprayed on his face that Chai Asi woke up from a dream and let go of his hand in a panic.

Yuan Yong's body fell to the ground with the iron sword hanging on it, and finally knelt on the ground, hitting the ground like a hammer, and the tip of the sword pierced through the top of his head. Between the blood and white, the stubborn edge flashed.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!"

Chai Asi panted heavily, and had a strange feeling that he had never had before.

Killing turned out to be such a simple thing!

The famous owner of the Water Curtain Hall on the road, a vicious existence who fought all over the flower street, did not even take three swords in front of him!

The voice of the ancient god sounded in his mind again, interrupting his thoughts——

"To learn my swordsmanship, the first thing to remember is to never let go of your sword. Chai Asi, are you qualified?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't do it next time!" Chai Asi woke up from the afterthoughts of killing, and his first reaction was to apologize. He stepped forward quickly, grabbed Yuan Yong's head, and pulled out the rusty iron sword.

Blood was still dripping on the sword, and he seemed to have gained some kind of power from it. He said seriously: "Shangzun, I will never let go of my sword again. You choose me, and I won't let you make the wrong choice!"

"Don't be busy flattering me, show your determination... Solve your current problem first." The voice in the mirror said.

Chai Asi then remembered that Yuan Yong did not come alone, and Yuan Yong was not like him, with no relatives and no one to care about him. Yuan Yong had a bunch of little demons under his command, and there was a flower and fruit society behind him!

Thinking of this, he almost felt weak in the knees again.

"How...what should I do?" He asked the god in the mirror pitifully.

The voice in the mirror only said: "I have given you the answer, but you'd better ask yourself."

The answer? What?

Chai Asi's mind was confused for a while, and then he suddenly remembered that sentence - "solve your current problem."

The current problem...

Yuan Yong's two followers guarding outside!

Just now, he was shouting and swinging his sword in the yard, and there should be no reaction from outside.

Unless... the movement was wiped out by the ancient god.

The power of the ancient god is unfathomable. The greatness of the ancient god is eternal and boundless!

This is a test from the ancient god, and I need to prove my ability...

Chai Asi took a deep breath, hung the iron sword on his belt, dragged Yuan Yong's body to the inner room, and temporarily blocked it with the bed board.

And cleaned up the blood on the ground.

Finally, he brought water and cloth and washed his face seriously. He took off the blood-stained clothes and changed into a new one.

After making sure that there was nothing wrong at first glance, he turned to the door and opened it: "Two big brothers, Scar Master is calling you in."

The two little demons who were talking loudly at the door stopped talking in a bit of disappointment.

They didn't doubt it, just pushed Chai Asi and walked into the yard.

Standing in the yard, they could almost see everything in the room, but the two little demons still didn't see Yuan Yong's figure, and couldn't help but walk into the room: "Scar Master! You called us? Scar Master?"

The more anxious little demon walked forward, lifted the bed board, and saw Yuan Yong's body. Just as he was stunned-

Bang!

The outer door of the yard was shut heavily.

The two little demons turned around suddenly and saw the cowardly and useless Chai Asi, who bolted the door with one hand, drew the iron sword from his waist, and walked towards them...

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The scenery of the snow country is white for thousands of miles.

Looking up from a high place, the clouds are connected to the sky.

The coldness of Tianbei Snow Ridge is penetrating into the soul.

But Zhao Wuyan has already gotten used to it.

She needs this kind of coldness. This kind of coldness, while suppressing extraordinary power and blocking the "barriers to the past", can keep her mind highly sensitive, think about the truth of the world, explore the true meaning of Tao, and truly understand what she has learned.

As one of the four major academies in the world, Longmen Academy attaches the most importance to spiritual talent and has always been a place where geniuses gather.

As the eldest sister of Longmen Academy, Zhao Wuyan has been studying hundreds of schools since she was a child and is familiar with classics. She is a genius among geniuses and a peerless figure.

Others are trapped in the gap between heaven and man, and even spend their whole lives studying classics and burning the midnight oil, but they still don't know where to go.

But she is distressed that there are too many paths to Tao, and she doesn't know what to choose.

I have also asked the Buddha about Zen music, I have meditated on the Taoist path, I have asked for guidance in military books, and I have asked my heart in the Dharma. Mohist institutions, Confucian sects... learning is like a vast sea, and there is no end to it.

Unexpectedly, I didn't know what to do, and I was stuck for several years.

She goes from south to north and from east to west. I have read thousands of books, traveled thousands of miles, seen scenery and experienced people, but there is always something missing and nothing is perfect. The destination of the journey is the northwest of the present world, and she has chosen to choose her life path here.

But an accident happened in Tianbei Snow Ridge. In this dojo of Frost Immortal Lord Xu Qiuci, he witnessed a shocking incident and saw the birth of the Winter Emperor.

By chance, the Winter Emperor, who was said to have reincarnated Suhui and re-proven the Way of Evolution, gave him the advice of "Sekai Yuanliu".

Since then, enlightenment has suddenly dawned, and we can see the distant future again.

The so-called "mixing of hundreds of schools of thought and creating a new world" is a long-term and ambitious plan that cannot be achieved overnight.

She has already had her awakening, and is willing to put aside the easy access of God and stay here as an old woman, pursuing a path that she doesn't know if she can find.

Let the world be turbulent and watch the waves sweep away, and the genius become famous.

The Marquis of Wu'an, the Champion Marquis, the invincible battler, the most powerful Li Yi in the world...

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years.

Maybe there are results, maybe not.

She was sitting here with this awareness.

The path to seeking the Tao is just like what Fusi said.

Cultivation is, after all, a long journey of loneliness, such as this snowy ridge of Tianbei, which is eternal silence.

She wanted to sit here alone and decide whether to live or die.

But Zishu, who had been close to her since childhood, insisted on staying with her for a year, so she just let it go. It happened that I personally taught him how to practice and meditated for half his life. If he could not find the way, he might as well let someone come to the academy later.

As for Xu Xiangqian...

I tried to drive him away several times, but I couldn't get rid of him.

Every time she wanted to chase someone away, the guy would look over pitifully and say something like, "Sister Zhao promised to give me a chance. A gentleman keeps his promise. How can I, a scholar,..."

She couldn't get enough of it every time.

There is no use if you hit him lightly, and if you hit him too hard, you can't explain it, and it's not necessary, so just forget it.

But it was strange today. Xu Xiangqian, who was walking in the wind and snow with a live fish in his hand, had red eyes.

As if he had been wronged in some way, he secretly wiped away his tears.

The situation is very pitiful under the wind and snow.

It was so pitiful that she hated to see others shed tears. There is nothing in life that cannot be faced. Birth, aging, sickness and death are just natural processes. Crying is such a weak thing!

Furthermore, isn't this guy going to take advantage of Fu Zhenjun's teaching again today? What could happen?

"Zishu." Zhao Wuyan, who was sitting cross-legged in the snow rock cave, finally called out: "Go and see your senior brother Xu, what's wrong with him."

Zishu said "Oh", put down the snow fox she was having fun with, and skipped down the mountain - she made many small animals out of the snow, snow foxes, snow rabbits, snow tigers... one by one. It's so vivid that there is a long queue in the snow cave.

Zhao Wuyan continued to practice, silently reciting "The Theory of Power" by the great master of Legalism Han Shentu in his mind, regurgitating the classic arguments in it, and feeling the great master's knowledge of the laws of the world and his understanding of "Dharma".

But not long after, the sobbing sound of "wuwuwu" was heard. Zishu burst into tears and followed Xu Xiangqian up the mountain one after another.

Xu Xiangqian persuaded him as he walked away: "Junior sister, don't cry, don't cry, you're making me cry so much that I can't help it...you...you...oooooooo..."

Two climbers walked up sadly in the wind and snow. The cries come and go, creating an interesting contrast to each other.

Zhao Wuyan was sitting cross-legged in the Snow Rock Cave with a blank look on his face.

No, I'll let you ask about the situation.

Why are we still crying together?

What exactly did Fu Zhenjun say?

What is it that makes you so sad?

Have I gone astray and gone too far?

Could it be that I have an incurable disease?