Chapter 545 The Weak Have No Choice but to Do It?

Ah Da lay in Zhao Layue's arms, watching the little black wild cat run away into the distance.

Many people's sights also followed, and then gradually moved up, falling between the distant mountains.

No one looked at He Wei, out of pity, and didn't want to embarrass him too much.

The atmosphere in the hall was tense before, but now it is depressing and embarrassing.

The majestic head of Kunlun, in order to avenge his junior brother, he did not hesitate to offend Yimaozhai and Qingshanzong at the same time, but because of Bai Zhenren's words, he had no choice but to give up.

This is the majesty of the strongest in Chaotian Continent? But if Master Bai did this, wouldn't he be afraid that allies like the Kunlun faction would be divorced from now on?

The autumn wind came from the distant mountains and wafted in the quiet hall, bringing a burst of coolness.

The purpose of practice is longevity, but in order to practice, one has to take time out to watch such dramas.

Many people felt bored, and felt that they should not be in Guocheng Temple at this time, but should go back to the mountains to practice in seclusion.

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There are no four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter in the underworld, only two periods of light and dark, which are divided according to the rise and fall of the sky fire and the Styx river. Naturally, there is no bleak autumn wind here. The capital city is in an extremely huge black stone mountain, on the cliff more than ten miles away, there are several seemingly ordinary thatched cottages, but the golden leaves on them are so magnificent.

This is the soul dwelling of the disciple of the underworld master, so naturally there is no need for strong guards.

For the people of the Underworld, the disciples of the Underworld Master are like gods, they dare not approach them at all, they only dare to kneel under the cliff and kowtow to pray for blessings. Looking at the ants-like people of the underworld at the foot of the cliff, Tong Yan thought of the patients on both sides of Moqiu's official road who were seeking treatment at Guocheng Temple, and an elusive emotion appeared on his pale face.

The fire in the sky is getting darker, the Styx River is getting quieter, and the underground world has ushered in a night that is not much different from daytime.

Tong Yan withdrew her gaze and walked into a thatched hut. The dark room was very brightly illuminated by golden leaves and crystals, forming a sharp contrast with the world outside the hut.

A child was sitting at the desk writing, with leaf-like black hair fluttering gently on his forehead, but the hand holding the pen was as stable as a stone.

The handwriting on the paper was also very clear, and could even be called beautiful.

Tong Yan was a little surprised. This child is the lost blood of the royal family. He was brought back by the underworld a few years ago. Why is he proficient in the language and writing of the human race? Even if the underworld master taught him seriously for several years, it is very remarkable to be able to master this level in such a short period of time.

Until now, Tong Yan doesn't know the real name of the future Emperor of the Underworld, and the Master of the Underworld just asks him to call this child A Piao.

Apiao is a very interesting name.

In the ancient language of Chaotian Continent, this word means ghost.

Tong Yan looked at A Piao's writing, and felt as if someone had dropped a chess piece on the opposite side of the chessboard.

He likes playing chess most, but he doesn't like playing chess with Jing Jiu, so he sits down opposite A Piao.

Ah Piao put down the pen in his hand, looked at him quietly, and waited for him to speak.

"Cause and effect are not the words of a family in Zen, but the direction of time."

Tong Yan picked up the pen and drew a non-existent line in the air between the two, saying: "The direction of time is a line with a beginning and no end."

Ah Piao thought for a while and said, "What if it's round?"

Tong Yan said: "If it can be connected back and forth, many interesting things will happen, but as far as our experience is concerned, this line cannot be connected."

A Piao said: "So cause and effect are unbreakable?"

"At least the people living here can't do it, and neither can the Ascenders. No one can transcend the cause and effect, at most they can only break the cause and effect."

Tong Yan said: "If the real master agrees, you will be the next emperor of the underworld, so where are you going to lead this world?"

A Piao said: "I have read many classics in the past few years. Our ancestors first thought of protecting themselves from being wiped out by you extraterrestrial demons. Later, they were unwilling to share the sunshine and rain on the ground. They wanted to get those fertile lands that can produce a lot of food. I have eaten rice, which is indeed much more delicious."

Tong Yan said: "This is a very natural and easy-to-understand idea, but I don't think it's an answer acceptable to the master."

A Piao said seriously: "Sunshine, rain and dew may be good, but they are not suitable for our exercises, and even conflict with our blood. My family has lived underground for tens of thousands of years, and we have long been integrated with this place, so why do we have to go out? It's just that it's too bitter here, or are you willing to show your generosity?"

Tong Yan looked into his eyes quietly, as well as those flickering lights, but she couldn't tell whether the kid was lying or really thinking so.

Those are all good and good, but not for me, so I don't want to.

This principle is easy to understand, but few people can do it.

"I heard that the prince of the human race also has a teacher now, and he is also Immortal Master Qingshan?"

Ah Piao suddenly laughed, and asked: "So, I really resemble him."

Tong Yan said, "Why do you say that?"

Ah Piao opened his eyes wide, looking innocent, and asked, "Aren't you also the Immortal Master Qingshan?"

Tong Yan said: "It should be."

The innocent expression in Ah Piao's eyes suddenly turned into sly and malicious, and he lowered his voice and said, "But I know you are the child face of the Zhongzhou School."

Tong Yan said calmly: "Don't tell me these things, because I am not your karma."

Ah Piao asked curiously, "Who could that be?"

Tong Yan said: "If there are no accidents, you will become a student of the real master."

Ah Piao was a little surprised, and said, "Will he enter the underworld?"

Tong Yan glanced at him and said, "Of course you are going up."

After saying this, he walked out of the hut and came under the tree by the cliff.

I don't know what kind of tree that big tree is, but it still grows extremely densely in the underworld without sunlight, and it looks like a big conspicuous block of ink in the gloomy world.

The underworld master stood under the tree, his royal blue clothes were like a stain in an ink block.

"I don't want to come down to take a look at such an important matter. Is he afraid of death or lazy?"

"It's both."

Tong Yan followed the vision of the underworld master and looked at the distant sky.

A very distant passage was illuminated, and a figure flew up accompanied by lightning.

The master said: "I went to another one, it seems that they really believe it."

Tong Yan said: "I suggest that you don't mess with Ah Piao, the real sect leader doesn't like trouble."

The underworld master said calmly: "Your Highness is the future of the underworld, how dare I do anything."

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The little black wild cat quietly returned to the outside of the hall, always feeling that there was an aura inside that attracted him.

It looked through the crack of the door and saw a long-haired white cat lying gracefully in the arms of a girl.

The girl's breath was a little cold, which made it a little scared, wondering if it had anything to do with the other girl she was looking at.

The girl was talking softly.

What is a talisman? What is a spar? Dongyidao's herbs don't sound good, but the Yaodan should be good.

The little wild cat couldn't understand the girl's words, but only knew that the girl in the white dress was very beautiful, her expression was very weak, but her voice was calm and gentle, which was very comfortable to listen to.

The people in the temple thought so too.

Countless eyes fell on Bai Zao's body, full of appreciation.

Listening to her narrating the requirements of the Zhongzhou School in a calm voice, the autumn wind seems to have become a lot softer, and the order of the fallen leaves is so clear.

Her breath is deep and quiet, which is obviously a sign that the Nascent Soul is about to achieve greatness, and it must be possible to transform into a god in twenty years.

The whole practice world knows that she is born with deficiencies. Many people think that she will encounter many problems in practice. Even if she can keep pace with other practice geniuses at the beginning with the Taoism and elixirs of the Zhongzhou School, she will definitely be left behind in the later stage. Who would have thought that she is still not weaker than Zhuo Rusui and Zhao Layue until today.

This is naturally related to the deep background of the Zhongzhou School, but many people in the hall know a certain secret, thinking of those six years on the snow field, subconsciously looked at Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu's eyes drooped slightly, but everyone knew he was still awake.

Bai Zao didn't deliberately avoid him, just watched him talk calmly.

Zhen Tao's hand slightly grasped the sleeve, feeling very sad.

Que Niang shook her head, and suddenly found that Xiang Wanshu was looking at her from the Zhongzhou faction opposite, and smiled back.

Sese sighed, thinking that everyone would snatch brother Zhan back from Baicheng, eat grilled fish and drink wine, how happy it would be, why bother pretending to be unfamiliar here, talking about these boring things, blame Jing Jiu, why did he become the head of Qingshan so early?

Not only these young girls, but even the senior teachers felt a little embarrassed when they saw Bai Zao standing in front of Jing Jiu and talking calmly.

The story between this young man and woman is really too famous in the practice world.

Bai Zao accepted the Taoism.

The map in the temple turned into dots of light and disappeared.

"The Chaotian Continent has not had an attack from the underworld army for more than three hundred years. It appears occasionally, and the number is very small. In the past sixty years, only projections have appeared. It is difficult to cause a big storm. Yunmeng Mountain will never deny the sacrifice of Qingshan Daoist, and dare not show any disrespect. But if it is slightly disrespectful, since it is the mistake made by Taiping Daoist, Qingshan should bear more."

She looked at Zenzi and said: "We still insist on the request in spring, and the relevant share orders have also been sent to Chaoge City."

Zenzi sat cross-legged in the chair, indicating that he had nothing to say.

Bai Zao looked at Zhang Yiai and said, "Uncle Zhang, Qing Tiansi should have seen the list we sent over."

The more respectful she addressed her, the uglier Zhang Yiai's face became.

"According to the rules of the Meihui, the imperial court will not intervene in these matters. As long as Qingshan agrees, Qing Tiansi will naturally follow the new rules."

Whether it is crystal stones, elixir, sea pearls and bright silver, or red gold and demon pills, animal blood and other cultivation resources, it is extremely troublesome from collection to refining to distribution. Six hundred years ago, Master Taiping relied on his extremely powerful deduction ability, the full support of Shuiyue Temple, the secret support of Guocheng Temple, and the help of the previous emperor to convince the Zhongzhou faction and other major sects. The real peace in the practice world began at that moment.

It is of course a big deal for the Zhongzhou faction to change the rules of the Meihui, but the proportion they requested to adjust is very small, and there is an extra share of the West Sea Sword faction. On the surface, the Qingshan sect is not completely unacceptable. But just like Kirishima old ancestor Nan said before his death, if Aoyama takes this step back, will he keep going back?

No matter how big a step is, a retreat is a retreat.

Taking retreat as an advance is a last resort for the weak.

Bai Zao walked up to Jing Jiu, waiting for his answer.

Jing Jiu raised his eyes to look at her and said, "First of all, the share of Xihai is ours, and nothing else remains the same."

Bai Zao looked at him quietly, knowing that there should be more to come.

Zhao Layue looked at Jing Jiu, and suddenly understood what he was going to do, her eyes became brighter.

With a soft buzzing sound, a small hole appeared in the autumn clouds in the sky, and a flying sword came at high speed.

This sword book came from Qingshan, fell into Gu Qing's hands, and was directly presented to Chanzi under Jing Jiu's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a bell rang in Guocheng Temple.

The Han Haoniao came through the air and brought news from there.

Qing Tian Si Fei wrote to report.

Such a large formation made the practitioners in the temple feel strongly uneasy.

Bu Qiuxiao asked, "Could it be that something happened in Baicheng?"

After reading the sword book, Chan Zi glanced at Jing Jiu with deep meaning, and said, "No, a big man came from the underworld."

Bu Qiuxiao raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Who is it?"

Zen Zi said, "Twelve priests."

Bu Qiuxiao had heard about this powerful man from the underworld known for his ambition and bloodthirsty, and he was slightly wary: "Since he's not a high priest or a master of the underworld, it's no big deal if the projection comes here."

Zen Zi shook his head and said, "The one who came is the real body."

Hearing this sentence, there was an uproar in the hall.

A strong man from the underworld came to Chaotian Continent with his real body!

It has been many years since such a thing happened, is this a sign of the invasion of the underworld?

Bu Qiuxiao got up abruptly, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is it? How are the casualties?"

"The Twelve Priests appeared at Cold Mountain, and..."

Chanzi glanced at Jing Jiu and said, "I was killed by Fellow Daoist Qingshan."