Chapter 1717: Enlightenment in the Dead Sea, Understanding the True Heart, Good Luck and Good Fortune

Chapter 1715: Enlightenment in the Dead Sea, Opening the Heart, Good Luck and Peach Blossom

"See the light of day again!"

Escaped from the Dead Sea and returned to the Holy Land.

When his mouth and nose were no longer filled with dirty water from the Dead Sea, but with fresh air, Zhu Yike couldn't help but let out a long whistle.

Great!

So great!

Every time he came back from being detained, he always felt like he was "resurrected".

But this time, the feeling was even stronger.

Born in the South, he was raised in a dirty way and had done everything.

He had been a liar, a robber, a killer, a bounty hunter...As long as he could make a living, he would take on all kinds of dirty work.

He had experienced many kinds of dungeons, water dungeons, stone dungeons, and suffered many punishments.

Without exception, with the help of the Golden Gate Stealing Technique, he could always escape intact.

Who would want to live in a dark corner if they could live in the light?

Therefore, since Xu Xiaoshou was recognized as the master on the Void Island, Zhu Yike was really working hard.

He knew that his origin had nothing to do with absolute light, and he would never pass the selection of the Holy Temple.

Being relatively righteous like the Holy Slave, with the Eighth Sword Immortal leading the way, was the best and greatest opportunity he could get.

He worked hard to the point of confronting the Taoist Master head-on!

Who among the Five Domains Spiritual Refiners, especially those from the Southern Domain, didn't know what kind of person the Taoist Master was?

It's not an exaggeration to say that he was a "god" in the mortal world.

This was indeed the case...

Shou Ye couldn't beat the Taoist Master at all.

On Qingyuan Mountain, as expected, the mysterious Taoist Master closed the net, and he was confused and entered the Dead Sea.

After being in the water prison so many times, Zhu Yike experienced what "despair" was for the first time.

All his little thoughts were exposed under the calculations of the Taoist Master.

On the way to the Dead Sea, he struggled and tried to save himself, but all his tricks were discovered.

In the Dead Sea, the forbidden barrier suddenly became a complete waste.

Even those ghost beasts and spirit beasts that he looked down on on weekdays... they even had physical strength left to use, and the difference between a spirit refiner and a corpse without a spirit was only that he could breathe.

Do you regret it?

If you say you don't regret it, then you must be lying.

But from an objective point of view, Zhu Yike doesn't think he is wrong.

He knows that no matter how devoutly he repents, he can't do anything for the Taoist master of the Holy Temple.

Even if he tries his best and uses all his tricks to the extreme, he can't get into the eyes of the Eight Lords of the Holy Slave.

His subordinates are all Wu Yue and Wu Xiu.

When he really starts to play, the cards he plays are all prefixed with "Ten Lords".

Zhu Yike?

What the hell!

Being able to fight for Master Shou was the best choice Zhu Yike had ever encountered in his life.

In the two months in the Dead Sea, he had been desperate, angry, struggling, exhausted, praying, cursing...

In the end, his mentality was completely calm.

He only thought about two things every day, one was whether Master Shou had come, and the other was when I would die.

In two months, he had gone through his dirty life in the past more than 20,000 times in his mind, and Zhu Yike felt that he was only one half-saint status away from being canonized.

His Tao foundation came from the ancestors of magic.

Unlike Li Fugui who took drugs, he was a Taixu who fought. After all kinds of life and death trials, his Tao foundation was as solid as a rock.

His mentality could have been considered a defect...

But after two months of tempering in the Dead Sea, the hurried pace of this life suddenly slowed down, and Zhu Yike realized the truth in the Dead Sea.

"Life is fate."

"Death is fate."

"Those who steal from me will eventually be stolen, and those who take will eventually return. Others are like this, and so are we, the monks of Jinmen..."

Facing the wind.

Facing the bleak night.

Zhu Yike stood on a messy hilltop, opened his arms, and laughed heartily:

"Old man, I didn't understand what you meant before. Is there anyone who can steal things from my Jinmen?"

"Now, I understand a little bit."

"Close your eyes, even though you have been dead for a long time..."

Zhu Yike laughed loudly. He has never been a sentimental person, and he will not indulge in the past too much.

He is a pragmatic gambler.

If you can live one more breath, you will earn one more breath.

If you can occasionally get a good thing like a half-saint status from the sky, it is certainly not because you have made any great efforts, but just...

"My luck has improved!"

Zhu Yike grinned and laughed, and clapped his hands, and three copper coins appeared on the back of his hand.

All positive.

He smiled, wiped his right hand in the opposite direction, collected the copper coins to the thumb, and flicked his fingers upwards.

"Zheng!"

Three copper coins flew up at different heights.

Zhu Yike bent one knee and half sat in the air, put his left ankle on his right thigh, and pulled up his trouser leg.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Three copper coins fell on the calf of the black woolen trousers, and when he looked down...

It was still the front!

"Woo~"

Zhu Yike laughed and slapped the two copper coins behind his calf, and the first copper coin flew up.

He grabbed it, paused for a breath, rubbed his fingertips, and shouted:

"Flower!"

The copper coin disappeared and turned into a charming blue rose tear.

He smiled and slapped his calf again, and the second copper coin flew up. He grabbed it and rubbed it again:

"Radish!"

The copper coin disappeared.

A white radish that should have just been unearthed appeared in Zhu Yike's hand.

It's not over yet. He hit his calf upwards and caught the copper coin as it flew up.

He turned around and opened his palm:

"Mirror!"

In his hand, a full-length mirror as tall as a person appeared, the Preaching Mirror.

Zhu Yike laughed.

He pointed the Preaching Mirror at himself, smoothed his bangs in the mirror, and then stuck it beside him, and found a stone to sit down.

He didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he looked at the horizon, the distant horizon.

The sun in the east appeared in the sea of ​​clouds, and a touch of orange was thrown on Zhu Yike's face.

Zhu Yike was glowing.

He grabbed the mirror, as if he was holding a good friend's shoulder, and laughed triumphantly:

"Hey, I'm lucky today!"

...

"What is he doing?"

There are four spiritual refiners from all over the five domains, and they don't understand what Feng Zhongzui is doing at this moment.

Yes, the preaching mirror is still showing the Dead Sea, but the picture is half-finished.

The other half is when Zhu Yike came out of the Dead Sea, another mirror was pointed at him from a distance.

And when the last mirror picture was wrong, and that crooked face appeared, still stroking his bangs...

Everyone knows that the preaching mirror pointed at Zhu Yike has been found.

"But why?"

There are still most people who are confused and cannot understand all the actions of Zhu Yike after he came out of the Dead Sea.

Like the wind.

No logic!

"Flowers, carrots, mirrors... do they have any meaning?"

"The Red Thief, the intelligence says he knows this 'Golden Gate Stealing Technique', is this the 'stealing the sky and changing the day'?"

"But what's the 'meaning' - lock in what he wants to steal, exchange it with a copper coin, and you can get a certain thing, is he gambling?"

"Ahaha, that's definitely not the case, how can he steal randomly, steal one accurately, and get what he shouts?"

"That's not gambling, what is he performing?"

"The performance is unpredictable, he has stolen the mirror, which means he knows that there is a preaching mirror shooting him, you go to the Dead Sea and see, his mental state is probably crazier than him!"

"Crazy? Why do I feel like it?..."

The four domains are still looking for Zhu Yike's intention, and even thinking about the profound meaning of "flowers", "radishes" and "mirrors".

Little did they know that at that time, there was a certain domain, accompanied by Zhu Yike's every move, a frenzy of cheers was being staged.

The Sinful Land of the Southern Domain!

Only people in the Southern Domain understand Zhu Yike.

Only dead disciples, evil people, and dejected corpses can understand all the behaviors of Zhu Yike after he left the Dead Sea.

Just like the gentle countryside of Yujing reflects the extravagant style of the entire Central Region, the Southern Region has been in war for years, and no one knows whether they have woken up or been sent to another world after a sleep.

Therefore, they pay attention to doing what they think and living in the present.

Zhu Yike is too Southern Region!

His character and his behavior represent the extreme of the Southern Region people's free and unrestrained nature!

"He is gambling, gambling!"

What is he gambling on?

Why is he gambling?

What will happen after all this gambling?

This is a question that the people of the other four regions will think about, and it is what people like Shou Ye and Dao Hall Master who think too much will consider.

In the eyes of the Southern Region people, there are not so many problems.

The Southern Region people never think about these things. They only know that at that time, if they want to do it, they will do it, and that's it!

When Zhu Yike used a copper coin and shouted "flower", he rubbed out flowers.

The dead disciples on the first viewing platform of Fengjia City, as representatives, burst into cheers.

Everyone was celebrating, celebrating for winning the bet.

Maybe it was for other reasons, no one knew, anyway, it was a celebration.

When Zhu Yike called out the carrot again and stole the carrot, someone went on stage and performed a blood escape race seven laps around the viewing platform.

Why blood escape?

Why race?

Why seven laps, not six laps, not eight laps?

None of the dead disciples at the scene investigated these "whys", they only knew that the scene was more boiling because of the blood escape race seven laps.

They cheered one by one, stunned by the Feng family who came out of the mud without being stained.

Some dead disciples even threw shoes on the stage to express their respect for Zhu Yike who won the bet twice in a row in the picture.

And when the last wave called for the mirror to come to the mirror, the scene was completely uncontrollable and completely exploded.

Can the preaching mirror also win the bet?

The advice given by Master Sihai to Zhu Yike was that after leaving the Dead Sea, he had to find a preaching mirror...

This kind of thing that comes without any effort, and appears in the extremely small probability of wanting to win the third time after winning the bet twice in a row, is simply too refreshing!

"Flowers, radishes, mirrors..."

People who have lived their whole lives in the Southern Territory's Sin Land, they don't think that flowers represent dreams, radishes represent life, and mirrors may represent the road to the unknown, or a tool to see the heart and the road clearly.

They never think so much, they only know...

Flowers are flowers.

Radishes are radishes.

The mirror has at most one more name, called the preaching mirror.

And the last sentence "I am lucky today", is like sprinkling boiling oil on the fish that has been cut and steamed.

Whether it tastes good or not is another matter, and watching the oil boiling in places other than the pot makes people feel particularly satisfied.

...

"I..."

"Where is my preaching mirror?"

Feng Xiaoshuang was holding the dirty copper coin in her hand, her beautiful eyes full of surprise.

It disappeared suddenly!

The copper coin suddenly appeared!

There was no sign, and there was no fluctuation of spiritual skills or ancient swordsmanship...

I had just received the order from the old patriarch not long ago. After broadcasting the Five Decays of Heaven and Man in the Western Region, I had no time to rest and rushed to the Holy Mountain without stopping.

This Zhu Yike has not even started broadcasting, and the preaching mirror is gone?

"No."

Feng Xiaoshuang quickly realized that the preaching mirror was probably given to Feng Zhongzui Mao, because at the end of the mirror, there was a faint sound... Mirror?

Then I have to meet him face to face?

Feng Xiaoshuang felt a little uneasy.

It's easy to beat the Lord, just bring someone with you. At least the Lord won't mess with his own people. This good job was given to Feng Zhongzui.

Beat Zhu Yike...

This is definitely an evil cultivator in the Southern Region, and his temperament is even more uncertain.

I have a pretty face and a great figure. Could it be that he is attracted to me?

"Boom!"

Look up and look into the distance.

Clouds gather in the sky, and the Holy Tribulation is about to take shape.

...

"Not the right time."

Soon after the sun rose above the sea of ​​clouds, Zhu Yike became clear-minded, and the Holy Tribulation came to him.

This is not a good time to overcome the tribulation!

The task of the Lord has not been completed yet, and according to the Lord's previous instructions, where is the dog?

At this time, a plump fairy came from the south on a sword. When she landed in front of him, a closer look...

She is also pretty!

She is definitely not a dog!

Zhu Yike forced a smile on his face, turned his head, and said to the preaching mirror: "It seems that not only is the fortune on the head, but Master Zhu is also lucky in love today!"

After Feng Xiaoshuang landed, his heart skipped a beat when he heard the voice, and he said unnaturally:

"Hello, Senior Zhu, I am the preaching mirror..."

Huh?

Feng Xiaoshuang was stunned.

Zhu Yike was also stunned.

The spectators in front of the Five Domains Mirror burst into laughter.

Feng Xiaoshuang is not a young generation, and many people in the Southern Region know her.

Strictly speaking, she is a middle-aged person, but she is not yet at the level and age of the Ten Venerable Seats.

She is the same generation as Feng Xiaose, who was sentenced to leave the Feng family and join the Xuyue Gray Palace.

They are about the same age, neither too high nor too low, and are at the level of Xiao Kongtong and Zhu Yike.

Their combat power is also good.

At least those of the Xiao generation of the Feng family who can show their faces are not weak.

In theory, she can just address him as a peer.

At this moment, calling him "Senior Zhu" is probably to give face to the Lord, the semi-saint status, and the holy tribulation that just flashed by.

"Hello, the preaching mirror."

Zhu Yike took over the role of the holder of the preaching mirror very well, turned the mirror and pointed it at the preaching mirror.

The woman who claimed to be the preaching mirror flushed red:

"No, I mean..."

It seems that the ancient sword cultivators can't stand being hit by the preaching mirror.

She couldn't even speak, and the action of taking out the copper coins in her hand became extremely unnatural, or even pretentious:

"I mean, the preaching mirror is mine, and your copper coins are lost, so I have them..."

"This is not my copper coin, I lost a Lingque." Zhu Yike is very familiar with teasing decent women.

"Hmm."

Feng Xiaoshuang's mouth twitched, and there was an expression on his face that wanted to burst out but didn't dare to, the preaching mirror was hitting.

Elegant.

Be elegant.

You must have the demeanor of our Feng family, and you can't be like Feng Zhongzui, Feng Tiantian and those newborn calves!

"Haha, is this it?" Feng Xiaoshuang really took out a Lingque.

Zhu Yike didn't take it, and a subtle smile appeared on his face, "I also lost a wife, she has Lingque on her body."

"?"

Feng Xiaoshuang's eyebrows stood up, and the sword intent burst out all over her body, and she suddenly pulled out the sword from her waist.

"I give you face!"

She suddenly jumped up and slashed the big sword at the preaching mirror.

This scared not only Zhu Yike, but also the spectators from the five domains. This woman...

"Get down!"

The big sword went from top to bottom, directly touching her face.

At the same time as the sword was raised, the void behind Feng Xiaoshuang cracked.

The golden swords were generated, and the momentum and pressure could temporarily suppress the enemy.

Absolute imperial system!

But Zhu Yike is not a young man who has just started out.

He has seen many big scenes, and the Taoist master has been wrapped in paper. How could he be impressed by the first realm of ancient swordsmanship?

"Zheng."

The copper plate flicked at the fingertips.

Feng Xiaoshuang slashed with a sword, and his hand was empty.

She was originally holding a big sword with both hands, but suddenly she changed to holding a copper coin and rushed towards Zhu Yike.

"You are too wild, Master Zhu doesn't like it, Master Zhu likes gentle and gentle people."

The sword in his hand actually appeared in Zhu Yike's hand.

This guy was even more merciless when he started to fight, and stabbed Feng Xiaoshuang's chest with a sword.

"Puff!"

The preaching mirror was sprayed with blood.

The blood seemed to be smeared on the faces of the people in the Five Realms, confusing everyone.

"What happened?"

"How did Feng Xiaoshuang's sword appear... Stealing the sky and changing the day?"

This is too weird!

If you say that you used copper coins to exchange flowers, carrots, and mirrors before, everyone would not take it seriously and could not see the way.

This move of changing swords before the battle is more deadly than cutting off the firewood from the bottom of the pot!

Zhu Yike raised her foot and kicked Feng Xiaoshuang violently, the guard of the sword pressed against her chest, almost crushing her to the point of deformity.

The penetrating force kicked Feng Xiaoshuang hundreds of feet into the air, and the sword that pierced through her back smashed the huge rocks in the mountains.

"Puff!"

Feng Xiaoshuang was in so much pain that she spurted out another mouthful of blood, but she couldn't fall down because of this injury.

She suddenly pulled out the sword in front of her chest, her eyes dyed bloodthirsty scarlet, "Okay, okay..."

It looked like a sleeping lion waking up.

The Five Domains didn't expect to see Zhu Yike fighting Feng Xiaoshuang before fighting Ai Gou, and they were all looking forward to it.

At this moment...

With a snap, Zhu Yike kicked down.

The front of the preaching mirror was pressed to the ground, and the screen went black.

"What's going on?" At the critical moment, the spectators from the five regions screamed:

"Feng Zhongzui, what are you doing? Are your hands shaking?"

"Where's my screen? I'll treat you to a drink at Huayue Tower. What screen can't I watch?"

"It's overturned, the mirror is overturned, help it up, someone come... Feng Zhongzui, come and help it up!"

...

"Zhu Yike, I'll chop you up!"

Mixed in the boiling voices of the five regions was Feng Xiaoshuang's roar, accompanied by the sound of swords tearing through the wind.

Can't see!

The screen can't be seen at all!

No one knows why the screen is suddenly not allowed to be seen, even the people in the South Region have a reason in their hearts...

At this time, there was a "clang".

Everyone knows that this sound is the sound of a copper coin being thrown up, and then Zhu Yike's voice appeared:

"Purple."

Swish.

The five regions were instantly silent.

Everyone held their breath, and their eyes were as big as copper bells.

"Ah——"

The next breath, the sound of swords was chaotic.

Feng Xiaoshuang's terrified scream followed.

The Five Domains were completely boiling with excitement. One by one, they rushed onto the stage desperately, shaking the preaching mirror wildly, as if they wanted to shake the black screen away or shake Feng Zhongzui to death.

"Show me!"

"What can't I see!"

"Zhu Yike, stand up the mirror for me!"

"Ah, Zhu Yike, Senior Zhu, Master Zhu... You come to replace Feng Zhongzui, you are the one who knows how to do it, I will give you copper coins, and we will support you as the king of preaching, just show me!"

...

"Zhu Yike, I will kill you!"

In the black screen, Feng Xiaoshuang's heart-wrenching murderous intent was clearly audible in the Five Domains.

At this moment, everyone wanted to kill Zhu Yike more than Feng Xiaoshuang!

Because after a "clang" sound, this guy's faint voice sounded again:

"A set? I like individual pieces."

Ah——

The scream from the preaching mirror was a reflection of the hearts of everyone in the Five Domains at this moment.

Show me.

Zhu Yike, please, I want to see.

…

Clang!

"Your shoelaces are loose."

…

Clang!

"The belt is also loose."

…

Clang!

"It smells like roses, and…"

…

Clang!

"It's rolled."

…

The copper coin didn't clang a lot, but the Five Regions felt like they had spent a long spring and autumn.

How could Zhu Yike be too empty?

His skills are unfathomable!

In comparison, Feng Zhongzui is nothing. The preaching mirror that Lord Zhu is standing on is much better than what he has done seriously.

With the shaking of the preaching mirror, the picture was bright again.

In the distance, Feng Xiaoshuang, with blood on his chest, huddled by the stone, leaning on his sword, his face full of anger, bursting out.

"I have to do business, I have to count, I will return the preaching mirror to you."

As the mirror flew, the people of the Five Regions fell into Feng Xiaoshuang's hands, without hearing a single word of rebellion.

Finished?

That's it?

What about the war? There's still one less battle between you!

"You are not the eighth sword immortal, nor the first sword immortal, but belong to the era of ancient sword cultivators, which has long since fallen."

The Zhu Lord in the mirror looked down on him.

This sentence almost belittled the entire Feng family.

But even with such a sarcastic sentence, Feng Xiaoshuang did not say anything more, just shaking his hands.

The battle is over.

Really over.

What happened to them just now!

Zhu Lord seemed to realize that something was wrong, and hesitated: "Just now I was just joking..."

No response.

The mirror image trembled.

"You should be a person who can afford to joke..." At this point, Zhu Yike remembered the big sword that suddenly rose up just now, "...right?"

Behind the mirror that the world cannot see, Zhu Yike suddenly saw that the preaching mirror wiped the corner of his eyes.

Ah?

This big sister...

No, I just loosened your shoelaces and belt and smoothed two strands of your hair, why are you crying!

Zhu Yike was so embarrassed.

But he was definitely not going to apologize. After rolling his eyes around, he simply looked up at the sky and began to count:

"Ten."

"Nine."

"Eight."

"Seven..."