Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

At night, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Master."

"come in."

Feng Baoshan and Yu Zhuo knocked on the door and saw Xu Zhiqiu, who was meditating on the cushion, open his eyes with a slightly pale face.

The former brought over a bowl of soup.

"We know that you have consumed a lot of it these days, so this is what Dean Qu of the Lower House personally brewed for you." Feng Baoshan said with a smile, "She told us to drink it up in front of us no matter what."

"You're treating me like a patient."

Xu Zhiqiu took it. The soup in the bowl was emerald green in color and exuded a rich aroma.

He took a sip and felt that his empty internal organs were injected with some vitality.

In the past few days, he had been practicing Qigong to save his disciples, which had consumed a large amount of his innate Qi, and his figure had visibly decreased.

The disciples saw this and felt hot-tempered, yet distressed for him.

"Wujiu went down the mountain?"

"Yes, I left this morning. I knew you were in seclusion, so I didn't dare to disturb you."

Xu Zhiqiu was silent for a while after hearing this, and then asked:
"Have you brought enough money?"

"He said no."

"..."

Xu Zhiqiu didn't ask any more questions, but instead brought up another matter:

"By the way, how is things going in Southern Xinjiang these days when I was confined?"

"In recent days, there have been reports of many demonic beasts appearing in southern Xinjiang, wreaking havoc everywhere, but the exact number is unknown."

As he spoke, Feng Baoshan showed a hint of worry:

"According to the news brought back by Junior Brother Fu and his team, the lich has already gathered the five sacred artifacts to revive the ancient demon god. It is unknown whether this is true or not."

"What's going on in the alliance?" Xu Zhiqiu asked again.

Feng Dao:

"A few days ago, there was a big move. Experts were drawn from the twenty-eight sects in the western and southern regions, plus a large number of independent cultivators. A total of more than a thousand cultivators rushed to the southern border."

"so many people?"

Xu Zhiqiu was a little surprised. With the current size of the Cultivation Alliance, it would not be alarmed by a little wind or rain.

Since so many people were dispatched, it means that
"It seems like it's a big deal."

"Yes."

Feng explained:

"It is said that we are going here to find out the truth about the resurrection of the demon god. If it is true, we will destroy it immediately. If it is false, we will find the lich and tear him into pieces to avenge the people who died earlier."

Yu Zhuo, who had been silent the whole time, seemed a little annoyed and couldn't help complaining:
"These people in the alliance are really outstanding. They didn't even ask the master about such an important matter. They are really arrogant."

"shut up."

Xu Zhiqiu put the bowl on the table:
"They are not under my command, so why do they have to ask me first? Don't have such thoughts in the future."

Yu Zhuo's face froze and he bowed his head to apologize.

"Disciple knows."

Xu Zhiqiu noticed his abnormality and guessed what he was thinking.

"The Medicine Valley where your mother is is not far from Southern Xinjiang, and she is persistent in saving people. If a war breaks out in Southern Xinjiang, there is no guarantee that she will be involved."

He thought for a while and said:
"I know you are worried, so call your brother and go get Mrs. Gu to the mountain."

Yu Zhuo was overjoyed when he heard this:

"Thank you Master!"

After saying that, he didn't want to delay for even a second and hurried out.

After he left, there were only two people left in the room.

"Master, are you worried about anything?"

Feng Baoshan comforted:
"Since the alliance has been opening up channels to absorb outsiders, it has many talented fighters under its command. It should be enough to deal with a simple beast disaster."

Xu Zhiqiu shook his head.

"I've been having a lot of dreams lately, and it doesn't seem like a good sign."

His face was solemn, and he couldn't stop smacking his lips:

"Ancient Demon God..."

He suddenly thought of an old female fox who had lived for thousands of years. She probably knew the answer.

So Feng Baoshan was asked to go and invite them, but Feng felt a little embarrassed:

"Xiaobai...my sister is not on the mountain. She went down the mountain to drink."

"..."

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The battle tactics of monks are different from those of ordinary soldiers.

Rarely did they rush forward in large numbers, crowding together and killing indiscriminately like ordinary people.

When monks fight, they not only rely on Taoist magic weapons and flying swords to kill enemies from a distance, but also use formations.

This time, the Cultivation Alliance sent a large number of cultivators to southern Xinjiang. It has only been two or three days, and without much effort, they have wiped out all the monsters and ferocious beasts roaming around the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Although there has been no contact with the main force of the monsters.

But it certainly adds a lot of confidence.

As long as we move the center forward and get close to the Ten Thousand Mountains, divine soldiers will descend from the sky and will destroy the lich and the monsters under his command to avenge themselves.

Doing so will not only be a great benefit to the people of southern Xinjiang, but will also greatly enhance the reputation of the alliance.

Central Camp,

The leader who carried out this mission was a casual cultivator appointed by the alliance. He had a good relationship with people and was said to have served in the army when he was young. He claimed to have been a general or a lieutenant.

In fact, he was lying. He had only worked as a military recorder.

When he was young, he never had the honor of commanding thousands of troops, but after changing his career and practicing Taoism for most of his life, he had the opportunity to command thousands of monks to fight monsters.

It's hard to say that I don't feel a bit vain and proud.

At this moment, he was observing the sand table in a serious manner and making personnel arrangements with the staff below:

"How is the migration of the people in the periphery going?"

"Those people have already suffered greatly, and now that they know we are here to rescue them, they are eager to cooperate. By now, most of them have been relocated."

The leader was very satisfied with what he heard and made follow-up arrangements:

"After the army enters the mountains, some will inevitably slip through the net and escape. We must first set up straw men at the original sites of the residents and then set up a fire killing array. Those beasts love to devour the flesh and blood of living people, so we can make sure they never return!"

"Master, you are brilliant!"

The people below are naturally generous with their flattery.

Suddenly, someone outside the tent reported:
"Scouts ahead report that there is a medium-sized monster approaching the center!"

There is a specific division of the number of monsters in the camp:

Less than 100 are considered small-scale, around 500 are medium-scale, and more than this number is large-scale.

The alliance also adopted a military merit system, giving corresponding rewards based on the number of monsters killed.

Such as panaceas, magical weapons, Taoist magic powers, and even sacred mountains and caves.

And, of course, prestige.

"coming!"

The "old general" had a burning look in his eyes. The long-awaited war was coming, and it was a good opportunity to make a name for himself.

The staff members below advised:
"The center is critical, and we are short on manpower, so it's safer for us to move for the time being."

"No!"

The leader waved his hand, and a heroic spirit of fighting on the battlefield arose in his chest.

"The center is the morale of the entire army, how can we move it lightly?"

"A group of demon beasts are attacking me. I want to fight it today. Come on, follow me and let's go to battle!"

So, he put on the armor and helmet that he had customized at his own expense before setting out, and rode out of the tent with a broadsword, and went out to fight the monster with great vigor and spirit.

Half an hour later——

"Quick! The monster is fierce, retreat quickly!"

Unexpectedly, the war collapsed at the first blow.
The few people in the central government were basically scattered after the monster attacked, and they fled in groups of three or four.

They just put on their armor and helmets, which were not even warm yet, and threw them away while running, just to reduce the weight when flying the sword. The potential of people was stimulated without reservation at this time. In just a few hours, the group had escaped more than a thousand miles.

I don't know where he fell into the water. The "old general" who had lost his armor and helmet was in a mess. He pulled the messenger who followed him to make hasty arrangements:

"Quick! Send a message to the people in the nearby camp to rescue me... No, let them come to protect the center!"

The alliance messenger in charge of liaison had just received Danqing's reply and his face was as pale as paper.

"I just received a message from the left wing...they were almost wiped out."

"What!?"

The "old general" was dumbfounded:
"There were several hundred people on the left wing, were they all slaughtered?"

"They encountered a white-bone snake demon that they had never seen before. Its demonic energy was so powerful that it could be called the Demon King. Not only that..."

The herald took out another letter and his face turned even paler:

"Just now, the right wing also encountered a demon king, which is said to be an ancient Taotie. Now the right wing has also suffered heavy losses and is evacuating to the rear."

"It's over!"

The old general stamped his feet and sighed heavily.

The army was overwhelmed in just this one wave of contact and was not even a match for the enemy.

As a leader, even if he could save his life, he would inevitably be held accountable afterwards.

"Where is the Incense Valley?"

He suddenly thought of a way out.

Before entering Xinjiang, he had contacted Fenxiang Valley first. At that time, the valley master Shangguan Ce had also made a promise to him, saying that he would do his best to help as long as he could.

Fenxiang Valley has been entrenched in southern Xinjiang for thousands of years, so it naturally has unique advantages.

After all, they were once one of the three righteous families. Even if the donkey is down, the frame will still be there. They must be a great help.

"The incense valley is moistened!"

"Fuck it!"

The "old general" was so angry that he wanted to curse.

The herald did not give him a chance:
"It's not over yet!"

He tremblingly took out a letter and read in a trembling voice:

"The demons from the Hundred Thousand Mountains have come out of seclusion. They are now divided into thirteen groups, each led by a demon king. They are currently advancing northwards towards the Central Plains."

The "old general" shuddered when he heard this and asked again:

"How many are there in total?"

The herald's voice was already filled with tears:

"Preliminary estimates put it at no less than one million."

"It's over."

"It's over, it's over!"

The old general looked ashen.
"This world... is in danger."

I thought it was an easy battle to gain military merit and reputation.

However, they did not expect that in the face of this beast disaster, the thousands of people in the alliance were just ants blocking the road under the axle of the chariot wheel.

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Outside the Demon-Suppressing Ancient Cave,
The cold wind blowing out of the cave disappeared at some point.

Without the wear and tear of sand and dust, the female statue seemed to have regained some of its gentle charm.

The evil black tiger stared at the side with its huge copper bell eyes, but its ghost body couldn't stop trembling slightly.

He looked at the statue and at the man standing in front of it, his heart filled with uncontrollable fear and hatred.

The lich Blackwood was also watching from the side, but his face was as calm as ever.

The man stroked the face of the stone statue and suddenly asked him:
"How long have I slept?"

The voice is slightly hoarse, which makes it more magnetic.

Coupled with that handsome and enchanting face and a gorgeous and bright purple silk dress, no one would associate him with the legendary ancient demon god.

But he is clearly - he was born from the evil spirit of heaven and earth, and was shaped by the mighty hand that seized the creation of heaven. He is the god of all beasts in southern Xinjiang who can command all beasts.

"About three thousand years."

The lich answered with great respect, an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

"So, it's been that long."

The young man in purple sighed softly, perhaps these three thousand years were just an unconscious sleep, so there was no sign of vicissitudes on his face.

He reached out and gently stroked the statue's cheek.
"Linglong, I'm back."

The tenderness in his eyes seemed to be touching his closest lover.
"You said that you would always be with me after you died. So that's how it is..."

If it hadn't turned into a stone statue, how could it have stayed with you for thousands of years?

"You are so stupid... You created me, and you know I listen to you the most."

His eyebrows furrowed, and the tenderness in his eyes turned into pity and heartache.

"But you know very well that if you want me to die, just saying one word will be enough. Why do you have to do this?"

The cause and effect of three thousand years of past events appeared before my eyes.

The young man in purple looked at the stone statue in front of him with infatuation.

This person is your biological mother, but she is also your enemy who destroys you.

But none of that matters.

The person in front of it is the only person it loves in this world.

"I know you killed me to save the people of this world, but you...but you..."

It was as if the violence in his bones was aroused. Although there was no particularly ferocious change in his expression, that charming and handsome face suddenly became eerie and terrifying.

"...But why do you regard the world as more important than yourself?"

"What the hell is heaven's will, what the hell are all the living beings in the world, what do they mean?"

His expression became more ferocious, and his voice became colder and colder. As his tone gradually rose, overlapping roars sounded all around him.

It was as if there was another hysterical monster in the void talking to him in sync.

The roar shook the stone statues in front of him into dust.

Seeing this, “it” showed panic on its handsome face, and its voice immediately became gentle:

"I know, I know, Linglong...it was the people of this world who harmed you. Now that I have awakened, I will seek justice for you."

As he spoke, he gently touched the mottled face of the stone statue in front of him with his hands and kissed it lightly:

"Don't worry, I will let all the people in the world be buried with you. After that, I will come to accompany you..."

On the side, the vicious black tiger seemed to have reached its limit.

It seemed as if the hatred in his heart overwhelmed the fear, and he roared:
"I won't let you defile the Queen!"

After saying this, powerful ghost energy burst out from his body, and the ghost power condensed into a sharp sword energy, chopping towards the head of the young man in purple!

Clang!

The scattered sword energy even cut a gully several feet deep in the mountain behind him.

But when the sword hit the body of the young man in purple, not only was there no damage at all, even the silk he was wearing was not damaged at all.

The young man in purple slowly turned his head to look at him. Stared at by those weird eyes, Hei Hu's face twitched ferociously. He wanted to move, but suddenly knelt down uncontrollably.

The body condensed by the powerful ghost energy was almost collapsed by the oppression of the dull energy that almost turned into substance.

The purple-robed youth pointed at Heimu and said to him:

"You and he were both among the five warriors who followed Linglong. I know you are brave and loyal enough, but unfortunately, you are more stupid than him."

After saying that, he flicked his fingertips.

The evil ghost didn't even have time to scream before it turned into ashes in an instant.

Even though his brother was scared to death before his eyes, the lich Heimu remained calm and just looked at the young man in purple:

"You are an immortal being, and you are not dead. The Queen did not create you to accompany her in her love-suicide."

"Ah!"

The "Beast God" suddenly laughed, chewing on the two words that had humbled countless heroes throughout history.

"Eternal Life...Eternal Life..."

He looked up at the stone statue he called "Linglong".

"Without you, what is the meaning of immortality?" (End of this chapter)