Juntian map

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The Wuxiang Dao Sect only has one year's lifespan.

His eyes were staring at the three thousand Bodhi trees that were towering into the sky. The starlight of Bodhis illuminated his old and wrinkled face, and he could vaguely see the tears at the corners of his eyes.

After living for thousands of years, Sikong was used to the cycle of impermanence of life and death and the way of heaven. The Wuxiang Dao Sect naturally would not be unable to see through life and death, nor would it lead to feelings and tears in front of the younger generation.

Now he is just an ordinary old man.

Just imagine what kind of body should an ordinary old man without any cultivation have left after living for thousands of years!

The bones are like wind, sand and flesh withered, and the body should have been weathered!

The tears in the eyes of Wuxiang Dao Sect were just the cold wind that caught my eyes.

His eyes were no longer clear and turbid!

He said that he had a lifespan of one year. Under this Bodhi tree, he told his disciple Huang Fu Yi, and to his old friend Jiang Manlou.

In fact, he knew in his heart that the life span of this year was not for anyone to hear. He was staring at the three thousand Bodhi trees in a daze, and he was just praying.

Pray to the three thousand Bodhi trees, praying that you can still have the rest of your life.

He does not believe in heaven or fate.

The first belief in the academy is also his belief.

He only believes in three thousand Bodhi trees.

He knew that the three thousand Bodhis were the eyes left by the teacher in the academy.

He prayed to the teacher and borrowed another year for another year!

...

Under the Bodhi tree, both Jiang Manlou and Huangfu Yi fell into silence.

For practitioners who can live hundreds or thousands of years, the situation of one year is too short. It is like Luo Changfeng who is sleeping in the Forgetful River. He has been sleeping for a full year since the day of his injury until today.

In a flash of fingers!

Jiang Manlou picked up a cup of tea, covered it with his hands and put it into his mouth. Before the tea could be drunk, tears fell into the corners of his eyes.

The Jiangman Tower is covered very tightly.

He quietly poured the tea mixed with tears into his belly.

Jiang Manlou put down the teacup and suddenly thought of something and said: "There are laws to cure such serious injuries in Changfeng, so your injuries..."

Wuxiang Dao Sect withdrew his gaze and smiled and said, "If there is any injury, it can be cured, but if it is not injured, how can it be cured?"

Jiang Manlou looked confused and confused. He really couldn't understand such a mystery: "Why is it safe again?"

Wuxiang Dao Sect explained: "My cultivation is gone, and now I am just an old guy who has lived for thousands of years. For ordinary people, this age has exceeded the limit of the cycle of the heavenly way. So my fatal injury is not

Hurt, but time! Time of death and decay!"

Jiang Manlou still disbelief: "Is it really impossible to cure? It is rumored that five hundred years ago, Juntiantu was divided into seven parts in the battle of the Demon Sect, and among them were the supreme medical book Shennong Hundred Sketches. Is it even

Is Shennong helpless?”

Wuxiang Daozong smiled and said, "You little guy, you know a lot."

Jiang Manlou smiled awkwardly.

Wuxiang Dao Sect continued: "It is useless to confront the time of the Heavenly Dao and the Reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, a hundred sketches of Shennong alone. There have been many practitioners in the realm of Shengui from ancient times to the present, but whether it is the upright Emperor Yutian in his prime or the Mo Dao who is looking at the secrets of heaven.

, or the old man who picked stars at the top of Kunlun, did not really break the way of heaven and became immortal. Even the best-in-law of ancient and modern times, senior Tianjiu Blade, could not escape the cycle of heaven and heaven."

Jiang Manlou remembered a secret story: "Doesn't the rumors say that collecting seven pictures and recreating the Juntian map can help the saints of the realm of God break through the heavenly way, ascend to the Zhoutian, and become immortal?"

Wuxiang Daozong looked at Jiang Manlou in surprise: "For thousands of years, except for the world-destroying battle led by Senior Tianjiu Blade to fight against the invasion of another world, the complete Juntian map has only been in five hundred years.

The Demon Sect of the Mountains of the First Two Realms appeared once. And since then, the whereabouts of the seven catalogs are unknown. It is the supreme thing that the whole world will covet. It is not easy to collect the seven catalogs!"

Jiang Manlou said, "Changfeng's body..."

He stopped his impulse in time.

Baili Changfeng is Luo Changfeng, the son of Luo Ling, and it is no secret to the three people under the Bodhi tree.

Luo Changfeng was in love with the map of the country, and naturally he could not hide it from them.

However, this incident has a far-reaching impact, and Jiang Manlou knew that no matter where he or she was, he could not be mentioned easily.

Jiang Manlou stopped talking, and there was another silence under the Bodhi tree.

However, he did not expect that Wuxiang Dao Sect would break this silence first. He sighed softly: "Actually... this is what I am trying to say to you."

Wuxiang Dao Sect wants to chat with Jiang Manlou, who is now known as the first family.

He couldn't find any suitable excuses.

That is, every night, Huangfu Yi rushed to the courtyard, then grabbed Jiang Manlou here, and played chess and chatted with him.

They played chess for thirteen days in a row, but Wuxiang Dao Sect kept silent and didn't talk about anything.

Until today.

After the Wuxiang Dao Sect finally got some understanding of the old friend she wanted to observe and finally felt relieved.

When Jiang Manlou heard this, he actually felt a breakdown in his heart.

He felt that he was really not easy and was really tired!

The name of the evil young man in the world was not intimidating others, but in the end he was intimidating the powerful Dao Sect Master of Bodhi Academy! So that the Dao Sect Master who had traveled alone to Tiandong and shocked the eight hundred sects to observe his thirteenth

Only then can I dare to get back to the point with my heart!

Jiang Manlou felt that he was a failure!

Wuxiang Daozong said: "Do you know who can help the Changfeng injury to bring back the dead?"

Jiang Manlou shook his head innocently.

He had also inquired about it everywhere in the academy, but only knew that that night, someone had sent a book to Dean Zhuang. It is unknown who the mysterious man was.

Wuxiang Daozong said: "That man comes from Zhongzhou and is in charge of Tianji Pavilion."

Jiang Manlou was shocked!

He opened his big eyes and said carefully: "Is it a rare opportunity to be the master of Ji Pavilion today?"

Wuxiang Daozong shook his head: "I mean, the one who truly controls Tianji Pavilion."

"Can it be... Old Man Tianji, don't tell me Mo Tianji?"

"It's him!"

"How could he remember to save Changfeng? They have never known each other!" Jiang Manlou couldn't figure it out, so he waved his hand again, looked at Wuxiang Daozong and said, "Wait... How could Old Man Tianji know about Chang?

The wind is injured?”

When talking about the key point of the problem, Huangfu Yi, who was silent on the side, frowned.

Things don't seem to be as simple as they seem!

Wuxiang Dao Sect looked at Jiang Manlou, nodded with satisfaction and said, "This is the secret of heaven."

There are people in this world who can guess the calculation of Tianji.

That person is not Shen Tianxin, who is proficient in Tianxin Arithmetic, that person is the old man Tianji from Tianji Pavilion.

It’s just sad that some people count the secret of heaven, but no one counts the secret of old man Tianji!

Jiang Manlou looked shocked.

He always knew that whenever he involved the map of the country, the country would be far from being as simple as he saw.

However, he didn't know that the simplicity and complexity he thought, the simplicity and complexity he saw were not the whole truth, but the tip of the iceberg of the truth.

It was not until this moment that Jiang Manlou suddenly realized.

Why did the demon sect that was once prosperous when he received the Juntian Tu, and why did Luo Ling, who had captured the remnant map of the country and the mountains and rivers, be destroyed... It turns out that the things that made the world covet really turmoil the whole world!

And the real world has never been a world where the world is mysterious and the world is revealed in ten days!

The real world is the world where saints play like mountains of corpses!

(PS: It's another college entrance examination season. No matter whether there are senior high school students who are about to go to the battlefield when they look at Juntiantu, Loulan still wishes senior high school students the first three to be on the list, 211, 985, all of them come to the bowl.)