Chapter 342 The sorrow of people like us!

"Correct."

Mo Ya was a person who collected intelligence for Tian Xuan and did some dirty work. Xuan Jian was a person who was conquered by Zheng Ge in Xinzheng City and helped him to divide the Luowang forces and do dirty work. They were in similar situations and had no direct grudges, so they felt that they were in the same boat.

Hearing Xuan Jian say this, Mo Ya's handsome and evil face showed an expression of deep agreement.

"Although the Lord has said before, as long as the people of Night Owl work for him for five years and promise not to say anything that should not be said, they can hide their identities and leave with the gains of these years. However, this does not include me and a few brothers. Because we know too much. If we really want to leave, the Lord will definitely kill us to silence us!"

"This is probably the sorrow of people like us!" Xuan Jian said lightly.

[It seems that His Majesty has learned about the king's investigation into his own background! ]

[Mo Ya really doesn't know! So, although Wushuang Jun wants to know his own life experience, he won't let it cloud his mind! ]

The two men, who could equally be called black gloves, lamented their own situation, with chaotic thoughts running through their minds.

"Xuan Jian, we haven't seen each other for many years." Mo Ya put away the jade pendant returned by Xuan Jian and made a suggestion to Xuan Jian with interest, "Although we are not friends, we are not enemies either. Since we are old friends again, why don't we find a place to have a drink together?"

"it is good!"

………………

Zhongnan, Cuihua Mountain.

In a wooden house, the cold wind was howling outside and monkeys were crying, but the lights in the house were still on.

The wooden house was more than enough for one person, just right for two people, and a little crowded for three people. Three people happened to squeeze into it at a time when they should be resting.

Tianxuan, Beimingzi, Shaosiming!

"Most of the disciples of Jiejiao served as officials in the Shang Dynasty, while the disciples of Chanjiao assisted Ji Chang and Ji Fa, father and son. As the war between Shang and Zhou continued to escalate, the conflicts between the three religions, which were originally known as 'red flowers, green leaves, and white lotus roots, the three religions were originally one family', also continued to escalate. First, the leader of the human religion, Taishang Laojun, and the leader of Chanjiao, Yuanshi Tianzun, bullied the weak and killed the three goddesses of Jiejiao; then Chanjiao surrounded and killed the Fire Spirit Mother, one of the four saints of Jiejiao, and when they sent the Fire Spirit Mother's personal magic weapon: the Golden Cloud Crown back to the main temple of Jiejiao, Jin'ao Island, they clashed with the disciples of Jiejiao!
As new and old hatreds accumulated, the leader of Jiejiao, Tongtian Daoist, who wanted to use the hands of Chanjiao to send many of Jiejiao's disciples with bad character and shallow foundation to the list of gods, could no longer sit still. Under the Jiepai Pass, he set up the Zhuxian Sword Formation, which was known as the first killing formation of the Heavenly Dao and was as famous as the Twelve Dutian Gods and Evils Formation of the Wu Clan and the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation of the Demon Clan!
The Zhuxian Sword Formation consists of four swords and one diagram: the first is the Zhuxian Sword, the second is the Luxian Sword, the third is the Xianjian Sword, and the fourth is the Juexian Sword. This sword is hung upside down on the door, and it vibrates with thunder and the sword light flashes. No matter how great a person is, he cannot escape this disaster. In the past, there was a praise for this sword: It is neither copper, nor iron, nor steel. It was once hidden under the Xumi Mountain; it does not need to be refined by the inversion of yin and yang, but it is sharpened by water and fire? Zhuxian is sharp, Luxian is dead, Xianxian is surrounded by red light; Juexian has infinite changes, and the clothes of the Daluo immortals are stained with blood.

The Chan Sect also knew that the grudges of the past few years should be settled, and gathered all their strength to fight the Immortal Sword Formation. Yuanshi Tianzun also knew that the Immortal Sword Formation was presided over by Tongtian Taoist himself, and it could not be broken without four masters of the same level. He went to Mount Xumi in person to invite the Western Sect leaders: Jieyin and Zhunti, and used the debt of karma as a bargaining chip in exchange for the two's help, and himself and his eldest brother: Taishang Laojun, to fight the Immortal Sword Formation of Tongtian Taoist Master! "

In the past few years, Tianxuan stayed in the Western Regions, and was entangled in many things. He had no time to be distracted, so he had to stop writing "Honghuang" for the time being. When the master and the disciple met again, Bei Mingzi was also somewhat interested in Tianxuan's Honghuang, and asked Tianxuan to tell him the next story of Honghuang. Tianxuan could not refuse the request of his mentor.

His slender figure was bathed in the light, his lips opened and closed, telling Bei Mingzi the wonderful story of the Four Saints defeating Zhu Xian. "Tian Xuan," Bei Mingzi's expression suddenly changed, and he interrupted Tian Xuan, "I remember you once said that Taoist Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao are one, without public or private, and without big or small. Then, Taoist Hongjun naturally has no preference for any of his disciples, so why did he pass on the powerful Zhu Xian Sword Formation to Taoist Tongtian?"

“Because although the Immortal Execution Sword Formation is powerful, it cannot suppress destiny.” Tianxuan said calmly, “To suppress destiny, one must have an innate treasure. The Immortal Execution Sword Formation is a formation, not a magic weapon. Therefore, Taoist Hongjun gave it to Taoist Tongtian!”

“This is indeed a shortcoming.”

Tianxuan mentioned the concept of luck more than once in the prehistoric world. People with strong luck will be blessed when they encounter difficulties and will be warded off by evil; when their luck is weak, everything will go wrong and they will be extremely unlucky. If good results are achieved, their luck will increase; if bad results are achieved, their luck will be damaged. For example, although Jiejiao is very powerful and is the largest sect in the Three Realms, its disciples are of varying quality, and many of them do evil, which has damaged Jiejiao's luck.

After listening to Tianxuan's explanation, Bei Mingzi sighed with regret.

"...

The four gates of the Zhuxian evil formation are lined up, with yellow fog, strong wind, thunder and fire; the yellow crown is robbed and the feathered monks in the hall are buried. The sword light swallows the bones of the gods in vain, and the talismans spit out black haze in vain; even if there is a supreme method that can reach the sky, it will be very bad when it meets the holy master.

Entering this formation: yellow mist billows, and golden light shines brightly; yellow mist billows, the Zhuxian formation is like a cloud; golden light shines brightly, and the Bagua stage is like an air shield. Swords, halberds, and spears are like iron barrels; east, west, south, and north are like copper walls.

......"

Swish!
Tianxuan was telling stories about the ancient times to Bei Mingzi, his teacher. Shao Siming, who was in the same wooden house, was not idle either. She held a brush dipped in ink in her snow-white, crystal-clear, jade-like hand and copied everything that Tianxuan said on a blank book, even when Tianxuan was telling some set words.

Whenever Tian Xuan talked about the prehistoric times, he would arrange for someone to hand-copy everything he said. After the work was done, these records would be polished and finally handed over to Widow Qing, who would arrange for someone to publish and print them.

The subtle sound of the pen tip sliding across the paper mixed with Tianxuan's words as he told the story, creating an interesting contrast.

Well!
When Tianxuan talked about the four Hunyuan Daluo Jinxians: Taishang Laojun, Yuanshi Tianzun, Jieyin Taoist, and Zhunti Taoist, who entered the four gates of the Zhuxian Sword Formation respectively and wanted to fight with Tongtian Taoist, Bei Mingzi, who was already over a hundred years old, had a deep sense of fatigue on his old face. With a low hum filled with sleepiness, Bei Mingzi, who was sitting on a wooden bench, slowly stood up and stretched lazily.

"Master, are you sleepy?" Tianxuan stopped talking when he saw this scene, and cast a concerned look at Bei Mingzi who looked sleepy.

Bei Mingzi did not try to be brave and walked out: "When people get old, they tend to feel sleepy. Tianxuan, I'm going to go back and rest!"

"Master, please take care!"

Tianxuan didn’t think that there was anyone in the world who could hurt Bei Mingzi in Tianzong, so he sent Bei Mingzi out of the room and turned back into the wooden house.

(End of this chapter)