Chapter 310: The Man of the Amazing Years

The wind and clouds are moving, and the Cangshan Mountain is like a curtain.

The full moon hangs high in the night sky like the eyes of a fox.

Ji Jianling looked at the memorial tablet on the stone platform, put down the broom in his hand, and helped it up. It was inscribed in Taoist secret script, and ordinary people would not recognize it if they saw it.

This is the Longevity Card of Longhu Mountain, which can prolong life by sacrificing death to life.

This kind of method can only be practiced by disciples who have achieved success in cultivation and have received the true teachings. They tie all the karma they have obtained in their lives to the longevity card.

In ancient times, mortals said that it is called accumulating Yin virtue.

Therefore, in the early years, there were often various legends about Taoist priests traveling around the world. First, they entered the world of mortals to experience and seek their own opportunities, and second, they accumulated evil virtues and set up longevity cards.

"Master, has the karma formed by Grand Master Uncle been broken?"

At this moment, Ning Fan walked over.

After the Dragon King Sacrifice, he went to the capital, and then returned to Longhu Mountain, where he has been cultivating with great concentration.

As a disciple of Longhushan, he was defeated by Zhou Dao, which made him unacceptable, and he was suffocating.

"Since you are fighting against the sky, you should know that life and death are not in your control!" Ji Jianling said indifferently, "This is fate."

"Then Grand Master Uncle..." Ning Fan couldn't help but his heart moved.

"Everyone has their own fate, don't worry about it."

There was no slight fluctuation on Ji Jianling's face, it seemed that no matter what happened, it would be difficult to cause ripples in his heart.

"You have retreated for a long time, but have you gained anything?"

Ning Fan nodded, clasped his hands tightly, and his eyes shone with determination.

"Now, I have stepped into the nine transformations of the refining realm and opened the Tianling acupoint. If I meet him again, I am confident that I can subdue him."

On the day of the Dragon King's Great Sacrifice, Zhou Dao was only the real fire nine.

Less than a month after Ning Fan returned to Longhu Mountain, he opened the [Tianling Aperture] and stepped into the Nine Changes of Refining Realm. This speed is not unpleasant.

Perhaps it was because of the Dragon King Sacrifice, no, it was the pressure Zhou Dao put on him that made him break through so quickly.

Now if they meet again, Ning Fan has absolute confidence that he can defeat the opponent.

"You have overcome your inner demons, but you have not yet overcome success or failure..." Ji Jianling whispered.

"Worth breaking success or failure!?"

"This world is bigger than what you have seen. No one can be invincible and invincible. When you find that there is an existence among your peers that makes you far behind and even despairs, can you still be so determined?" Ji Jianling asked.

"I will try my best to chase..." Ning Fan clenched his hands tightly.

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ji Jianling.

"Some people, even if you try your best, you can't catch up. One day, you will know that there are too many things in this world that do not have results without hard work."

"Master, is there such a person?" Ning Fan was a little unbelieving.

He is a disciple of Longhu Mountain, and his talent is also good. At such an age, he has cultivated into the Nine Transformations of the Refinement Realm. Such an achievement can be regarded as extremely dazzling.

An evildoer that even he couldn't catch up with all his strength?

Will there be such a person?

"Young man, you don't know what despair is."

Ji Jianling sighed softly, a trace of emotional fluctuation appeared on his face, and the color of remembrance welled up in his eyes.

Ning Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out, "Master, have you ever met such a person?"

Ji Jianling was silent, and there was a little sadness in his reminiscing eyes.

He looked at the clouds and mist surging in front of the mountain, and was silent for a while before he said leisurely: "Meet him before, his surname is Zhou..."

"It's a pity that Shanhe's old friend is long gone."

The sigh is deep, as cold as the moonlight.

Ning Fan was slightly moved: "Not here?"

"His sharpness is too strong, it crosses that era, his radiance is radiant, and it amazes all directions... Sigh... why bother? The sun is too blazing, there will always be someone to cover it..."

Ji Jianling murmured softly, as if he was talking about the past, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

"To be able to make the master so respectful, this person must have a great reputation." Ning Fan asked curiously.

Ji Jianling shook his head: "Name... after so many years, who else can remember him? His name is taboo, you can't say it, you can't say it..."

"Why?" Ning Fan frowned slightly, feeling strange.

You must know that his master has a very high status in Longhu Mountain, and the person who can make him value is definitely not an unknown person.

Such a well-known celebrity in the world, why can't he mention it.

"He's dead...but the sword marks he left can't be erased." Ji Jianling sneered, with a chill in his eyes.

"It's a pity, there will never be such a shocking swordsmanship in this world..."

"What kind of swordsmanship?" Ning Fan couldn't help asking.

Ji Jianling looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and the scene of the world-shattering battle appeared in his mind.

"Mayfly Sword Art!"

"What?" Ning Fan suddenly changed his face, his face was filled with indescribable shock, and he seemed to think of something faintly.

"Yuan Wang Fa Conference is another year of Yuan Wang Fa Conference. It's a pity that no one can catch up with his demeanor." Ji Jianling murmured softly, with a lonely expression on his face.

Ning Fan's heart skipped a beat, he hadn't seen his master look like this for a long time.

On weekdays, Ji Jianling is extremely calm and indifferent to everything, as if he is too forgetful and unmoved.

Only on July 15th every year, Ji Jianling always went to the back mountain alone, and stayed overnight.

Only then would Ji Jianling show such an expression.

Ning Fan vaguely knew that about seventeen years ago, Ji Jianling came back from the outside, soaked in blood, he cried a lot, stayed in Zuowang Peak for seven days and seven nights, and then erected an unnamed monument on the back mountain.

Since then, Ji Jianling has never stepped out of Longhu Mountain.

When Ning Fan was young, out of curiosity, he sneaked into the back mountain and wanted to see the unnamed stele, but Ji Jianling found it.

That experience, Ning Fan will never forget, it was the first time in his life that he saw his master showing such a terrifying expression, and he almost kicked him out of the school in the end.

At this point, Ning Fan never dared to set foot on the back mountain again.

He vaguely guessed that Ji Jianling's obsession and demons might be hidden there.

"I'm tired, you can step back." Ji Jianling waved his hand, looking a little discouraged.

"Disciple leave!"

Ning Fan bowed respectfully, turned and left.

Nuoda's Zuowang Peak, there is only that lonely figure left.

"Zhou Xuan..." Ji Jianling murmured softly and uttered two words, which were soon overwhelmed by the howling mountain wind.

...

Pingjiang City.

It was late at night, and something happened to the Longmen dam on the Nielong River. Long Ao, Duan Shan, and Xiao Nanfeng led people to rush there overnight.

There was a great battle there, and the whole dike was nearly destroyed.

The people from Longmen immediately blocked the scene.

At this moment, although the sky has not yet dawned, many forces have received the news, but no one knows exactly what happened.

In a three-story building.

Baimenlou stood on the top of the building, looking at the quiet Pingjiang City.

The first commander is very clear that this ancient city is about to usher in a new era, and the power that everyone wants to get involved will be reshuffled.

"Dragon Gate is over?"

Ashes was wearing a black robe and came from behind.

As a spy placed in the Zhenmen Division, he was like being in the shadows, without revealing the slightest trace, and even his voice had changed.

Even Bai Menlou is not qualified to see his true face.

"Fortunately, I didn't make a move. After all, I still underestimated Yanjun's strength."

Bai Menlou's eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of awe was reflected in his pupils.

Not long ago, he had led his masters to ambush in Nielongjiang, just for fear of accidents, and even more afraid of the emergence of masters from Zhenma Division to compete for the ancestor of Longmen.

It now appears that his worries were unnecessary.

No one can take advantage of Lord Yan's move, even monsters like the ancestors of the Longmen were taken care of by him.

Looking at Pingjiang City, he is a well-deserved number one master.

"The matter of Pingjiang City is over. I am afraid that all the ancestor artifacts obtained by the three families from Nielongjiang have fallen into Lord Yan's hands."

Ashes whispered: "The senior officials of the Zhenmagic Division have issued an order, and everyone is waiting to withdraw from Pingjiang City."

The masters of Zhenmensi came for the three ancestral artifacts, but now they have not succeeded, so they naturally want to withdraw their troops, so as not to be taken over by Yuyaosi.

"You invited me here not only for this matter, right?" Bai Menlou said with deep meaning.

"The Zhenmagic Division will send experts to Lin'an Mansion, maybe even I will go there." Ashes said lightly.

"Lin'an Mansion?" Baimenlou frowned into the word "Chuan", feeling faintly uneasy.

"King Huo Long is going to die, it's a big deal."

hum...

Before the words fell, Baimenlou's fat body trembled slightly, and a terrifying aura leaked out, even more terrifying than Shang Tianhe.

"Zhenmagic is really powerful, and it seems that he has also planted powerful spies among us, and even knows such news." Bai Menlou gritted his teeth.

"Once King Huo Long dies, there will be chaos in Lin'an Mansion, and it's not the small Pingjiang City that will be involved." Ashes whispered.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and left.

"I understand!"

Baimenlou didn't turn his head back, looking at the dark Pingjiang City, his mung bean-like eyes shone coldly.

"It's time to go back!"

...

The morning light was slightly dew, and after a long night, Pingjiang City was finally about to usher in light.

As soon as Lu Xianyang got up, he saw a person sitting in the room.

"You finally showed up." Lu Xianyang sneered.

That day he sent Wang Xuance to Ping'an Town to arrest Old Yuan. Since then, the latter has disappeared and has only just shown himself now.

"I am seriously injured and need to be recuperated." Wang Xuance said lightly.

He didn't mention anything about what happened in Ping'an Town that day.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Lu Xianyang said lightly.

"You are in Yuyaosi, you should know what happened in Ping'an Town that day." Wang Xuance glanced at it and said calmly.

Lu Xianyang, the romantic young man who is famous in Pingjiang City, and the young talent of the Yuyao Division, who would have thought that his real identity is the master of the Zhenmagic Division, code-named "Yemo".

Even if it is him, he must obey Lu Xianyang's orders.

"I read the report of Yu Yaosi, but I don't think it's true."

Elder Yuan is dead, and the master of the Ghost Sacrificing Sect is also missing. There is no proof of death, so where did the ancestors of Yuanmen go?

There are too many doubts here.

Lu Xianyang was very suspicious that besides the demon master, demon suppressor and ghost priest sect, there were people from the fourth party involved in it that day.

"You guessed wrong, that's the truth." Wang Xuance said.

Lu Xianyang stared at him, remained silent for a while before he said leisurely: "As long as he is a human being, every action he takes has a purpose. What is your purpose?"

"You don't believe me?" Wang Xuance said in a deep voice, "If I have a different heart, I can confess you and sell you to the demon master."

"Hahaha..." Lu Xianyang laughed loudly: "You can't, because you need the protection and strength of Zhenmensi."

Wang Xuance's face was slightly condensed, and he remained silent.

"Okay, the matter of Pingjiang City is over, you can leave and go to Lin'an Mansion."

"Lin'an Mansion!" Wang Xuance was slightly moved.

"The end of King Huo Long is approaching. It must be very lively there. When you arrive at Lin'an Mansion, there will naturally be someone to meet you." Lu Xianyang said lightly.

Wang Xuanzang didn't speak, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wang Xuance..."

At this moment, Lu Xianyang suddenly called out to stop him, and the latter suddenly stopped and turned sideways.

"Those who have abandoned the light can never turn back."

The indifferent voice echoed in the room, Wang Xuanzang paused slightly, his divine form flashed, and he left here.

"Interesting, his younger brother..." Lu Xianyang looked at the empty room with a meaningful smile.