Daqin: At the beginning, he merged with the old heavenly master and married Dongjun

The mysterious pattern keeps rotating.

The golden crow dominates the yang, the black warbler dominates the yin, the blue luan occupies the wooden position, the red bird occupies the fire position, the kunpeng occupies the gold position, Miemeng occupies the water level, and the yellow bird occupies the earth position.

moment.

He saw fragments one by one...

"The Azure Dragon Project..."

"Mr. Changping... Xia Kui Tian Guang..."

"Yandan..."

"Yinghou Fanju..."

"That figure is..."

"Confucianism, Ji's surname... Patriarch Duanmu?"

"72 Xian..."

"Dongjun Feiyan and Yandan are actually his pawns..."

Chapter 82

Qi country.

Among the towering mountains.

Clouds and mist shrouded the mountain into two halves.

There is a huge magic circle here.

Outsiders enter without knowing the direction, will be trapped for several days, and will be transferred out.

Over time, this mountain was called "Fairy Mountain" by the local people.

Rumor has it that in the fairy mountains, there is an immortal who blesses the surrounding area with good weather and good weather.

Among the mountains!

Another scene presented.

The aura is like fog, and the mountain is a spiritual vein.

The entire mountain reveals a kind of Confucianism that nourishes me.

This awe-inspiring cultivation of Confucianism is full of sincerity, and can kill even the innate golden core realm.

"Yan~~~"

A sound of dragon chant, sonorous, thick and grand, nourishing my Confucianism, piercing the sky.

"Yan Dan's marriage line is broken!"

There was a voice, vaguely absent, revealing an artistic conception, "Someone is inferring the old man, who is it?"

Through the line of sight, beyond the clouds.

Come to the top of the mountain.

There is a clear lake there.

The lake is faintly shimmering, with infinite Confucianism, intertwined with the aura of the mountains.

On the banks of the lake, the old trees are lush, with knotted branches, vigorous and ancient.

Next to the ancient forest, there is a pavilion and a long stone table.

There was an old man with long sleeves and gray beard.

"Deduce old man, touch my chess piece?"

Old man, at this time the aura is vast and incomparable, piercing the sky and reaching the sky, there is nothing in the world that cannot be written, and there is nothing that cannot be punished!

"I can't figure it out..."

Even though he was at the peak of the Dongxuan Realm, the old man still felt a kind of heart palpitation, "Ji's Wuju, there is nothing that cannot be counted, but if you continue to deduce it, I'm afraid there will be great terror."

"This is... a counterattack force that can almost fall, who is moving my chess pieces?"

Now the road to eternal life is broken.

Even if one achieves the peak of the Dongxuan Realm, the lifespan is only about a thousand years.

"It's hazy, I can't figure it out, I can only figure out a few other chess pieces."

"And that chess piece is hazy, and someone is covering it up."

The old man waved his sleeves.

His breath was restrained, like an extremely ordinary old man, his whole body was full of bookishness.

"Confucianism and Taoism, the two are flourishing, this is the general trend."

"They dare not move, is it Ghost Valley?"

"Ghost Valley has fallen, it's a mess, and I don't dare to move my chess pieces, so who is it?"

"The chess piece is in Xianyang, could it be that kid from the Ying clan, Chulizi?"

The old man sat by the lake, with an ancient face, "That chess piece is an important part, it can open the game between the ancient Qinglong and the Nine Heavens Xuannv, I am one of the carefully selected chess pieces from the descendants of the Ji surname, and they are indispensable. "

He has lived from the Spring and Autumn Period to the present, and he has already had a high status. He looks at the world with a smile, and the common people are chess.

Just to continue the path of eternal life.

For that chess piece, he still values ​​it more.

Is it really Ying's?

Since the battle between Ying Quliang and Lord Shang Yang, the Ying family and them have never interfered with each other.

It is a certainty that Ying's lineage will unify the seven kingdoms.

Did they want to fight against the destiny?

To measure them, he didn't have the guts to go against the sky.

So, among them, who is causing trouble?

"Patriarch Duanmu, since he is not the Ying family, could he be a Taoist?"

The middle-aged man next to him said hesitantly.

"fool!"

Patriarch Duanmu glanced at him, "Taoism would not do such a stupid thing, they want to live forever, and the road to longevity is the grave of their Taoism."

"If that one hadn't cut off the Tianmen back then, how could there be so many things."

Speaking of that one, Patriarch Duanmu flashed a trace of fear and suspicion.

The air rushed to Hangu Pass for three thousand miles, cut off the gate of heaven, cut off the road to longevity, that kind of determination.

For so many years.

He still didn't understand, why did the Taoist want to cut off the road to longevity?

The middle-aged man trembled and quickly lowered his head, "What the ancestor taught is that the disciple knows his mistake."

Patriarch Duanmu ignored him, but looked in the direction of Qin from a distance, his eyes slightly squinted.

"Find out the person who moved the chess pieces!"

"Notify Fu Nian of Xiaoshengxian Zhuang to go to Xianyang and think about the reason."

A calm voice, neither happy nor sad.

But the middle-aged man felt the suffocating power.

……

at the same time.

Xianyang City, in the mountains and forests.

A bamboo forest rustled.

A figure, wearing a hooded cloak to cover his face, was holding a wooden staff as tall as a person, with nine small copper bells on it, and every step he took, the bells jingled.

With every step, there are ripples that spread around.

As if, the bamboo forest opened for him.

"You came……"

A faint voice came from the reeds in the bamboo forest.

The door squeaked.

Open slowly.

A tall old man walked out slowly from the grass reed, his gray hair fell loose on his shoulders, fluttering in the wind.

Wearing a bronze mask, his deep eyes revealed a calmness like water.

"uncle!"

The man in the hood and cloak saluted respectfully.

Subsequently.

The hood on the head, as if pulled away by an invisible hand, was lowered and fell behind the head.

A handsome, but frosty-white hair appeared on the temples.

If there were old immortals from the time of King Qin Huiwen and King Qin Zhaoxiang here, they would definitely recognize who he was.

After so many years, his appearance has not changed.

This person is the Xiangguo in the period of King Huiwen of Qin—Ci Lizi!

He is the son of Qin Xiaogong Ying Quliang, and the younger brother of Qin Huiwen King.

Even later, after King Qin Zhaoxiang succeeded to the throne, he was still the prime minister.

However, after a few years in office, Ci Lizi died of illness.

However, the person who should have died now appeared!

The old man with the bronze mask waved his hand, "What are you doing here?"

Chu Lizi straightened up and looked at the old man in the bronze mask: "Uncle, don't hurt people who shouldn't be touched, so my nephew is here."

"Oh?"

There was some doubt in the eyes of the bronze masked old man, "Who did he touch?"

His nephew is proficient in geomancy and divination, and he is superb.

It has always been flawless.

Even he admires it.

Anyway, he doesn't understand this kind of divination.

but.

This nephew never showed up.

However, once it shows up, it is a big deal.

Mysterious and mysterious, I don't know what to do.

"Bloodline of the surname Ji, a chess piece of the Confucian Duanmu ancestor."

Chu Lizi opened his mouth and said.

"Patriarch Duanmu~~"

At the mention of this name, the eyes of the old man with the bronze mask flashed brightly.

Of the 72 sages of Confucianism, many survived.

But Patriarch Duanmu is one of the best.