The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

The Taiwei suppressed the fear in his heart and ordered his men to ride and shoot.

This Da Jin man can still stand up after death. Is this their shaman casting spells?

The boy turned into a corpse soldier stood in front of him, with fire in his eyes.

Regardless of the piercing of thousands of arrows, he is already dead, ignoring any pain and death.

Lu Yuan pulled out the spine from one of the corpses and used it as a bone whip.

The bone whip whipped loudly, killing all the barbarians who had just been invincible.

They couldn't figure out why a dead person who got up was so powerful.

Hu Ren Taiwei's mount was cut off in the middle and fell to the ground. It was them who looked at life with indifference just now... Hu Ren, but now, it's turned around.

At this time, a voice sounded.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, if this son is found as soon as possible, he must be an excellent student of my Shushan Jianmen."

Suddenly, two real people in blue Taoist robes fell from the sky.

Riding a flying sword, she is immortal, the woman is beautiful, and the man is proud.

The corpse soldier's bloodthirsty impulse made him rush towards the two Taoists immediately.

But Feijian chopped off the corpse soldier's head.

"Slaying demons and eliminating demons, and supporting righteousness is my mission in Shushan." The cold male priest said lightly.

The dying Hu Ren Taiwei raised his head and looked at the 'Sword Immortal' in front of him, his eyes were full of confusion and shock.

This little junior sister was quite irritable, and the sword of eliminating demons came out of her body.

He wanted to kill the dying captain, but was stopped by the Taoist priest's sword.

"The sword that eliminates demons must not kill people. This is my Shushan school's training." The Taoist said indifferently: "We can stand by and watch, but we can't do it ourselves."

"Junior Sister understands, it's just that the barbarian just now is too hateful..."

"If the sword of killing demons cuts at mortals, we will become demons."

The Taoist priest looked at the broken corpse soldier and wanted to stand up, so he could only squat down and speak softly.

"Bury this young man well. He has an excellent physique and is a talent for cultivating Taoism. Although he is dead now, his body and soul are easily contaminated with the aura. Putting him here will attract more corpses to disperse. ...by then his dead breath will infect more corpses."

"Senior brother, you didn't want to bury him for this reason. Obviously, you were moved by seeing him protect the frontier so bravely."

"Nonsense, brother didn't."

"Brother, you have it."

The passing Shushan Sword Immortals buried this small frontier guard, and buried Lu Yuan alone with mahogany, and then flew away.

The Taiwei survived, he returned to the big tent, and told the story one by one.

The will to fight in the Central Plains is still there, and there is a mysterious existence. Now it is not appropriate to attack on a large scale.

"Da Jin's death was postponed because of these youngsters, some...exiled prisoners."

2 Fifty Chapters Remember

At this moment, YangMeng could only feel shocked.It is the Shushan Sword Immortal who practiced flying swords, and also, this little butterfly who instigates history.

If it weren't for the heroic fighting of this team, the time for the barbarians to enter the customs would have been earlier, and the luck of the Western Jin Dynasty would have ended earlier.

People who are not recorded in history books and remembered by the world.

But it is real, exists in history, and exists in the world.

Each of us is truly affecting the world...

The remains of the corpse soldier were buried in the coffin by the swordsman of Shushan...

Time passed, circumstances changed, the coffin was dug out, the coffin was made into mahogany products for sale, and in the end, the mahogany chair made of the coffin core attached to Cannian passed into YangMeng's hands.

Even after so long.

The obsession in the coffin has not forgotten the promise made back then.

If you die on the battlefield, you have to go back, and Brother Ziming, exchange the half bowl of wine...

...

Time flies, to the modern town.

The illusion ends.

The soldier's obsession appears here.

In front of me is a patch of weeds and lush branches and leaves.

But in this overgrown place, vegetation slowly appeared.

"I'm back, brother Ziming."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, why are you here now?"

There was a bit of blame in the tone, but it was difficult to conceal the joy in it.

The winery of that year appeared in front of my eyes, and a pale-faced young scholar appeared in front of the winery.

The wind blew the young scholar's long hair, and he looked at Lu Yuan with gentle eyes.

The scholar boy, like the boy who joined the army and guarded the border, has waited for nearly 2000 years and has not dissipated.

Lu Yuan smiled.

"I said that I will come back even if I die, brother Ziming."

"I also said that death will wait for you to come back." Ye Ziming said with a smile: "I have been waiting for you here for half a year after you set off, thinking that you would come back soon, but Wait, wait, you never came back."

His illness lasted only half a year.

However, half a year later, he died here due to lung disease.

It has been waiting here.

Coincidentally, Lu Yuan also died in the flames of war half a year after his expedition.

The pale young scholar Ye Ziming took out half a jug of wine, which was the practice wine of that year.

When I practiced wine back then, I only drank half of it. Now it's time to drink the remaining half.

"Then you are still waiting?" Lu Yuan raised his glass and picked up the glass, which contained cloudy liquor.

"Because you said that you will come back even if you die, so I know that you will definitely come back." Ye Ziming raised his glass.

A promise for a thousand years, today to redeem.

The two teenagers looked at each other with a smile and toasted each other.

After drinking a glass of wine, all the phantoms dissipate. Whether it is Ye Ziming or Lu Yuan's obsession, they all dissipate with time.

Their past, their promises, vanished with this gulp.

What was not remembered by history, the friendship between the two was witnessed by the three.

........

"It's over, this is his story."

Li Wei looked at the place where the curtain ended before him and said.

The ground was overgrown with weeds, and the wine house that had just witnessed brotherhood was left with only weeds and broken wine bottles standing in it.

The decanter is tangled in vegetation growth and has not been moved in 2000 years.

The scholar Ye Ziming's soul is attached to the wine bottle.

"It is said that the wind of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the wind of a gentleman, a promise is more than a thousand gold..." Liang Hongbin was shocked when he saw it, and he was speechless for a long time, because a promise has been entrusted for thousands of years.

This has to be admitted, this is a very impressive thing.

Li Wei used spiritual methods to control the soil embryo and buried the wine bottle on the ground.

Return all their past to ashes to ashes.

"It's over, you can go back..."

"As agreed, I will pay you."

As YangMeng said that, he wanted to pay.

This wonderful experience and knowledge cannot be exchanged for money.

"Well..it's not necessary." Li Wei paused and said, "Give your mahogany chair to the poor."

"I gave you the mahogany chair and the money."

YangMeng said, knowing that this mahogany chair was the source of his nightmares these days, he definitely couldn't have it, because of this mahogany chair, he lost as much hair as he lost, and it's about the same as if he had lost all of his hair—although he was originally alopecia areata A little bit, but he always believed that his baldness and the nightmare brought by the mahogany chair were inextricably linked.

Maybe when the mahogany chair is gone, my baldness will be fine.

So, he has thousands of reasons to hate Cannian on the mahogany chair, but now he can't hate at all.

After paying Li Wei, just as he was about to say something, the figure of the Taoist disappeared.

For a moment, he didn't even know if such a Taoist existed.

"He left." Liang Hongbin looked at the sky and said: "The Taoist priest left first, let's go back too, teacher."

Yes, he left, but he came and took him through this period of history, which is magnificent but with a little sadness.

........

YangMeng returned to his normal life, and he will no longer be disturbed by nightmares. The only regret is that his hair seems to be falling out more.

He returned to high school as a language teacher.

In the Chinese class, looking at the students in the audience, he was in a daze for a moment.

These students are about the same age as the teenagers I saw in the fantasy dream of the Western Jin Dynasty.

But the students in front of them are enjoying the campus, youthful, innocent and lively in their eyes.

Death and the frontier were never something they had to think about.

It is well known that the Wei and Jin Dynasties are romantic, celebrities and gentlemen, and many stories about gentlemen have been circulated.But YangMeng also knew that the chaotic era starting from the Western Jin Dynasty was a time when China was so weak.

Even now, in many corners of the world, there are stories of teenagers going to the battlefield. In many small countries that people may not have heard of, such and such stories are happening.

YangMeng suddenly thought of a sentence - don't want the rise of a big country, only the dignity of a small country.This is a sentence that was often mentioned on the Internet before.

I envy the so-called elegant country of gentlemen.

I haven't experienced it before, but now YangMeng really understands the nonsense of this sentence - without the rise of a great power, how can there be dignity?

Only when the country is rich and the people are strong can it have dignity.

Dignity does not depend on gentlemanly demeanor.

Only strength can have dignity.

YangMeng said after a moment of silence.

"Attend class."

A childish and jagged voice sounded.

"Hello teacher!"

"Today's learning content is..."

YangMeng just used chalk to write on the blackboard. Halfway through writing, he closed his eyes and put down the chalk.

"Students, do you know an ancient poem... But let the Dragon City Flying General stay, don't teach Huma to go to Yinshan Mountain."

"I know! This is an ancient poem I learned in junior high school!"

The students responded enthusiastically.

"Today, let me tell you a story about a small soldier in the Western Jin Dynasty and a sick and weak scholar who made promises for thousands of years."

The story may be forgotten, but at least it is remembered today.