thenovelthief [181] If I Were Qing Emperor In Other Years, I Would Repay And Bloom With The Peach Blossoms (Please
[181] If I Were Qing Emperor In Other Years, I Would Repay And Bloom With The Peach Blossoms (Please
It sounds very domineering, much better than the human-faced devil sheep.
Anyway, I am the only one in the Human Faced Demon Sheep Clan, so I can call it whatever I want.
Then Han Yang slightly raised his chest and raised his head.
All of a sudden, the whole person seemed to be confident in an instant.
The people watching were at a loss.
What's wrong with this kid?
Ignore him.
The matter was almost arranged, and everyone was ready to go, after all, it was time to race against time.
Wu Ping also planned to go to Sanqian Study.
By way of this matter, he had to talk about it in person.
Wu Ping said: "That's how it is arranged, Long Ming Han Yang, you are demon cultivators, so go to the demon land first, investigate the matter, and install the teleportation array.
Long Ming and Han Yang all praised: "Yes."
"Uncle Ninth Master, please go with them to avoid any danger."
Nine Turns Demon Venerable smiled and said, "Leave these two little guys to me, don't worry."
"Please trouble Uncle Ninth."
Wu Ping said and looked at Ouyang Zhongmo: "Master, you have prestige in the Seven Blood Sect, wait for the disciples to borrow the way, and then you and Elder Lin Qianli will announce together that we will start a battle, and then a group Past disciples, if you look at them, they must be disciples of our Human Demon Peak and Punishment Peak."
"Don't worry, apprentice, I will leave the matter here to the teacher."
Hear without yourself.
Blood Sea Demon Lord and Liantian Demon Lord asked anxiously: "Then what about us, Wu Ping, you also have to make arrangements for your third and sixth uncles.
Wu Ping said with a smile: "Of course I can't forget the two senior uncles. The two senior uncles walked with me to protect my safety. I am very afraid of death."
He said jokingly.
But it's also true, what if that old guy who doesn't talk about martial arts sneaks up on him?
Because Wu Ping also often does this kind of thing that doesn't talk about martial arts.
He can stare at other people's Tianjiao disciples, what if others also stare at him?
You have to be prepared.
The two ancestors smiled: "It should be so, your safety is the most important "July 13"."
At this moment, the demon Ouyang said next to him: "Then, do you want to inform your mistress?"
"Master, you can tell her about it, but it's best not to let the Twelve Caves of Nanshan participate, at least not now. The Twelve Caves of Nanshan have superior geographical conditions, and they are located in southern Xinjiang, so they can be used as surprise soldiers."
"Besides, there is no one who is immortal in a war. If we are too strong at the beginning, then we will be too aggressive, and Wang Daozong may give us a strong medicine."
Ouyang Zhongmo nodded for the same reason.
After finishing speaking, Wu Ping walked aside, poured tea, and distributed a cup to each of them.
"If Wu Ping sits on the position of the devil, he will never forget the kindness of everyone who helped him. Wish me all the best in my career!"
Just this moonlight.
Wu Ping set off.
His flying boat was also changed and became faster.
However, the flying boat that Lin Wanli gave him was still placed in the flying head man, and there was a half-dead Tianjiao stuck on the bow.
Wu Ping was also reluctant to throw it away, because there were memories of the past on that flying boat.
He is not a person who loves the new and hates the old.
Wu Qi sat cross-legged beside him, looking at the moonlight in the sky while flipping through his densely written notebook.
This is the inspiration for his storytelling in the future.
When a story is told, it is bound to receive applause from all over the house.
Wu Ping looked at it, he was puzzled: "Why are you always so obsessed with storytelling?"
Wu Qi closed the pages of the book: "I had no mother when I was young, and I have never seen my mother. As long as I can remember, my father took me with him. He has a stooped body, but he has a beautiful mouth
I traveled around Chuyang Dynasty with my father to tell stories. "
"I didn't go anywhere, and my father would always welcome a lot of applause with his wonderful mouth. Although he didn't earn much, our life was also rich, but I was not talkative by nature.
My father often told me.
"In the future, his ability in this body will be lost."
"In my eyes, my father is the most powerful, but no matter how I learn, I can't learn his father's tongue-spreading lotus flower. At that time, I thought, if I can learn my father's ability, maybe I will rely on it Storytelling makes money to support the family."
"Later, when the famine was severe in one year, my father and I settled down in the north of the Chuyang Dynasty. My father caught the cold for a while, and couldn't go out to make money. There was no grain of rice left in the house, and the last bowl of porridge was the same. Get off my Wang."
"Father is gone, and he left with the storm and famine that year, and then I entered the Blood Rain Sect."
"I think my father's regret when he was dying was that I couldn't inherit his storytelling skills.
Very bland.
Wu Ping listened carefully.
Patted him on the shoulder: "A person will eventually be trapped by the things that are young and unobtainable all his life, but because of a moment, a scene, an event, and an object, he will unravel the confusion of his life. Remember it well. Let everyone under Nine Heavens come to listen to your stories and applaud you."
"At that time, countless people will be appointed to shout out, good job, reward.
Wu Qi smiled,
But it's a bit ugly.
Provoking Wu Ping's dislike.
"How about it, is this cake delicious?"
Although he didn't know where the cake was, but Wu Ping asked, Wu Qi nodded heavily: "Sweet!"
"Hahahahaha."
The two chatted along the way, and the wind blew the flying boat straight to Sanqian Study in the South.
When he arrived at the place, Wu Ping originally wanted to find Shu Zhouyu.
Unexpectedly, he retreated.
Well, Shu Zhouyu can't talk about such a big event.
I can only visit Master Xun.
Above the Three Thousand Study Room.
"Wu Ping met Master Xun."
Master Xun held the scroll and sighed slightly: "It's still here."
Although he can't be regarded as Wu Ping, the southeast is prospering with swordsmen, and the sky is shining and enchanting. This is what Master Xun saw when he watched the stars at night.
Originally, what he thought was that it should be the Twelve Caves of Nanshan, and supporting the Seven Blood Sect would start a war on the edge of the East and the South.
Moreover, Master Xun also knew about the Seven Blood Sect's selection of devils.
Don't think Wu Ping will come out to choose.
But as Wu Ping appeared here today, he understood that he was here to borrow a way, to go to the Lost Continent, enter the Wild Continent, and brush against the edge of the Demon Land.
The voice fell in Wu Ping's ear.
He said calmly: "Master must have known the reason for Wu Ping's visit."
Master Xun looked at the young man in front of him: "Wu Ping, you are different from other demon cultivators..."
Wu Ping understood the meaning of Master Xun's words.
He said sternly: "May I ask Master, wouldn't Wu Ping start a war if he didn't go to this lost continent? If he went to other places, he would also start a war."
"The conflict between the Seven Blood Sect and Wang Dao Sect has lasted for thousands of years. It is inevitable to start a war. Even if Wu Ping does not leave the Lost Continent, the flames of war will still burn to the Lost Continent."
"If you don't fight now, you will fight in the future. People will die. Sooner or later, people will die. Why not now?"
Master Xun stood up.
The mana in his body was activated, instantly enveloping Wu Ping to fly across the world.
Seeing the suffering and joy of all living beings, birth, old age, sickness and death.
When I returned, it was only a snap of my fingers.
The majestic mountains and rivers are all in front of you.
"I can lend you the road to go. Three thousand studies will not participate in the battle between Wang Daozong and Seven Blood Sect, but I have two requests."
"Master, please tell me."
Master Xun said sternly: "Cultivators, it's normal for you to hit me, and I'll hit you. Who doesn't do it for the sword and who doesn't do it for the fish, but I hope you can assure me that the flames of war will not reach the southern border of Sanqian Study Hall." .”
"I'm not a rotten Confucian. I can understand the principles of replacement of humanity, destruction of tunnels, and rebirth.
"The Confucianism cultivation environment created by my Confucianism cultivation ancestors for thousands of years can be destroyed in one day, and I will have no face to face the most holy ancestors."
Wu Ping said with a serious face: "Wu Ping guarantees that the war between Seven Blood Sect and Wang Dao Sect will never reach the territory of Sanqian Study in the Southern Territory!"
Hearing his words, Master Xun also heaved a sigh of relief.
"The second requirement lies in you. Wu Ping, I have always believed that you are different from ordinary demon cultivators, or that your path is neither broken nor established. Besides, you are a real demon. Wearing... Can't see through...
"Can you give me a promise, and also a promise to the scholars all over the world..."
Reading, culture, whether it is past life or present life, Wu Ping respects scholars.
Of course, what he respects is the scholars who are serious about the eight classics, the scholars who can really care about the world, the common people, and the living beings.
As much ability as you have, you can do as many things and manage as many places as you want.
Wu Ping also reads, and reads well, and reads good books.
But what he wants to control is only himself, and he can't be the so-called saint of Confucianism.
But today Master Xun asked.
Wu Ping raised his head, his momentum raised: "Wu Ping's cultivation level is still inexperienced, and he said too many empty words, which are meaningless, but here today, I will say: there are tens of thousands of mansions in An'an, which shelters the world The poor are all happy!!!”
boom!!!
In an instant, the talent was surging, and the golden magic word hung high above the sky, just like when the dawn breaks, thousands of divine lights burst out, shining up and down the sky.
Endless talents poured into it.
The sacred artifacts in the Three Thousand Study Room are even more shining with golden light, shining through thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
In the void, several figures appeared.
Standing upright, almost filling the entire galaxy, it seems that the galaxy is flowing around these figures, and all kinds of stars are dotted, making them look extremely small.
cast eyes.
A golden beam of light fell from the sky.
Hanging over Wu Ping.
I saw his figure slowly rising into the air.
Master Xun was shocked, he was shocked by what Wu Ping said, and he was also shocked by the manifestation of the most holy sage.
How many years, how many years have the most holy and sages not manifested themselves?
There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which shelters the poor and the poor all over the world...
What an ambition.
Isn’t that what Sanqian Study has done for thousands of years?
Let the underprivileged people all over the world be happy, and everyone has a book to read.
Cultivating immortals comes first, cultivating Buddhas comes next, and cultivating demons comes after.
In the sky and on the earth, there is no living space for scholars. Before realizing their talents, they have no power to restrain a chicken, which is the portrayal of scholars.
How can there be so many geniuses?
How many mortals spend their whole lives dying of old age before realizing their enlightenment.
Master Xun laughed.
The approval of the most holy teacher proves that the thoughts in Wu Ping's mind are not deceitful.
That's enough.
No matter in the future, Wu Ping will be the one who can't break or stand, or a monstrous monster.
Scholars have vitality.
Everyone doesn't know that for Wu Ping, a time traveler who has gone through nine years of compulsory education in his previous life...
The word reading is very important in his heart.
Even if it is in the world of cultivating immortals, all kinds of great power will be added to the body, will it hinder reading?
does not interfere.
Doesn't Moxiu stop reading?
Knowledge, culture, is always important.
No matter which world it is, it is the same.
Even if he knew that the Seven Blood Sects would launch the Great Black Heaven in the future, Wu Ping still never changed his mind. Pure scholars, why not give them
a way out?
The Confucianism cultivators in this world are not like Wu Ping's previous life, who were useless scholars.
They read and understand things, understand human feelings, and know how to adapt.
It is worthy of respect.
Above the sky, Wu Ping has taken off.
That body is in the void, the Milky Way swims to the side, a few figures dotted with all kinds of stars understand.
"He who has the constitution of heaven in his mouth, if he wants to have it, he must not have it, if he wants to have it, he must not have it, and the decree will show the law.
When Master Xun heard the words of the most sage, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
He couldn't believe what he heard.
Master Xun guessed that the most sages were alarmed by Wu Ping and might give rewards.
But he never imagined that he would bestow this Confucian and Taoist supernatural power!!
Say what you say!!!
Again, although Wu Ping is a demon cultivator, Master Xun never confuses Wu Ping with ordinary demon cultivators.
But his identity as a demon cultivator is a fact, and this will not change.
What is the law of speech?
That is the great supernatural power ranked number one among Confucianism cultivators.
It can only be passed on, not spoken.
There is only one piece of heaven and earth, and if one person has it, there will be nothing in the world.
Even Master Xun himself did not have the qualifications.
He once thought that his disciple Shu Zhouyu would become the only Confucianism cultivator who had the hope of inheriting the Dharma Suit for thousands of years.
But who would have thought that Wu Ping was recognized by the most holy sages.
Master Xun smiled lightly.
"yes....……"
"If a person who can tell how to build tens of thousands of mansions and protect the world's poor and happy people, if he can't carry the great supernatural power of Confucianism, who else can carry it?"
"He is here, Confucianism is here, and scholars are there when he is, so what about demonic cultivators? Even though he is a demonic cultivator, he is also a scholar..."
Wu Qi looked at Wu Ping above, feeling a little excited.
But he couldn't understand much of it.
Then he asked Master Xun next to him: "Master Xun, Wu Qi dare to ask, are these words very powerful?"
Master Xun said proudly: "It's night right now?"
Wu nodded.
"If at this time, Wu Ping shouted, how can the sky be without light, the sky and the earth will shine in an instant, and the darkness will dissipate, but there is just a lot of spiritual power and talent needed for it.
Wu Qi was moved when he heard that.
How can there be no light in the sky? One sentence can make the darkness dissipate, and the sky and the earth will shine, as bright as day
Isn't this the method of the immortals in the storytelling?
Wu Ping has become a fairy???
above the sky.
Wu Ping felt the flow of talent in his body.
He was extremely shocked by the supernatural powers given by the most holy sages.
Confucianism ranks the first great supernatural powers, words follow the law.
As long as you have enough spiritual power and talent, you can release it.
…
Look up to the sky.
The most holy sages in the 0.6 void smiled at Wu Ping and then disappeared.
Wu Ping landed slowly.
Master Xun cast an admiring gaze: "Cultivate your talents well, and I will be prosperous in the future when I cultivate Confucianism, and I will be prosperous because of you Wu Ping.
It's useless to talk too much, and if you don't act like a woman, Master Xun will sweep it away.
Before Wu Ping could reply, he was taken out of the Three Thousand Study Room by a gust of wind. When he came back to his senses, he and Wu Qi had already landed on the top of a mountain in the wilderness of the Lost Continent.
Facing the direction of Sanqian Study, Wu Ping bowed his hands.
Among them, he remembered the kindness in his heart.
If he is here, Sanqian Study will be there.
Wu Qi took out a booklet and a pen beside him.
He had seen all the previous pictures.
While recording it in the book, he asked with a serious face: "Aren't you going to say something?"
Wu Ping turned around and looked at him expectantly.
After thinking about it, I said.
"The westerly wind is rustling, and the courtyard is full, and the core is cold, fragrant and cold, and the butterflies are hard to come."
"He is dedicated to Emperor Qing, and he repays and opens with Tao."
Wu Qi copied it quickly.
【Ninth day of September 2019: Witness that my good friend Wu Ping was in Sanqian Study in Nandi, attracting the most sages and sages from Sanqian Study to show their holiness, bestow supernatural powers, and follow their words. If he wants to, God forbids it
No, my friend has the talent to become a fairy!!!
Yu Nandi lost the mainland, my good friend Wu Ping came out, the westerly wind was rustling, and the courtyard was full, the core was cold, the fragrance was cold, and the butterflies were hard to come. If I were Qing Emperor in his year, retribution and peach blossoms bloom together, I don’t understand the true meaning of it
, very troublesome,
There is no talent in my heart, and I am far from my friends. "How is it different from the butcher in the shop?
Start reading tomorrow!!!!】
Wu Qi raised his head and asked, "Do you have a name?"
Wu Ping nodded: "Of course, you remember.
Wu Qi frowned: "Title chrysanthemum??? Where is this chrysanthemum?"
He didn't understand, but Master Xun and the two ancestors in the dark understood the true meaning and were shocked.
Ask for flowers, ask for a monthly ticket, a little bit of Calvin. .