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Text Chapter 217 Situation and Choices

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    The golden elixir female cultivator is now small and exquisite, with long black hair that only reaches her shoulders. The original light blue robe has now turned into a small baby skirt under the inexplicable power, stretching out.  Two little tender lotus-like arms rested on Chen Guanshui's body like a kitten.  Chen Guanshui looked down at her and saw the words "Zeng Yijing" written on her back without knowing it.     I see.  It turns out that she is the sixty-four-year-old Jin Dan Yipin and Zeng Yijing, the lord of the Anfang clan in "The Eight Pillars of the Autumn Moon".  No wonder she can maintain her intelligence by the side of the Great Demon King Zhou Jia, instead of falling asleep on the ground like Xie Yixun. It turns out that she is the one who stands at the highest point among the thirty-one Jindan masters under Xie Hongzhuang of Qiuyue Kingdom.  Although he lives on the edge of the Northland of Baiyun Temple, and it has only been ten years since he climbed the ladder of Jindan, and he has not established a glorious and brilliant reputation like those little baby girls playing around in the hall now,  But she was still standing on a level level.  So Chen Guanshui slightly bowed his head, expressed his respect to her, and replied calmly: "This is Baiyun Temple." Zeng Yijing seemed not surprised by the answer, and squatted directly next to Chen Guanshui, circling his calves, and raised his hand  He held up his little face with his little hands, raised his eyebrows and began to think about the problem.  The two light eyebrows were twisted together, coupled with her delicate and white face and slightly red lips, which made Chen Guanshui inexplicably reach out and flick her face.  ??????????????????????????????????????????????:  Chen Guanshui spoke casually and aimlessly: "Senior Sister Zeng, since you have entered Baiyun Temple, don't think about things outside. People who enter this world cannot leave without the approval of Patriarch Lin. You  If there are any troublesome people outside, tell me, I will get them in later, just like them." After saying that, Chen Guanshui raised his hand and pointed at a red tornado in the distance outside the corridor.  I saw this tornado falling from the sky, tapping lightly on the lake below, pointing out a small island, pointing out thousands of acres of farmland, hundreds of houses, pointing out the things that Chen Guanshui had just put into his sleeves.  The samurai who were kneeling to plead guilty came to the Konoha Domain's Dongjiang Xiaofan Pavilion Castle.  In less than half an hour, for these people, the world has changed.  There was truly a loud voice that sounded in everyone's souls, briefly explaining their situation and what kind of life they would face next.  It turned out to be the real owner of this vast land - the real soul of Baiyun Temple. However, it became the most humble soil in Baiyun Temple; it was actually placed in the safest cave in the world.  The world has become the most pathetic insect that is worse than poultry; it can earn endless opportunities for future generations, but it needs to give all of itself.  On this small island called "Dongjiang Island", two groups of people are now confronting each other.  Xie Jian, with the warriors who had returned to him, fearlessly faced his father, Xie Wendong.  But Xie Wendong, who should have been angry, looked at the brilliant clouds in the sky, and at the vast and magnificent seven-layer cloud city in the distant sky. There were dozens or hundreds of cloud dojos around the cloud city like satellites, starting from the bottom.  The endless light flashing in the two-layer cloud city, the smooth sword shadow, and the red tornado that occasionally pokes its head down from heaven and earth to create everything, make the soul lost.  Xie Wendong, who has traveled millions of miles across mountains and rivers in his two hundred years of life, is simply not comparable to Xie Jian, who has always stayed in the Konoha Domain of the Autumn Moon Kingdom.  Having spent decades in the largest Xuyue Sword Sect in the South, and having gone deep into the Great Wasteland to see the remnants of the ancient Yuan Shen War, I naturally have a better understanding of what the world in front of me means.  Likewise, he also understood who the young man he had made fun of was, and what the drunken woman in a red dress was that he was curious about.  But what can we do if we understand that he is above the white clouds, and he is below the white clouds, and it is impossible for them to meet each other again.  So Xie Wendong lowered his head and glanced at his son with disdain, then turned around and took his concubines to the side of the island to find a few courtyards to live in.  Zeng Yijing looked away, but she was not sad, but she continued to think seriously.  Chen Guanshui didn¡¯t say anything more.  After all, the Zeng Yijing in front of me is different from the little baby girl over there. She really came from a poor family. She really only has a family cultivation history of less than a thousand years. She really didn't rely on the help of her elders and got to where she is now step by step.  this step.  Therefore, Zeng Yijing always lacks a lot in terms of vision, knowledge, and experience, even inferior to herself.  At least she didn't know that the one who came to Baiyun Temple to destroy Dongfang was still intensifying the war left behind, because fourteen Nascent Souls from the seven major surnames blocked a Nascent Soul who had fallen from the alliance a month ago, and they were killed thousands of miles away in an instant.  Exterminate hundreds of cities.  That oneYuanying Zhenren, who practices the way of the shadow demon, has countless clones, hiding traces, but they are intertwined and formed into spider webs. Taking advantage of the bloody hatred of the remaining monks in that area for the big family members, he has repeatedly followed the evil spirit.  He escaped from the siege and pulled people into the water for no reason again and again.  And the flames of war are spreading towards the territory governed by Baiyun Temple.  The west of Baiyun Temple is also not very stable.  Two of the three demon kings of heaven and earth were already sitting in front of him, and it was also impossible for the remaining one to do nothing.  So Zhou Bofu, the great demon king on the Sun Star, used the blazing sun magic to defeat Zhenren Jianmu again and drove him to escape to the south.  In the south, although the one who came to the door was still relatively stable, he stood on the outside of the previous wars that affected three continents and seven seas.  But Chen Guanshui knew that his luck would not always be so good.  According to the news sent by Luofu Anbu and the news sent to Baiyun Temple by many demon sects under the command of the Earth Fire Demon Palace, the real Yuanshen who came to visit met the most unreasonable group of people in the world in the far west.  They have fallen into a desperate situation of fighting to the death or dying in battle.  Huilongguan, the first demon gate at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, hides the true seed in the realm of life and death, and a grain of true fire seeks the road.  But they are a group of complete lunatics. They like to wander on the edge of life and death. They are also one of the few sects who are not afraid of death.  Because even if their physical bodies are shattered, their souls can still continue on the path of the past instead of turning into ghost cultivators.  Even if the soul is broken, they can still leave many traces and countless causes and effects. Maybe in the blink of an eye he will return to reality from nothingness.  In the great wilderness in the north of Baiyun Temple, the seeds left behind by the real person Yuanshen who transformed into the way of heaven ten thousand years ago are about to break out of the shell.  Unknown to almost everyone here, many powerful monks have already lurked into the Great Wasteland.  And their target is the many inanimate things contaminated by the pure Taoist spirit left by the real soul. After 10,000 years of gestation, the fairies who have just emerged with wisdom.  Whether they are surrendered as slaves, taken in as disciples, refined into magic weapons, or used for other purposes, they are indeed of great use with their profound origins.  The simplest thing is that among them, one hundred people can have the achievement of a first-grade golden elixir.  This alone is already worth the efforts of each sect.  Not to mention, from the traces imprinted in their souls, you can re-deduce the path of the real Yuanshen, and draw a few more strokes for the path under your feet.  Chen Guanshui will not tell Zeng Yijing what happened around Baiyunguan, nor will he force her to make a decision.  After all, a monk who can become a first-grade golden elixir must have her absolute unshakable faith.  So until Zeng Yijing raised his head again, Chen Guanshui remained silent.  Finally, Zeng Yijing relaxed her brows, exhaled a long breath easily, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Junior Brother Chen, for your kindness, but I still don't want to hide here."
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