Young Daoist was now wearing inner clothes and put on the brocade robe given by Old Yellow Ox. His black hair was tied up again, and he was much more energetic. Then he picked up the sword and glanced at the [Destroy Buddha, Execute Emperor]. Young Daoist did not carry this magic weapon on his back this time, but followed Old Yellow Ox out.
It is a courtyard with three entrances.
The sun was bright and bright. Maybe it had been too long since I had not gone outside. For such warm sunshine, Qi WuHuo was even a little uncomfortable. He squinted his eyes a little, and then his eyes gradually adapted. Then he was slightly surprised when he saw human beings on the road. Demon Race went back and forth and saw human cavalry wearing iron armor everywhere on the road.
Qi WuHuo said, "This is..."
Old Yellow Ox raised his eyebrows and said lazily, "It's the original Demon Race border town."
"...Demon Race border town?"
"Yes."
Old Yellow Ox In the past, he was the kind of thorny person who did not obey the discipline of the major Demon Kingdom. He led a group of Demon Race heroes to roam the mountains and forests, and this is how the so-called became in the future. Eighth Great Sage's reputation doesn't really matter whether these are border towns or not. He just said, "Demon Race immediately retreated five hundred miles with the sound of your piano music. Compared to Old Niu, what happened to me back then was much bigger."
"Demon Race within a radius of several hundred miles has basically evacuated. That Prince Qin and that Seventh Prince began to take over the city directly here, and then began to think of ways to bring the humans who are now in the Demon Realm here. This plan has been implemented for more than a full month, and many humans who were originally stranded in the Demon Realm have arrived here."
"Then the human cavalry will take them back to the human world in batches."
Qi WuHuo said, "Demon Race didn't stop it?"
Old Yellow Ox paused in his steps, turned around, looked at young Daoist strangely, and said:
"Don't you know how famous you are now in Demon Race?"
"Legends will always dissipate, but it will take a long time for legends to dissipate or sublime into legends. At least, within the next hundred years, your name in Demon Race will be a taboo that no one is willing to mention..."
"Demon Race Ten thousand spirits, the number of them is even greater than that of the human race."
"The human race still has a population of more than one billion, and the clan of all spirits has several huge Demon Kingdom. This battle is not a big deal for the Demon Race Wanlings, but for the Demon Emperor, it is no longer a thorn in the side."
"The confidants died in the battle, and the core regiment was almost completely destroyed."
"And the most important thing is that he said "retreat" at the last moment, which almost ruined his majesty and prestige."
"His status is almost on the verge of collapse."
Old Yellow Ox sighed. He saw a stall on one side and walked over casually. Young Daoist followed him. The owner of this stall was an old lady, with traces of the years on her face. What was sold at the stall was a kind of engraved plaques, some carved from wood, some more sophisticated ones, etched out of black iron plaques. Some were so huge that they had to be kept at home.
Some are like ordinary jade pendants that can be carried around with you.
Young Daoist was puzzled, Old Yellow Ox squatted down and said cheerfully, "Sister, how do you sell this brand?"
The old lady who was taking a nap in the warm sunshine opened her eyes and looked at Old Yellow Ox, who looked only thirty or forty years old. She stretched out her hand and said a number. Old Yellow Ox said with a hearty smile, "Ah, this craftsmanship and this price are indeed not expensive. But now in this place, this brand is everywhere, so the price will naturally have to come down. Let me give you another number."
Old Yellow Ox never tired of bargaining with the old lady.
Young Daoist was wearing brocade clothes, with calm eyes, looking at the original Demon Race border city, but now it has become a transit place for the human race among the Demon Realm to return to their hometown. He stretched out his hand and felt the warmth of the sun. Now that the hottest years have finally passed, there is a bit of coolness in the wind.
He saw human cavalry wearing armor, looking at those people who still couldn't believe what they were encountering as if they were in a dream.
Young Daoist couldn't help but think of it.
If only there could be such people and such a city in Jinzhou.
Will Jinzhou's experience and future be different?
Will my parents survive? Will my husband still be teaching? Will I be able to live a better life?
This is just a hypothesis after all...
But despite this, Qi WuHuo still had an uncontrollable yearning in his heart. He couldn't help but feel lost. The team in front passed by him, including the old old man, a couple with their children, and a teacher. It was like another possibility that he might have had in Jinzhou.
"Hey, Wu Huo!"
Suddenly something flew towards him, young Daoist subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed the thing. It was a brand carved out of black stone, with a slight warm feeling. Young Daoist looked at the smiling Old Yellow Ox doubtfully, and then subconsciously lowered his head to look at the burning marks on the brand. It was quite rough, but he could probably recognize it.
On the front is a young man wearing a brocade robe and armor.
At his feet is a giant black snake rising up.
He was sitting there with his feet spread apart, holding a sword in his right hand, looking majestic and calm.
There are waves beneath my feet.
On the back is the pattern of the character [].
"This is..."
"Me?"
Young Daoist slowly raised his head and saw the human teams that were entering the city. They all had similar brands on their bodies. The team even held a large red flag high with the same pattern on it. So the long wind blew past the gate of the city and passed by the main road in the middle.
On one side of the road, the young man stood quietly, and the High Person team on the avenue moved forward slowly. Dozens of flags were raised high, and the flags hung down, swaying in the wind, and passed the young man. Everything happened slowly and calmly. The young man lowered his eyes, as if what passed by him was another future of the child who had escaped from the Jinzhou disaster.
Old Yellow Ox reached out and patted his shoulder, and said in a deep voice:
"If a team in the mortal world uses this portrait to have a name with the word [], all the demon clans will be frightened and will not dare to offend."
"If you move for several miles, ghosts and gods will not invade."
"Expelling evil spirits to protect the people and suppress evil spirits is [Martial God]."
Qi WuHuo was quiet. He looked at the stone sign. Some rescued people passed in front of him, holding the jade sign with both hands and praying gratefully. Some asked their children to thank Master Martial God as well.
Suddenly there was a feeling of relief in my heart.
A strange feeling of letting go.
It turns out that it was myself back then who illuminated the dark night of this era.
Young Daoist lowered his eyes, held the stone tablet, and suddenly laughed.
He said, "It doesn't look like the painting..."
The old lady over there widened her eyes and started arguing. "It doesn't look alike! What are you talking about! Look at me, Martial God, what a resemblance I have carved. Look at this armor, look at the lines on this shirt, and the river at my feet, Water Cloud Pattern, look at this big snake!"
"Have you seen Master Martial God?!"
"Just say this right here!"
The old lady pulled young Daoist reluctantly, insisting that he say that her painting looked like it.
And the boy had no way to tell that this Water Cloud Pattern was actually a river of blood.
So Old Yellow Ox laughed loudly, his laughter was bold and uninhibited, he casually picked up the wine bottle at his waist, raised his neck and took a big gulp of wine. But at this moment, there was an exclamation from over there. Qi WuHuo looked sideways and saw a strange creature, which looked like a child of three or five years old.
Carved in pink and jade, he looks quite serious, has a fragrant smell on his body, and is wearing a Daoist robe.
He was holding a bowl of soup in his hand. When he saw Qi WuHuo, his eyes widened almost immediately, and then he had two big bags of tears in his eyes. He didn't even want the soup in his hand. He raised his hand and threw it directly towards the young Daoist. Flying over, Old Yellow Ox had quick eyes and quick hands, and grabbed the medicinal soup. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, but smiled when he saw the little young Daoist fluttering on young Daoist's waist, and then burst into tears.
"Err!!!"
"Woooooooo--"
The iconic childish voice made Qi WuHuo finally recognize the identity of tiny Daoist boy.
"Little Medicine Spirit?!!!"
Qi WuHuo was surprised and happy, Old Yellow Ox held the decoction in one hand and said with a smile, "It's not him?!"
"What you did made you famous all over the world. After the incident, the Demon King's reputation was greatly damaged. Zither Music Pavilion also came here, but this time it was not Zither Music Pavilion who brought him here." Young Daoist saw young girl in white clothes on the road ahead, gently taking off the veil on her cheeks, revealing a pale but delicate and beautiful face, and the joy in her eyes almost leaped.
"Xiao Pengcao?"
The little young girl wanted to rush over quickly, but she still restrained herself, but the smile that couldn't stop flowing out of her eyes still flowed out. Qi WuHuo wanted to ask her how she could cross the blockade of the demon emperor and the five demon saints, and when she came here, she saw not far away, a stunning woman wearing men's clothing with cold eyes.
"Desolate Yao..."
Old Yellow Ox directly put his elbow on Huang Yao's head and laughed loudly, "Hahahaha, isn't this sent by my 'little niece'? I heard that she has been unwilling to come, Xiao Pengcao cried twice, so I still brought her here."
"Huh, I just want to go out and walk around, but it's not because I can't stop her from crying and making noise."
Xiao Pengcao's face was slightly red and a little embarrassed.
Young Daoist saw Xiao Pengcao as before, and he breathed a big sigh of relief in his heart. Then he nodded gently and looked at Little Medicine Spirit who was hugging his arm tightly and refused to come down. He simply picked him up and held him in his arms. He looked over and over and asked curiously, "How did you become like this?"
Old Yellow Ox said lazily:
"Aren't you worried about you? When you are in danger, he will work hard to practice your Daoism."
"And after knowing that you were in danger, you found me, and Old Niu showed him a clear path, so that he could practice cultivation, have the foundation, and have the opportunity to transform."
"Let's go, Yun Qin is there too, just talk as we go."
Old Yellow Ox signaled Qi WuHuo to follow him, Xiao Pengcao also pulled young Daoist's sleeves and followed behind him. Upon seeing this, Huang Yao tightened his grip on the folding fan, and almost crushed this gorgeous folding fan to pieces and exploded! He wanted to smash it directly on the young man's head to keep him away from Xiao Pengcao!
But I don't know why, when I saw that young Daoist today, I always felt a sense of wariness...
No, that's no longer a warning.
Huang Yao stared at the young man who was not carrying Qin, his pupils contracted violently.
That can be called panic!
It can be said to be frightening!
Even to fear!
Huang Yao stared at him, sensing something strange in his heart - at the moment of the Demon Emperor's wrath, the five Demon Race Great Sage had never completely surrendered to the Demon Emperor, and now they were even more alienated. Based on Huang Yao's prediction, it was known that they must have a last resort. At this time, they should not have rashly left their palace and came to see this young Daoist.
But I don't know why...
Why was he so impulsive?
It was as if something was attracting me.
Or was it interfered with?
Luang Yao thought quietly, and unconsciously saw the people walking away, so he put aside all his doubts and followed Xiao Pengcao, but did not get too far away. She didn't like that young Daoist, so young Daoist was probably wary of her, so why did she need to ask for trouble?
Old Yellow Ox glanced at Huangyao, took a sip of wine, and said, "Once Spirit Grass Spirit Plant develops spirituality, it is no longer an ordinary plant or tree. OK, there are two paths. One is the path that still exists on Spirit Plant. It has been practiced for thousands of years and is just an ordinary grass and tree spirit. After all, it is the path of Lower Vehicle that has never been taught."
"Secondly, it's the path this little guy has taken."
"It seems that I received a bit of blessing from Empress Houtu, which resulted in my own Qi being purer, and by your side, I accidentally gained three points of your lineage's cultivation tradition. I, Old Niu, taught him about his method. It is like turning a corpse into an immortal, but it is completely different. He channeled his Qi into the spirit, transformed into this body, and got rid of the body of vegetation."
"The body of the vegetation left behind after breaking away is connected to the earth's veins, and has since completely transformed into the ordinary Spirit Plant."
"From now on, he is him, and Spirit Plant is Spirit Plant. They are two independent individuals and can be treated equally."
"He is like a spiritual person raised from birth, and Spirit Plant is a Dharma Treasure who has settled down and settled down."
Young Daoist was surprised. "That's it."
The three-year-old Young Daoist Attendant responded with a babyish voice, "Yeah!"
"That's it, Wu Huo!"
Old Yellow Ox said, "Isn't it just to heal you? He just connected his Spirit Plant with the earth veins."
Young Daoist touched Young Daoist Attendant's hair and said, "Thank you very much."
Little Medicine Spirit has fair cheeks with baby fat. He raised his head and rubbed his cheek against young Daoist's palm. When he smiled, two pear dimples were revealed. His big eyes were narrowed. He was quite well-behaved and gentle. Young Daoist said curiously:
"But I am very curious. Is the original body of Little Medicine Spirit, that is to say, the Spirit Plant that has faded now... ginseng?"
"He has the freshness of vegetation."
"Ginseng? Of course not..."
Old Yellow Ox led Qi WuHuo forward, turned a corner, and saw a huge tree on the mountain in front. There were fruits on the tree, and there were some human-like changes, and the energy was perfect. It seems that because Qi WuHuo also had the opportunity to watch Empress Houtu's Qi when Little Medicine Spirit had it before, this tree was actually connected to the earth's veins, and it was blown by the wind, which was quite spectacular.
And a Red-clad Girl stood at the top of the tree, with the wind blowing by, and his sleeves and high ponytail swaying slightly.
There is quite a bit of the dashing and independent demeanor of a swordsman facing the wind.
Sensing the arrival of Qi WuHuo, his eyes immediately lit up and he cheered:
"Wuhuo, you wake up!"
"I want to eat this fruit, but for some reason, it disappears as soon as it falls on the ground!"
"Is there anything you can do?"
This independent-looking swordsman turned out to be just thinking about how to get a piece of fruit.
Seeing that Yun Qin was still like this, young Daoist was relieved for some reason and just smiled.
He retracted his arm that was originally intended to be stretched out to give young girl a bite.
However, the experienced Old Yellow Ox saw the crux and said:
"Because it has received a trace of Qi from Empress Houtu, the root system of this thing is connected with the earth's veins, and its fruit will escape when put into the soil."
"Who knows what kind of exotic species this thing is? Whose ginseng grows on a tree and bears dozens of knots at once? If you don't call it ginseng, you must at least add two fruit trees behind it."
"Strictly speaking, I have to call him Ginseng Fruit Tree."
"Or maybe you ask him, what is the name of this spiritual creature that is separated from him and is different from him, but still belongs to him?"
Young Daoist is holding Young Daoist Attendant who still has a milky voice, can't speak clearly, and is very sticky to herself.
Young Daoist Attendant shrank into young Daoist's arms and whispered:
"Then, let's call it Ginseng Fruit Tree."
Then he stretched out his hand and said in a milky voice:
"That's mine!"
"Ginseng Fruit Tree!"
PS:
Yao Ling obtained the Qi of Houtu Empress Earthly Deity, in Chapter 24 of this volume