I have nothing but luck

"Master, what happened to that saintly lady from Xijiang?" Jiang Jingxing asked him.

God knows where this kid found the so-called ancient books that are so unreliable that they can be read as a storybook. After reading it, he read it. Chasing after Jiang Jingxing the national teacher who is equivalent to human flesh history books in Jiang Jingxing's eyes.

The national teacher wondered why you have so many problems, what can a person do except die?People who lived two or three hundred years ago, is immortality waiting to ascend?

Besides, even if it is flying, the ancient gods like the phoenix are not dead in the end?You can't get around it even if you go around it.

Jiang Jingxing was a fool, but he was lucky, and asked the person he knew best in the world.

"Of course, dead."

The majestic saintess of the Western Wilderness died in the same chaos as those ordinary people who were slaughtered in the flames of war.

The national teacher has experienced many things, and he has already cultivated a mentality that is as stable as a dog no matter the wind or the wind, but it just so happens that this incident is one of the few things that can arouse his mind, and he can't help being a little distracted for a while.

He waved his hand, signaling Jiang Jingxing to get out of here, to save an old man some time for his grief, and talk to him tomorrow.

It's just that the national teacher never thought that this story would never be finished by him.

Just like when he went down the mountain back then, he never thought that he would never see the woman who sent him down the mountain.

They are all strictly divided with blood and bones into an insurmountable gap between life and death, separating heaven and man forever.

At that time, the national teacher and Ji Xian had just made their names in the outside world.

They can fight, are not afraid of death, and always dare to fight harder than barbarians. In addition, they have high cultivation bases, good talents, and can run.If you don't kill them in a fight, it will only make them jump higher, and turn around and send someone to pack up and go to the west.

If things go on like this, the barren people will be afraid when they see them.

Of course, the people of Kyushu are happy to see the results. They are one of the few who can stay in the north and fight. All the practitioners with backbone and blood want to go to their subordinates to do something.

The national teacher irritatedly threw the sincerity posts into the stove, and waved his hand: "No, no! Why are there so many things? When you accept someone, you will say something to me. Today, I want to go to the east. , the other one is even more hateful to look at Xihuang. Even hanging a plaque with some name can make a fuss, why should I find myself guilty?"

Ji Xian nodded in agreement.

However, what he and the national teacher thought were different.

It is expensive to raise so many people.

The daily expenditure on food is enough to make people retreat three feet.

In the future, the Tai|Emperor Tai|Emperor Tai, who swallowed mountains and rivers and had a heart full of rivers, was still a boy whose eyes could only hold rice grains, and the opening and closing of his eyelids was not as deep as the puddles at the door.

"I kind of want to go back and have a look." The national teacher suddenly said, "No one delivers letters in troubled times, and I don't worry about letting outsiders enter the village. If I don't go back and wait for the future, I will definitely go once and be thrown by my mother once. In the future Don't even think about seeing her."

Ji Xian took it very seriously, nodded and said, "Okay."

The national teacher yawned, and said: "In today's world, I dare not even sleep peacefully at night, but I am exhausted. After peacetime, I must go back and sleep every day until lunchtime."

He missed the village.

I think of the flowers, plants and trees in the mountains around the village; I think of the rooster crowing in the village, and the endless gossip and chattering sound when the dogs bark in the middle of the night; I think of the muddy land where he was thrown out by his mother.

Ji Xian is also very troubled by this world, after all, the cleanliness is the cleanliness in the village, as the national teacher said, it is beautiful when you think about it.

But she still has to be more responsible than the national teacher.

Ji Xian said, "Okay, then I'll help you get up in the morning and feed the chickens."

Probably no one would have thought that when they were teenagers, the wishes of Ji Xian and the national teacher would be so simple and ridiculous.

Jiang Jingxing once asked the national teacher secretly because of gossip curiosity, did he and Tai | Zu think about punching the southern region and kicking the northern wilderness when they were young.

The national teacher rolled his eyes back: "Don't speculate on what you think in your heart."

How many people can have a good life like Jiang Jingxing, who spend all day doing nothing and thinking about irrelevant things?

The national teacher thought for a while and smiled: "At that time, I just wanted to sleep until I woke up naturally every day. Tai | Zu planned to feed the chickens for me in the morning."

Jiang Jingxing stared at him for a long time with a "you fucking teasing me" expression on his face.

Thinking of the past, the national teacher felt a little annoyed. He didn't want to explain to Jiang Jingxing that what he was telling was a real story rather than a horror story.

In the end, the national teacher failed to see the people and scenes he was thinking of.

It was too late when they went back, and when they arrived late, the surroundings of the village no longer had the four seasons of Changchun arranged by the saintess themselves, only a piece of empty wasteland, and there were still some scorched marks on the rolled soil that had not had time to be blown away. With laughter and laughter in the past, the place where the fields were plowed and weaved seemed to be a joke.

The national teacher's legs softened and he knelt down.

Ji Xian originally wanted to support him, but he couldn't. His legs softened and he knelt down together.

The two of them knelt side by side for a long time, kneeling down from dawn to dusk, losing the effectiveness of the formation, and the night wind was chilly, and the whistling seemed to be mixed with the low cries of the dead.

The national teacher is not afraid, but feels a little warm, just like the sound of old people shaking cattail fans in the village, the frowning and low sighs of middle-aged couples, the laughter of young men and women and the crying of children intertwined. The grown-ups haven't left yet.

He asked Ji Xian in confusion, "How could this be?"

He grew up in this village since he was a child, and he has never enjoyed the splendid life of gold, jade and jade, above ten thousand people.

It was this village that taught him to overcome half of the nature in his blood, and taught him to learn to love others. Even if he didn't help the world, and had great ambitions and ideals to help the common people, he still wanted everyone to live a good life.

But why is it gone?

Ji Xian couldn't answer either.

Maybe it's because there are too many troops in the Northern Wilderness, and it's hard for the saint to support it alone; or maybe it's because the West Wilderness has discovered the whereabouts of the saint, and specially sent a strong man from the heavenly realm, even the saint can't escape .

It doesn't matter how the process is.

What matters is that the village is gone, and the entire village is gone along with the saint.

Ji Xian felt the big turning point of fate.

Going forward to the happy and carefree youth, and the safe and secure place to retreat in the future, now I want to seek comfort and sustenance in my hometown——

All gone.

He accompanied the national teacher to listen to the wind all night, heard the dawn again from the dark, and said to the sun: "It won't be like this in the future."

Ji Xian didn't know how many villages there were in this world, and how many villages suffered from such crimes. He only knew that after this village, unless he died, there would never be such a tragedy again.

It was the last thing he could do for this village, for the national teacher and for himself.

The national teacher didn't answer him.

The two remained relatively silent for a long time, the national teacher got up and ran, turned around and shouted to Ji Xian in the wind: "It won't be like this in the future, if you don't go back outside, are you waiting for yourself to slap yourself in the face?"

Ji Xian also ran, and shouted with him, "A word from a gentleman!"

The national teacher thought that you were a fart gentleman and hadn't read many books, but he still couldn't help shouting with Ji Xian: "It's hard to catch a horse!"

After they went out, they never rejected other people's posts.

There is no need to elaborate on what happened next.

The cultivators and forces who came to attach themselves to them snowballed and grew bigger and bigger, and the cultivation realm of Ji Xian and the national teacher went up like a firecracker.

Ji Xian is about to break through the holy realm.

Before breaking through the holy realm, he chatted with the national teacher and said: "I want to learn from the ancients thousands of years ago and build a country."

They have always been like this, no matter how serious the topic is between the two of them, they will become laughing and out of shape, and they never pay attention to the time, place and atmosphere when talking about things.

The national teacher snorted and said, "If you have the ability, go and build it."

At worst, he would just beat those gossipers one by one, no big deal.

Ji Xian said: "After the desolate people are expelled from the North, I don't want to see the aristocratic families and sects split up again, and each of them takes care of themselves in the face of adversity. It's easy for them to run away with a bundle of burdens, but the ones who suffer are not asked for by them." People who benefit from it. After much deliberation, the only way to build a country is the most reliable."

"I want to protect the world, not only during life, but also after death."

Then Ji Xian retreated and broke the realm, becoming a unique holy realm in this world.

After breaking through the situation, he didn't say a word, and took the national teacher together to fight Xihuang.

The king of Xihuang is the eldest brother of the saint, and he can be regarded as the uncle of the national teacher in terms of seniority.

I don't know if they are close or not, but they are merciless in cheating the national teacher anyway. If they die, they will drag the national teacher into the water together and sell the identities of the saint and the national teacher to Ji Xian.

For the first time, Ji Xian broke the rule of not talking nonsense with the dead, and talked to him a lot.

The first sentence is: "Oh, what does that have to do with me? I only recognize Master as my mentor, and he is the person I can entrust everything to. If he asks me for my life, I can give it to him without blinking an eye. "

"I want to cover the world, but I promised to cover him first. If I can't even cover him, I'll change the rudder as soon as possible and forget it. Where can I have the face to say such wild words?"

Seeing that he failed to sow dissension, the Western Wilderness King, who was still half breathed, was so angry by Ji Xian that he kicked his legs and rolled his eyes, walking peacefully.

I don't know if Ji Xian is a gentleman.

But he did stand upright, and he did what he said.

What two people say when they farm and practice together, and when they share a pot of rice, they will do it when they become a living legend passed down by word of mouth in this world and ascend to the supreme position.

Ji Xian distributed half of the formations in the Haojing Palace to the national teacher.

The national teacher held the half of the formation, and sighed in his heart that there was really nothing he could do with Ji Xian.

He went back and distributed the white tiger energy in his body to the formation, made another formation eye, and made a promise never to betray the Zhou family.

Don't dare to come out clearly, for fear of being hammered by Ji Xian.

After all, when Ji Xian became a saint, he was still struggling to suppress his realm, and he couldn't beat him.

Of course, there should always be some expression in person.

The national teacher squeezed his eyes and thought hard for a long time, and asked sincerely: "Can I bring a sword into the court?"

He has been displeased with some old men for a long time.

Ji Xian couldn't believe that there are such brazen and aggressive people in this world, and said sadly: "Which time did you not bring a sword into the court? Every time you hit someone, you want me to say good things to you with a smiling face!"

Is my conscience okay?

The national teacher said confidently, "That's different!"

Every time he hit someone, he would always be fined with some salary, which could make a dignified master of the state of Zhou poor and useless.

You can see how many people he beat.

Ji Xian always felt that she would be so angry with him that she would die young.

The next day, Tai|Zu said something with a blank face, to the effect that he emphasized the nepotism of brotherhood between the national teacher and himself. If the national teacher insisted on being a national teacher and almost wiped his neck with a sword, he should be sitting here positional.

Therefore, it is fair and aboveboard to bring a sword to the court, and everyone seeks good luck.

Anyway, with him around, the national teacher will never really beat someone to death, everyone can rest assured.

The ministers were very worried.

It may be that he really wants to cover the national teacher, it is too much effort to cover the world, or it may be that there are too many hidden wounds in the battle, Ji Xian was really hit by his crow's mouth and died young.

The national teacher saw him close his eyes and thought to forget it.

You have protected me for so long, let me cover you this time.

On the second day, the ministers rejoiced as if they were celebrating the New Year.

Because of the national teacher, he untied his sword and entered the court.

The author has something to say: Well, this time it is completely over, and the story I want to write is completely finished.

As for the new article, sorry, it may not be published until the 25th.I recently encountered some...unbelievable things in my life, and I don't know how to describe them. Although the reason sounds outrageous, it really happened and bothered me orz.It’s not a big deal, don’t worry about it, it’s just a little troublesome and unbelievable, I’m really very, very sorry when I get rid of these troubles and start a new article.