The world's first fairy gate

Now that the siege army has retreated, this urgent need has been temporarily relieved, and the thoughtful people will naturally fill in other things.

Nie Mingyuan took Zhou Hong's dynamic expression into his eyes, and a layer of worry secretly arose in his heart.

The first emperor passed away in Zixiao Mountain, Zhou Hong took the opportunity to win the throne, and became the ruler of the Imperial Capital, it was indeed a gift from the Immortal Sect, so he probably felt a little lucky in private.

But when the great general king sat in the position he had been dreaming of day and night, but found that he was being constrained everywhere, and he was tightly entangled by a net called "Xianmen", how happy could he be?

After Emperor Taiwu's ascension, the royal family neatly placed the ancestral tablets in Zixiao Mountain, sealed Zixiao Mountain as a royal dojo, and came to offer sacrifices every year. "Good" attitude, so many people forget that before Taiwu, the royal family's attitude towards monks was actually very unclear.

The royal family not only wanted to use the monks for their own use, but also feared the powerful abilities of the monks, so at one time they treated them as guests of honour, and at the other they tried their best to suppress them. It was very cloudy and uncertain.

At that time, monks were far less comfortable than they are now.

It's not easy for monks to practice. There are very few monks like Yunfang and others who fly into the sea at every turn, and the mountains shake when they fight. The whole dynasty can count them on one hand. Most monks have to rely on little donkeys to travel. It looks like it's just a few more glowing qi embellishments than a martial arts knight.

If dozens of yamen servants rush forward, they can beat several ordinary monks to death. Therefore, it is not difficult for the royal family to suppress monks.

At that time, some casual cultivators who had no background or sect always liked to paste the label of "clean and secluded from the world" layer by layer on their faces, which actually meant living with their tails between their legs.

Until Emperor Taiwu ascended, Zixiao Mountain commanded the world's immortal sects, Jiugong did not hesitate to teach practice methods, and the folks were proud to send their children to cultivate immortals. Good seedlings came one after another, and there were more monks with high abilities. Only then did he rise to his current position.

It can be said that the prosperity of Xianmen is due to the full support of the royal family after Taiwu.

But these emperors who wanted to become immortals and went crazy probably didn't expect that until now, the prestige of the immortal sect was faintly higher than that of the royal family, and they could no longer control this behemoth.

Now that Zhou Hong is in power, King Xiao sent troops to oppose it, and the rest of the feudal lords are waiting for the opportunity, and they all want to get a piece of the pie. Zhou Hong is a tiger and a wolf by his side. Naturally, he is respectful to the immortal sect, after all, he still relies on their help.

But when he cleans up the internal and external turmoil, and liberates the iron-blooded wolf under his hands that has been honed from life and death, who will he direct his spearhead at?

Is this wolf rider willing to indulge in the spring breeze of the capital for retirement?

Or could Zhou Hong be tricked into cultivating immortals?

With such worries in mind, Nie Mingyuan avoided everyone and came to Yunfang's place late at night.

They lived in the county mansion, Yunfang chose a remote courtyard and took Xie Qiuhan to live there, the servants drove away, and the idlers did not dare to disturb easily, so the place seemed even more secluded.

Nie Mingyuan stepped on a dead branch, and the crackling sound was very clear in the cold night.

The solitary path leads directly to the square door, and the candlelight flickers in the round window, reflecting the silhouette of a person. This person seems to have heard the sound of him coming, and the wooden door automatically opens without wind, beckoning him to come in.

Nie Mingyuan walked in lightly, and as expected, he saw Yunfang reading at night with the lamp on.

The so-called beauties under the lamp, Xianzuo holds a long scroll in his hand, and under the candlelight, he looks even more out of the dust, not like ordinary things.

Nie Mingyuan was slightly taken aback.

Yun Fang made a hissing gesture first, and then jokingly said, "Why are you still staring blankly?"

Nie Mingyuan looked shocked and couldn't find Bei, and said after a long time: "Are you actually reading?"

Yunfang: "..."

He put the book down, "If you have something to say, get out if you don't have anything to say."

Nie Mingyuan lowered his head and touched his nose before taking his seat.

He glanced behind the screen and saw Xie Qiuhan's eyes closed tightly, sleeping deeply. Someone wrapped him in a quilt into a burrito with a head and a tail, and he was "quilt" asleep at first glance.

There are also piles of books on the table, ranging from Daoist scriptures written by the Patriarch of the Three Qing Dynasty to folk miscellaneous notes. They are not so much reading to pass the time, but rather looking up something.

Nie Mingyuan just glanced at it, and the pile of books was put back into the magical storage device by Yunfang, and the table became empty.

Nie Mingyuan withdrew his eyes, didn't ask any more questions, and said in a polite manner: "Xianzuo, do you want to help Zhou Hong fight this battle?"

Yun Fang said without hesitation, "Help."

Seeing that he didn't even think about it, Nie Mingyuan thought he didn't know the pros and cons, "Xianzuo, Zhou Hong was born in the battlefield, he didn't believe in gods, and didn't visit Taoism. When he wiped out all the feudal lords, the iron cavalry must be pointed at by then. Immortals, can you help me?" He must think twice."

Yun Fang's expression was composed, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, it was not as ignorant of the truth as Nie Mingyuan thought.

Seeing his expression, Nie Mingyuan thought, "That's right, what I can think of, Xianzuo can naturally think of too."

It's just that what Xianzuo intends in his heart is another matter.

Yun Fang took the initiative to say with great interest: "According to what Mr. Nie saw, what should we do? Do we want to help another master?"

"That's not necessary," Nie Mingyuan said hastily, "It's just that we need to save some effort."

"Oh?" Yun Fang made an expression of listening attentively.

Nie Mingyuan said eloquently:

Helping Zhou Hong with all his heart and soul, let Zhou Hong preserve the elite, and when he turns around, he will suffer too much.

It's better to fish in the troubled waters and keep a back hand so that Zhou Hongmo doesn't have much strength left. A mortal's life will come to an end in just a few decades, and many things will be powerless.

Yun Fang listened to it for a while, thinking that it is no wonder that people like Nie Mingyuan were born in troubled times, and this is not the knowledge of governing the world in peaceful and prosperous times.

After Nie Mingyuan finished speaking, he poured himself a cup of tea and drank it. He was happy with the situation and did not dislike old tea from a bitter cold place like Zhenbeiguan.

After drinking, he turned his questioning gaze to Xianzuo.

But Xianzuo shook his head, and pondered for a moment, "As long as you can help, there is nothing wrong with letting him rule the world. Ordinary people take care of their own affairs, and we always want to make decisions for others, which is too domineering."

Nie Mingyuan said: "But at that time, others may not be able to tolerate you."

Yun Fang didn't care much: "Don't worry about them."

Nie Mingyuan was not a stubborn person who loves to entangle, but seeing Yunfang's attitude, he couldn't help it, "Xianzuo, you can shake the world by yourself, but others may not be able to. At that time, swords will be pressed against each other, and officials and nobles will be seduced. , People are unpredictable, can you protect and guard the people around you? This is not the first time for you..."

Yun Fang's eyebrows froze slightly, "Nie Mingyuan, speak well."

Nie Mingyuan shut up obediently, but said everything he wanted to say.

The room was quiet for a while, and the small popping sound of candles dripping wax could be heard.

Nie Mingyuan looked up at Yunfang, seeing his expressionless face, he felt a little regretful, not because he regretted reminding him, but because he felt that Kongming should not be mentioned.

Nie Mingyuan took the initiative and said: "This subordinate made a slip of the tongue, please punish Xianzuo."

Yun Fang said: "Mr. Nie, I know you are worried, but you may not know me."

Nie Mingyuan was puzzled, and was about to ask, but he heard him say: "So I don't bother to tell you, eat salty radishes and don't worry about it, take your time."

"........."

Mr. Nie bowed his hands politely, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Yes, Nie is leaving."

After saying that, he backed out, but Yunfang didn't stop him.

Yun Fang lowered his head and continued to search the books, but suddenly he had a flash of thought and hurriedly called him, "Mr. Nie, wait a minute, where do you hide the scriptures of Zhizhimen? Let me look through them."

Nie Mingyuan had already held on to the door frame. Hearing his question, he had no choice but to go back and stand in front of him against the moonlight.

Yun Fang was puzzled, "Why, can't you lend me?"

"No," Nie Mingyuan said, "The scriptures of the Gate of Knowledge are not in the books, they are only passed down orally and memorized from generation to generation. Nie is not talented, and it is exactly what you are looking for."

He stood upright with his hands behind his back, as if he was proud of his own knowledge, but Yun Fang murmured in his heart, he knew why their school of knowledge was passed down for a hundred generations, and any normal person who would like to go to this school would have to memorize it madly up.

He didn't put his thoughts on his face at all, but raised his hand and pulled the chair away, "Please sit down, Mr. Nie, I want to ask you two things."

Nie Mingyuan sat down, conjured up a set of pens and paper, and turned himself into an encyclopedia.

Yun Fang looked at him twice, and said, "Let's talk about Mandrill Ghost first."

Nie Mingyuan must have prepared it long ago, and fluently wrote half a sheet of small characters and handed it to him.

Yunfang glanced at ten lines at a glance, talking about mandrill ghosts made by living people, they are invulnerable to water and fire, they can be cut into eight pieces, and they can't be killed anyway. Returning to the living, it is free to kill or cut at will.

Yun Fang said: "It's not impossible to communicate with the Nether, but there are hundreds of millions of living beings reincarnated in the Nether all the time, how can I tell what I'm looking for?"

Nie Mingyuan said: "It depends on where the caster traps them."

Yun Fang thought about it for a while, "In this case, it is inevitable that Zhou Shen and Zhou Wenxuan and his father and son should be brought over to ask about it."

Saying this, he immediately conjured up a piece of talisman paper and quickly wrote a line. Nie Mingyuan knew it was a communication talisman, but he couldn't see who he was looking for.

Nie Mingyuan replied to his last sentence: "It doesn't have to be so troublesome."

Yun Fang paused, "Oh?"

"Young master can tell."

Now Yun Fang burned the talisman without stopping, and sent the message out, and the other side said with a smile on his face: "Mr. Nie, you always play tricks on children, are you ashamed?"

Nie Mingyuan wisely didn't touch him again.

After Yun Fang finished burning the talisman, he caught a glimpse of him still looking at his heart, and asked, "Mr. Nie, this is the second thing. I want to ask what is the way of sentient beings."

Nie Mingyuan held the pen holder, pondered for a moment, wrote a sentence, then dried the ink, and presented it to Yunfang respectfully.

Yun Fang took it over and took a look, there was written: "One end lives, the other end dies, good fortune has sentient beings."

When Yunfang saw this prophecy, he didn't think it was new.

This saying is the same as the Dayan Seven Killing Formation, it is something that has been circulated among the people for a long time, but the source cannot be found. If you don't really see this thing with your own eyes, you will just listen to it as a story and let it go.

But today he really saw it with his own eyes, so he understood the meaning of this prophecy.

Just now when he brought Xie Qiuhan back, his divine sense entered his sea of ​​consciousness to have a look, only then did he realize that after combining a piece of Fuxi's divine blood with the death energy of Chiyou's demon pill, they condensed into a unique breath, which helped Xie Qiuhan realize the Tao.

That is not the true energy that Prosecutors often condense, but an aura that can fight against primordial energy.

What it is specifically, but he has never heard of it or seen it, so he can only call out "Youqingdao".

It just corresponds to the "life and death" and "sentence" in this sentence.

Yun Fang pondered for a while: "I don't know where these came from. Back then, I took out a copy of the Great Evolution Formation, and now I come across the Dao of Love..."

To be honest, it made him feel uneasy.

Nie Mingyuan said in a timely manner: "This prophecy was interpreted by my ancestor, and it was passed down from generation to generation in the sect, but it somehow spread to the people, and it was called the Tao of Love."

Yun Fang raised his eyebrows.

It was the first time he heard that the Way of Love came from the Gate of Knowledge, so he couldn't help asking: "Your patriarch is a mortal, where did you get it from?"

Nie Mingyuan said: "The patriarch once had a chance to meet Wang Ding once during his mind wandering."

Yun Fang couldn't help but frown when he heard him talking about Wang Ding.

Nie Mingyuan still felt that the excitement was not big enough, and continued: "The patriarch interpreted this sentence from Wang Ding, because this Tao was recorded by Wang Ding, and it can communicate life and death, so I call it..." He I took the pen and paper and wanted to write these three characters, but found that I couldn't put the pen down.

Yun Fang stretched out his hand and asked him to draw those words on his palm——

Every stroke and every stroke made the surprise and solemnity in Yun Bing's eyes more intense.

Nie Mingyuan wrote: Xiaotiandao.

As soon as these three words came out, both of them fell silent.

Suddenly, there was a slight coughing sound.

The two were excited, turned their heads to look, and saw Xie Qiuhan staring at their intertwined hands with burning eyes.