Borrowing a knife
Zuo Qin's formation was deployed randomly. Chang Xia was on the east coast of Chi Zhou Sea, and she was preparing to fight her way to the north coast.
Although the people of Yunting have a little obsession with the north, Changxia would never admit that she would travel across mountains and rivers to go there just for such a small matter.
It must be because Yunting's base is in the north!
She thought this as she drew her sword and killed a tiger demon that wanted to pounce on her.
Chi Zhouhai's battle line distribution was simply and roughly based on the four borders. Yunting guarded the north line, Sanchidao guarded the west line, the Shijia guarded the east line, and Luhu and Xiaolingshan guarded the south line.
Each sect has its own style of killing demons.
For example, soft-hearted Confucian and Buddhist practitioners are very civilized and believe in salvation.
First, spiritual salvation, if that doesn’t work, then physical salvation.
Although there are very few people who can be spiritually liberated and almost all of them need physical purification afterwards, but because Buddha is merciful, the monks don’t mind the trouble.
Changxia has always disliked their behavior. She has always adhered to the principle of peaceful coexistence between humans and demons and gave them a quick death.
Strive to make the other party lose everything as soon as you meet him.
All I can say is that everyone has their own aspirations and should live their own lives.
But there are always people who are blind, like now.
Beneath the shiny bald head was a kind smiling face. The young monk clasped his hands together and bowed.
"Greetings, benefactor."
Judging from his appearance, he is another good candidate for Buddhist cultivation.
Changxia sheathed his sword and looked at him hesitantly, wanting to say something.
"Actually, my last name isn't Chang."
She went up the mountain when she was very young. At that time, there were only her and Xie Fengxue on the mountain. Few people called her by name. When they walked down the mountain, they just said Changxia when they greeted each other out of habit, so that almost no one knew her last name.
But Changxia still remembers it.
After all, Senior Brother's surname is Xie, Master's surname is Bie, Li Bai's surname is Song, Zuo Qin... well, that's also a pseudonym, his real surname is Ji. Everyone has a surname, which is the origin of a person's ancestors.
But Changxia’s surname is not Chang.
How could someone have such a strange last name?
Changxia thought about it and it seemed that there really was one.
There was a small clan under the Jiang clan in the East Territory, which seemed to be the Chang clan, and they were related to her.
The result is naturally not very good.
Novice: ...
Fortunately, the Buddhist cultivator was thick-skinned. He immediately said calmly, "Greetings, benefactor Changxia."
Chang Xia asked: "Who asked you to come?"
The novice monk said, "My great-great-great-grandmaster is the Zen master."
There are many monks like Cang Xuan, but there is only one who is recognized as a Zen master without any name or surname.
Chang Xia folded his hands and looked at him with interest: "He's dead, and he still wants to order me around."
The novice monk smiled sweetly. It must be said that a kind face was very effective at this time. At least it made it difficult for people to feel disgusted.
"My great-great-great-grandmaster said that Senior Sister Changxia has the best heart. It doesn't matter if she gets angry. Even if I cry, make a scene, or even threaten to commit suicide, she will definitely accept me. If all else fails, I'll just follow her and find the right moment to throw a punch in the demon's mouth. Senior Sister will eventually soften her heart."
Changxia: ...
The Zen master was his great-great-great-grandmaster, and he called himself "senior sister", which lowered her by several generations.
But these words sounded more like something that old, frivolous bald donkey would say, and he did understand her thoughts. But Changxia felt really bad about being manipulated like this.
So she said, "Then you can start crying and making a fuss, and then throw yourself into the demon's mouth. Anyway, I have the best heart and will not let you do anything, right?"
After saying that, she put on an expression that said, "I'm watching you cry."
The little monk took out the medicine from his sleeve and sprinkled it into his eyes. Tears really flowed out. Then he dodged and hugged Changxia's thighs.
"Senior sister, please take me in."
Changxia: ...
He is indeed a good candidate for becoming a Buddhist practitioner.
"What's your name?"
This was the meaning of accepting him. The young monk immediately got up, straightened his clothes, suppressed his inner pride, and put on a solemn appearance.
"Replying to Senior Sister, this is Monk Xingyun."
Chang Xia: "Do you have a fellow apprentice named Liu Shui?"
Xingyun was obviously used to hearing such questions. He looked calm and not even surprised.
"Senior sister, our generation is all from the Xing generation."
Changxia didn't really mean to make things difficult for him.
She was very familiar with the Zen Master's techniques. The aura of the young monk before her was the same as the Zen Master's, and she knew at a glance that he was a direct disciple. The Zen Master was her elder, and had taught her a lot over the years. Naturally, she had to treat the person entrusted to her before his death well.
I just don't know what the Zen master wanted to do by arranging this little monk to come to her before he died.
Changxia did not think that he was proficient enough in Buddhism to teach the younger generation that the Zen master had high hopes for.
But the little monk didn't say anything, and she didn't want to ask.
Anyway, he will leave naturally after achieving his goal.
"I'm going to the North Line, what do you think?"
Xingyun: "I will naturally follow you, Senior Sister."
He added, "We only have three hours to break the formation. Even if we go all out, I'm afraid Senior Sister won't be able to reach the front lines."
Chang Xia was about to explain when he suddenly felt a fluctuation in his consciousness.
She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, Caishou was already in her palm.
Xingyun felt that the temperament of his senior sister, who had been gentle just now, suddenly became stern and murderous.
He followed Changxia's gaze and saw a rushing sea of red clouds in the distance, approaching at a terrifying speed.
Xingyun subconsciously opened his clairvoyance and realized that it was not a red cloud, but a giant demon tail!
The Chi Zhouhai royal family, the nine-tailed red fox!
What Xingyun can see, Changxia can naturally see as well.
"A fox," she murmured, "can be killed."
Changxia picked up the stunned little monk like a chick and put him under a nearby relic. He still had the mood to give him a smile.
"Don't move here. Even if the demon bites you, don't move an inch. Got it?"
"Also, what you said just now was wrong."
"I don't need to go to the front line."
after all--
Changxia held the hilt of the sword with his left hand and lightly scratched the blade with the palm of his right hand. The bright red blood instantly covered the sword and then disappeared in the next moment.
After drinking the blood, Caishou emitted a bright purple light.
She thought casually, after all, in Chi Zhouhai, wherever she was was the front line.
As he was speaking, the red fox was already in front of him. Changxia didn't want to hurt Xingyun by mistake, so he reached out and grabbed it. The purple spiritual power threads turned into a dense net, binding it. Before it could react, Changxia threw it hard and brushed the thing three miles away.
Guessing that the little monk should be able to handle the aftermath of the spiritual power collision at this distance, Chang Xia finally raised her eyelids to take a look at her opponent.
Red Fox, it would look nice if I could make a scarf for you.
He wore blue every day, but it was too plain after all.
The fox struggled out of the net and roared at Changxia. Its huge claws fell down like an overwhelming force. Changxia did not dodge. The sword flashed and a blood mist filled the sky.
The fox paw was chopped into a pile of minced meat.
After she went to heaven and killed a hundred immortals, she really had no interest in such an opponent.
“Ouch!”
The fox howled in pain, but before it could react, the next sword was already in front of it.
Changxia's target is its eyes.
After all, this is the material for making a scarf for my senior brother. It would not be beautiful if the fur was scratched.
When she drew her sword, the fox's body fell heavily, raising a cloud of dust.
But Changxia did not put away his sword. Instead, he pointed the sword behind the fox's body.
"Do I need you to come out?"
A figure slowly walked out from behind the dust, with white hair and beard, and a snow-white outfit. Only two dark green magic patterns on his face were particularly obvious.
Song Jia raised his hands above his head and said with an apologetic smile, "Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!"
He kicked the dead fox in disgust, and turned to Chang Xia with a different expression: "Look, I've already given you a meeting gift... Let's put down our swords and talk it over."
Changxia didn't believe what he said. She never took the fox seriously from the beginning to the end. She was only on guard against Song Jia.
It is true that this person has a tacit understanding with Zuo Qin and Xie Fengxue, but it is also true that he wants to kill her. They were very unfriendly when they first met. When Chang Xia didn't even know who Song Jia was, this person pushed her into a desperate situation. She didn't know where his hostility towards her came from.
But she intuitively thought it was because of the left quilt.
"Which of your close friends or relatives is this?"
Song Jia's smile remained flattering, but when discussing the red fox, a hint of disdain appeared in his eyes. "He wants me to marry his daughter, but I don't want to, so the only way is to get rid of him. If you hadn't come, I would have wanted to kill him legitimately, but it would have been quite difficult."
Chang Xia didn't quite understand why Chi Zhou Hai still emphasized proper methods. As if sensing her confusion, Song Jia explained, "There's no proper or improper basis in the first place. The demons' severe survival crisis gave rise to the law of the jungle. In the past, killing was killing, no matter what method was used. The strong could plunder all the wealth of the slain. But the perseverance of monks and scholars over the past few thousand years has not been without results. A few brainwashed demons have brought etiquette and morality to Chi Zhou Hai. Without the Demon King to suppress it, Chi Zhou Hai is in chaos. The Elders' Council has found this method very effective in maintaining stability, so..."
Chang Xia grasped the key point: "Seeking stability cannot withstand the crisis of survival."
In the Chi Zhou Sea where supplies are scarce, plunder is necessary for survival. How can morality, integrity and shame be used to make a living and convince the demons there?
When the granaries are full, people know etiquette. If Chi Zhouhai can provide a living for all the monsters, why would they rush to attack Cang Xuan like moths to a flame?
Wouldn't it be nice to stay in your hometown?
Song Jia suddenly smiled strangely: "As expected, you are the most favorite descendant of Zuo...Zuo Shanzhu."
He threw something like a stone to Changxia.
"I found it in a forbidden area in Chi Zhou Sea. There is a fairy aura on it. It must have fallen from the fairyland."
Changxia looked at the thing in his hand and his pupils suddenly shrank.
If this is true, it is not good news.
"You haven't been to the depths of Chi Zhou Sea, so you probably don't know that the spiritual energy there has reached a very rich level compared to a thousand years ago. However, it has been sealed with a magical artifact, so it hasn't leaked out. It was only in recent years that I was able to go in and see it with the help of this red fox."
Song Jia's voice was still filled with laughter: "Changxia, if I had told you this news later, would Cang Xuan have been beyond saving?"
Changxia calmed himself down and recovered from the shock.
"Someone in Cang Xuan already knows this news, and at least someone at my level will know it soon. Otherwise, you wouldn't tell me all this without any conditions. After all, a secret of this level is more than just 'bait'. You clearly would be willing to exchange anything for information if you just threw this stone to me, but you've revealed everything. This means this information is about to become no longer a secret."
She looked at Song Jia with a clear gaze that made people dare not underestimate him.
"And you can't afford to deceive me with this information."
"We've made deals many times before. Tell me, what's this deal?" Chang Xia said. And to show her sincerity, she put away her sword.
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