MTL - Legend of Fu Yao-v7 Chapter 7 Hidden crisis

The Cang Cang God ruled the sixty-three years of July, the northernmost land.

As the sun rises, it will reflect the glare of the snow-capped mountains. The thick snow refracts the sunlight, forming an aerosol like a cloud. It reflects the layers of the snow-capped mountains, and looks far away.

If the temple is in the city, it is proud of Lingyun. Looking at the huge and magnificent, the overall color is blue, the color is simple and calm, the structure is beautiful and exquisite, the clouds between the temples are endless, and those faint clouds of snow are in the air. The extremely high and extremely cold places condensed into the hexagonal plum-like snow, the flowers are flying, the three thousand jade steps, and the ground is broken and jade.

Long smoke and snow are solitary, only for people to worship, to enjoy the red fireworks in the world.

Evergreen Temple.

The temple is actually a city, a city that does not have a guarding city, but it is difficult to get through.

There are a number of temples in the city, which are distributed in a circular shape. The main hall of the glorious hall is guarded. The city is covered with snow all the year round. Only the side of the main hall is full of flowers, and the embroidered spring is floating in the clouds. At the end, floating around.

The hall of Baizhang’s square is quiet and silent. There is a strange statue in the middle of the statue. Without a crown, the seat is turned back. It is a posture of a half-shouldered sleeve, with a wide robes and a swaying posture. The left hand holds the sword and the back. In the palm of the right hand behind him, a lotus flower blooms.

The idol is extremely delicately crafted, and the clothes belt is as vivid as the wind, especially the eyebrows. Although it is just a look back, it still shows the glorious and graceful appearance, the jade looks like a new year, and the coolness is one person.

People who come and go in various robes, through the statues, bow down with respect and respect.

This is the image of the founder of the Evergreen Temple, the **** of the evergreen temple.

Three hundred years ago, when the founding father of the Evergreen Temple was soaring, it was passed down: "From my beginning, by my life."

This simple six-word, many people do not understand, but they are quite sure that the omnipotent master of the temple will be able to understand the ancestral gods, lead the evergreen temple, and eternal evergreen.

There are many people coming and going in the temple, but they are silent. Especially when passing through the inner hall where the curtain is deep, the pace is more and more faint. For fear of a heavy breath, they will disturb the gods in the temple.

The gods are quarreling.

A long table in the inner hall, sitting on the left and right sides of each row, everyone looks calm, like sleeping and not sleeping, but if it is out of the teeth, it is like a sparkle of electricity, slamming.

"I don't understand why the lord insisted on doing this?" The middle-aged man in the blue sorghum on the left side of the seat looked unscrupulous. "My Skywalker has been practicing red dust for many years. He is good at the temple affairs and knows the world. Why can't he rise to the Three Halls?" Why can't the king of Naluo hold the night fork?"

"It’s no problem to hold the Yaksha branch in the tight side." The high-ranking old man on the right side of the seat looks like a closed, indifferent: "I am afraid that the palm of your hand will be in the palm of your hand." ”

"The three elders have different opinions." The old man in the same costume on the right side immediately retorted. "The meaning of King Kaloulu is only that the king of Naluo is in charge of the night fork. How do the three elders get on the upper three halls? It is the main ruler of the temple, the dragon is the saint of the saint, the night fork has been led by the seven elders, and the seven-year-olds have been energetically unsuccessful. Now, what is the promotion of young people?"

"Yes, yes." Immediately, the old man answered. "This seat has no opinion on the king of the night, and it is only a little dissenting to the reason for the promotion of King Kalou, although there are many days in the king of Naluo. The walker, but the king of Naluo himself, but rarely experienced in red dust, King Jialuluo, you use this as a reason to raise the king of Luo, do you feel a little ridiculous?"

"You are ridiculous!" The blue-eyed sorghum man who started talking at the beginning of the eyebrows was vertical. "Tighten the king of Naluo is not a Skywalker who can't hold the night fork. The Holy Lord is not in the temple all the year round. Why can he hold the dragon?"

The veterans of several opposition groups sneered at each other and immediately revealed the expression "I know that you are the meaning of the three halls."

"Laughter, what?" The sorghum blue man also sneered. "According to my position, I can't say the Lord's Highness, but I am also his elder. I will see you again today. I know that you are holding him because of his talents. Because he is the most arrogant person in the temple for three hundred years, because he taught God..." He just said that he suddenly heard a slight cough, stopped immediately, and snorted and continued. "However, the Wizards Whether it is worthy or not, if it is not at all responsible, what is the use? What do you offer in Baba, people are not rare, what is the use? A casual saint of the Lord can be in the palm of the hand, then has been loyal and dying Tight King Nalu, why can't you rise to the night fork?"

His words seemed to poke into the pain, a few sneer opposition opposition veterans silently, several supporters sent the old man's eyes, other few have not spoken to show their deep thoughts, sorghum men turn their eyes, smug smile, will In addition to giving a slight cough to the top, the old man who has been silent has not voted.

On the top, the old man with a high crown of feathers has been closing his eyes and calmly sitting. The pale gold face without wrinkles is not shocked. He is not listening to the disputes of the people. For the eager eyes of the people, the master of the temple is supreme and authoritative, but with eyebrows. There is no tremor, and the unmoving figure is hidden in the mist of pale blue, which looks more like God than human.

There are kinds of breathless silences on all sides. These eight kings, the elders of the temple, are all superbly respected. However, in this absolute authority, the ruling of the evergreen temple and even the sacred sacred for more than sixty years, has been cultivated into a half centurion. In the face of the old man who will be born, the old man who is still the most embarrassed, the middle-aged man in the blue sky, will also sigh slightly.

Until it was determined that the silence had already suppressed the turmoil, the lord of the temple faintly said that it was something that was irrelevant to the previous thesis: "When there is a strong man coming south, why isn’t the Luo part not reported?"

In a word, the blue-shirted middle-aged men were discolored immediately, and the Luo Department was responsible for the national information collection and reporting, and the person who could be called the “stronger” by the lord of the north was bound to be a strong man. In the borders of the country, it is not a major dereliction of duty.

Only in this sentence, the attitude of the lord has been clearly revealed. However, even the blue-clad man, Kalou Luo, who is trying to win the power of the Yaksha King, is no longer able to say anything - tightly, Luo’s dereliction of duty, What is the qualification of King Nairo to compete for the Yaksha King?

Several elders who originally supported the king of Naluo immediately silenced, and the middle-aged man in blue changed his face and bitten his teeth.

In a word, the Changqing Dianzhu no longer gives the opportunity to discuss this matter, and directly shifts the topic: "The retreat of the previous day, the news has been heard, the period of soaring, just around the corner."

Everyone was shocked, and they showed their joy and stood up: "Congratulations to the Lord!"

The middle-aged man in blue is very happy, but it doesn't look like he is happy for the owner. His eyes are flashing, and he seems to be thinking about it.

However, the second sentence of the lord immediately dispelled his joy.

"Recalling the Lord."

"The Lord is still at home, just..." A man just said a few words, the old man has got up.

Everyone immediately snorted and squatted down, listening to the old man's tone, no doubt.

"recall."

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"Old faint!"

In the inner temple, the members of the highest ruling class of the Evergreen Temple gradually dispersed. If several elders looked at the blue middle-aged man in a deep sense, they left behind, leaving him behind, and screaming with anger and striding away from the inner hall.

He squinted his face all the way, and went straight into his Jialuluo Temple in the hustle and bustle of the four disciples, until he entered the inner temple, and then he overthrew the book in the temple.

"Hey!"

The book on the book was full of anger, and the man was still angry and roared: "Old confused!"

The people in the temple were battling to the ground, and even the books scattered all over the place were not daring to pick.

"...that's him! It must be him! Why must he be him anyway! We worked hard all over the world to get the wind and frost, and he sang the lotus platform easily, don't want to be hard to give him!" The beast is generally rumbling around, and the person who kicks in front of him kicks in the face, shouting, "Get out!"

The people all retired, and the man fell into the chair and looked up to the sky with a sigh of relief, as if he wanted to spit out the full stagnation.

Under the bluestone ground, there was a sudden faint sound of knocking, and the sound sounded dull and somewhat distant.

The blue man, Kalou Luo, bowed a sly, seemingly thinking of something, frowning, holding his chin and thinking half a sigh, suddenly lifting his foot and kicking the table.

After rolling for a while, the carpet under the table broke open, and the downward ladder appeared. There was no light in the darkness.

King Kalou Luo stepped down and walked a long way, then turned to the right and stopped in front of a ground floor.

The ground floor is narrow, and there is a mess of grass in the ground. If a tall person enters, it is difficult to turn around, sleep, sleep, stand, stand up, purely a tormented place.

However, some people are lying tall and shouting.

"Death!" King Kaloulu snorted and squatted in front of the ground floor, calling, "Hey! Get up!"

The man turned over and pointed his **** at him.

"What to install!" King Kaloulu screamed. "Isn't you just knocking underneath?"

The man did not move and slept very well.

King Kaloulu snorted and sat down in front of the prison. He said helplessly: "Old ghosts, I am acquainted with you for many years, and I am not here. You are here."

It was probably not hard to eat the soft, half a squat, a black Wu's claws stick out of the haystack and waved, indicating that he "reasoned".

"Do you want to go out?" King Galouro sat thoughtfully in front of the ground floor, asking for a long while.

The man turned over on the haystack and turned to King Kalou, and the dark room could not see his eyebrows. Even if there was light, the dirt was enough to make him unable to distinguish his eyebrows.

"What?"

The voice was a little hoarse, and the man coughed and coughed, and spit out a thick scent without any hygienic spit. He was spit in the lower end of the luxurious robes of Jialuluo.

King Jialuo Luo’s eyebrows will start to anger, but he smiled a little for a while, endured it, and turned his head to stare at a certain direction above. Sen Ran said: "If you want to go out, help me a favor."

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The farther north, the colder the wind, the first like ice water, but then it became cold ice skates. The ice skates swept over the ground of the frozen soil, cut out the vertical and horizontal knife marks, and the horseshoes stepped on the cracks, one step at a time. The snow-covered foams on the eyelids fell on the eyelashes for a long time. After a long time, they condensed into ice beads, and they slammed and slammed.

On this day, Meng Fu shook his head and suddenly found that the distant snow-capped mountains had already plunged from the horizon.

"Let's make this road really fast." In front of a long distance, Tuoba Pearl leaned against the long-term Sun Wuji and smiled at him. "It is almost up to the evergreen mountain."

"You and I are outside the day, and I will shoulder the heavy responsibility of the temple in one day." The great-grandchild smiled, "It is better to go back earlier, deliver the task, and loose it."

Tuoba Pearl is flying and flying, and the look is filled with the joy of “slow and loose love”. Jiao Xiao said: “So, it depends on you.”

They are whispering here, and the Emperor is not looking at them. They are close to Meng Fu and say: "Hey, you are jealous, some people are not in love, don't you love?"

“Good.” Meng Fu’s answer was very refreshing. He raised his hand and tried to embrace the ingots on his shoulder. “I decided to love my ingot and return my lover to me.”

The emperor snorted and turned his head.

Yuanbao adults arrogantly screamed, holding their arms and turning their heads to make disdain, Meng Fu was too lazy to care about it, looking at the back of the two people, thinking that she had prepared to go all the way from entering the country of 穹 ,, do not want this All the way to use the "beautiful man", with the extension of the pearl as the scorpion, relying on the shelter of the tightness of the gods, it is indeed a rare lucky to go through most of the country.

In the meantime, I have seen some shrines that seem to have tasks, but their identity is lower than that of Tuoba Pearl. The temple is very strict. These people are far away from it and have never come to question.

The only thing that is strange is that on the day they entered the port of Huan Cang, it made a lot of noise, but the temple did not seem to respond. This is somewhat unreasonable.

Is it because...he?

Meng Fu looked at the shadow of the great-grandchild, and sighed silently, muttering: "It’s a good trip all the way..."

"What's going on?" She heard the emperor's side, and smirked: "Do you think you are lucky?"

Meng Fu looked at him in doubt.

The Emperor used his noble nostrils against her, and said with pride: "From the beginning of a sacred sac, every time there is a city, there is a voluptuous method, but I have given my uncle a silent solution."

Meng Fuyao carefully recalled the experience of Zhuchengmen in these few days. I really didn't think of any way of doing things. However, it is not like a fake look at the emperor. She also knows that although this is not a good person, she never lie to lie. The decision to come to the long-term Sun Wuji is really wise, and the mysterious place of the celestial gods is no less than the help of the wind. If you take the risk of sinning, you will be discovered when you enter the country.

This place is near the north of the land, the temperature is extremely low, Meng Fu shakes up the collar, a little worried to go to the back of the big car to see the situation of the cloud mark, he fell asleep safely, although he did not wake up, but can see Out of the better, Meng Fu shake even felt that the flow of light on his face became more and more obvious, like what is in the body to break through.

Meng Fu Sha is very surprised. She knows that Yun Xu and herself are a master. The essence of this kung fu lies in life and death. The ghost gate is passed once, and the skill is on the upper level. The heavier the effect, the better. If the cloud marks Because of this breakthrough, it is really a blessing in disguise.

Putting down the curtain, Meng Fu shook his body and passed by a servant with a basin. The servant was the altar of the altar who passed by in order to please the Tuoba Pearl and sent to serve her. He just went to the river. Tuoba Mingzhu hit the water, the cold road slipped, the steps were somewhat unstable, and they walked fast. They collided with Meng Fu, and the edge of the copper basin was wiped from Meng Fu’s hand.

Meng Fu Shao only felt a pain in his fingers. A drop of blood emerged from his fingertips and landed on the edge of the copper basin. He slipped slowly. The little "厮" hurriedly said: "I can't help but live." Meng Fu swing Waving his hand, he took a glance at it, and saw that the copper pot was not smooth, and the edge was a little raised sharp. He smiled and said: "The edge of the basin is not uniform. When the little brother is at the end, be careful."

That little thank you, took the water to the Tuoba Pearl, the long-term Sun Wuji side looked over, Tuoba Mingzhu smiled: "I got the water? Just right, my boots are dirty, wipe the mud."

She reached for the drowning water, gazing at her, saw the red mark on the side of the basin, and suddenly became furious. When she raised her hand, she flipped the basin and turned her eyebrows upside down: "Mixed things, actually took this dirty water to God to use!" ”

The little man hurriedly pleaded guilty, and the great-grandson did not see what happened to the water. He asked, "What happened?"

"I don't know where the dirty money came from!" Tuoba Mingzhu was not angry, he kicked the pot and kicked the little one. The boy fell down and hurryed to escape. Go on.

"The next person is a rough hand, why do you have a general knowledge." Chang Sun Wuji looked at the ground water, smiled and advised, Tuoba Mingzhu temper to go quickly, especially to the long-term Sun Wuji, immediately laughed, "Nature, both According to you." Raise your hand to the whole reins, the fingers seem to have no intention of wiping the hand of the great-grandchild, the long-term grandson suddenly fell to the saddle to take the water bladder, intentionally or unintentionally, her hand fell again.

Tuoba Mingzhu's brow is about to talk, and suddenly listens to the sound of the horseshoes in front. A team of people is far away. The black flag is embroidered with golden enamel, and the huge figure is awkward. This team is not like the previous team. Tuoba’s ceremonial ceremonies evaded the road, but ran straight, and the first one shouted: “Is the front of the Luo’s envoy?”

"Ah, the Mohhotgar **** made it." Tuoba Pearl looked at the flag and said with a smile, "Do you also go back to the temple?"

"I will not return for the time being." The other side took the horse. "The instructions of the Ministry of Heaven are tight, and the gods should be received. Is there anyone who finds the order to check?"

Meng Fu shaked this sentence and felt that it was wrong. The heart looked at the long-term Sun Wuji, and the long-term Sun Wuji didn't move, but slowly moved the horse back to a horse, and wrongly opened up the vision of Mingzhu.

"Ah, hey, this ambassador hasn't found it yet." Tuoba Mingzhu said, "This ambassador has already searched for multiple parties, and there is still no trace of the other side."

"Yeah." The middle-aged man, Mokhuro, sighed. "We are also unable to find it. There are clues that there are several spots that are suspected of being traced, but it is not... but it is strange. ""

"Those people who enter the West from the West are destined to be unfavorable to China, and they must take the mountain road." Takuya Pearl suggested, "Looking at the direction of the expensive, it seems to come from the sea, the direction is wrong, can't find it?"

"Western?" Mohhotah raised his eyebrows in astonishment, as if he didn't know the general jewels of Tuoba, "Where is the West? Where is the man from the port-"