v5 Chapter 761： Daomen: Where did my big diamond go?

Chapter 761 Daomen: Where did my big Vajra go?

Looking forward to, looking forward to.

The latest issue of "Daxuanmin Daily" finally spread to Nanhuang.

However, whether it was Qingqiu, Yuyuan, or other monster races who had the right to copy, they all immediately gave up "Daxuan Minbao" to Qingqing Grassland.

There is no way, the price given by the Qingniu clan is too high.

Anyway, everyone already knows that the blood of the Heavenly Dao this time is from the Niu Clan, so it is enough for each monster clan to leave a few copies for the Great Sage to read. It's just a day or two delayed.

It is important to make money first.

…

Green grassland.

The ancestral land of the Niu people, Niulan Mountain.

Two days ago, the ancestral demon Niu Pipi returned from the Daoist Palace and brought the news that the Daoist sect had won the opportunity for the Niu Clan, and the whole Niulan Mountain was boiling.

Originally, they knew it was impossible to go to the Taoist cave for a while.

They just look stupid, but they are not really stupid!

However, whether to mention the request or not is a matter of attitude.

After all, they are foreigners, and they are always separated from Taoism.

Some conditions must be raised from time to time, so that the Daomen feel that the Niu Clan must rely on them, and they can also control the Niu Clan.

Small conditions are not good, and they are easy to meet if they are mentioned, and they will be seen to be playing tricks.

Just mention that kind of big condition, which is definitely what they need but the Daoist sect can't meet it for a while, and they don't strive for it after mentioning it, and just let the Daoist sect pass it off with three melons and two dates.

It just happened to set up the stupid cow.

Perfect.

But I didn't expect that this time I went to maintain the cow design routinely, and there were unexpected gains.

Splashing opportunity!

What could it be?

In terms of their attitude towards their own people, Taoism and Confucianism are different, they are the masters who spit and nail!

They say that there is a chance, and there must be a chance;

Otherwise, where will they save face?

Otherwise, it would be troublesome to come out and explain!

So a group of peak saints squatted on the top of Niulan Mountain, looking up at the sky.

Waiting for the opportunity to drop.

In the end, there was no opportunity to fall from the sky, but the news of opportunity came from my ears.

Master of Martial Arts, Master of Ten Thousand Monsters, Chen Luo, finally writes amazingly in "Journey to the West"!

The blood of heaven, the cattle clan!

This...how embarrassing.

The gift hasn't been sent yet!

Speaking of which, the Qingniu clan did not send envoys to Zhongjing. After all, they followed the Taoist sect, and if they were confused with the Confucian sect, it would be difficult to handle.

So this news was only learned through other monster races, so it was a bit late.

But at this point in time, Chen Luo wrote Niu Clan by hand. Is it because the Daoist sect is working hard?

Could this be the sky-shattering chance that Taoist said?

To be honest, they recognize the chance, but for the Niu Clan, what can be called the sky-shattering statement is not acceptable in the Desolate Bone Realm, at least it must be in the Desolate Vein Realm!

Thinking of this, the whole Niulan Mountain became excited again.

Hey - really exciting!

…

Weihu Mountain.

In the palace, a space fluctuated and oscillated. Feng Nanzhi looked away from the document in his hand and looked in the direction of the space vibration. Soon, the leader of the secret guard came out of it.

"Your Majesty, this is the latest issue of "Daxuanmin Daily." Saying this, the chief of the secret guard presented the newspaper he had just bought from the human race.

"Let it go!" Feng Nanzhi said lightly.

"Yes!" The chief of the secret guard put the newspaper beside Feng Nanzhi's table, saluted, then retreated into the space and disappeared.

Sensing that the other party had left, Feng Nanzhi quickly put down the document in his hand, eagerly picked up the newspaper, and read it carefully.

"The Cyan Bull Clan?"

After reading a few paragraphs, Feng Nanzhi frowned slightly when she realized that the blood of Heaven's Dao this time was from the Qingniu clan.

The Qingniu clan is very powerful, leading the sheep, deer, and rhinoceros clans. Their blood can be traced back to the barbaric period. Kui Niu, Fei Niu, Ao Yin, and Xing Niu are all famous big monsters, especially Qing Niu, the source of blood. Niu Niu Zu, that is the existence that competes with the five spirits.

At the end of the human-monster war, the monsters fled to the Southern Wilderness. The Niu Clan had already defected to the Human Race, but they entered the Southern Wilderness together. Together with the Elephant Clan supported by Buddhism at that time, they became the biggest nails buried by the Human Race in the Southern Wilderness.

Even though the Niu clan doesn't show mountains or dew, but the sheep and deer clan are the richest races in the southern wilderness, and the rhinoceros clan can also stay at the end of the top ten strong clans.

They are a pair of gloves for the bull family!

Among the "threat forces" set within the Tiger Clan, the Niu Clan is on the list.

"Should we continue to strengthen the Niu Clan and restrict our Clan?" Feng Nanzhi sighed softly.

There is nothing wrong with this, fostering power and dealing with potential threats from one's own race, any qualified race leader would do the same.

Especially the ten thousand year-old Niu family, it is worth investing in.

To be honest, the human race is not without the sects secretly supported by the tiger clan, but the Confucian sect is suppressed by the holy way, and those small sects and small households can knock on the side drums, but they can't make it to the stage in major matters.

But in Feng Nanzhi's heart, there was an unconcealable sense of loss.

Race comes first, and personal emotions really don't count.

Feng Nanzhi continued to look back, but at the end, when she talked about the origin of Qingniu Jing, her somewhat disappointed mood was lifted again.

"This Green Ox Essence is protecting the Taoist boy..."

Feng Nanzhi's heart moved, and a smile appeared on his face.

Books in the world of mortals connect with the way of heaven and evolve the blood of the way of heaven.

Every word recognized by the Dao of Heaven has an inner reason.

For example, the Banjiao Qingniu in this book, since it was written as the mount of the Taishang Laojun, was finally surrendered by the Taishang Laojun, which means that this bloodline was restrained by Taoism.

And Chen Luo wrote in the book that the Green Ox Essence was arranged to be a Taoist boy to protect the Tao, and the Taoist boy used diamond carving as a magic weapon for protection. That is to say, the blood of the Banjiao Qingniu can't harm the Lord of Vajra Cutting!

They may even be born with blood ties.

To achieve this, it is definitely not as simple as writing a book, and it may even require the use of one's own blood.

Feng Nanzhi looked down at her lower abdomen, and there was a trace of envy in the depths of her eyes.

"Also."

"Your father still has a little conscience after all, and he still misses you..."

…

At this moment, Wei Wei Dao Palace.

Chen Xiyi held the latest "Da Xuan Min Bao" and remained silent.

Zhang Wumeng kept counting with his fingers in his sleeves, and finally frowned, looking at Chen Xiyi: "Master, this disciple can only deduce that the bloodline of this Banjiao Qingniu is not lower than the barren vein state!"

"As for where the limit is, I can't deduce it."

"Isn't the chance we're fighting for the Qingniu clan this time a little too big!"

Chen Xiyi sighed lightly: "The limit is the Desolate Soul Realm!"

"However, if you want to reach the Desolate Soul Realm, you must enter my Dao Sect and fuse your soul with a certain Daoist from my Dao Sect. Only by using the Taoist Zi Qi can you enter the Desolate Soul Realm!"

"If you practice on your own, the barren vein state is the limit."

"In the future, there will really be an ancestor demon of the cow clan who can cultivate into the wild soul state, and he can be regarded as a cow of my Taoism."

"The meat is still rotten in the pot, no loss!"

Zhang Wumeng was overjoyed when he heard the words, looked at Chen Xiyi again, and asked puzzledly: "Since this is the case, it is a great thing, why is Master so unhappy?"

Chen Xiyi rubbed his brows.

"Pin Dao clearly senses the fluctuation of the rules of Heaven!"

"Looks like a new rule treasure is born!"

"From the point of view of the article, it is the Vajra Zhuo of the Taoist leader Taishang Laojun in this book!"

"This should be the Taoist treasure!"

"Why did such a big Vajra cut disappear?"

"Why can't Pindao feel it?"

Zhang Wumeng was stunned for a moment, and said: "Maybe it's too powerful, so it's not visible at the moment."

"Forget it! Next time, just ask that kid." Chen Xiyi waved his whisk, and then talked about another topic, "I called you today because I have something to do!"

"Chen Luo first opened the Taoist martial arts, and then opened the Earth Immortal Dao, and now he has given a top-notch bloodline of Qingniu, which is really a great contribution to my Taoism!"

"Some treasure rewards are really out of reach."

"Pindao intends to let him take the authority of a Taoist sect to prepare the palace master in the name of the Dao of the Earth Immortal, but he is afraid that the Confucian sect will be very annoying."

"After much deliberation, I can only start with other methods."

Zhang Wumeng looked dignified and nodded: "Mmm, what are you going to do, Master?"

"Didn't his elder sister, Chen Xuan, enter my Taoist sect?" Chen Xiyi said, "I worship Qingwei, the great celestial master, as my teacher. His lineage was created by my senior brother Daguanzi."

Zhang Wumeng nodded: "Master is right, counting seniority, Qingwei is your disciple and grandson."

Chen Xiyi continued: "Then Chen Xuan has already cultivated to the Yin-Yang realm, there are not many places Qingwei can protect."

"When you go to Shouyang Mountain, you say that the poor Taoist will teach Chen Xuan personally!"

Zhang Wumeng rolled his eyes and looked at Chen Xiyi: "Master, are you teaching yourself?"

"Hahahaha, of course I'll leave it to you!" Chen Xiyi smiled triumphantly, "Otherwise the poor Taoist will teach you disciples what to do!"

Zhang Wumeng nodded helplessly.

Just knew it was so!

"That blessed place of Taoist ancestor, Chen Xuan can go in and practice." Chen Xiyi added.

This sentence really shocked Zhang Wumeng, who had previously rejected the Qingniu clan because of this matter.

"It's not the same!" As if seeing Zhang Wumeng's thoughts, Chen Xiyi said lightly, "Although there is a relationship with Chen Luo, Chen Xuan can practice so quickly with only a wisp of Dao Yun. There are other things in it. reason."

"It's not a loss to let her enter the Taoist Ancestor's Cave!"

Hearing Chen Xiyi's words, Zhang Wumeng didn't continue to ask, but stood up and bowed, shook his sleeves, and disappeared into the Taoist palace.

And Chen Xiyi slowly closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep again, but he murmured softly: "Tai Shang...Sanqing...Zixiao Palace..."

Chen Xiyi yawned big.

…

"Ah—" In An Guogong's mansion, Chen Luo also yawned big.

Unexpectedly, it took so much energy to write King Kong Zhuo with essence and blood. It has been four days and I still feel tired.

Fortunately, there is only one bloodline right now.

The Sixth Senior Sister was right. Yuan Yang must not be lost indiscriminately before thousands of miles away. Otherwise, just writing about companion treasures for the little boy would exhaust him to death.

However, "Journey to the West" can be put on hold temporarily, and the Legal News will come to urge the manuscript again, asking for the manuscript of "Three Heroes and Five Righteousness".

"Let's go another day..." Chen Luo looked at Cheng Diefei who came to urge the manuscript, and said softly, "I'm a little tired, let's take a rest."

Cheng Diefei lowered his head and said, "Zhu Guo said to change the date, so of course we can only change the date."

"The big deal is that Diefei will go back and let Editor Wei reprimand him!"

"From now on, I don't dare to urge Zhuguo to enter this Duke An's mansion."

Chen Luo rubbed his brows, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

The explosion of "Dream of Red Mansions" was naturally expected by Chen Luo, but he did not expect it to be so popular.

Especially those ladies, who are now competing to be sought after, and even speaking, they have begun to form a "red building style", which has become a fashion now.

"I write! I write!"

Seeing Luo Hongnu bring tea, and hearing Cheng Diefei's words, there was a look of suspicion in his eyes, Chen Luo hurriedly said to Cheng Diefei, "Speak up!"

When Cheng Diefei heard this, he raised his head and smiled: "That Diefei is waiting for Zhu Guo's manuscript in the editorial department!"

Chen Luo sighed: "Okay!"

Then Cheng Diefei bounced away, Chen Luo looked at Luo Hongnu, and sighed: "She is learning to speak from "A Dream of Red Mansions"."

Luo Hongnu smiled lightly: "Young master, you don't need to explain to this slave, it's the wrong time for this slave to come."

"If I had known she was here, I wouldn't have come!"

Chen Luo: !!!∑(Дノ)ノ

Enough!

Luo Hongnu pimpled a bit, then straightened his face, and said, "My lord, the whole Wenchang Pavilion is looking for Cao Xueqin now. Would you like to have a breather with Minister Wen and say hello?"

When Chen Luo heard this, he scratched his head again.

"That said, don't they have a place to remind them?"

"No, no!"

"Until the last moment, I will never drop my vest!"

"no way!"

…

Let's talk, let's make trouble.

No kidding about updates.

Chen Luo still locked himself in the study, and prepared some drafts of "Three Heroes and Five Righteousness" and "A Dream of Red Mansions".

And time, just like this day by day.

…

Mozhou, Qingyuan County.

The meandering Xunyuan River flows eastward from outside the county seat of Qingyuan County, and finally merges into the Wanli Blue Sea.

Relying on mountains to eat mountains, relying on water to eat water, this Xunyuan River feeds a population of 100,000 in Qingyuan County.

At this time, outside Qingyuan County, there were lights dotted around. Countless people carried lanterns and searched all over the mountains and plains. Among them, there were Confucian scholars and masters constantly performing Confucianism techniques to explore the surroundings.

On the city tower, the county magistrate dressed in a seventh-rank official uniform stood with his hands behind his back, watching this scene in silence.

"Lord Fang..." an aide beside the county magistrate clasped his hands, "The position of the bias is majestic and dignified. Our actions are no different from hitting a stone with an egg. I hope the county magistrate thinks twice!"

The county magistrate surnamed Fang glanced at the staff, and said lightly: "This county has not done anything, so think twice."

As he spoke, he looked out of the city again: "A bad woman and an innocent thief came out of the city. This rich family spontaneously assists the government to arrest criminals. It is only right and proper. What's the problem?"

As he said that, the county magistrate held the official hat on his head in his hands: "But Chen Zhuguo taught us that being an official is not making decisions for the people, so it's better to go home and sell sweet potatoes."

He suddenly shook his hand, and the official hat in that hand fell under the city gate.

The Fang county magistrate glanced under the city gate and sighed: "Oh, I didn't hold it securely, it fell."

"If you drop it, you drop it. It's just a hat."

At this moment, the sound of a magic battle suddenly came from the crowd in the distance, and then the sound dissipated, and everyone's excited voice came out.

The county magistrate surnamed Fang yawned: "Looks like I caught it!"

"Go back, sleepy!"

…

Qingyuan County, Zhou Mansion.

Tick-tock water dripped down the cage. In this water prison, a man was trapped naked in the iron cage. Outside the iron cage, a middle-aged man looked at the identity token in his hand.

"Six doors at the bias, call the watchman, Zheng Feng!"

The middle-aged man sneered: "Master Zheng, my Zhou family has always passed on poems and books to the family, but it's just a villager who is talkative, why did you recruit me?"

"Is there some misunderstanding?"

"Bah!" Zheng Feng spat, and said, "You guys are ashamed to talk about the family tradition of poetry and etiquette."

"Collude with Suicun, in the name of etiquette, and disregard human life!"

"Exclude other holy ways, and only allow Confucian scholars here to learn the way of rituals!"

"Now imprison the official ordered by the court!"

"One by one, they are all serious crimes!"

"Don't say you are a Qingyuan Zhou family, even your direct lineage family can't afford it!"

The Patriarch of the Zhou family shook his head lightly: "Master Zheng, you make it difficult for me to say that!"

"In this way, you hand over the evidence you collected."

"Tell me the identities of the other people who are traveling with you."

"Not too much, two people are enough!"

"My Zhou family, I would like to be a female wife, how about it?"

"Hahahaha..." Zheng Feng sneered twice, "Kill him if you want, why bother talking nonsense!"

"I came from a poor family, and since I was a child, I've been displeased with you pious, thieves and prostitutes from aristocratic families!"

"God is sorry, I sent Chen Zhuguo to deal with you human moths!"

"If you have the guts, kill me. Believe it or not, it will be you who will lie under the blue sky guillotine tomorrow!"

"Chen Zhuguo will not let you go!"

Hearing Zheng Feng's words, the Patriarch of the Zhou family was slightly taken aback, a trace of fear appeared on his face, but then turned into a fierce expression.

"But let you take the things back, we will not end well either!"

"Chen Zhuguo is a big shot, and big shots will naturally have big shots to deal with."

"As long as I can deal with you!"

As he said that, he flipped his palm, and suddenly the waist-high water in the cage flew out and shot into Zheng Feng's nostrils.

"Cough cough cough..." Zheng Feng coughed violently.

"Let me ask you, the information, to say or not to say?"

"You... cough, cough, cough... dreaming!"

"Hard mouth!" Patriarch Zhou waved his hand again, and the water suddenly started to heat up, emitting a trace of steam.

"Think clearly, or your legs will be cooked!"

Zheng Feng was not afraid at all when he heard the words, he raised his head and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha..."

"Zi Dingqing...cough cough...the mountain does not relax, the root is originally in the broken...rock."

"Thousands of blows back...Strongness, Ren Er...East, west, north, south wind!"

"Zheng Feng, do you really think I dare not kill you?" Patriarch Zhou said angrily. Hearing Chen Luo's poems at this time made his mood turbulent.

Zheng Feng gritted his teeth, endured the burning sensation from his lower limbs, and continued to chant in a low voice—

"Thousands of hammers and thousands of chisels...out of the deep mountains, raging fire...burning...if you wait idle."

"I'm not afraid of being crushed...to stay innocent...cough cough...in the world!"

"Bastard, I'll break your Confucianism first!" The Patriarch of the Zhou family attacked suddenly, and Zheng Feng spat out a mouthful of green blood. He raised his head and looked at the Patriarch of the Zhou family. This time, instead of reciting poems, he hummed a ditty.

"There is a...Bao Qingtian in Kaifeng..."

"Steel face...selfless...distinguish loyalty and traitor..."

"Heroes of the rivers and lakes... come to help..."

"Dynasty and Horses..."

The sound became weaker and weaker until it finally disappeared completely.

"Patriarch, he's fainted!" A member of the Zhou family stepped forward to check on Zheng Feng, who was drooping his head, and raised his head and said to the Patriarch of the Zhou family.

"Hmph!" The Patriarch of the Zhou family waved his sleeves, "Go, go and ask the other families if they have gained anything."

After all, the head of the Zhou family left the water prison with all the Zhou family members.

Tick-tock drops of water dripped down the cage, and after an unknown amount of time, a vortex suddenly appeared in the waist-deep water in the cage, and then, a figure emerged from the water.

Long beard, a rat tail sticking out of the water.

Rat Demon!

The mouse demon patted Zheng Feng's face and called softly: "My lord? My lord?"

Jiang Zheng Feng still didn't respond, the mouse demon took out a small box from his arms, opened the box, and there was a green pill inside.

The rat demon opened Zheng Feng's mouth and stuffed the pill in. After a while, Zheng Feng woke up leisurely.

"Who are you…"

"My lord, I am the seventh-rank agent of the Secret Detective Department. Mr. Hai ordered us to work with the watchman to investigate the evidence!"

As he spoke, the rat demon showed his official seal.

When Zheng Feng saw the official seal, he was overjoyed immediately, and said softly: "I will put the evidence in..."

"Your Excellency, you don't need to tell me!" The mouse demon hurriedly stopped Zheng Feng, "I'll save you right now, and you should present the evidence to Lord Hai yourself!"

After finishing speaking, the Rat Demon shook his body, turned into a big brown mouse, went straight to his teeth, and began to chew on the iron chains that bound Zheng Feng...