After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn - Chapter 178

With the help of the breeze, the golden crow was sent straight to the blue sky.

The morning glow is like fire, the green mountains and clear waters are plated with a layer of gold, and the sound of Brahman singing makes the world seem to be solemn.

Peiyu talked about the things that happened after the separation, while Bai Bai listened silently, clasping his hands slightly harder.

“Master,” Peiyu turned her head and rubbed her face, “I’m sorry…”

Huaibo said softly: “Why do you apologize?”

Peiyu closed her eyes, the fragrant floral scent filled her face, the fragrance was slightly drunk, warm like a spring sun, it was the body scent of Huaibo’s body, “When you needed me, I was not by your side.”

Huai Bai was startled, his face seemed to be lightly scratched by a feather. She said: “Me too.”

Peiyu opened her eyes and looked at her puzzledly.

Huaibo stroked the girl’s eyebrows and said again: “Me too, Peiyu.”

If time can reverse and time can be reversed, she wants to go back to the past and protect Yancun’s children earlier.

The peach blossoms are blurred, the girl’s temperament is cold and clean, the eyebrows are deep, and the crow feathers of hair hang down on both sides.

Huaibo rubbed the top of her hair.

Peiyu smiled, showing a satisfied expression, her eyes are clear, like autumn water.

Huaibo took her and walked along the mountain road, two green and white figures hidden in the peach blossoms and Faeyie’s mist.

Futu Mountain is on the east side of Xitu, and along this mountain range to the west, many small towns have been built at the foot of the mountain to take in refugees who have fled here.

The far east is where the monks live. If the barrier is broken, they will stand in front of the people.

As soon as the bell rang, many people rushed into the nearby workshop like a colony of ants.

Peiyu asked: “Here is it?”

Huaibo led her over, and He Shengcai clinging to the paper fan, greeted her with a smile.

“Has the latest batch of Yanjia been done?”

He Shengcai put his hands together and said: “It will be completed in a few days and equip the group of mortal soldiers.”

Huaibo: “I and Peiyu will go in and have a look.”

He Shengcai made a gesture and led the way, “Please.”

In the workshop, Yan Jia kept roaring, and long crawlers transported Yan Jia parts to various workbenches.

People sit in their respective places, some people piece together parts, and some people transport spirit stones, each performing their duties, with a clear division of labor.

In times of war, the weak can also create their own value. Refugees earn food supplements through work and send batches of Yanjia into the battlefield.

Huaibo walked to the finished product and stroked the black Yan armor crossbow.

This crossbow has been improved, has a wide range and is easy to carry. The feather arrows are inlaid with spirit stones, which can cause damage to monsters.

This type of weapon that consumes a huge amount of spirit stones can only be matched by the most sophisticated troops. Otherwise, even though Yibaoge’s spiritual stone reserves are large, it cannot withstand such a waste.

He Shengcai shook the paper fan lightly, his eyes curled, and praised: “The Yanjia developed by Zhao Gongzi and Momen is much better than the previous ones. It saves us a lot of spirit stones. Immortal Chang is really good for believers.”

Huaibo smiled and put down the Yanjia crossbow, “I haven’t taught him.”

She looked back, and Yan Jialu was still roaring, as if calling for the arrival of a new era-mortals could also go to heaven and earth to fight against immortals.

The three walked up to a high post, and workshops similar to those just now rose from the ground, scattered over the field.

He Sheng Cai pointed out with a paper fan, “That place is specialized in the production of four-wheeled vehicles, which is the improvement of the’bicycle’. We strengthened the defense and lost a little flexibility to make it more suitable for use on the battlefield. You see, there is Produce talisman paper.”

In order to provide for the preferences of senior brothers and sisters, Mingying once asked Yibaoge to purchase talisman paper formulas and Yanjia materials everywhere, and these things happened to be used at this time.

Huaibo asked, “When it is consumed like this, when will the spirit stones run out?”

Heshengcai settled, and reported a not very optimistic figure, “At least ten years, the spirit veins have been occupied by the demons.”

Huaibo: “Jian Yi, they are studying weapons that don’t require spirit stones. Ten years should be enough.”

With a “swift” sound, He Shengcai opened the fan, and the characters on the fan had been changed. On the one hand, “mountains and rivers are still there”, and on the other hand, “Guotai Min An”.

Seeing Huaibo and their eyes on the fan, they smiled slightly with Shengcai, “I had a dream some time ago.”

He stood on the high hill, looking at the mountains, rivers and the world, “I dreamed of two immortals.”

Peiyu was startled, “We?”

He Shengcai smiled and said: “Yes, I was walking here and met two immortals who walked into the void, coming back from a hundred years later. I asked the immortals, what will the world be like in a hundred years?”

He opened his fan, with tears in his eyes, “Xianchang said, the mountains and rivers are still there, and the country is peaceful.”

Huaibo also lifted his lips, and the golden sunlight reflected in his curled eyes, “There must be one day.”

He Shengcai said: “May Haiyan River be clear, and the world will be peaceful.”

The linden leaves drifted down.

The old monk struggled to lift the bell mallet and rang the rusty bronze bell under the tree in the sky full of bodhi.

The solemn bells rang everywhere in the Buddha Land, and countless streams of light rose from the Futu Mountain, like a thousand swords returning to the sect, flying towards the largest golden palace on the mountain.

Huaibo: “Ah, I’m going to be late, cub cub, let’s go quickly.”

Peiyu jumped into the cloud, hugged her waist, and the two galloped between the clouds, “Master, what is that?”

Huaibo smiled and said: “It was originally the place where the World Venerable taught the Dharma.”

Peiyu: “Originally?”

Huaibo: “Not anymore.”

They hid their figures and approached quietly.

Many monks huddled in the doorway, looking at an announcement platform, eagerly discussing—

“Today, I have a swordsmanship lesson with Immortal Huaibo! Hahaha, it’s worth noting that I got up so early!”

“I heard that after taking this class, I can start learning sword formations. I will go to the battlefield and kill him thousands and hundreds of monsters!”

“Hey, there is also the refining class of Master Nanchan, the introduction to Yanjia of Hall Master Xun, and Peak Master Lingsu is also eagerly recruiting basic alchemy to learn advanced alchemy.”

“The Buddha’s vajra and pestle method sounds very powerful.”

Others sighed: “I have practiced hundreds of bottles of blood coagulation pills, why haven’t the people from Qianhan Palace come?”

Pei Yu was startled: “What is this?”

Huaibo took her hand and walked quickly across the crowd, across the courtyard.

The corridor was clean and spotless, except that the courtyard was covered with linden leaves. The old monk leaned on the bronze bell, closed his eyes and slumbered.

“The place where a hundred paths blend, we call it a university.”

The war is just around the corner. I don’t know when the demons will invade, and it is very important to improve the strength of the monks.

All sects no longer hide their secrets and give out the secret techniques within their own sects, but the casual practitioners who can only learn by themselves, also have the opportunity to practice advanced techniques.

Of course, practice does not happen overnight. It requires constant self-improvement, so the lessons taught by various schools are mostly quick-start and highly functional homework.

Hundreds of Taoism blend here, a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend, and the fairy gate has never been so eager and harmonious.

Peiyu whispered: “If you can win this time, Xianmen will be different in the future.”

Huai Bai brushed his Tsing Yi, prepared to enter the class, and turned around when he heard the words, “Misfortune lies in the blessing, and the blessing lies in the misfortune. Thousands of years later, when we look back at this war, future generations may have different evaluations. “

Peiyu remembered the emptiness on the public notice, “Master, why is there no Confucianism on it?”

Huaibo paused, his eyes sad, “The Confucian school has already…”

The clouds were overcast, the cold wind howled, and the sea rolled up huge waves.

The statue of the saint that stood for thousands of years collapsed and fell to the ground, dusty.

The fire rises in the Sage Mansion, and the many pavilions, towers and pavilions are all set to torch.

The golden figure was pierced by the magic blade and fell into the deep black sea, like the sun falling, and the world plunged into darkness.

Ji Yue woke up in a nightmare, covering her chest and panting, her face pale as paper.

She raised her eyes, the Milky Way in the sky passed, and the dense forest with fireflies flying.

“feel better now?”

Jiyue’s eyes reddened and she tightened the sleeves of the woman, “Master, I had a nightmare.”

Kyuubi caressed her back lovingly and embraced her in his arms, “Yue’er, this is not a dream.”

Ji Yue gritted her teeth and tried her best to contain the tears in her eyes.

Kyuubi sighed, “It’s not your fault.”

Jiyue: “I can’t protect anyone… I want to make peace for all generations, but I can’t even protect the Saint Manzhuang, even Manman and Caiyun, Master, am I a waste?”

In the past, her life went smoothly, she became famous when she was young, with superb talent, and was loved by the people, so she consciously wanted to give back to the people and imitate the suffering of the saint to save the people. But one after another setbacks struck, and the Faith of the Lady of Heaven collapsed.

Kyuubi hugged her, chin resting on the top of her head, “Yue’er, I have always used the standards of a saint to ask you, it is the fault of the teacher.”

The thin body of the girl in her arms kept trembling, and she choked down in her throat in a low voice, even at this moment, she did not dare to cry.

Kyuubi suddenly envied Huaibai. At least, no matter how indifferent Peiyu is, she will show the most real and soft appearance in front of the master. Unlike Jiyue, everyone’s expectations of the master sister over the years have shaped a flawless look. The sage of, but let the girl who originally had the heart of a child wear away the edges and corners.

“I keep telling you what to do, but I didn’t teach you. It doesn’t matter if I can’t.”

As Kyuubi said, a crystal clear teardrop fell into the girl’s black hair, “Yue’er, it’s not your fault. Don’t put all the responsibilities on yourself, even the saint’s return, at that time , Can’t save Shengrenzhuang either.”

“So, cry if you want, the saint will also cry.”

Ji Yue tried her best to suppress it, but she still heard a choked voice little by little, “Master…I’m sorry…I’m sorry.”

She did nothing.

You Yancui was seriously injured and fell into the sea, the scene of life and death, the saint Zhuang’s torch, and the scene of bones all over the floor, constantly swirling in her mind, made her cry in tears, and finally plunged into darkness.

After a long time, the girl’s cry gradually lowered, her breathing became steady, but her brows were still frowning.

Looking at her thin face, Kyuubi was distressed, raised his hand and stroked his eyebrows, as if he wanted to heal her pain.

The vegetation was rustling, and a few little foxes jumped out.

Kyuubi asked, “Has Caiyun’s trace been found?”

The fox vomited: “No matter whether you are on the shore, there is no immortal figure.”

Kyuubi frowned, and said anxiously, “Where is Longman?”

Fox: “A rabbit saw her before Wan Mo was born,” he glanced at Jiuwei, and said carefully: “Walk into the cave with Dongting. Then Wan Mo was born…”

A cold light flashed in Jiuwei’s eyes, and he said bitterly: “Dongting, she’s damned!”

Jiyue seemed to feel her murderous aura and moved restlessly, muttering in her dream: “Master.”

Nine Tails let out a soft voice, holding her hand, “Master is here.”

She turned her head and told the beasts in the mountains and forests, “You go to the magic palace to find out if Manman is in it, I think she must be bewitched by the monster.”

Kyuubi didn’t expect Liu Huangu to become a demon king, but just thought, if you persuade him, the child will turn around.

After hearing this, the beasts turned and jumped into the forest.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and Nine Tails sat on the rock, with nine big fluffy tails sticking out, covering the girl’s much thinner body.