The One Hundred and Twenty-Sixth: The Good Man's Return

it is used, it will immediately be penalized and lose the qualification to continue fighting.This might be unfair to Mojia cultivators, after all, "borrowing from things" is what Mojia cultivators str...Jiang Wang released all memories related to Rao Bingzhang with her immortal consciousness. She understood that this would definitely provoke Jiang Mengxiong's rage.

Anger leads to the raising of armies; a wise man does not take this course.

But what qualifications did he have to keep Jiang Mengxiong in the dark about Rao Bingzhang's thirteen years of struggle in the demon realm What reason did he have to let Rao Bingzhang's pain be silently buried under heaven and earth

Thirteen years ago, Jiang Mengxiong came to the demon realm, bringing back only a Shao Hua gun.

Thirteen years later, he only then learned that Rao Bingzhang had been tortured in the demon realm for thirteen years. He endured hardship until his death, and until his death, he held onto the thought of "thinking three times."

Perhaps a divine realm cultivator was traveling alone for nearly half a year, and they were able to retreat unharmed from the depths of the demon clan. This news is too touching.

Perhaps the opening of the Shenxiao Realm truly unlocked the shackles of the demon clan, awakening something within humanity. In this time, both humans and demons escalated their efforts. Heavenly Demon Lords arrived constantly, a constant back-and-forth.

Such as ancient difficulties mountain cicada Dharma affinity and black lotus temple deer nature emptiness who have already retreated in the Starry Sky War.

Such as the Jinggu North Heaven Master Wu Dao You who entered urgently, the Jingguo God-Proclaimed Great General Lü Yan who was in charge of matters, and plus the Mu Kingdom True Monarch Wen Gu who was on duty at Huiming City.

But no matter what kind of peak powerhouse, it couldn't overshadow Jiang Mengxiong at this moment. He clenched his fists before the Nan Tian City of the demon clan.

The pair of legendary iron fists, renowned throughout the heavens, were clasped firmly in his hands. With a single grip, he could plunge the world into darkness.

The entire Wunan battlefield was shrouded in his shadow. He was the world-renowned war god, with millions of black soldiers rolling like dragons and tigers, like a forest of swords and shields, like a drumbeat of a million troops.

With a grip of steel, the gods and demons weep.

Countless souls of mighty warriors, wail beneath his tiger-claw!

Such fists, they have killed a king, a general, a celestial demon, an emperor, and even a heavenly demon!

Everything ceases to exist, there is only the fist. Only the fist!

Today, the Immortal is not much less numerous than heavenly demons.

But Jiang Mengxiong made the first move, alone, punching seven celestial demons at once! Aside from the Golden-armored Crimson-cloaked Ape Immortal King, who could possibly match him

Space collapsed in vast swathes, the order of time and space shattered. All laws were forbidden to exist, and within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, all primal energy vanished! Jiang Mengxiong no longer spoke, but his fists pounded incessantly, smashing heaven and earth, repeatedly echoing one name.

"Tiger Tai Sui! Tiger Tai Sui!"

May you not sleep soundly tonight, for today there was no bloodshed! Think carefully about your actions.

As a teacher, how could I not miss you.... Thirteen years!

On the demon clan side, there are Lion An Xuan, Qilin Guan Ying, Monkey Fairy Ting, Deer Xi Ming, Xuan Nan Gong, Cicada Fa Yuan, and Roe Deer Xing Kong. On the human clan side, there are Jiang Meng Xiong, Qin Chang Sheng, Zuo Xiao, Wu Dao Yu, Lü Yan Du, and Yu Wen Guo.

Thirteen peak experts from both sides clashed on the Wunan battlefield. This might be a preview of the Shenxiao War.

By this time, the news that the Shenxiao World had opened had been relayed to the high-ranking officials of the human race.

The Human race must accept the reality that a brand new line of defense needs to be constructed. This will inevitably influence the global landscape and the Human race's stance on other worlds.

Today's match can be seen as a test of our strength against the demon race.

Such a terrifying war was no longer something ordinary troops could intervene in. Wen Ren Shen hastily withdrew his army.

Even Bitter Taste, a powerful figure who had just shown his might, had to quickly flee with his beloved disciple.

Jiang Wang was still resting behind the Left General, his whole body relaxed. He seemed like a young master taking a carriage ride to admire the flowers, leisurely watching the fierce battle at the peak.

Though she was a survivor of disaster, covered in blood, she still managed to tie her long hair with a ribbon in an orderly manner. She slowly controlled the Ruyi fairy robe, cleaning herself up.

Over these five months, he fought repeatedly, lost repeatedly, tried time and again, despaired again and again, and yet moved forward each time.

Though in pain, I do not speak of it. Though despairing, I do not speak of stopping. I do not speak of letting go.

He had come close to death countless times in the world of Shenxiao. He was as strong as a symbol called "Strength," rather than an actual person. It seemed he knew nothing of pain, suffering, or giving up; it seemed he could bear everything!

But how can a person bear it all

He's just a twenty-two-year-old young man.

It was only because he was in the demon tribe's territory at that time, knowing that he had no one to rely on! Until now...

Human Lords descended upon the scene.

As a master is like a friend, the predecessors of Guan Yan escorted me all the way. When I was as miserable as a nephew, I angrily struck the dream official. The divine punch of Daqi Army, as steady as a sea-god needle, questioned the sky demon. The Marquis of Huai, who treated me as his own grandson, blocked my path.

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He could finally relax, and even thought about touching up his appearance a little.

Although...fatigue came in waves. My brain swam, every muscle screamed for release, each spark of qi lay dormant, and even my blood felt too sluggish to surge.

Suddenly, a tightening sensation gripped the back of her neck.

His body instinctively tensed, his right hand unconsciously gripping his sword before relaxing again at the familiar scent. Thus, he was dragged by the bitter taste all the way back to Wuan City.

The battle at the peak, erupted behind them. Countless clouds churned the heavens, while fiery rays of light soared into the nine skies.

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Jiang Wang wanted to ask the yellow-faced old monk to adjust his posture. The dignified Grand Marshal of Qi, Wu An Hou, being dragged by his collar was really unbecoming. But the old monk's speed was extraordinary; before Jiang Wang could even speak, he had already entered the city and been thrown onto a large, extremely soft bed.

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Incense was lit on the stove, with patterns appearing above one's head. The fragrance was faint yet distinct, and the patterns shimmered faintly.

A bowl of medicine with no instructions, gurgling it down my throat.

"Don't think about anything, just take a good sleep first." The old monk spoke with such tenderness, a rare gentleness in his voice, as if infused with the cultivation of stillness and introspection.

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This whole process was too comfortable, and Jiang Wang's consciousness began to blur.

But before he fell asleep, he suddenly woke up and with effort, raised his left hand, letting Ku Jue see the bronze bell tied to his wrist: "Master..."Ku Jue's eyes lit up instantly. He grabbed the bronze bell in his hand, examining it from all angles, his mouth stretched wide behind his ears: "You child... You came back, and you even thought of bringing a gift for your master! How am I supposed to praise you enough for this!"

This thing, "like like, Master really likes it!"

Jiang Wang reluctantly said, "This thing from Mount Xumi was sought after by countless Zen masters who risked their lives to retrieve it. I also relied on it to save my life. Please send it back to Mount Xumi and return it to its rightful owner. This will appease the spirits of the deceased Zen masters."

"What is this thing from Mount Sumeru What does it have to do with Mount Sumeru!" Ku Jue jumped up in a panic: "This thing is in your hands, it belongs to your master! You fool—"

His loud voice suddenly dropped.

Because Jiang Wang, who was lying in bed, had already closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. He had been wandering in the demon clan's territory for nearly half a year, not daring to close his eyes for even a moment!

The old monk by the bed sighed, "Good child!"

Before falling asleep, Jiang Wang entrusted the Zhiwen Bell to Ku Jue. It was natural to entrust the most precious things to the most trusted person.

But it is not necessarily that he had forgotten the bitter lessons he learned before repeatedly telling him to take this peerless disciple of his to Mount Xumi and flaunt his might.

He tasted the bitterness of taking this mouth bell, and sent it back to Mount Sumeru. Which bald donkey dares not treat him with utmost respect

If he could walk horizontally across the Hanging Temple, what's wrong with him rolling around on Mount Sumeru

Jiang Wang kept saying he couldn't repay the favor, he couldn't repay the favor, yet he wanted to repay him with the most precious Buddhist connection in the world! Good child, good child....

If not for the heavy burden on my shoulders and the crimson blood staining my hands, I should have been a pure-hearted Glass Buddha.

"Such great kindness as if it were enmity. As the future abbot of Xuankong Temple, how could I allow those bald donkeys from Sumeru Mountain to owe me so much" Ku Jue shook his head and fastened the small bronze bell back onto Jiang Wang's wrist, saying to himself, "It's fine that they owe my disciple."He smoothed Jiang Wang's hair and said softly, "When you get back, Master, I'll make a list for you of all the good things on Sumeru Mountain. Just follow the list and don't get cheated."

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She smiled happily again and said, "Yong De ah Yong De, from now on when you see me bow your head! My apprentice is well chosen, seniority won't be a worry!"

He sat silently by the bed for a while, gazing at Jiang Wang silently.

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He pondered for a moment, then took down the Zhiwen Bell and carefully stored it away for his disciple. Only then did he rise to his feet and say, "Come in."

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A nun in blue robes pushed open the door and entered at this moment.

The broad robes could not conceal his graceful figure. His eyes twinkled, brimming with endless charm.

She walked into the inner room with a worried expression, and politely bowed to Ku Jue first: "Master."

Ku Jue's old face unconsciously relaxed, he smiled for a moment, but immediately retracted the smile and became solemn and serious. He said in a very elder-like manner, with an air of propriety: "You can sit here with me, but don't touch anything."

Yuzhen lowered her eyes obediently and said, "Master, I'm not that kind of person."

With a flick of his robe, Ku Jue strode out of the house, leaving behind only a noble figure. He had searched for so long for a disciple in the demon world, and this little nun from Xiyue Temple had been chanting sutras in Wuan City for just as long.

Since ancient times, apprentices have followed their masters, and the ties of mundane affairs are hard to break. It's very powerful.

But no matter how things turn out, whether there's a future or not, they deserve a moment together. That's all.

>For the Lunar New Year of 1932, they were all here, like one person. The beloved has returned.

The Sky-Monument Snowy Range, the north wind is fierce.

In the cave, Zi Shu blinked her big eyes: "Senior Sister, what's wrong with Xu Senior Brother He's been glowing!"

A top disciple of Qingya Academy, who had been sent back by the Winter Emperor earlier, now lay on the ground wrapped in a blanket. His whole body was covered in colorful lights, radiating an indescribable extravagance.

Zha Wu-yan sat beside him, glanced at him, and said, “Ten years of studying have pressed the golden thread, woven into a brocade robe. He is now returning the favor, he has great potential.”

Zi Shu stammered, "What kind of wish could this be"

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Jiang Wang didn't remember how long he slept. All he knew was that it was a deep, heavy sleep, a relaxed and comfortable dream. After waking up, his whole body felt pleasantly comfortable.

When he opened his eyes groggily, he was met with a dense mass of faces. Eyes, noses, and mouths, all crammed together.

"Awake!"

He woke up!

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"This kid!"

He was startled and drew back, reaching for his sword.

It was only then that he suddenly realized that these familiar features belonged to someone. But the surging crowd had already pressed him down.

His breath was filled with fervent popularity.

Some had a firm grip on his hands, some pulled at his face, some pounded his chest, and some slapped him hard on the thighs.

Zhenxuan Sheng, Li Fengyao, Li Longchuan, Jiang Wuyou, Yan Fu, Zhao Rucheng, Zuo Guangshu... The room was packed.

It was only then that Jiang Wang truly felt what it meant to "be alive". So vibrant, so full of power, so brimming with life! "Who pinched my butt!"

Jiang Wang let out a loud cry, and the people by his bedside scattered like startled birds. In an instant, some stood up, others sat down, each looking composed.

No one was willing to admit to having pinched the esteemed Duke of Wuan's buttocks.

Since Lord Jiang's spirit was still weak, he could only endure it. He asked with difficulty: "What is happening outside"

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From the cacophony of responses, he realized for the first time that he had slept for a whole day and night. The news of his return from the demon clan's territory hadn't spread yet.

These who arrived at the Demon Realm right now all learned of the news the moment the Jade Measuring Star shone. Either they have a True Monarch in their family, or they have channels to obtain information about True Monarchs.

While the Wunan battlefield has officially become a thing of the past.

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The life-and-death struggle between thirteen peak martial artists directly turned the Wunan battlefield into

a chaotic mess.

For at least a hundred years, Nanteng City and Wuan City could only face each other across the chaos, with no possibility of contact. The demon clan's Xuan Nanguan was killed, and Shi Shanhun was seriously injured.

On the human side, Lü Yandu and Yuwen Guo were both severely injured. Among them, Jiang Mengxiong withstood the attacks of several celestial demons, forcibly killing Xuan Nanggong, but was the most seriously wounded.

"Everyone! Everyone! Hear me out!"

The opulent Bo Wang Hou, from his bedchamber, loudly called out: "You've all seen him, you've all touched him. Jiang Qingyang is indeed unharmed. However, he has just returned after much hardship, shouldn't we let him rest for a while and not disturb him further"

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This is an old saying, and everyone reluctantly walked out.

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As Zhao Ruocheng approached the door, he suddenly realized, "What you said makes sense, but why don't you leave"

Chong Xuan Sheng Tuan, in his wide sleeves, said matter-of-factly: "Tonight we will sleep here, so I can take care of him nearby."

Zhao Ruzheng was furious and pushed back, "This is my third older brother! What right do you have to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him" Left Guangshu also cried out in a hurry, "He is my sworn brother! We must stand together!"

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"Still, Bai Yu-XIA came out to smooth things over: 'My lord only has one foot, how could he possibly entertain so many people You all might as well go back first and wait until my lord has rested before visiting him one by one!'"

Dàqí Wǔ'ān Hóu smashed the teacup on his bedside table: "Bái Yù Xiá, what the hell are you talking about! What door are you talking about entering Do you think I'm some fool!"

Everyone laughed and dispersed, and the noisy room soon fell silent.

Bai Yu Xia sent everyone away, walked in, silently swept the broken lamp clean, and said: "Miss Ye from Lingxiao Pavilion will come to Wuan City every seven days. She just left the day before you came back, so she didn't catch up."

The Marquis of Wuan remained silent, so he continued to chatter: "I see that Miss Ye is truly devoted to you, and she also cares for our brothers. Everyone in our guard has sent you a piece of inner armor, a puppet, and three life-saving talismans...."

He saw that Jiang Wang seemed to have fallen asleep and couldn't help but raise his voice: "Lord Hou" Jiang Wang's eyes were half-closed, and he said softly, "I know."

Bai Yu's jade flaw also pushed the door out.

The room was so silent you could hear the candle sputtering.

It was only then that Jiang Wang suddenly remembered something. He rummaged through his storage box and took out a pale blue scroll tied with a cloud line.

With a light touch on the cloud line, the scroll unfolds before your eyes.

Its graceful script, line by line appearing, then line by line disappearing.

Once unattainable, now seemingly impossible to manifest again, they gather together in a state of panic.

Is that a no

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How are you

Brrr

Hungry

How is the scenery in the demon world

Where have you gone to

Forget about me.

I will take good care of AnAn.

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Do not think of me.

Everything remains the same.

Do not think of me.

I hope my old friend is well.

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Your Majesty, do not dwell on me, nor should I dwell on you.

I would like to inquire about Taoism from you.

I am perplexed by swordsmanship, and in my leisure time I seek a solution.

Do not think of me. Do not think of me....

This is a piece of paper with the character "same" written on it, given by Ye Qingyu at the meeting of the Yellow River.

This is five months and seventeen days, a dense, incessant longing.! Your rotten mouth will sooner or later get torn apart!"Yi Huimin rolled his eyes, turned his head away, but bowed respectfully: "I wasn't paying attention. I was taught a lesson by my elder brother....