The King of Special Warfare

No matter how the general situation of the dark world is overturned, for ordinary people, this world seems to be a pure land forever, and the light and harmony cover up all the dark fights. Under cloudy weather, rain and snow, outside the dark world, there are countless Joys and joys, joys and sorrows, in the world of mortals, everyone is living for themselves, pursuing what they are interested in.

In the prosperous and noisy atmosphere of Central Continent, the word "Fairyland" suddenly became popular on the Internet. At first, only some people were discussing it, but with the passage of time, more and more words about "Fairyland" began to appear in major forums and news. , it became popular all over Central Continent for a while, and it seemed that the whole people were exploring.

Central Continent has freedom of speech, and the journalism industry is extremely developed. Even though the authorities learned of the news immediately and controlled the relevant public opinion after receiving the order, and some news and pictures were quickly deleted, the enthusiasm of netizens has not diminished in the slightest. Descriptions and pictures of fairyland pop up from time to time. Although they are quickly deleted, more and more people save the pictures and try to understand the inside story.

Officials keep blocking news, but there are more and more descriptions about the fairyland. Today, a wave that can hardly be suppressed has formed.

Because this so-called fairyland does not disappear in a flash, but exists in reality.

Fairyland is a mountain, to be precise, it is a part of a mountain, located on the bank of Xizi Lake in Lin'an.

Within the lonely mountain, Qingyun Mountain.

As one of the grand sights of the West Lake, Gushan attracts an endless stream of tourists every day, and the legend of the so-called fairyland also arises from this.

It was midsummer at this time, and the temperature in Lin'an was scorching hot, but the Gushan by the West Lake was unbelievably cool everywhere, especially in the northwest of Gushan, which roughly occupied three-tenths of the area of ​​Gushan. Around the peak, there is a cold mist rising in midsummer, a vast expanse of whiteness, almost covering the whole mountain.

At the beginning of the cold fog, no one noticed it, but as time went by, the cold fog here became thicker and more obvious, which finally aroused the curiosity of others. When the first tourist walked on the Gushan, when he entered the cold mist of Qingyun Mountain, everything he saw turned into a shock.

Qingyun Mountain is full of flowers.

In midsummer and July, in this cool and unbelievably cool environment, flowers such as wintersweet and narcissus, which should never bloom in summer, are blooming. Some plants that do not belong to summer are also blooming desperately. The entire Qingyun The mountains are full of clouds and mist, the grass and trees are fresh, and in a vague ignorance, it seems to have entered a fairyland.

The cold fog on Qingyun Mountain never dissipated, but became thicker and thicker.

When more and more tourists come here to visit Qingyun Mountain,

And when it was discovered that the cold mist could even isolate the sound, it finally caused a big sensation and curiosity.

The cold mist spread, but did not come out of Qingyun Mountain.

White mist engulfed.

If one person is standing in the white mist and the other is outside, even if the distance is less than one meter, the two parties will not be able to transmit any sound.

This is simply a supernatural phenomenon, incredible and incomprehensible.

The name of Fairyland became popular in Central Continent.

When public opinion was completely out of control, the official finally responded strongly.

Gushan closed the mountain on the grounds of internal rectification, and even a large area of ​​water near Gushan has been completely blocked, and a sign saying that tourists are not allowed is put up.

Ordinary people may not know where Qingyun Mountain is, but every high-ranking person in Central Continent knows quite well that Qingyun Mountain and Qingyun Temple are the seclusion of Master Wuwei, the master of metaphysics in Central Continent.

Although the cold fog that appeared in summer cannot be explained temporarily, when Master Wuwei comes out, there will always be an explanation.

But the time is from May to June, and then to July, and August is approaching. Not to mention Master Wuwei, even the two apprentices of Master Wuwei in Qingyun Temple have not given any explanation.

Qingyun Temple remained silent.

Only the vast white mist continued to spread, covering the entire Lin'an, the entire Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, and even the entire south of Central Continent, the temple with the most luck.

The white mist never came out of Qingyun Mountain, but kept circling and spreading toward the extremely high sky. For several months, the cold mist kept rising, and now it has almost covered the entire sky. The rising white mist is like a pillar of heaven, piercing through the heaven and earth, connecting up and down, and there seems to be an extremely vast and magnificent power in the dark, which is awe-inspiring.

Qingyun Mountain has completely disappeared in the white mist, and no one can see the scene anymore.

The darkest time before dawn has passed, and the sky began to shimmer. The clear water beside the West Lake turbulently in the morning light, spreading to the distance with faint ripples. After passing the plainclothes and armed police stationed near this water area, they approached the isolated mountain that had been blocked without any haste.

The lonely mountain is faintly visible in the dim environment, only the cold fog in the northwest direction is still clear, connecting the sky and the earth, covering everything inside.

"Luck leaked out..."

On the lone boat, a thin but tall figure was sailing alone on the water. He was wearing a neat Taoist robe, wearing a Taoist crown, and holding a dust whisk. He looked formal and solemn, and he was in a dark environment. , he looked solemnly at the area where the cold mist rose, and the light in his wise and clear eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, with an inexplicable brilliance: "After all, you still can't hold on anymore."

Xuanxuanzi, a strange Taoist in Central Continent.

Nowadays, a master of metaphysics who can be as famous as Master Wuwei, when a vision appears in the hermitage of Master Wuwei, only Xuanxuanzi is qualified to visit to understand the situation.

The water waves moved slightly.

The lone boat approached the shore.

Xuanxuanzi, who was dressed in a fairy style and was very formally dressed, slowly landed. The armed police stationed on the shore looked puzzled and subconsciously took two steps forward. Before he could speak, Xuanxuanzi had already handed over a certificate with a peaceful smile.

The armed policeman took the ID card and glanced at it, and reflexively stood up straight and gave a military salute.

Xuan Xuanzi took back the certificate with a smile, and looked at the cold mist that was close at hand, but his eyes became more solemn.

He carefully adjusted his Taoist robe, wiped off the dust and water stains on his body, took a deep breath, and walked into the cold mist in front of him with a whisk in his hand.

The white mist is vast and dense, as if it were an indissoluble air mass, but the strange thing is that in the white mist, the visibility is not as low as imagined. In the mist, you can clearly see the flowers blooming under your feet, one after another , the petals are stained with moist moisture, trembling gently in the morning breeze, shining with an almost coquettish luster, walking along the fog, the former stone path has almost been completely grown in recent months Covered by plants and flowers, the front road has completely disappeared, and there is a vibrant vitality everywhere.

But in the white mist, there is a kind of bleakness that people can clearly perceive.

Xuan Xuanzi was expressionless, stepping softly among the flowers and plants, all the way up, straight to Qingyun Temple.

The cold fog in the mountains seems to be getting thicker.

The mist drifted more and more slowly, as if it had stagnated in the air.

Xuan Xuanzi frowned and quickened his pace slightly.

The path underfoot is straight up.

A faint light was lit from the front, and the yellowish light was erratic and almost illusory, as if guiding the way forward.

In the mist, a loud and abundant voice sounded in front of him, with a peaceful smile that made people feel peaceful physically and mentally: "The distinguished guest is coming, but there is a long way to go to welcome you. It's dark and the road is slippery. Be careful where you step."

"Master, you are welcome."

Xuan Xuanzi paused, and continued to go up: "In Qingyun Mountain, where is the day and night? All I see is luck."

He stepped on the plant-covered steps with a calm expression, but the floating dust in his hand shook slightly.

In an instant, the cold mist in front of Xuanxuanzi surged wildly, and the mist twisted and receded in front of him, but within a few seconds, the mist in front of Xuanxuanzi had all drifted to the left and right sides.

In front of him, Qingyun Mountain, which had been shrouded in cold fog for several months, became clearer than ever before. A few tens of meters away, the unobtrusive gate of Qingyun Temple appeared in sight. Two middle-aged monks in monk clothes Supporting an old man with disheveled hair standing in front of the door, he looks like a sculpture.

Xuan Xuanzi's somewhat complicated eyes gradually turned into coldness. He stood there for a while before slowly moving forward.

The distance of tens of meters keeps getting closer.

The three people in front of the temple gate remained motionless.

"Master, how are you doing recently?"

The white mist receded to the left and right, facing the pure and fresh air, Xuan Xuanzi slowly came to the gate of the temple, and asked with a smile.

The two middle-aged monks lowered their heads and remained silent.

However, Master Wuwei, who was still an image of an eminent monk a few months ago, now has disheveled hair. His gray hair has lost the slightest luster, and his long hair has flowed over his shoulders.

Hearing Xuanxuanzi's greeting with the needle hidden in his cotton, Master Wuwei's expression was still peaceful, he smiled calmly, pointed to the white mist in front of him, and then pointed to his long gray hair, and said in a harmonious voice: "Barely. Dao brother, how are you?"

"I am fine."

Xuan Xuanzi nodded, he seemed to sigh with emotion, but the coolness in his eyes became more and more obvious: "Master, you lost after all."

"I will win."

Master Wuwei smiled, his voice was still loud and firm, but the light in his eyes was dim and weak.

"If you didn't respond to the calamity for that demon girl and endure the karma, you would have had a chance, now? Why do you win?"

Xuanxuanzi looked at the living Buddha who was like a myth in the hearts of Zhongzhou's high-level officials, and his expression was puzzled, sad, and puzzled.

Stretching out his hand, he pointed to the white hair on the living Buddha's head, and said quietly: "Is it based on these?"

"Witch?"

Master Wuwei's mood didn't fluctuate at all, his eyes that could see through all causes and effects in the past were dimmed, and what was left was only a smile, sincerity, compassion, and tranquility, just like the water of West Lake under Qingyun Mountain.

"She doesn't belong to the world of mortals, she's not a demon girl, so is she holy?"

Xuan Xuanzi's tone became colder and colder.

"She is my doom."

Master Wuwei shook his head slowly.

"It's up to you and me, so what if it's a disaster? It can always be avoided."

Xuan Xuanzi's tone was arrogant, but the incomprehension and doubt in it became more obvious.

"Avoided, isn't it cause and effect?"

Master Wuwei asked back, he looked at Xuanxuanzi with dim eyes, the smile gradually disappeared from his pupils, and his eyes became silent and deep.

Xuan Xuanzi was silent.

After a long time, he said calmly: "I don't agree with your statement."

This is a conflict of metaphysical cognition, and also a difference of thought. Master Wuwei obviously does not intend to persuade Xuan Xuanzi, he just smiled gently and said: "Our differences have always existed, but in a few years, everything will be resolved gone."

"Time is running out."

Xuan Xuanzi spoke suddenly.

He turned around and looked at the white cold mist in Qingyun Mountain: "This is your luck, the luck that belongs to Qingyun Temple. Now that the luck has leaked out, how many years? Can you still hold it? Even if you hold it Let's face it, the higher-ups won't be patient anymore, the situation is delicate now, let alone a few years, they won't be able to wait for a few months."

Master Wuwei narrowed his eyes slightly.

He looked seriously at Xuan Xuanzi who was expressionless, and after a long silence, he said lightly, "So, you chose them in the end?"

"They chose me."

Xuan Xuanzi turned to look at Master Wuwei, and said calmly, "Don't you understand?"

"don't know."

Master Wuwei shook his head with a smile, with stubbornness in his calm expression, with persistence: "They... oh... the one at the top, won't you agree?"

"The general trend is like this, he can only go with the flow."

Xuan Xuanzi shook his head.

"The tide will change."

Master Wuwei was still smiling, very calm and fearless.

"How can the general situation change?!"

Xuan Xuanzi raised his voice subconsciously, and his tone became a little aggressive.

"Where is the general trend?"

Master Wuwei asked calmly.

Xuan Xuanzi looked at Master Wuwei thoughtfully, his patience seemed to be gradually disappearing, and his tone began to turn cold: "Dongdao? Master is talking about Li Tianlan? He is no longer a variable, but a pawn. Going against the sky , going against the trend, so what if there is a heavenly pride? You should die. Master, you are too stubborn."

"So when you met him for the first time, you wanted to lure him to Wuyue Province in the future? In this way, you have already made a choice, haven't you?"

Master Wuwei sighed.

Xuan Xuanzi froze suddenly, expressionless, and said no more.

"I will win."

After being silent for a while, Master Wuwei said softly again: "Why not go against the sky? The world thinks that we are the most sober, because we see through 'everything', but it is precisely because we see through everything that we are the most confused. I don't want to If we continue, what if we violate the heavenly secret once?"

"Besides, are secrets, luck, and fate really destined to be unchangeable? You know this question better than me."

Xuan Xuanzi's face seemed to be a little livid, he shook the dust in his hands, and said coldly: "Ridiculous!"

"Ignorant."

Master Wuwei shook his head and stopped talking.

"Perhaps you are right. But the witch messed with your plan, and you can't hold on anymore. They chose me, so if you don't want to treason, master, please cooperate with me."

Xuanxuanzi looked at the white mist formed by the large expanse of luck in the distance, and after a while, he opened his mouth slowly.

"I will give up Qingyun Temple."

Master Wuwei said calmly: "But it can only be Qingyun Temple. This is responsible for Zhongzhou."

A trace of anger flashed in Xuanxuanzi's eyes, he snorted coldly, ignored the three people in front of the door, and strode into the temple gate.

Master Wuwei remained motionless, his eyes seemed to see through the cold fog in front of him, and he was quietly admiring the sparkling water of West Lake.

"Master..."

The eldest disciple Ruzhen hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said: "Master, what are you and Xuan Xuanzi talking about? What win or lose?"

Master Wuwei smiled and looked at his first disciple: "What do you want to say?"

"We are monks..."

Ruzhen moved her lips, looked into Master's eyes, and finally her voice fell silent.

"Yes, we are monks, winning or losing is not important. But in this era, how can monks let go of all fetters? Monks, after all, are still people from Central Continent."

Xuan Xuanzi sighed deeply, and for the first time there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

He was silent, and it took five minutes before he continued to speak: "My fight with Xuanxuanzi is not about winning or losing, but about the fate of the country. To be precise, it is about the dragon veins of Zhongzhou."

"Dragon veins!?"

Ruzhen trembled all over, raised her head abruptly, her face full of astonishment.

"Central Continent...Hey, Central Continent, the dragon veins have been lost."

Master Wuwei laughed at himself.

A few words are simple, but the news contained in them can be called earth-shattering.

Ruzhen was dizzy from the shock of this short sentence.

Has the Dragon Vein of Central Continent been lost?

How can this be?

The dragon veins are related to the luck of the country. It can be said that it is the luck of a country. Maybe many people don't believe in luck, but if it is the other way around, many people believe in luck. This alone can explain the authenticity of luck. But it is difficult for ordinary people to guide.

The luck of a person and the luck of a country have not changed much in terms of quality, but mainly in quantity. Therefore, most of the luck of a country needs to be carried by dragon veins, and the dragon veins of Central Continent have been in Kunlun Mountains for hundreds of years. But now the master said, the dragon vein of Zhongzhou has been lost?

"Dragon vein...lost?"

Ruzhen was dazed for a long while before asking in a stuttering manner.

"Part of it was lost, part of it was scattered, and there are still some left in Kunlun City."

Master Wuwei said softly: "Xuan Xuanzi and I have been trying to reunite the dragon veins and restore the country's destiny all these years, but now...Xuan Xuanzi has a choice, and they also have a choice, but his path is wrong... "

them...

It is self-evident who they are.

It is a matter of national destiny, and it is impossible for Zhongzhou's top management not to pay attention to this.

At present, did they choose Xuanxuanzi?

Why is this path wrong?

"But the dragon vein...how could it disappear? How is this possible?"

Ruzhen stroked her bald head vigorously, with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Twenty years ago, Madman Li treasoned the country. After that battle, the dragon's veins disappeared. If Kunlun City really occupied the dragon's veins, how can they be in this state now? Hmph!"

Master Wuwei snorted coldly.

But Ruzhen still didn't understand, he asked cautiously: "Master, what does Master mean, Xuan Xuanzi's path may not be able to re-condense the dragon veins in the end?"

"he can."

Master Wuwei sighed, feeling weak. At this moment, he seemed to have aged a lot suddenly, and his whole body was depressed: "If he can't, they won't choose him. Xuanxuanzi came here today just to occupy the luck here. His luck combined to re-condense the dragon veins in the shortest time. It's just that our directions are different, the dragon veins I condensed are prosperous, but his choice is obviously more suitable for some people's appetite."

"What are his options?"

Ruzhen asked subconsciously.

Master Wuwei turned and walked into the temple, and said in a cold tone: "Bing!"

Enter the temple gate, pass through the Tianwang Hall, and enter the Daxiong Hall.

There is no sound of chanting in the extremely small Qingyun Temple, and it looks empty and silent.

Master Wuwei walked into the hall silently with a somewhat vain footsteps, without looking at Xuanxuanzi who was standing quietly in front, and knelt in front of the Buddha statue, chanting scriptures silently.

Xuan Xuanzi never looked at him either.

Almost all of his attention was focused on the two objects in front of him.

In front of him were two discs with a diameter of about 20 centimeters, like a small wall clock, except that there was only one pointer in the center of the discs, and there were no numbers on the edge of the discs, only four traditional characters engraved on them.

Life and death ups and downs.

There are some patterns engraved in the center of the discs, one of which is engraved with something similar to a metal pipe, which is painted silver, while in the other disc, only a cloud of smoke is engraved.

But at this moment, the pointers in the two discs were trembling slightly. On the disc engraved with silver metal copper, the slender pointer trembled and stayed in the center of Shengmen, while the disc engraved with clouds and smoke On the disk, the pointer stayed on the edge of the dead door.

"Destiny Roulette?"

Xuan Xuanzi stared at the two discs for a while, then sneered and said: "Master, is it meaningful? You should know that this is the most useless thing. Many people who know the destiny roulette regard it as a treasure. But in reality? It’s useless. The roulette cannot control people’s luck, on the contrary, this thing is completely controlled by people.”

"so what?"

Master Wuwei asked while kneeling on the futon.

Xuan Xuanzi took a deep breath, staring at the disc carved with a silver metal cylinder, and after a long while, he said in a low tone: "When I saw Li Tianlan for the first time, I noticed that this son is extremely lucky, and it can even be said that he is It is rare for hundreds of years, but his luck is all accumulated by the accumulation of dead energy, and he is destined to not live long, master, you want to use the Li family to reunite the dragon veins, this is really the wrong way."

Master Wuwei was silent.

Xuan Xuanzi said in a deep voice: "Li Tianlan, how is he going to live? Even if you change his fate, or even make his fate return to chaos, how can he survive? He will definitely die, sooner or later."

Xuan Xuanzi paused for a moment, and said again inexplicably: "The more brilliant it was, the more chaotic it was."

Master Wuwei nodded his approval, he smiled and said: "So the general situation needs to be reopened, so that the Invincible Realm will become worthless."

"Words?"

Xuan Xuanzi's tone was indifferent: "Just relying on Li Tianlan? Can he do it?"

"He can do it. Only he can do it. One day, he alone will be enough to restore the most glorious era."

Master Wuwei's tone became more and more calm.

"He must die."

Xuan Xuanzi shook his head.

"If he was alone, he would definitely die, but with Qin Weibai by his side, the two people's fates are completely complementary. From the perspective of fate, they can be said to be a match made in heaven. With her around, who dares to say that Li Tianlan will die?"

Master Wuwei is still denying Xuan Xuanzi's remarks.

Xuan Xuanzi snorted heavily, as if he was gritting his teeth, and said coldly: "The demon girl is in trouble!"

"Buzz!"

As soon as his words fell, the two discs in front of him suddenly made a soft sound.

On the destiny roulette, the two pointers that were always trembling but never moved an inch began to move in an instant.

The pointer of the roulette engraved with a silver metal cylinder trembled slightly, almost instantly turning from the gate of life to the center of the gate of death.

The pointer stayed firmly in the middle of the dead door, motionless.

And the pointer on the roulette engraved with clouds and smoke is also shifting, from the edge of the gate of death to the gate of life.

Xuan Xuanzi was stunned for a moment, then chuckled lightly and said, "Master, you are still wrong."

He picked up one of the discs and said with a smile, "Li Tianlan's fate is directed at the door of death, ten deaths and no life, what else do you have to say?"

"Tianjiao dies, and there is a cause and effect with him invisibly. But things will go against each other, which is not necessarily a bad thing."

Master Wuwei Gu Jingbubo said: "I still believe in those two children. Li Tianlan has luck and is the most suitable carrier. Xiaobai can complement him. This is the most perfect alternation of yin and yang."

Luck... Carrier... Alternate Yin and Yang? !

Xuanxuanzi's body jerked, and his rosy face seemed to turn pale in an instant.

The floating dust in his hand trembled violently, staring fixedly at the calm side face of Master Wuwei, Xuan Xuanzi did not dare to say: "You want him to bear the dragon's veins?!"

Dragon veins carry the luck of a country.

If Li Tianlan bears the dragon vein...

This is a true violation of the secret!

"Are you crazy?!"

Master Wuwei smiled without saying a word.

Xuan Xuanzi's face was uncertain, and after a long while, he said coldly: "Is this why you chose them?"

"choose?"

Master Wuwei shook his head: "If we talk about choice, it's because destiny chose me."

He closed his eyes, his thoughts racing.

In the winter more than ten years ago, in the southwest of Central Continent, when he saw Qin Weibai who was only ten years old for the first time, it was in the snow that had been rare in the southwest for many years.

On that day, in the icy and turbid world, all he saw was a desolate soul covered with scars and dying.

A smile appeared on the corner of Master Wuwei's mouth.

This is destiny!

The subtle sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded.

Master Wuwei remained motionless.

"puff!"

Amidst the dull sound, the soft floating dust instantly straightened like a sword, Xuan Xuanzi held the whisk in his hand, and directly pierced into the heart of Master Wuwei.

Blood spread.

Master Wuwei opened his eyes, his eyes still calm.

"I have the luck of Qingyun Temple and reunite the dragon veins, so what if you have the destiny?"

Xuan Xuanzi said indifferently.

Master Wuwei put his palms together with a light smile, and sighed, "When things go to their extremes, they turn back."

Accompanied by his words, Master Wuwei's long snow-white hair that covered his shoulders instantly burned into ashes, and a circle of invisible air waves spread around him. At this moment, Master Wuwei's whole body seemed to be glowing.

He straightened up.

"boom!"

There seems to be a roar between the sky and the earth.

The air wave expanded instantly, driving Xuan Xuanzi's body, and directly threw him out of the hall.

Master Wuwei, who had lost all his hair, had blood on his chest, staining his clothes red.

Kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, he bowed his head reverently, put his hands together, and his voice was still loud and full of energy: "Amituofo."

The pale-faced Xuan Xuanzi fell out of the hall, tightly holding the floating dust in his hand, with an expression of disbelief.

A dazzling ray of light jumped out of the sky.

The sky and the earth are filled with sunshine in an instant.

When the morning light rises.

Night is approaching.

Where there is morning, there is night.

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(Recently these chapters are a bit scattered, so they can be regarded as pitfalls-.-Several brothers said they couldn't understand, the pitfalls are not deep, the third volume is not long, and these pitfalls will basically be buried in the near future. But this update is a bit slow. .) Reading Web