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Thirty-nine Bingkui left thirty-nine shallow pits, like giant plates flying from the sky landed on the west of the Ice City, in the north, with regular shapes and almost flawlessness.

More than 200 demons died, most of them died of ice swords, and only a very small number of them were frozen to death.

Shen Shang turned his back to the sun and looked at the empty battlefield. The scene of last night was vivid in his mind. As long as he wanted, he could still evoke that exciting feeling of heat - he could control this feeling freely without saying anything more.

Shen Shang turned around and walked towards the camp, feeling that the demon clan's accent was the most beautiful voice in the world. He wanted to talk to an acquaintance and recalled the battle that had ended in a spirit. However, when he saw the tall beast monster standing on his shoulder last night, Shen Shang smiled and shook his head. When he saw the talisman guests gathered together and chatted enthusiastically, he did not join.

He walked around the various camps of the demon clan and did not find Jincuo. As soon as the battle ended, the King of Fan led a group of demon clans out for inspection, and Shen Shang walked into the ruins of the Ice City.

In the clearing ground surrounded by ruins, Mu Xingqiu was teaching Liangyi swords and shields to a group of young demon clans. He had no rest and did not want to rest, but the apprentices could not suppress the excitement in their hearts and always looked at Mu Xingqiu with strange eyes, as if he was a big man returning home in glory. His former playmates were cognizant but embarrassed to speak.

Mu Xingqiu shook his head helplessly. It is even more impossible for these demons to enter a state of meditation today.

Under a wall dozens of steps away, the bald man was teaching a large group of little demons to practice. The little demons were sitting upright with their eyes closed and their cicada-winged demon Feifei was also among them, consciously sitting in the shadow of the bad position.

Mu Xingqiu decided to find time to check all the little demons once, and this may not be meaningful. Even if the demon clan has the root of Tao, it may not be able to practice the inner alchemy. Mu Xingqiu was just curious about the extent to which the demons and Tao can communicate.

Mu Xingqiu disbanded the apprentice of the demon clan and walked towards Shen Shang between the two broken walls, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Nothing." Shen Shang is already an elderly person's appearance. His smile looks even older, but his eyes are still as smart as a young man, which is somewhat similar to Zuo Liuying after vomiting pills. "They gave me a nickname called 'Laughing Madman', and I also gave you one."

"Is that true?" Mu Xingqiu didn't care much.

"Spike of Broken Ice." Shen Shang kept holding back and said nothing. Once he spoke, he could no longer hold back. "I like your nickname, but my own is not bad. I laughed madman, ha, I don't know what the Taoist priests in Pangshan would think when they heard about this nickname."

"They would also say you're crazy."

"It is rare to be able to make Taoists say such words."

Mu Xingqiu stared at Shen Shang for a while, "Strange, you don't look like a Taoist priest at all now. You don't look like me."

"That's because I've seen through a lot of things."

"Have you survived the collapse?"

Shen Shang did have obvious changes. He was no longer the eldest son of the Shen family who was not very interested in anything. Even the broken white walls could make him look at them for a few more times.

"I haven't survived the disaster, but I don't care at all. Practice is not the only thing worth doing in this world. Taoist priests have been blinded: if you have the root of Tao, you should practice, and if you practice, you must bravely climb the top and persevere to the end, but - why?"

The reason why Shen Shang came to Mu Xingqiu was because the only two of them were Taoist priests here, and they could understand their understanding of practice.

"Why can't I be a talisman master, can't I go to release horses, can't I be a soldier, can't I be a businessman? Why did Daogen determine my entire future as soon as I was born? Why was I weaker than the most ordinary demon clan when I couldn't cast spells? Look, no one thought about these problems. All the selected children were very happy and thought they had become the pride of heaven. As a result, those who failed to succeed in the alchemy felt that they were losers, and those who stopped practicing were also losers. Therefore, the Taoist dynasty was full of losers, and there were only a few successful people, but they were not satisfied at all."

"Just like Zuo Liuying." Mu Xingqiu said.

"Yes, Zuo Liuying was never satisfied with his practice, because once he was satisfied, he would encounter a sigh disaster. He kept tossing and going further, just to get to the top of the bar, but I just wanted to know why all this is the fuck!"

The swear words made Shen Shang excited again, and a bubble appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Last night, I understood something, is it necessary to defeat a strong enemy to be a Shen Taoist priest? No, thousands of demon clans or thousands of ordinary humans can do it, but it's a little more troublesome, but this is not the key..."

Shen Shang was a little incoherent, his eyes rolled around, as if he had forgotten Mu Xingqiu, and he was talking to himself.

"If there is a Taoist priest, there must be a Taoist priest inhalation. If there are Taoist priests, there must be mortals and demon clans. In terms of realm, there are highs and lows. But does everyone have to climb the peak of Taoist priests? For a talisman master, his life is not as important as a Taoist priest? Ten thousand, millions of mortals are not as important as a Taoist priest? Don't the Taoist priest always say that he is protecting this world? If the Taoist priest is so important that he regards mortals as grass, what's the point of this protection?"

Mu Xingqiu smiled, and never expected that he would hear such words from Shen Shang's mouth, "Zuo Liuying probably won't agree with you."

"Who cares?" Shen Shang spread his arms and looked indifferent. "Zuo Liuying wants to be a Taoist priest who is subdued Yuemang, and wants to protect the whole world. That is his pursuit and his ability. I don't have this ability, so why do I have to imitate him? Why can't I... imitate Zhang Shisan? He is the most famous hunter in Sanshuiling and has captured more prey than talisman tourists."

Mu Xingqiu understood Shen Shang's meaning in an instant. The most convincing thing was not his words, but his expression. It was a person who finally realized his own value and chose the direction to end his wandering excitement and joy. It seemed that the wild beast in the cage was free, and what he saw in his eyes was still familiar grass and tree, but his mood flew to the sky.

"Congratulations." Mu Xingqiu said.

"Thank you, I know only you can understand, because you are not a real Taoist priest." Shen Shang was still not satisfied. Before he could think of his own path, his eyes turned to Mu Xingqiu. "You also hope to become stronger, but you are different from the real Taoist priests of Zuo Liuying. They become stronger for the sake of becoming stronger, and you have other goals. Remember, you brought a group of hopeless disciples to practice inner alchemy in Pangshan. The only reason for them to find you was that the Taoist priest was silent as stagnant water, and people like you were destined to be buried. But who would have thought that so many things would happen in the future? You have your own path and have already walked on it."

"You talked about me better than the Shintoshi." Mu Xingqiu smiled and shook his head, "To be honest, I never saw where my path was. Walking around, it was a dead end every time. Just like this time, I defeated dozens of Bingkui, but I still couldn't see hope because I knew there were more Bingkui. They were caught off guard and would do their best immediately."

"No one can guarantee that you can live forever fortunately, but I know that this path is something you must take. Even if ten thousand Bingkui appear later and kill you and me, all the demon races here, you will still follow this path. You are a natural leader. It is a troubled time and difficulty for others, but it is an opportunity and future for you."

Mu Xingqiu frowned slightly, "You are still talking for Yi Shijun, are you?"

Shen Shang laughed a few times, then frowned and thought seriously for a while. He quickly stretched his eyebrows, "Yi Shijun may have given me some tips, but these words are my own."

Maybe he felt that Mu Xingqiu was not very enthusiastic. Shen Shang didn't want to nag anymore, so he turned around and prepared to say goodbye. He didn't say anything about it, so he pointed to many little monsters not far away and said, "The Taoist dynasty is more powerful, and Yishijun is also stronger than you, but you are more suitable to be a leader because you will not despise a single weak life. The Taoist dynasty can temporarily give up the whole world for victory, and does not care how many creatures will suffer in this process of losing and winning. In order to use powerful magic, Yishijun will sacrifice a large number of demons without hesitation, which is not as kind as Bingkui. Maybe I am not standing high enough, but if I have a choice, I would rather follow you to break into the sea of ​​swords and fire."

"You chose me, maybe because you didn't stand tall enough, and I didn't sacrifice others at will. Maybe it was because I wasn't strong enough, rather than I was more kind."

Shen Shang shook his head, but did not argue anymore. He took two steps back, turned around and walked towards the camp outside the ruins, and said to the fleas in the distance: "Iron beast, you ate the golden shavings in my hand when you were a child. Why did you see me so cold?"

The flea turned his head and rubbed against the wall, as if he didn't know that Shin Shang was talking to him, and he was always confused when he was supposed to be confused.

Shen Shang left, but Mu Xingqiu couldn't laugh at his words. He sat on a stone and thought to get rid of the distracting thoughts in his heart. He really had to figure out where he was going. He couldn't always be chased by danger behind, either hide away or take the initiative to meet him.

He still has many things to do, the whereabouts of the residents of Yelin Town, the so-called truth of the dragon demon, and the origin of the Taoist fire that Fangfang's soul is pursuing. These things are entangled with the threat of the demon clan and the retreat of the Taoist dynasty, and seem to be inextricably related, but if you look closely, it seems to be inextricably related.

Mu Xingqiu thought nothing. When he woke up, he felt much more peaceful and could even calmly think about his feelings for Fangfang.

Dozens of little demons sat quietly in front of him a dozen steps, looking at him respectfully, as if he had just done something extraordinary.

The bald man sat between the two corners of the flea and said in a slightly mysterious tone: "Look, this is the thought I have told you. This is the first step in practice. Whoever can do it can have the inner alchemy."

The bald man's introduction was wrong, but the little demons bothered.

At this moment, Mu Xingqiu realized that the demons and Taoist dynasties were planning wars ten or even a hundred years later, and Yi Shijun was also doing his best to arrange countermeasures. If he wanted to get rid of the fate of being chased, he had to prepare early.

The future is right in front of him, and he has already started to do it, but he has not realized the importance of this matter.

He had to save these little monsters and defeat Bingkui's next attack, which would have more meaning for Mu Xingqiu.

As if to cater to the plan that had just begun in his mind, Fan Wang Jincu appeared on the edge of the ruins and said to him: "Bingkui has sent a letter of war, and they are going to have a decisive battle."

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