April 17, 2018 at 9:49 am.

Earth, the country, an unknown secret realm.

Zhenlong Jiuming, wearing a long robe, carefully followed the sword in the robe and behind the extremely formal Wen Sheng, the two walked through the narrow and long valley path full of various monitoring formations and came to a black tower next to the cold pond of the mountain stream.

The valley is not wide. Apart from a waterfall, a cold pond, a lush meadow and a few small trees, there is only a black tower about a hundred meters high.

This place looks quiet and simple. If the tower is replaced with a thatched cottage, it will really feel like a place where ancient hermits live in seclusion.

"Where is this place...and there are too many monitoring arrays along the way. It looks like a pretty ordinary place. Is it necessary to have such a big fight?"

Although he was extremely confused, Jiuming still followed the silent old man. He muttered in his heart, his eyes accidentally swept across the sides, and then fell into shock: "Wait!?"

The Heavenly Lord is on the top - those seemingly ordinary small trees beside the cold pond... they all vaguely reveal the aura of a "sacred tree"!?

"It's just a few years old that I have just planted. If you want to become useful, you probably have to wait a few hundred years."

"Our generation planted trees, and future generations could take advantage of the shade."

At this moment, Jiuming heard the plain reply from the old man in front of him. This voice pulled him back from his astonishment, causing him to turn his head again and look in front of him.

They have arrived in front of the black tower.

The towering tower is pitch black, without any signs or decorations, and it is pitch black, like a tall and thin black bamboo shoot.

There is not even a door at the bottom of the tower, so I don't know how to enter.

But soon, as Wen Sheng solemnly pulled out a simple and solemn sword from his waist, and used his spiritual power to inspire the sword energy. When he pointed it on the black tower, a dark and deep door that was unknown where he could vaguely appear above it.

During the whole process, Jiuming kept staring at the room nervously.

Chixiao Sword.

The Chixiao Sword, also known as the Snake Sword, not only represents the dignity of humanity, but also has a great damage bonus to dragons and snakes - ordinary dragons and snakes, and even the dragon energy bearer will be intimidated after encountering this sword.

But for some reason, Su Zhou was not afraid at all before. This made Wen Sheng quite puzzled. For a moment, he thought that there was something wrong with the Chixiao Sword.

Now, feeling Jiu Ming holding his breath and extremely nervous look behind him, Wen Sheng nodded slightly, knowing that it was not the sword that had a problem, but Su Zhou.

But, is it possible that Su Zhou is not Long? It shouldn't be.

Forget it, now is not the time to think about such a problem.

"Come in."

Retracting the Chixiao Sword, the old man in formal wear stepped forward and entered the deep passage leading to the tower. After a chill, Jiuming quickly followed.

But, unlike what you see from the outside.

The moment he stepped into the deep passage, Jiuming felt a swaying feeling as if he was teleported - and the next moment, he disappeared from the original quiet valley and appeared in an extremely quiet hall.

Then, it was surrounded by countless floating jade slips and light patterns.

The space inside the tower is much larger than outside the tower - this is a kind of Taoist method of taking mustard seeds into Sumeru, and there is a universe in the palm.

The hall that Jiuming could see alone was at least five hundred meters long and wide, and this was only part of it. There was also a passage to other halls around it, and there was a staircase in the center of the hall leading to a higher place.

But the most important thing is the jade slip.

At this time, Jiuming felt that he was in the sea of ​​stars - in the dark hall without any other light sources, thousands of translucent jade slips and light patterns slowly fluctuated and rotated with the ups and downs of the spiritual energy, just like the Milky Way in the summer night sky.

Each jade slip swims in the air in a very regular manner. Their movements are like the trajectory of stars. Each jade slip is connected by a light band, with ancient runes connected with undulating and mysterious.

The true dragon boy is located in the corner of this galaxy, watching jade slips passing by, like meteors and swimming fish.

"You are here waiting, I go above the missionary tower to search for information about the ancient Lords related to you."

Wen Sheng looked serious, and he stretched out his hand and took a trace of breath from Jiuming's body.

Then, holding this breath, he stepped onto the stairs above the building called the "Pastoral Tower".

Before leaving, the old man reminded: "This is the place where our country's inheritance gathers, and even the holy chairs need permission to enter. This time the situation is special and it is related to the ancient lord, so it is an opportunity to allow you to come."

"Although you can't walk at will, you can read it as you like, and you may gain something."

Apart from that, Wen Sheng didn't say much.

Jiuming, who was left in the same place, could not object to anything. He could only look around at the jade slips of inheritance floating around him, nodded blankly and agreed: "Okay."

Only after Wen Sheng disappeared above the stairs and the pressure brought by the Chixiao Sword completely disappeared, the true dragon boy sighed.

“It’s so exciting…”

Since I joined that pioneer space, I have never stopped from beginning to end.

Whether it is fighting in the mission world or being busy after returning to Zhengguo, Jiuming, who is used to lying on the bottom of the sea and practicing quietly, looking up at the starry sky from time to time, feels a strange feeling, which is a bit too fulfilling.

Especially after accidentally redeeming the return option for ten days to return to Earth, for the past seven days, I have been asked about the specific status of the Pioneer Space, and then train, practice and teach various special combat techniques according to the plan.

Now, he was even more intimately brought him to this extremely secret, and he didn't know how to enter, and he was located in the place where the "Pastoral Tower" was located to search for information about the ancient Lord.

"Come on the way?"

Wen Sheng's words were still echoing in his mind. Jiuming, who had finally been alone and rested for a while, sat on the ground. He stretched out his hand and wanted to grab a jade slip in front of him.

But unexpectedly, this seemingly random but actually had a speed of nearly commanding, but failed - the jade slip flashed through Jiuming's hand and left slipperyly.

And just before the real dragon boy could react, another jade slip flew from nowhere and automatically fell into his hands.

“…It’s really going with the flow?”

With a tsk, Jiuming didn't pick on it. He knew that this was probably a certain rule within the mission tower: "Well, so that's it. There is no inheritance of martial arts on the first floor of the mission tower. Most of them are records of immortals and gods and various miscellaneous arts and magazines? Forget it, I don't plan to find any magical secrets here."

Thinking of this, he took a look at his spirit, entered the jade slip, and received the information in it.

Then, Jiuming learned that the jade slip that fell into his hand was a collection of letters of the Thunder Tribe's righteous god who claimed to be "lian (lian, second voice).

Most of them are recorded in His communication and answers with a Qingqiu King named "Tushanrong".

"Qingqiu people?"

After knowing this, Jiuming suddenly felt curious - recently, the topics of Qingqiu people have been big news on the entire earth.

Thanks to the existence of Qingqiu people, otherwise, no matter how much I claim to cut off contact with the outside world, if there are new people who are looking for it, they will definitely realize that he is missing, not in seclusion.

"This is really fate."

With such emotion, the true dragon boy continued to go deep into the jade slip and began to formally read the contents.

Then, countless pieces of memory surged out from it, turning into floating light and shadows, pouring into Jiuming's mind.

In a blink of an eye, the missionary tower hall, which was originally as dark as the starry sky in the universe, turned into a magnificent palace made of beautiful jade and white stone.

And Jiuming himself, from when, turned into a tall fairy god, sitting upright on the throne.

A nine-tailed heavenly fox with long black hair, beautiful and perfect appearance, far more elegant than anyone Jiuming had ever seen, was wearing some kind of gorgeous royal robe, bowing respectfully to himself and asking questions in confusion.

"Master, why do you give so many gifts to the Qingqiu people, that they will give up their efforts and struggle and just immerse themselves in endless pleasure?"

The nine-tailed Heavenly Fox's tone was sad, but his voice was very nice. Even if it was a grievance, it was intoxicating: "I want to cheer up the Qingqiu people, but most of the people have no motivation - they think that labor and self-operation are the behavior of inferior people. Qingqiu is a clan favored by the gods and immortals, and should not be taken to do these things."

"Master, I want to work hard to change, but most people in Qingqiu don't want to - as long as one day, the immortal gods are still giving it to them, and there are these temptations, the Heavenly Fox will continue to be lost..."

At this time, Jiuming had roughly learned from the information in these jade slip memory fragments that he had transformed into the Thunder God named Fu Ren, and the nine-tailed Heavenly Fox in front of him was the King of Qingqiu named Tu Shanrong.

Rong's voice seemed to be able to touch the soul and make people unconsciously think about joy and anger according to his tone. Jiuming was even aroused in an instant, but the immortal god he turned into did not.

"Rong, we don't care about this."

Jiuming could feel that his mind was extremely calm. No matter how sad and sad the Black Nine-Tail's innate talent or the current situation of Qingqiu people's desolate and enjoyment, it could not cause any fluctuations in the mind of this Lei Tribe God. His indeed didn't care.

"Your desire, we give it to you. Your despair has nothing to do with the immortals and gods. It is because your ordinary nature is still craving for these pleasures, and it is a manifestation of the immatureness of the Qingqiu clan."

"So that's the case."

Hearing this, the King of Qingqiu seemed to be determined at this time. He raised his eyebrows and looked up at the immortal god resolutely: "Then I am willing to completely give up the right to the Qingqiu Kingdom autonomy as the King of Qingqiu, and let the immortal god directly rule us!"

"I am willing to give up all the rights of the royal family and beg an immortal god to come - just like the Dragon King of Tianchi, end this unilateral gift from the divine court, and let us contribute to the divine court like the Tianchi realm!"

When he heard this, Jiuming, who had the same perspective as Fu Ren, was stunned - he didn't expect that he would have something to do with the Dragon King of Tianchi and his master here? No wonder this jade slip is destined to be with him, and he still has something to do with him.

He listened more seriously, wanting to know why he was involved in the Tianchi Realm.

As for the request of King Qingqiu, the Master of Lei Tribe just shook his head slightly.

"You've made a mistake, Rong."

His voice is like the slight continuous thunder in the spring night sky, gentle, but with a shocking majesty: "With rule, there are masses. With masses, there are blind obediences. With blind obediences, there will be no independent thinking."

"If the immortals and gods rule mortals randomly, they will only create a group of ignorant people who only know how to respect immortals and worship gods. We immortals and gods never need to 'rule' anyone, but only follow the 'immortals' who have independent thinking ability."

"Those who follow the immortals and gods are all mature immortals. The Tianchi Realm has matured under the rule of the Dragon King of Tianchi and is one of the newly promoted "Immortal Realm". However, Qingqiu, which is still the "mortal kingdom", is still a bit far behind."

This is the second time that Jiuming has heard of "maturity", and mortals, immortal people, ordinary countries, immortal realms, etc. are even more of a proper noun.

But even so, he could still summarize something.

The nine-tailed Heavenly Fox, named Tushanrong, wanted to carry out reforms as the Qingqiu King, but because the residents of Qingqiu Star have been giving various resources by the immortals and gods, the resources there are extremely rich, and the people are lazy and have no motivation to fight, so they cannot reform.

Therefore, the King of Qingqiu begged the immortal god not to give it to him, and even planned to give up his right to be an independent country and take the initiative to become a part of the other party's direct rule.

But the immortal god refused because Qingqiu was not mature enough.

——The people on both sides are very strange.
To be continued...