Global Throwback: Opening Throwback Zhang Sanfeng

"There are many obstacles on the path of practice, and many times, it is impossible to go straight."

"You can walk in a detour, you can take the road, or you can walk in a different way. There are thousands of ways in the way, and you can move forward."

"The way of the sword should be the same."

Nezha pointed to the cracks in the way of the sword, "Your way of the sword is like iron, and it is easy to break if you are too rigid. I just kicked it lightly and it broke apart."

"So your way is narrowed."

"When traveling on the great road, if you don't know how to be flexible, just bite the bullet and rush forward, sooner or later the road will be ruined and you will die."

Wei Mingguang turned his head, looked at Li Xiang suspiciously, and then at Nezha.

Li Xiang said to Nezha, "Continue talking."

Nezha nodded obediently, took out the fire-pointed spear from the sea of ​​consciousness, threw it casually, and the fire-pointed spear landed in the crack of the sword path.

"With your strength, you can't break through my fire-pointed spear."

"If you want to go forward, you can only go around from both sides."

Nezha looked at Wei Mingguang encouragingly, "Try to treat the way of the sword as a stream of water."

Wei Mingguang pondered for a moment, and his divine sense was attached to the way of the sword.

The way of the sword suddenly became fluid. At first it was a little viscous and not smooth, but gradually, like a stream of water, it even wrapped the pointed spear in it.

Wei Mingguang's eyes lit up, "There is no obstacle at all? And the cracks on the sword path healed automatically!"

Nezha retracted the pointed gun, triumphantly, "I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Wei Mingguang stepped forward on the way of the sword, bowed to Nezha, and said sincerely: "Thank you, fellow Taoist Nezha, for your guidance."

Nezha waved his hand, "My uncle asked me to say it, if you want to thank me, you should also thank my uncle."

With a complicated expression, Wei Mingguang turned around and bowed to Li Xiang again.

Li Xiang waved his hands, thought for a moment, and said, "I want to rebuild the Heavenly Court, and let many priests and immortals return to their positions. I need Lao Mingguang God of War to go out, and let the other Gods of War leave first, and go to Kyushu to preside over the overall situation."

Wei Mingguang was horrified, but he didn't ask any more questions. After saying goodbye, he turned and walked out of Lingxiao Palace.

After the war gods of the town have left.

Li Xiang released the power of luck he had just obtained.

The power of majestic luck gushed out and turned into one hundred and eight golden lights of luck, falling respectively on the ruins of 36 heavenly palaces and 72 treasure halls.

Under the blessing of luck and golden light, countless toppled jade pillars were erected again, countless bricks and stones flew back to the broken wall in sequence, and countless bridges were reconnected.

Rumble.

The entire Heavenly Court World reverberated with thunderous bangs.

The process of rebuilding the heavenly court lasted a day and a night.

Li Xiang almost released the power of heavenly luck in his body, and finally rebuilt the 36 heavenly palaces and 72 treasure halls.

He took Nezha with him and flew into the air, and when he looked around, he saw that the heaven was no longer a gray ruin, but a thousand streams of golden light rolling red neon, and thousands of auspicious aura spraying purple mist.

The majestic heavenly palaces and palaces either reside in the clouds, or are suspended in the air. When they are illuminated by the rays of the sun, they immediately bloom with dazzling light, looking extremely magnificent.

The heavenly court was restored to its original state, and there was a magnificent scene in front of it.

Nezha watched this scene, memories of the past flooded his mind, with mixed feelings.

Li Xiang rubbed his head, "This matter will be over when I recruit those immortals who have been granted the title."

But at this moment, above Lingxiao Palace, the space suddenly distorted, and a river appeared, running across the entire sky.

Li Xiang's pupils shrank, "The river of time?!"

Kyushu, beyond the northern border, the demon realm.

"Marshal, everything is ready, just wait for your order, and the army can start."

At the temporary command post, a general of the Zhenbei Army rushed in to report.

Di Shitian poured a glass of wine, "There's no rush, let's have a drink first."

The general was flattered and raised his wine glass, drank it in one gulp, wiped his mouth, "It's really good wine."

Di Shitian asked, "What happened to those monster army?"

The general chuckled, "Honestly, after you go up there, those immortals, priests, and ghosts of the underworld have all gone to arrest the Monarch of the Monster Race."

"Marshal, you haven't seen that the monster army, which was extremely brutal in the past, is running away like mice."

Di Shitian asked, "They didn't resist?"

"Of course there was resistance, but after the three monster clan lords were beaten to death by dozens of immortals and Yin gods, the remaining monster clan lords were scared out of their wits."

"Those monster army were killed a few more on their way to escape."

"The remaining nine were all arrested and returned, and now they are all as good as grandsons."

Di Shitian smiled, "Where did those immortals go?"

The general said, "At first they were still escorting the monster army, but after you came back, they seemed to have received some order, and they left at the same time, saying that they were going back to say goodbye."

Di Shitian thought of Wei Mingguang's words before, and his mood was complicated, "Man and God have different paths, is this the same in today's world?"

The door was pushed open again.

Another general hurried over, "Commander, General Qingqiu, uh, the Heavenly Court Priest, Emperor Ziwei, wants to see you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind passed, and Qingqiu was already standing in front of Di Shitian.

The other two generals retreated consciously.

Di Shitian and Qingqiu looked at each other.

long silence.

"Going up?" Di Shitian asked.

Qingqiu nodded, without any expression on his face, or in other words, after being appointed as a priest of the heavenly court, the humanity in his body was suppressed, so naturally he didn't have much emotion.

"Have a few drinks and treat it as if I'm seeing you off." Di Shitian poured two glasses of wine and handed one over.

Qingqiu took the wine with no expression on his face, and drank it down in one gulp.

Di Shitian cheered him up again, "I was planning to let you take over the Zhenbei Army, but I didn't expect you to go to the Heavenly Court to be a priest."

Qingqiu was slightly moved.

Di Shitian took a sip of wine, "Do you still remember the day when you first came to Zhenbei Army? At that time, your father died in the hands of a demon king. After you buried him, you took his sword and came to the Zhenbei Army Registration Office."

"I remember that time, you were only 13 years old?"

Common memories emerge with words.

On this day, the commander-in-chief of the Zhenbei Army, who had never been drunk, got drunk.

Talked a lot.

The returnees and generals who were guarding outside watched Qingqiu turn into a purple light and fly towards the sky.

Kyoto City, Kyoto University.

The Northern Expedition was over, and the students who participated in the war came back one after another.

Some people died, some people are still alive.

However, the campus has finally returned to its former bustle.

In a lecture theater on the first floor, classes are in progress.

The young lecturer patted the desk, pointed to the boys in the third row looking around, and said, "Zhao Qiang, this class is very important, listen carefully and don't miss out."

The student named Zhao Qiang turned around, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, "But teacher, I'm going to reincarnate today, and all the bad guys are here to find me."

The students in the classroom all turned to look outside.

I saw two pale servants standing at the back door of the classroom, one in white and one in black.

"Is it black and white impermanence?"

"The breath is too weak, it can't be black and white impermanence, it's just an ordinary accident."

"It's a copycat."

"Black and white impermanence seems to be popular in the underworld. My uncle passed away yesterday, and he was also seduced by two ghosts, one black and one white."

The students whispered.

The young teacher stared, "Isn't it just reincarnation, what are you busy with, isn't it the same sooner or later?!"

He pointed at the two servants guarding the door, "And you two, close the door for me and delay my class, believe it or not, I will go to the underworld to complain to you?"

The two servants hurriedly nodded and bowed to apologize, closed the door, and squatted down in the corridor to smoke in boredom.

The white-clothed errand complained: "This job is not easy to do. It's better to go to the army. Although it is strictly controlled, it doesn't make trouble. I don't know what Judge Cui thinks. He actually set up a letter and visit department. It's people or ghosts." Come and take care of us."

The black-clothed errand comforted: "It's good to get used to it."

The errand in white asked, "What did Brother Liu do before he died?"

The black-clothed errand exhaled a puff of smoke, "Receiver of letters and visits."

The bad guy in white: "