Museum of Demons

In that sentence, Mr. Don’t want to be reminded by self-awareness, and under the raging fists he swung, the green-clothed scholar had no choice but to bow down to others. Passive, and this body is just a clone.

If the main body appears here, it may be able to check and balance with Yuanshi.

But does he dare?

The four divine swords were suspended in the void.

Don't mention these.

Once there is bound to be a turbulent battle, Qi Qi will advance, and it will be extremely powerful. [Destiny] such a big event as the real body, maybe even Fu Yi, Di Jun, and Dazun who are in a ball over there will be in a flash. Stop the strife, and then cross the years and make a move from afar.

The "value of [Fate] is so great.

In other words, the priority of fate in the eyes of all the strong is so strong.

As soon as you show your head, you will be flattered.

Unless fate can instantly kill the black-haired Taoist in front of him without leaking his aura, or in other words, he can leave instantly without the slightest trace of karmic aura, even Wei Yuan will not be able to find the trace of the robe.

"If he looks at the sky, why does Yuan have no cutting edge but only has such a short-term Guozuo?"

The white-haired Taoist added: "You also hope that he can't get all of your swordsmanship inheritance, but before turning fate and control into swordsmanship, so that you can see a more distant direction of swordsmanship, so a certain To some extent, it won’t do you any harm to tell him about sword skills.”

When the young man mentioned that, he breathed out air-conditioning and his face was filled with longing.

But after a long time, he still endured it, as an abnormal commoner of that era.

Is the blood still hot?

"In troubled times in the sky, disciples are able to serve the master after death."

According to the news heard from outside the village, the world is in chaos again.

When the white-haired Taoist turned his mastery of the sword array into a scroll of jade slips, and exchanged some of his understanding of the trajectory of fate with Qingshan Fate, he reminded him calmly:

He raised his head and looked down at the top of the mountain.

"One man's wisdom is weak, and many people's wisdom is long."

See you later.

"Before going up the mountain, it is necessary to do less killing."

"Have you gone up the mountain?"

His eyes were dim, and he was cold.

"Looking at the heroic swordsmanship in the sky, you can do what you want, and you still worry about whether there is too little to achieve."

At this time, the small power in the sky is surging, and if you want to put everything down, this is almost a way of death.

Zhang Sanfeng was also outside during those years, and he quickly changed from a young man to a hulking young man. Because he lived in the mountains and watched the turtles and snakes play, he also mastered the fighting method of small spears, but when he was more than a year, he used to fight. He said that he would accompany the teacher to be an ascetic Taoist in that mountain.

The characters who can restrain my edge are all thousands of years ago.

Qiao Chaocai grasped Baoyu's hand with a little force.

"As long as there is no grievance, even the officials behind can be **** on the spot. There are no officials, our power is too small, and there are too many checks and balances on us. Things like the Song Dynasty can definitely be repeated. There must be no way to deal with it. Restrain these officials and lords."

A young man with a serious murderous intention, even by reciting Taoist Buddhist scriptures, can still be cured by the law.

This young man knelt down to burn incense in the middle of the night, and came up the mountain overnight, the snow had stopped, the sky was fine, the sun was just rising, and on the other side, because of the ordinary nature of winter, this round of white moon was still very invisible, just like the sun and the moon Turning to the sky, the Taoist breathed out, pointed to the sky, and said in a calm voice:

Bloody all over.

"If you can't, one day you will imprint your swordsmanship on the world, and no one will be able to learn it. A thousand people will not be able to see the swordsmanship in a thousand directions. How can there be hundreds of millions of creatures in the world? Then you will not be able to see the more distant direction and endless possibilities of the sword."

Crazy as hell!

The feeling of madness in the midst of success is very strange to the quilt.

Suddenly, the teacher's voice came from the ear.

what does he want

What moves fate.

And you defeat all heroes again.

But the least in the world is the wishful one.

"Because sharp edges and knives are only out of the hands of gentlemen."

"Master, I saved you. Master wants you. You can come to fulfill your filial piety."

That discussion lasted for a long, long time.

At this moment, it has not yet germinated and branched, but the front is gradually extending and growing in the rain and dew.

Qiao Chao just learned martial arts and writing at the foot of the mountain. We are like Wei Yuan. We still need food every day, and we can’t grow or hunt by ourselves. However, there are some useless daily necessities. You need to go up the mountain to buy in time, but when you go up the mountain for the first time, it is still a stable and peaceful city, but when you get to the front, it gradually becomes dilapidated.

"I hope that master can take care of his life, live a long life, and be in good health."

Before going up the mountain, I just felt that the sky and the earth were empty, although you were allowed to go, but Zhu Hongwu who knew where he was going suddenly stopped, raised his head, and saw that on the pavilion behind, there seemed to be no one holding a chess piece, frowning Thinking about it, I saw it once when I retreated into the mountains, and I knew it was the Patriarch.

Know that the latter is to disclose your sword skills, and let the heavenly people learn and watch.

I can only exchange part of my understanding of fate for the sword skills of the person in front of me. If I want to get the understanding of fate, I can exchange it with the Zhuxian Sword Formation. The cause and effect must match in value. The Taoist agreed without batting an eyelid.

"I have learned the truth."

"Besides, if you didn't even have the arrogance to overwhelm a hero, you would stand there."

"Find Master."

But he gripped the gun, gritted his teeth and said, "...disciple, take orders."

The Taoist with the chess piece lowered his eyes, and looked at the young but cold-blooded young man, holding a chess piece in his hand and muttering to himself: "The mountains and rivers have changed, how to do it?"

Overlook the ages.

When the sky was bright, Qiao Chao looked at the burnt incense in the Hall of Baqing, closed his eyes and spoke, and faintly heard Huang Tingduo reciting, but alone he could see the flames of the beacon, stirring up the world of mortals. Holding a long gun in his hand, he stepped on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, walking towards his destiny apprehensively.

Zhu Hongwu was stunned, and replied subconsciously: "If the mountains and rivers collapse, it will be rebuilt; if the Chinese clothes are forgotten, it will be rebuilt; Righteous people, just kill them!"

PS: Today's first update... "Thank you for the people you sent me."

I am proud of my strength, and I can stand by and watch.

"When the sun and the moon turn across the sky, it should be [Ming]."

The Taoist lowered his eyes and looked at his clothes. The ray of spirituality came up. He was not wearing a Taoist robe, but a green shirt and a wooden hairpin. He looked irritable and elegant. 【Mr. Yuan】.

Fate threw the jade slip and said, "Is he worried that no one will be weaker than him?"

"My year."

What a pity, what a pity.

Packed up my clothes, didn't touch any money, just picked up a self-made gun, turned around, and walked out of the Hall of Baqing step by step, but suddenly saw the moonlight, this time I killed hundreds of people with my own strength. Among the people, the teacher who killed more than a hundred people and rescued himself stood outside, his white hair drooping, his sleeves fluttering slightly, looking like an immortal under the moonlight.

Taoist in green shirt suddenly smiled:

Originally planning to become a Taoist at the foot of the mountain, Zhu Chongba, who inherited the teacher's mantle, was silent for a long time, whether his injuries were still bad, got up outside late one night, looked silently at the patriarch under the Baqing Hall, and was wrapped under the body He looked like a mummy outside a tomb in a foreign country, but he still picked up eight sticks of incense and gave Baqing the first incense.

It is a family member, have you ever read a lot of books, just said to control the officials, the Taoist said casually, the pens in the sky are out of the hands of these scholars, the purpose of the scholars is to become an official, I am so harsh on the officials , the future reputation will be bad.

white-haired Taoist

With a rare warm voice, he said, "Well, I hope he... will get his wish."

"We rich people, if we have a knife, we can hook up together, there is nothing we can do."

"There are only seven words, saying, for the benefit of the people."

When he really calmed down the sky, he came back.

The young man just scratched his head and said, "We are not mud-legged."

Spring goes and autumn comes, and the snow is severe in winter.

Light snow falls on the weather outside.

That time Qingshanwen went up the mountain in person and rescued Zhu Chongba.

"At that time, you can go up the mountain to find a Daoist, and then bring me down the mountain, just like the teacher I taught you, teach me martial arts, teach me to read, let me wipe the shell of Agui, and Ah Snake hides and seeks, and when you are old, I will go up the mountain to find a bigger Daoist.”

Zhu Chongba felt warm in his heart.

Prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer.

mad!

The white-haired Taoist raised his finger and pointed under the stone table. Causes and effects are entangled vertically and horizontally, and yin and yang are unpredictable. It hasn't turned into a big world under the chessboard, in which everything is gone, and before that, cause and effect Controlling its changes, he said, "There is no confusion in your heart."

He only killed one abnormal person, but provoked wave after wave of pursuit, and was finally trapped on a cliff. He knew that his life was over, and when he thought his life was over, he heard the direction of these thieves. There was the sound of screams, followed by bursts of joyful shouts.

"If you look at it, it's like drinking fine wine."

Qiao Chaocai's voice was hoarse, and he was silent for a long time.

Zhang Sanfeng stood still as if struck by lightning, his nose felt sore.

The Taoist lowered his eyes, and picked up a chess piece again in his hand.

The young man Xie turned around, but saw the snow falling on the Songshan mountain, the Taoist priest in green shirt hadn’t seen a trace yet, but under the landslide, the real Zhu Yuanzhang’s fate eyes were shocked, he looked at the white-haired Taoist priest behind him Looking down all night, he suddenly landed on a chess piece and said:

"Those who learn from you live, those who resemble you die."

Use the hero in the sky as a spark, and use your own sharpening to overcome all swordsmanship.

Under the landslide, the white-haired Taoist landed on the chess pieces with a crisp voice.

It’s not just a day or two, but several years of spring and autumn have passed, and it has almost stopped. Every time I read the green shirt, I saw my teacher talking with the Zhu Yuanzhang who knew where he came from. , Sometimes it's daylight, sometimes it's raining late at night, sometimes it's meditation, sometimes it's clapping your hands and admiring.

The fate of all things is over, and the fate that has been modified by fate will naturally return to the original track, but it was Qiao Chao's shot. Outside the ten-year-old, I was discussing with fate on the top of the mountain, and I haven't fully understood it yet. Epiphany, initially reversed yin and yang, cause and effect, and deduced the power of fate.

The Taoist lowered his eyes, and his sleeves fluttered. He knew why. Zhang Sanfeng suddenly felt that this old man who seemed to be growing old suddenly became old. He didn’t have the loneliness of the old man before the years passed. Qiao Chao raised his head and looked at the moon. And Zhu Chong gritted his teeth, walked out with small steps, and passed by the Taoist.

Immediately heard the first half of the sentence: "He has a killing star, he was willing to let you enter the world, teach him martial arts, and he knows what is right and wrong. Before that, when he goes up the mountain, he has to mention to others that he is Your disciple, if you get into a small disaster, you will definitely have to say your name.

He raised his head and said, "Disciple, disciple wants to go up the mountain."

"There is no place to avenge grievances, they can only be suppressed. Everyone knows what these gentlemen have done, and we are afraid of everything, because the knives are out of our hands."

Qiao Chaocai stood on the moonlight and stared at me, like an old pine tree, his voice seemed to be blowing in the wind, still as irritable as when he rescued me back then, he said: "Is he going up the mountain?"

At most at that time, what Zhu Chongba said was sincere and false, and there was absolutely no falsehood in it.

I patted the clothes under me and said, "You're still wearing that Taoist robe, come back."

The white-haired Taoist looked down at the young man behind and said:

And then look at the comprehension of the heroes in the sky.

I only hope that everyone in the sky is like a dragon, and heroes come forth in large numbers!

Afterwards, Lin Shouyi's spiritual seeds were planted under that mountain by the white-haired Taoist himself.

So in any case, it is absolutely impossible for the body of fate to appear here.

But is that possible?

The Taoist's eyes were dark, and Zhu Yuanzhang sighed.

Fate was surprised when this person was so wicked.

"If so, it's a bad thing."

The young man whispered: "Ming?"

One day, when I was going up the mountain, I saw Shiping on the road and drew my sword to help.

"Please advise."

Like an unsheathed sword, it slices the sky downwards and splits the seven seas upwards. Although the edge is embedded in the sword body, once it breaks out, it will not be as fierce and domineering as it shakes the sky and the earth.

"Or when we haven't met yet."

"But careful killing is also killing..."

The white-haired Taoist thought that he just nodded, and said: Kneel on the ground and wait until the incense burnt out, then he kowtowed: "The Patriarch is here..."

"Also, dare to ask Master Patriarch to give a warning. When the disciples come up to the mountain, they know where to go, who to look for, and what to do."

I have seen too little bitterness, and I know how happy these low-level lives are in the eyes of lowly people. I am full of strength, let alone blood.

It is the special role of the Emperor of Heaven.

The family members who died during the plague flashed in front of my eyes, and I thought of my experience as a beggar. I flashed past these nobles who secretly raised thieves and weak people, killed and plundered. Going up, there are not one after another little people riding on top of the head, Xiao Yuanchao is forcing people to go up.

I have been a successful monk, I have encountered plagues, my family has been destroyed, and I have even been a beggar.

There is not much time left for the Yuan Dynasty to obtain the sky, and the sky has not yet been set off again.

If causality is involved, it may implicate the teacher.

It's just that when I came here, I found out that those so-called thieves were actually raised by nobles.

He turned around and kowtowed repeatedly on the ground.

"Besides, when you kill all the wicked, you will come back. According to the monks, the reputation is all false."

And in Shenzhou, the historical record of "Emperor Mengxuan passed on boxing and killed more than a hundred thieves alone" is the lowest martial artist in the world ~www.wuxiahere.com~ The young man who was still injured simply sat outside the ground, looking towards Talk about the gun with that Taoist.

Looking down, I saw the fourteen vertical and horizontal roads, as if I saw the ups and downs of the mountains and rivers of the entire Shenzhou.

The white-haired Taoist lowered his eyes: "It proves that you are of the same line of Yan and Huang, and heroes have emerged in large numbers."

At that time, I am afraid that he is really going to let him spy on something.

The white-haired Taoist just spoke wonderfully, but it made Zhu Yuanzhang faintly feel his scalp tingling.

Cause and effect are difficult to entangle.

"If we can reshape China going forward, we will give everyone a knife.

The young man got up hastily, seeing that the Taoist seemed to be leaving, he cupped his hands and said: "The Taoist now seems to be a character who is completely restrained by anything."

teacher…

"Old, teacher..."

"I can no longer... go back to your mountain gate.

I am talented, my bones are weak, my steps are extremely slow, and I went up the mountain very slowly. Qingshanwen was silent for a long time, and I exhaled. I could hear what Zhu Hongwu said in the Hall of Baqing...but I also knew that the small power in the sky by people.

"Are you sincere?"

Qingshan Wen lowered his eyes, and saw the **** slaughter under Zhu Chongba's body with the technique of looking at Qi, which was extremely intense.

The young man who had been a beggar and a refugee thought for a while and replied:

I don't know why, my mouth is dry for a while, and my temples are sweating.

"Either in 1987, or in 10 years, if the disciple does not one day be able to level the sky, he must put the worldly things and come back again to serve the master and fulfill his filial piety."

Light snow flutters, a white-clothed Taoist walks step by step

Back off.

When you spy on fate, you will only fall into fate and karma.

The white-haired Taoist's eyes only became: Pata. "

"It is you who are weak, not the sword array."

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