A rough meal of wine and meat, needless to say it was Li Guanyi, Si Ming might have been unable to bear it anymore, and took Li Guanyi to see several experts he found, and these experts were all Li Guanyi

One person I met was Mr. Wang Tong. He was a sword-wielding man with a black panther beside him who he passed by that day.

There is also the elegant old man that Li Guanyi saved when he galloped out of the city that day.

Siming introduced him casually and said, "You are all familiar with this boy."

"Li Guanyi, as for these three, this one is from Confucianism. The academy itself is the sacrificial wine of the academy. Later, he came out of the academy and traveled to various countries; this one is the seventh giant of the Mohist family. Their lineage follows the principle of universal love.

, the individual’s name has long been given up.”

"My martial arts skills are good. I can use heavy swords to break heavy armor. If I am not leading an army in battle, I will not be worse than Yue Qianfeng in one-on-one combat. I am especially good at many secret skills. Mo Zhe's gadgets are all over the world.

It’s very famous.”

"this--"

"Zu Wenyuan is the first person in the contemporary age to calculate scriptures. He is a Taoist priest and is proficient in all kinds of skills, but he does not practice martial arts."

Li Guanyi stepped forward to greet him, and the three of them returned the gift. The Mohist master was serious about his words. Wang Tong had already met Li Guanyi. But his ancestor Wenyuan smiled and stroked his beard and said: "I have heard General Yue Qianfeng mention a man he knew."

Little friend, I didn’t expect that it was you.”

"Did you also solve the little problem that I left in Liu's private school?"

When Li Guan thought about the opportunity for him to meet the eldest lady, it turned out that it was left by the old man in front of him.

It was still early, and Zu Wenyuan chatted with Li Guanyi. He had many knowledge on arithmetic. Li Guanyi originally thought that arithmetic in this world was ordinary, but the more he got in touch with him, the more he felt that the old man in front of him was outrageous.

After burning incense, he could only use the advantages of the algorithms he had learned.

Then he was quickly understood by the old man in front of him.

Soon Li Guanyi could no longer keep up with Zu Wenyuan's pace.

At this time, the old man would talk about some strange stories from the world, as well as the connection between calculation techniques and stargazing, which attracted his attention again. He followed the temptations, and before he knew it, it was already dusk, and Zu Wenyuan stopped in time.

topic, raised his head and looked at the starry sky outside, smiled and said: "It's time."

"Let's go, little friend."

Li Guanyi's eyes lit up slightly, knowing that the time had come.

At this time, he discovered that the taciturn Mohist giant had disappeared.

There are only two people here, namely him and Zu Wenyuan.

The old man is obviously a Taoist master, but he does not know martial arts. His cultivation is pure in [God]. He is skilled in kung fu, deducing all things, and calculating sutras. However, it is difficult to use them in a fight. However, the old man only smiled and said, "calculate sutras."

As for his state, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is already a simple matter.

"The best thing is not to fight. I am more comfortable doing this than many martial artists with superb martial arts skills."

Li Guanyi said: "Then there is nothing unavoidable?"

Zu Wenyuan smiled and replied: "No."

He paused and said softly: "It's just something I don't want to avoid."

The old man pointed the way, and Li Guanyi drove forward. After leaving the city, he drove all the way. After about an hour of walking at night, he came across the place. Master Wang Tong was sitting quietly outside the woods, with a calm expression. Behind him, everything was also

As usual.

But when Li Guanyi walked into it, a bright light suddenly illuminated his eyes.

Confucianism surpasses all others in the attainment of Qi.

Under the cover of Wang Tong, a great scholar, the things in the open space will not be known to outsiders, and inside, there is a complicated formation. The Mohist giant used the heavy sword in his hand to record the formation.

It covers Li Guanyi's fate, Tuyuhun's luck, celestial phase, water patterns, terrain, and many changes.

It was Zu Wenyuan's method.

The center of this huge and complicated formation is a slowly rotating Yin-Yang fish.

Si Ming still only wore ordinary clothes, but he held Tuyuhun's royal seal in both hands and stepped into the formation step by step. His white hair was slightly raised and his expression was solemn and solemn, but he was different from the indifferent old man in the past.

This is the oldest living member of the Yin Yang family, and he is the commander of the top three seats.

He placed the seal in a place that represented [Yin].

Then he looked at Li Guanyi: "Come here."

"The yin and yang cycle, what has passed has passed after all, you sit in the yang position."

Li Guanyi took off his shoes and socks and stepped onto the formation with his bare feet.

As he stepped forward, the formation split by the heavy sword lit up with silver light. Li Guanyi noticed that the formation was based on silver powder, leaving traces. After he entered the formation, the formation

There are ripples, the identity of Taoist priests, coupled with the status of the first person to calculate scriptures, and the assistance of Si Ming.

This formation, after today, will never be repeated again.

Li Guan sat cross-legged on one side of the Tai Chi diagram.

The entire formation lit up, as if the stars from the sky were falling, shrouding Li Guanyi in it. Si Ming let go of his hand, and he stepped on different nodes step by step. He opened his mouth and recited the ancient inscriptions,

Just like Zhu You and Sacrifice in ancient times, he was originally the greatest high priest of this era.

The royal seal of Tuyuhun trembled.

The last breath rose up one after another, almost breaking through Wang Tong's cover.

That is the power left by the greatest hero in the Western Region, the overlord who opened up the three hundred years of inheritance in the Western Region. This boundless evil spirit and royal energy rise, the formation that disperses the evil spirit ripples, the trees sway, like a flag waving fiercely

As he did so, Siming's chanting became more and more urgent.

His white hair and beard were swept away by the wind.

The roar of the trees brought him back three hundred years ago, to the day when this seal was cast. At that time, the flags of the thirty-sixth branch were swaying, the strong wind blew, and the blood entered the furnace and turned into blood.

flame.

Siming caught a glimpse of the Tuyuhun kings of the past dynasties in the evil spirit and royal aura.

He saw the figure at the front and said: "Tuyuhun!"

The old man read out his friend's real name, looked at the back, and said softly:

"Your dream is over..."

Among the king's seals, the ancient overlord turned sideways. The power he left in the seal seemed to glimpse his friend. He was no longer a thin jackal. He was wearing black armor, had a beard, had a strong look, and his eyes were bright and full of wildness.

Three hundred years ago.

Tuyuhun looked at Lie Lie's banner. He was in a daze for a moment. Looking at the seal, he seemed to have seen his own end. The Yin Yang family, which was no longer young, had gained a lot of fame because of the casting ceremony they presided over. Finally,

He will no longer be a liar and can become a member of the twenty-eight seats of the Yin and Yang family.

Siming, who was still young at that time, wiped his sweat and said: "It's finally over."

Tuyuhun said: "A Feng, do you think the hegemony I created will last forever?"

The young Yin Yang family hesitated for a moment and answered against his will:

"have no idea."

Tuyuhun laughed loudly: "It's really not a smart answer. But after I die, no matter what, my good friend, you are no longer a liar. You should live longer than me. At that time, please

Come and watch my finish line, don’t worry.”

"I will help you in the end."

The answer at that time seemed to be still there, so the overlord in the deepest part of the seal smiled.

He said: "No, that's wrong, Ah Feng."

"The dream never ends."

"My story is over, but in this big world, there will be new heroes. This is our agreement. If you need it, take away my power. My flame has burned out, but if

It can ignite a stronger fire in the world, so what's wrong with that?"

"Who can say no?"

Tuyuhun's will burned like a raging fire, and the remaining will of Tuyuhun's other tribes and previous monarchs roared unwillingly. Tuyuhun raised his sword and just swept it. The will of these overlords was shattered by his blow, and the evil spirit disappeared.

What remains is pure heroic spirit.

Tuyuhun stood in the blazing fire, looked at his friend, and smiled, just like the original jackal: "You look so old, it really doesn't look like you."

"I thought you would never grow old."

The old man's eyes widened: "Jackal..."

Tuyuhun looked at Si Ming and said calmly:

"My friend, these past hundreds of years."

"But still lonely?"

"rest assured--"

"Even if the years change, if my power can be ignited in another person, just think of it as me, and I can accompany you for a while." He stepped out, stretched out his hand and patted Siming's shoulder gently.
To be continued...