The town at night is particularly quiet, and there are no entertainment places in the small place. Even if there are now, it is a curfew period. Except for the updater and a few people, you are not allowed to wander after nightfall.

Everyone went home early, eating, sleeping, and beating the children.

Only in this courtyard is a bit more lively.

Several young scholars were drinking and reciting poems, discussing the strange politics of the court today.

"The Emperor Suiguan was extremely stupid and actually liberated the religious orders and made those Taoist monks grow stronger. This was a destruction of the country."

"Yes, yes, for three years, people have been living in poverty and various chaos in politics and chaos."

"The officials of the court did not stop him, but instead let the Emperor watch the nonsense."

"As an official, he acted in vain. He thought that children were willful and arbitrary, and Taoist Buddhism did things wrongly."

"If one day we step into the Golden Palace, we must speak out and scold you!"

Several scholars were drunk and said all kinds of nonsense.

People are like this, always thinking that others are idiots, and they despise other people's behavior with one-sided understanding.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew, and the scholars shuddered, and they felt that their bodies seemed to be suppressed by ghosts, and suddenly they were extremely moved.

I couldn't say a complete sentence, and I didn't look like I was talking nonsense before.

It was not until they felt a warm feeling in their crotch that they realized that their bodies had returned to control, and they shouted loudly, and rushed out of the yard.

I guess it will be caught by night patrolers in not long.

Zhu Ping, dressed in white clothes and long white hair, appeared in the yard and finally scared the scholars away.

If nothing unexpected happens, a book of mythological martial arts will be born here.

Judging from the situation where he released his breath a little just now to suppress them.

If those scholars did not leave quickly, their nature would not be able to withstand the aura emitted by mythology and martial arts when they were born.

"It seems that Confucianism is not easy to live." Zhu Ping shook his head. Although the three religions are essentially derived from mythological martial arts, with their development to the present, martial arts is no longer the whole of the three religions.

Especially Confucianism, Confucian mythology and martial arts, just like learning the classics of bells and tripods, all need to be thoroughly studied before gaining strength from it. In recent years, there have been more scholars who have read stupidly, memorized those Confucian classics by rote, but did not seek to understand them very well but thought they were self-righteous.

At the beginning, Confucianism could suppress such fake Confucian scholars, but when the stalls were opened, more and more people were like this.

Without caring about the scholars who ran out, Zhu Ping waved his hand to sweep away the wine and food on the stone table in the yard, and then looked at the stone table.

A simple chess board was carved on it, and a light palm slapped it on it. Cracked cracks appeared, and the entire stone table collapsed, and something inside fell to the ground with the gravel.

The thing is only the size of a finger, full of oval shapes, and looks like a silkworm cocoon, but the silk thread of this silkworm cocoon is black and has some patterns formed by tiny gaps.

This cocoon seems to be crushed by pinching it, and it is not like the carrier of mythology and martial arts at all.

But Zhu Ping did not dare to touch it directly. He should be more careful about mythology and martial arts.

In the dark, Zhu Ping felt the weak and tough life fluctuations in the silkworm cocoon.

It was as if it was breathing, and it was weak, but it attracted everyone's attention.

Zhu Ping felt something strange about his body. When he raised his hand, he found that there was an abnormal change in his palm, and some black exoskeletons that looked like beetles appeared outside his skin.

The scene in front of him was also rapidly divided, and the picture in front of him quickly shrank and turned into hundreds, as if his eyes had turned into hundreds of pairs. When Zhu Ping blinked and opened his eyes, the picture in front of him became more and more.

The picture in front of me turned into a small black dot, and then tens of thousands of copies were copied and it was no longer in Zhu Ping's vision.

This unique visual sense immediately made Zhu Ping feel dizzy.

The fluctuations in the silkworm cocoon continued, and Zhu Ping's change continued. He felt his throat itchy. After a cough, he actually vomited a lot of mucus.

After touching the mucus with my hand, I actually pulled out a handful of long thin silk.

"I'm turning into a bug?"

As soon as this thought came out, Zhu Ping felt itchy all over his body, especially the itching on the shoulder blades behind him, which was even more unbearable.

A large piece of skin was rubbed off with his hands, and the original muscles seemed to rot. With a buckle of his fingers, he could buckle out a large amount of mud-like muscles.

Then Zhu Ping found that his body completely melted like a candle placed next to the stove, turning into a pool of juice.

"Am I dead?" As he completely melted, Zhu Ping had this idea, and a fear spread to Zhu Ping's whole heart, but then the knowledge from the Nine Life of Shiyuan made Zhu Ping wake up and get rid of the fear of death.

With a light cough, Zhu Ping wiped his eyes. The unique vision was finally cut off. He was still standing in front of the broken stone table, and the black silkworm cocoon was still lying there quietly.

A mythological martial arts titled "The Interpretation of the Insect and the Fate of the Insect" appeared in Zhu Ping's mind.

Zhu Ping wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a fear arose. He thought he had been exposed to many mythological martial arts and had enough understanding of the dangers of mythological martial arts, but he did not expect that he still underestimated the horror of mythological martial arts.

In the past changes, if he really thought he had become a bug, turned into a pool of pus and died, then he would probably have turned into a pool of pus and died like this.

As for whether the previous changes were true or false, even Zhu Ping himself didn't know.

After pulling a scarf, carefully wrapping the cocoon, and putting it into a small box, Zhu Ping chose to leave here. He knew where this mythological martial arts should be placed.

Of course, before he gets there, he still needs to find a cultivator for this mythological martial arts.

The interpretation of the form of insects and life is believed to be as weak as insects and as to change this essence, one must change oneself step by step and explain the form of life, that is, the process of understanding the form of life and transforming the form of life.

"For some people, this mythological martial arts should be a well-deserved magic skill. It completely abandons the identity of human beings, violates the natural laws of the body, and is a blasphemy of life." Zhu Ping thought.

Therefore, it is not easy to find a suitable practitioner.

While Zhu Ping was immersed in mythological martial arts, he walked towards the next place with mythological martial arts.

When passing a city, he was blocked. It was not that he was discovered, but that there was a riot in the city.

"Get out of Tai'an City, this is our city. You lackeys from the evil dynasty, don't want to get closer to the city."

"Thanks to the compassionate and merciful Lotus Future Buddha, who saved the suffering, otherwise we would have been blinded by this damn evil dynasty."

"We will burn incense and make our wishes. When the lotus comes to the world, these evil demons will die completely."
Chapter completed!