"I am a madman of Chu. Feng Ge laughs at Confucius. I hold a knife in my hand and like to cut people's heads. I say that I am not afraid of the distance when I travel a thousand miles. Within ten steps, I will be covered with blood! When the flowers are blooming, I will not bloom. When I am blooming, the flowers will kill...
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In the yellow clouds, voices billowed, drifting all the way to Lishan Mountain in Shaanxi Province. They killed all the people in Fengling Inn, regardless of religion, virtuous or unworthy, and forced to find out the whereabouts of Xu Tianbiao. Wang Zhong was extremely satisfied and very happy to go.
Shi took a photo from the sky and took four or five jars of aged flower carvings from the inn. He wrapped them with his sleeves and patted open the sealing mud. The aroma immediately hit his nostrils, the wine was like amber, and the strings were stretched into silk. The entrance was sweet and refreshing.
He suddenly became more and more happy, flew into the air, drank and sang, and laughed away.
"Wine is a good old wine! People are murderers. Do as you please, and you will be happy, happy, happy!"
Everyone gets drunk without being drunk. Wang Zhong’s eyes were reddish and hazy, as if he was recalling the days when he killed dozens of people in a row at the Modern Emperor Hotel. He also said in the same way.
It’s such a joy.” To this day, it still echoes in my ears.
In a fit of rage, he took five steps with blood, and then fled to the end of the world. He narrowly escaped death and dropped his seven-foot-long body into the bumpy and confusing world of the world. Under the way of heaven, even if he is as strong as a demon, he is still like duckweed. But Wang Zhong
I have never regretted it. If you don't kill the person who can be killed, you will be bowing your head. How can you be willing to disobey it? If you disobey it, you will be ordinary and ignorant. How can you know how to be happy in the tangle of chaos?
The true meaning of the word?
The words "life and death" are extremely easy. The world is so big that one day all life and death will be disillusioned and dreams will disappear. If you don't give in, it will be extremely difficult.
However, he said that the scenery around him was changing like a horse watching flowers. In just one meal, Wang Zhong had already flown along the Yellow River and arrived in Shaanxi Province. Seeing that he was not far from Lishan Mountain, he pressed down the clouds in the deserted wilderness and walked.
Here Wang Zhong flew to Lishan, but there was a big trouble at Fengling Ferry. Wang Zhong had a disagreement and bloodbathed the Fengling Inn, and no one survived.
At that time, the people in the town thought that a monster was coming, and they were all frightened. After Wang Zhong left, they reluctantly opened the door. They saw blood on the street and corpses lying on the ground. The brave ones, trembling, rode to the county
The yamen reporter and the county magistrate were also shocked out of their shells. After counting, there were actually several scholars among them. The scholar status was so high that when he arrived at the county yamen, the magistrate would give him a seat. What's more, dozens of people died at one time, so the county magistrate hurriedly reported
Luoyang guards arrived at Kaifeng Mansion and quickly checked, and found that one of them was actually the son of Fang Juejian, the leader of the Donglin Party. This was a big surprise.
Ten days later, people from Shaolin and Huashan arrived at Fengling Ferry.
Huashan Sword Immortal Sima Buqun came in person with four or five disciples. That week Zhongyong had been hit by a phosphorus sand bomb and turned into ashes. The scum could not be found. He went to the Yamen to check the bodies of several waiters and found that they were all dead.
It was a tiny hole in the chest, like a needle pricking, and then the heart was broken and he died.
After Sima Buqun met, he suddenly remembered something and his expression changed.
"Master Zhishan, do you think it was the demons of that sect who killed you?" This Sima Buqun is already sixty or seventy years old, but has profound internal skills. He looks middle-aged, with a face like a crown of jade, eyes like stars, a slender body, and powerful
Covered by a loose green shirt, his hands were empty and clasped behind his back, showing off the demeanor of a leader.
Next to him is a monk with white eyebrows and beard, and his skin is pale gold. He is the supreme master of the Songshan Shaolin Zen Sect's Demon-Conquering Hall. He practices the magical power of Vajra to conquer demons. He has the Vajra Divine Palm and a Prajna Zen Knife. He died this time.
Several Longmen bodyguards are his lay disciples of the Fu Mo Hall. Every year, they have to contribute a large amount of money and food to Shaolin, buy elixirs for the Fu Mo Hall, use fine iron and fine copper, repair temples, and build golden bodies for the Buddha.
Now that someone has killed him, as a disciple, he naturally has to go out to find the murderer and take revenge.
"Amitabha, evil spirits of the right ways in the world are like crucian carp crossing the river. A poor monk cannot tell for sure."
After hearing this, Sima Buqun felt slightly unhappy. He was about to say something when suddenly a guard in golden clothes hurried in: "Prince Fu has invited you all."
Fenglingdu is under the jurisdiction of Luoyang and is under the control of the King of Luoyang. This King of Luoyang is Zhu Changxun, the King of Fu. When he heard about this, he found that the son of the leader of the Donglin Party had died there. He had a lot to do and came immediately.
He has always been at odds with the Donglin Party, and he was going to use this to suppress this group of Confucian scholars.
Zhu Changxun was ambitious and took advantage of this opportunity to join forces with Shaolin and Huashan sects and work for him. The last incident in Beiman Mountain caused a big loss. Even the soul of the leader of East Kunlun was taken away, and he does not know whether he is alive or dead.
, although the treasure was obtained, the Qionghuang Qinglong Flag was taken away from his hand, and the two offset each other, making it even more worthless. However, now that he has many things to do and is restrained from many aspects, he is unable to argue with the old monster Wang Zhong.
"The corpses of Fang Wei and several scholars have been taken away by Donglin faction members. The rest of the corpses, except those from Huashan and Shaolin, have been buried in mass graves to prevent the plague." Zhu Changxun heard the report from his subordinates, the Jinyi Guards.
He was furious and secretly scolded the Donglin Party members for being cunning.
"Master, Chief Sima has invited." Zhu Changxun invited two people in.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, you're so polite!"
After a few polite words, Zhu Changxun got to the point, "Evils are rampant now and have repeatedly haunted the people. Now that such a tragedy has happened, it is really unjust. The two are the elders of the righteous sect and have the supreme ability to subjugate the demons. At the moment, the little
The king is ordered by his father to eliminate demons, so he needs to rely on the help of you two to contact various factions. All the money and food he consumes will be secretly supplied to the court, what about you two?"
Sima Buqun and Zhishan looked at each other and thought to themselves: The demon spell used by the murdered disciple was extremely powerful, it seemed like the legendary Xuanyin Atu's technique. If it was really this technique, it would be very difficult to handle. Although the junior disciple is in the White Lotus Sect,
Deacon, but recently he has been unsuccessful and has been severely suppressed by Xu Tianbiao. It is inevitable that he will encounter disaster. It is better to use the power of the court. This lucky king obviously wants to make friends. If not, the disciples of the back sect will have a chance to be promoted.
It’s good for our business.”
Practitioners all over the world are called Qi Refiners. They practice the inner breath method in order to live forever, but they cannot leave the secular world. Those remote evil sects, such as Red Gu Village, rely on rich local products, worship by mountain chieftains, and the emperor is far away.
, rich as a country.
But the various sects located in the Central Plains cannot do this. All the kingdoms in the world are subject to the control of the imperial court. Although people from outside the world are still not allowed to do whatever they want. In addition, each sect is huge and has a large population. It is difficult to eat and drink.
Lazarus sleeping and tempering magic weapons all cost money.
Destiny is determined. Even if you are as powerful as Lu Shang, Han Fei, Zhang Liang, Kong Ming, Li Yaoshi, Yuan Tiangang, Li Chunfeng, Ba Siba, Zhang Sanfeng, Liu Bowen and others, you will not be exempted from it. You must use the power of the country to complete your own practice.
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Cultivation cannot be achieved by seclusion in deep mountains and old forests. How can we transcend without experiencing all kinds of hardships in the world of mortals and understanding the movement of heaven's general trend?
At that moment, Sima Buqun and Zhishan nodded one after another and agreed to contact their close fellow sects to handle the matter together. Zhu Changxun quickly called his men and received one hundred thousand taels of silver from the two sects as expenses.
"That group of Confucian scholars from the Donglin Party look down on people in the world and left early without meeting the master and the head of Sima. This group of corrupt Confucian scholars is very stubborn, and the head and the master do not need to interact with them." Zhu Changxun clearly provoked him.
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"Hmph!" Sima Buqun sneered and didn't say anything. He quite agreed in his heart. He, Huashan, also practiced Confucianism to cultivate his moral integrity. The founder of Huashan was a descendant of Sima Guang of the Song Dynasty. His theories were inconsistent with Zhu Xi's, so he left the official position angrily.
, imitating the purity of Taoism, founded the Huashan School, which has since been regarded as a wasteland.
This Donglin Party, Bailudong Academy, Yuelu Academy, and Hedu are all one branch of Neo-Confucianism. They insist on establishing their minds for the heaven and earth, establishing their destiny for the people, inheriting the unique knowledge for the saints, and creating peace for all generations. They regard themselves as the savior and live in temples.
, how can you afford to look at these sloppy rivers and lakes?
"White Lotus Illusion?"
Wang Zhong killed the group of people on a whim, knowing that there would be trouble, but he didn't bother to plan what happened behind him. The soldiers were coming to stop him, and the water was coming to the village.
The demon has been around for hundreds of years without any scruples.
When I came to Lishan Mountain, I saw that the scenery was strange and beautiful, with a unique flavor, which was very different from the scenery on the Loess Plateau I had seen along the way. There were also hot springs, and deep into the mountains, the scenery was always shrouded in mist, making it difficult to see clearly.
Wang Zhong stepped into the mountains and walked along the path for more than ten miles. When he came to a valley, he saw cliffs standing on both sides, like an axe. The valley was warm and humid. The flowers were in full bloom and the fragrance was fragrant. It was really a good place to go out.
When we arrived at the center of the valley, we were still going forward. Suddenly, a strong wind blew. The sky became dark and the earth became dark. Sand and rocks flew around. All the underground flowers and plants were rolled up and condensed into pillars. As if controlled by a mysterious force, they all squeezed towards the center.
come over.
Wang Zhong sneered, raised his hand, and immediately five bright golden lines of fire shot out of his hand. With a loud bang, the lines of fire exploded. Puffs of true sun fire shot out in all directions, blowing up all the grass pillars and flying all over the sky.
The gloomy wind immediately disappeared, and the valley was filled with heavy fog. In the heavy fog, white lotus blossoms were in full bloom, and each flower was as big as a bucket basin. There was a Maitreya sitting faintly on it, and a murmuring voice came from above.
Wang Zhongxian used the true fire of the sun condensed by his soul to break the dark wind in the valley, but this valley was the main helm of the White Lotus Sect for a long time. There was a strange gate in Dunjia inside, which contained powerful civil engineering mechanisms. As soon as he forcibly broke through one, a new one was born immediately.
The illusion of white lotus.
Looking back, I saw that the retreat was also filled with heavy fog and surrounded by white lotus everywhere.
Wang Zhong took another step forward and saw a cold light flashing among the white lotus, and countless sharp arrows with carved feathers swarming in like locusts.
Seeing the sharp arrows flying towards him, Wang Zhong seemed not to notice them and ignored them. He only lifted up his cloak and let his silver hair, which was more than ten feet long, hang down. He wrapped his body into a big silver-white cocoon. Those sharp arrows shot out.
Above the silver hair, everything is broken into two pieces.
After refining the carapace and horns of the dragon, Wang Zhong has perfected the Xuanyin Atu technique. His hair and nails are like flying swords. Although these arrows are sharp, they are made of ordinary iron and cannot penetrate.
"You haven't broken it yet?" After taking eighteen steps forward, Wang Zhong shook his hands and shot out the Naihe Pearl, which turned into Bo Xun's true form. He raised the Demonic Compass Pillar and lowered it toward the ground. The Demonic Compass Scripture Pillar was originally only nine inches high, but one
When placed on the ground, it immediately felt like a wave hitting the ground, and the whole valley shook. Only the rocks cracked and earthquake-like tremors were heard. The heavy fog that originally filled the valley and the white lotus Maitreya transformed seemed to disappear like wind and lingering clouds.
The Demonic Compass Scripture Pillar is made of a mysterious substance in the universe. It is neither gold nor iron, nor wood nor stone. It usually only weighs a hundred kilograms, but when used by the demon, it immediately regains its original power. It is a small statue and weighs a thousand pounds.
Tons, like a mountain peak. Once it hit the ground, it immediately caused a strong vibration, causing the strange gates arranged in the valley to deviate from their positions, and immediately broke the illusion.
Once the illusion was broken, I saw a dark mountain gorge at the end of the five or six mile long valley, dripping water constantly, as if it led to another world.
"Which friend wants to destroy my magic formation?"
The torch was lit, and dozens of big men came out of the canyon, wearing oilcloth clothes, straw sandals, bamboo hats, cross-belt knives, and carrying a musket on their backs. Each of them walked steadily, and the leader's voice was like a loud bell. Their internal strength was obvious.
Not low anymore.
As the torches were lit, many similarly dressed men appeared on the top of the cliff and on the stone platform in the middle. They all held muskets and aimed at the center of the valley. There were five or six stone platforms scattered in the center of the cliff, and there was a sharp creaking sound.
, actually launched six Hongyi cannons. When Wang Zhong looked at it, he saw that the cannon was smaller than the ordinary ones. It had shiny stainless steel wheels that could be pushed. It also had a rocker and a compass-like measuring and positioning device on it.
The mouth of the barrel is jet black and shiny, like newly made tungsten steel.
"Xu Tianbiao is here, there is no doubt about it!" Seeing this improved cannon, Wang Zhong knew that no one could do it except Xu Tianbiao, who came from modern times. Xu Tianbiao was the director of the Tenth Division and had been training with various weapons since he was a child.
He knew all the surnames, and when he came to ancient times, he joined a rebel organization like the White Lotus Sect. There was no shortage of money and manpower. When it came to using his methods, he was like a fish in water.
"Go tell Xu Tianbiao that an old friend is visiting! Don't make any unnecessary plans, lest you lose your life in vain!"
When these people saw that Wang Zhong in the center of the valley did not look like a human being, and beside him was a yellow cloud demon god, more than ten feet tall, with six arms and no legs, and a ferocious face, they were already a little scared. The iron arrows with carved feathers that were so powerful before could not move him at all.
It already has the power of ghosts and gods. It really takes middle-to-high-level people to deal with it.
At that moment, a big man hurried in and came out after a while: "The deputy leader has invited Mr. Wang."