One hundred and eighty-ninth chapter feud [two chapters in one]
After that old voice sounded, the huge Cave Heaven Paradise suddenly became silent for a moment.
The sound of elegant music deep in the bamboo forest suddenly stopped, and several people holding harps or flutes walked out of the bamboo forest one after another.
They put down their instruments and bowed deeply towards the cabin, showing meticulous etiquette.
After being interrupted by the old voice from the cabin, the boy in Confucian shirt holding the mirror looked horrified.
He looked around frantically, his mouth narrowed, his shoulders trembled slightly, and big tears were about to burst out of his eyes.
Beside him, the boy holding a ruler in his arms also looked flustered. He glanced anxiously at his companion who was about to cry, not knowing how to comfort him.
On the side, a young man in blue shirt holding a guqin heard the noise. He glanced at the two panic-stricken boys, with an expression that was half-smiling but not smiling.
"Where have you been fooling around?"
He lowered his voice and asked the two boys.
The boy holding the mirror in his arms raised his head, his eyes dim with tears. When he saw the joking expression on the face of the young man in blue, tears finally burst out of his eyes and he couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Da Kun said that he has an eight thousand year birthday. I, we..."
"You are so courageous. You dare to ask for a drink at such a young age."
The smile on the young man's face in green clothes grew stronger: "In this case, I'm afraid it will be thirty, no, three hundred rulers each."
When the boy's cry became more mournful, the young man in blue shirt cried out in pain.
He covered his head and turned his head away with a look of helplessness.
Behind him, a young man with eyebrows flying into his temples, a golden robe and a white crown, Shi Shiran, withdrew his hand.
"What a man you are." The young man in gold robe and white crown struck him again and scolded him: "He is used to messing around with children, and he has no progress at all!"
Seeing the young man in green shirt jumping and screaming in pain, not only did the two boys laugh through tears, but even the group of people walking out of the bamboo forest also raised the corners of their mouths.
A bright and charming woman with a graceful figure couldn't help covering her lips with her bare hands. She had an extremely beautiful appearance and was carrying a long ebony box on her back. A bone-chilling murderous intention came out of the long box.
Beside the woman were a yellow-faced man with a sallow complexion who looked extremely sickly, and a Confucian scholar with frosty temples.
The Confucian scholar seemed to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with the appearance of a young man, but his demeanor was extremely solemn.
His temperament is gentle and restrained, as broad as a jade, broad and graceful.
Since I care about a gentleman, I treat him as warmly as jade...
His eyes were covered with blue cloth strips, covering his pupils, and his expression was pale.
Whether it is a man in a green shirt, a man in a golden robe and a white crown, a man with a yellow face and a sickly look, or a beautiful woman with a graceful figure...
They all gathered behind the young man with frosty temples, vaguely thinking of him.
Seeing the boy holding the mirror burst into tears, the young man in the golden robe and white crown also smiled.
He bent down, touched the heads of the two children, and waved his hand, signaling them to go play on their own.
"But, but..."
The boy hesitated for a moment. He lowered his head and looked at the mirror in his arms. Then he raised his head and looked at the handsome man in gold robe and white crown in front of him. He muttered for a long time, his expression full of hesitation.
"It's okay, all the gentlemen are here!"
The other boy was alert and hurriedly tugged on his friend's sleeve. Seeing that he still looked hesitant, he simply dragged him away.
"etc."
The beautiful woman with a graceful figure smiled and said:
"Leave the mirror and ruler behind."
The boy hurriedly turned around, respectfully held up the ruler in his hands.
He also snatched away his companion's bright mirror with his own hands and offered it to the beautiful woman as well.
After doing all this, he picked up his partner by the collar, like grabbing a cat, and hurriedly flew away in the light, as if his butt was burned by a fire.
The two small figures quickly flew away, and as soon as they were in a trance, they disappeared.
Watching their small figures disappear into the distant sky, Qing Ming turned into an insignificant black dot. After a while, the handsome man in gold robe and white crown looked away and smiled softly.
"The little thing is quite cunning, but he still wants to make up for his mistakes?"
He spread his hands and looked very interested:
"The two skinny monkeys are really getting better and better."
"Third Senior Brother thinks highly of them."
The beautiful woman with graceful figure smiled and raised her eyes slightly:
"It's rare for the third senior brother to be so green-eyed. I just hope they won't waste their time."
"I only hope that the school will prosper."
The man in the golden robe and white crown sighed when he heard this. He was silent for a long time before speaking softly:
"You and I don't have many senior brothers. A hundred years ago, half of them were killed by the killing star. Now, only you and me are left under the teacher.
Senior brother, senior brother, he..."
The white-crowned man suddenly stopped talking and said nothing. His body trembled slightly and his fists were clenched, as if he was suppressing his anger.
"I have discovered Wu Ming's reincarnation." Suddenly, the yellow-faced man whispered.
Ignoring the green-shirted boy's angry glare, he still spoke:
"Wu Ming's current reincarnation is called Bai Shu, and he has successfully reincarnated."
"Reincarnation? How dare he reincarnate?!"
The white-crowned man was stunned for a moment, and then his body trembled. The white-crowned man who had been suppressing his anger was finally furious.
"This evil beast! I must kill him!"
There was a ferocious look on his face, and he made a furious cry!
Unknowingly, there were golden fireworks exploding in his eyes, shadows were blurred, and shadows of screaming beings loomed in his eyes. It was shocking and terrifying!
As the golden eyes lit up, at the moment when the man with the white crown lost his mind, behind him, there was a majestic Great True Demon.
He wears heavy armor of white bones, with dragons as the ornaments on his shoulder armor. He has three heads, twelve arms, twenty legs, and thirty-six tails.
The expressions on the three faces vary from happy to angry to calm.
Twenty magic drums carved with the corpse of King Ming were stepped on by twenty feet.
This great demon holds a blue and white Udumbara in all its twelve arms. It seems that there are small worlds rotating in the flower, and the images of trillions of creatures are arising and dying in the Udumbara. It looks strange and inexplicable, giving people a sense of wonder.
A bone-chilling chill.
Kuba Asura!
This great Asura fought countless battles, killed the real Buddha in the West, and was bathed in the golden Buddha's blood.
It is recorded in ancient classics that even He was only one short step away from achieving the great state of King Shura.
According to legend, among the Asuras and the Devas, in the grand battlefield that spread for billions of epochs and affected endless calamities, Kuba Asura was also the most outstanding one.
He used the skulls of heavenly beings and dragon kings as decorations on the carriage frame, thereby arousing the wrath of the Lord of All Realms, the Heavenly Emperor Shi.
This great lord of gods once threw a thunderous spear at Kuba on the back of the white-tusked elephant.
Although this spear was blocked by many Shura Kings, the aftermath was enough to destroy a large world.
Kuba Dashura, however, was lucky enough to survive under this spear.
Because of this, His courage and strength spread like wildfire among the Asuras and Devas.
Kuba Asura is the most proud tribe of King Pochi Mahasura and also the most loyal eagle dog.
His cruelty and bloodthirsty, as well as his strength and courage, are unknown to everyone in the heavens.
The white-crowned man has inherited the bloodline of Kuba.
He is a true Asura!
As the man with the white crown lost his mind because of his rage, he opened his golden eyes.
In the huge cave sky, all kinds of birds, beasts, insects, fish, and all sentient beings whose embryonic eggs were wetted, all froze up, and then regardless of everything, whether they were close at hand or thousands of miles away, they all ran away frantically, struggling.
My destiny is to stay away from the man with the white crown.
In the deep sea, huge sea beasts came to the surface with moans and groans. They exposed their bellies and surrendered to this pressure.
The suppression of those in lower positions by those in higher positions has always been so naked.
Only a few kun fish, as black as ink and with tails that can connect the sea and the sky, can be at ease...
Looking down from Qingming, this cave opened by Xuan Wenjun himself is enough to compare with the vast land that is thirty percent the size of six continents.
With the white-crowned man as the center, countless small kingdoms and living beings all knelt down to worship the white-crowned man.
The celestial phenomena suddenly changed, as if a dark curtain rose into the sky, covering up all the brilliance.
Among them, only the figure of the man with the white crown is the only clear one.
"Three, third senior brother..."
The expression of the young man in blue shirt holding the guqin suddenly changed. Beside him, the yellow-faced man and the pretty woman also all lost their countenance.
"Wu Ming killed my senior brother with a single blow, and my Xuanwen lineage was killed by this evil beast until everyone withered away!"
At this moment, the furious white-crowned man turned a deaf ear to the voices from the outside world.
"He forcibly turned the six-way roulette wheel. The second senior brother and the seventh junior brother were all crushed to death by the six-way wheel! This evil beast has made my Xuanwen lineage lose all face. Damn it! Damn it!"
Veins like dragons and pythons exploded from his forehead, and there was no trace of human color on his handsome face.
At this moment, the white-crowned man looks more like an Asura who kills without any thought!
"Third senior brother! Wake up!"
Behind the white-crowned man, when the image of Asura Kuba became clearer, the sound of rolling Asura fell from the sky, causing all sentient beings in the cave sky to fall into great shock and panic.
At this moment, the young man in green shirt could no longer hold back. He threw away the guqin in his hand and shouted loudly to the man in white crown without any thought.
He secretly used his magical power and used the technique of thunder singing in harmony. This cry was like a big thunder blast, splitting the chaos and separating the tangible and intangible things!
The white-crowned man's body trembled, and his eyes briefly became clear, and then returned to being fierce and unruly.
Finished!
Seeing this scene, the young man in green shirt was instantly filled with despair.
The third senior brother is a serious Asura, a true species of pure blood, with high magical powers, except for the senior brother who was killed by Wu Ming a hundred years ago.
Among Xuan Wenjun's disciples, few were his rivals.
If he becomes violent, he will truly be out of control.
Asura is bloodthirsty and cruel by nature. Although he was accepted as a disciple by Lord Xuanwen, he taught him day and night to polish his Asura heart and suppress his original heart.
But hundreds of years ago, when Wu Ming seized the Six Paths Wheel, he came to this cave and caused a lot of trouble.
The temperament of the third senior brother became more and more violent day by day.
The young man in blue shirt shouted loudly again, but at this time, there was not even a wave of emotion on the face of the man with white crown.
He lamented and complained secretly.
The young man in green shirt never expected that this time, in front of the teacher, the third senior brother would actually lose control again.
But there was no movement at all in the cabin, as if it was left to its own devices.
As the image of Kuba's Shura came to life bit by bit, as if he was about to step into the real world from nothingness, a voice sounded softly.
"Elder brother and Wu Ming cherish each other and regard each other as close friends."
The young man with frosty temples slowly stepped forward. His eyes were covered with blue cloth, and his face had a faint expression.
He took another step forward, looked at the three-headed, twelve-armed, and twenty-legged figure of Shura God, and still spoke calmly:
"Elder brother's time is short. A battle with Wu Ming is what he wishes in his heart. As for his death, it can be regarded as a well-deserved death."
His voice was warm and gentle, slowly echoing through the low altitude. Everyone's expressions froze when they heard his words.
The incomparably majestic Shura God lowered his head from the clouds, and the blood on his body shone like rounds of red sun exploding.
Staring at the tiny figure below, surging murderous intent was condensing in God Shura's golden pupils.
"As for the second senior brother and the seventh senior brother."
The young man with frosty temples seemed to turn a blind eye to the wrath of God Shura:
"They covet the fruits of ignorance and have all kinds of designs. Even if they are crushed to death by the wheel of six paths, they will just die."
"you……"
There was an angry roar from the clouds, and even the ground shook violently, as if it would disintegrate in the sound waves at any time.
The majestic Shura God stretched out his giant hand, casting a sky-like shadow on the ground, about to crush the tiny ant-like figure to death.
"Disperse!"
Under the heavy pressure of majesty, the young man in green shirt couldn't help but defend first and raised his hand to summon thousands of majestic mountains. However, the young man's face with frosty temples remained unchanged.
The 10,000-ton towering giant mountain was like a bubble, collapsing under the mighty hand of God Shura.
At this time, as the giant hand approached, the young man with frosty temples finally spoke.
As his lips and teeth moved slightly, the figure of the Shura God dwarfed by nearly half.
"Disperse!"
"Disperse!"
"Disperse!"
He spoke again and made three more noises in succession.
After these three sounds, the originally majestic and furious figure had disappeared into smoke, and in the bloody light, the unconscious figure of the white-crowned man was revealed.
"Take Third Senior Brother to rest."
The young man with frosty temples spoke calmly.
Beside him, everyone had complicated expressions, but they all accepted the order.
Finally, before leaving, the graceful and graceful woman suddenly turned around. She stared at the young man with frosty temples, motionless.
"Sixth Senior Sister!"
The expression of the young man in green shirt changed. He winked at Mingli woman repeatedly, but she turned a blind eye.
"Fifth Senior Brother, Seventh Junior Brother and I were engaged before."
She raised her head numbly, her face neither sad nor happy:
"No matter how bad Xiao Qi is, he is still your junior brother after all. On the day when the Six-Dao Wheel crushed him to death, I was visiting the Virgin of the Eastern Ji with Junior Sister Ninth and wanted to ask for a wedding dress."
The young man with frosty temples suddenly raised his head, his lips moved, but in the end he did not speak.
"After Wu Ming came to Cave Heaven and caused a scene, Third Senior Brother has been angry and uneasy. In fact, I am the same."
The bright woman looked at him coldly and spoke softly:
"You remember the friendship in the past and have always been protective of Wuming, but he is your friend. Aren't Xiaoqi and the others your junior brothers?"
"I……"
"If you don't kill him, I will go there myself. It is not difficult for an ordinary person who practices inferior martial arts to kill his reincarnation."
The bright woman leaned down and bowed three times to the cabin, ignoring the young man with a silent expression, and walked away.
The young man in green shirt and the man with yellow face were also speechless for a while. They also bowed three times to the cabin and followed the bright woman away.
On the spot, only the young man with frosty temples was left. He stood silently outside the cabin, speechless for a while.
"teacher……"
After a long time, he sighed heavily and knelt down towards the cabin.
"What should I do?" He lowered his head deeply into the ground and murmured.
I don't know how much time passed, but in his daze, he heard a creaking sound coming from the cabin.
He raised his head in confusion and saw an old man standing in front of him.
