When Milo walked in front of the man, his face suddenly turned red, and a rush of blood rushed to him.
The copper coin pressing his shadow jumped slightly. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He was frozen in place again, and then his breath quickly weakened.
"Really, why are we all encountering such characters this time?"
Milo shook his head. Compared with the people he met in the previous two times in the Taixu Illusion Realm, who were either pitiful people or trustworthy seniors, the creatures Milo met at the beginning this time were not very good.
Whether it is the captain of the caravan, the black general behind him, the old woman and Xiao Qing, or the person in front of him, they are all beings who no longer regard human life as human life.
As for the man in front of him, he just wanted to use some desperate method to break through the suppression of Copper Coin, but his ending clearly showed that his strength was not enough to break through Milo's spell, but he himself was affected by it.
Huge backlash.
The treasure mirror is pointed at this person, the mirror light rotates, and after absorbing his breath and information, it is directly sent into the circulation.
The land and creatures were also ingested and analyzed for their essence.
During this period, Milo took a look at the people in the caravan. Based on the memories of the scholars who had previously read the treasure scrolls and what he had learned from observing the weather, he stretched out his hands to untie the evil spirits on a few people, then stood up with branches and headed towards the next town.
Go.
After being reminded by the previous person, Milo also remembered the origin of the breath on the branch.
It was exactly the spiritual atmosphere he felt in the forest when he went to Yunhua Forest more than ten years ago.
As for the origin of this branch, Milo also saw some from the scholar's memory given by Taixu Illusion.
In the scholar's memory, it was already the end of the dynasty.
However, both the government and the public still believed that the destiny of the imperial court was still intact.
The fundamental reason is that two hundred years ago, when the imperial court came to an end, an immortal from Yunhua Wonderland came to the world to redeem the dawn, allowing the dynasty to continue for another two hundred years.
The branches left by the immortals in the world are the so-called Yunhua Treasure Branches.
In this illusion of Taixu, Yunhua Treasure Branch is a treasure that can be combined with the heaven. Obtaining it can not only prolong life, but also ensure the prosperity of the family, and even protect a party's good weather.
'In fact, the essence is the breath of Hanxia on the branches, which has become the anchor point of the connection between Taixu Illusion and Hanxia. This is because this Taixu Illusion is not directly connected to the Hanxia land veins, but uses the half of the remaining scroll as a link.
Due to the interface, these anchor points can absorb the breath of Han Xia at a very weak speed and transform their own status little by little. And this transformation, in the realm of Taiyuan, has become auspicious such as good weather and good weather. However, compared to Yunhua
Baozhi, I am more interested in the legend about the ascension of the painting saint two hundred years ago.'
Milo put away the branches, took out a miscellaneous book from the book on his back, flipped through a few pages, and stared at the story above.
The content of the story is very simple. It tells the story of Zhuge, a painting sage two hundred years ago, who entered Taoism through painting and finally rose to great heights.
In the story, Zhuge Painting Saint once served as a local governor. However, due to the chaos in various places at the end of the dynasty, he put down local rebellions several times and wrote petitions for relief to the victims. However, he was rejected by the court and was even demoted one after another. In the end, he was heartbroken.
Disheartened, he abandoned his official position and wandered around the world.
What's interesting is that in the story, although the painting sage traveled around the world in the second half of his life, and often used his paintings to pay off the bills because he had no money, there are very few works of the painting sage circulating in the world.
As for the legend, there are only rumors and no paintings of the Six Immortals he painted when he ascended to immortality.
Unfortunately, many people believe in these legends, regardless of Confucianism, Taoism or Buddhism.
While Milo was watching, there was a sound of horse hoofbeats in front of him, and then a woman grabbed the galloping horse, jumped off the horse, walked forward with a smile, looked at Milo and said: "You are such a good nerd.
You are so courageous. You are on the road alone in the wilderness, and you still have time to read miscellaneous books. You are not afraid of encountering some mountain spirits and wild monsters who will eat you directly."
"However, looking at how fascinated you were just now, you probably died without knowing anything. It's quite relaxing, and you don't have to experience any fear or shock." The woman said, lowered her head and glanced at the contents of the book, and read again.
exclaimed in surprise.
"This is the biography of the painting sage. Did you also hear the rumors and come to find the place where the painting sage ascended to immortality?"
"Xia Bing!"
When another man who was traveling with him heard this, he couldn't help but growl. He looked at Milo and cupped his hands and said, "Xia Fenglei, may I ask who you are? Why are you teasing me and my roommate?"
"I'm just reading my book, why am I teasing you?"
Milo raised his head and looked at the two of them, but his sense of Fang Taixu's illusion was even worse.
When Xia Fenglei heard this, he didn't trust him at all. In his eyes, Milo's aura was so clear that it made it difficult for the energy of the surrounding world to circulate. He was a senior expert with extremely exquisite cultivation.
How could he just read a book when he appeared on the road that his brother and sister must pass like this?
Xia Fenglei stared at Miluo, the aura on his body rising continuously, and with the melodious sound of a knife, the long knife on his back soared into the air and automatically fell into his hand. The breaths interacted and he aimed at Miluo from a distance.
"Since the senior is unwilling to speak, the junior has no choice but to take offense."
As he spoke, Xia Fenglei swung out the long knife in his hand, and the turbulent wind of the knife instantly tore through the surrounding void.
"Brother!" A woman named Xia Bing said hurriedly, but Milo felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the people in this illusion.
Whether it's the mansion at the beginning, the monks later, or the Xia Fenglei in front of me, they all have a bit of facial makeup.
It's as if a certain character trait in them has been infinitely magnified, and everything they do is based on this trait.
Milo, who was a little curious, stretched out a hand, and the Bihe pen flew out of his sleeve. He gently held it in his hand and aimed at Xia Fenglei's weak Qi.
Xia Fenglei's expression changed slightly, although he could feel the faint inspiration contained in this almost decorative brush.
But the spiritual power is so rare that it can’t be considered a treasure at all.
On the one hand, he was angry that Milo looked down on him, but on the other hand, he secretly reserved a third of his strength in swinging the sword, so that he could stop when the time came.
"clang!"
It was obviously the collision between the long knife and the pen tip, but it made the sound of two large metal instruments colliding.
Milo turned the green lotus pen in his hand, and ink marks flew out from the void, aiming at Xia Fenglei's body and acupuncture points.
The next second, thunderous collision sounds sounded one after another, and the long knife continuously collided with Mohen. Every contact made the long knife vibrate, and Xia Fenglei also retreated again and again.
When Xia Bing saw this, she was shocked, angry, and a little afraid.
"One, two, three, four, five..."
Every time Milo reported a number, an additional trace of ink appeared on Xia Fenglei's body. When the seventh ink trace appeared on Xia Fenglei's body, he gave up resistance and allowed an ink trace to knock him over.
On the ground, he gasped and said: "Senior, my cultivation is so great, why do you tease me like this?"
"I said, are you still finished?"
Mi Luo looked at Xia Fenglei and said with a displeased face: "You were the one who disturbed my reading, and you were the one who made the first move. I countered by saying, was it you who teased you? Is everything wrong with me? Or should I say this?
The road is yours, so I can’t leave?”
Milo said a few words, and suddenly felt something was wrong. This was different from his usual habits.
He silently looked inside, and saw that the light on the spiritual platform was as usual, without any ripples.
There was no feeling of impatience or anger in my mind.
But between movement and stillness, there is always a strange feeling that is difficult to purify, making me irritable, irritable, even easy to be happy or sad.
'Is this also the influence of Taixu Illusion Realm?'
Milo looked around, and the shadow of the treasure mirror appeared in his pupils, reflecting around him.
But this move of his made the Xia family brothers and sisters a little confused.
Originally, after Milo's previous scolding, the two of them knew that Milo's appearance here was really just a coincidence.
But Milo's subsequent actions made them a little worried, and they looked around.
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Sorry, I'm an hour late. The main reason is that this chapter felt a little wrong in how I wrote it, so I changed it twice. And a very important setting has been mentioned here, which is also the basis for a more important name of Milo in the future.
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