Chapter 325 Zhenyuan!

The young Taoist was wearing a robe in his underwear and put on the brocade robe given by the old yellow cow. He tied his black hair again, and his spirit was much more complete. Then he raised his sword and took a look at the picture [Destroy Buddha and Kill the Emperor]. The young Taoist did not carry this magic weapon on his back this time, but followed the old yellow cow out.

It is a three-in-one yard.

The sun was bright and bright, maybe it was because I didn't walk outside for too long. Qi Wuhuo even felt a little uncomfortable with such warm sunshine. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and then his eyes gradually adapted. He was surprised and saw that the human race and demon race were going on the road, and he saw that there were human race cavalry wearing iron armor everywhere on the road.

Qi Wuhuo said: "This is..."

The old yellow cow raised his eyebrows and said lazily: "It's the original border town of the demon clan."

"…The Demon Clan Border Town?"

"yes."

The old yellow cow used to be the kind of thorn who did not obey the discipline of various demon kingdoms. He led the heroes of the demon clan whistled between the mountains and forests, and thus he had the reputation of the so-called eighth saint in the future. He didn't care much about these border cities and non-border cities, but said: "The demon clan directly retreated for 500 miles with your piano music, which is more important than what I did back then than Lao Niu."

"The demon races within a radius of hundreds of miles have basically evacuated. The King of Qin and the Seventh Prince have directly started to take over the city here, and then began to find ways to bring the human races in the demon world here. This plan has been implemented for more than a month, and many human races who were originally stranded in the demon world have arrived here."

"Then the iron cavalry of the world brought them back to the world in batches."

Qi Wuhuo said: "Didn't the demon race stop it?"

The old yellow cow paused, he turned around, looked at the young Taoist strangely, and said:

"Don't you know how famous you are in the demon clan now?"

"Legends will always disappear, but it will take a long time for the legend to dissipate or sublimate into legends. At least, in the past century, the name of the demon clan will be a taboo that no one wants to mention..."

"The demon clan has thousands of spirits, and the number of them are even higher than the human clan."

"The human race has a population of tens of millions, and the clan of all spirits has several huge demon kingdoms. This battle is not a big deal for the demon race, but for the demon emperor, it is no longer a deal."

"The confidant died in battle, and the core corps were almost completely destroyed."

"The most important thing is that he said at the last moment [retreat], which almost ruined his majesty and prestige."

"His person is almost shaky."

The old yellow cow sighed. He saw the stall on one side and walked around casually. The young Taoist followed him. The stall owner of the stall was an old lady with traces of wind and frost on her face. The stall sold a kind of carving card, some of which were carved, some of which were carved with wood carvings, and some were recorded with black iron plates. Some were extremely large and had to be offered at home.

Some of them are like ordinary jade pendants that can be carried with you.

The young Taoist was puzzled, and the old yellow cow squatted down and said, "Sister, how do you sell this brand?"

The old lady who was napping in the warm sunlight opened her eyes, looked at the old ox who was only thirty or forty years old, reached out and said a number. The old ox smiled with a hearty smile: "Ah, this craft and this price are indeed not expensive, but now there are brands everywhere in this place, so the price naturally needs to be reduced. I'll tell you a number."

The old ox bargained with the old lady as if he was happy.

The young Taoist was wearing brocade clothes and his eyes were peaceful. Looking at the original border city of the demon clan, it has now become a transit place for the human race in the demon world to return to his hometown. He stretched out his hand and felt the warmth of the sun. Now the hottest years have finally passed, and a few coolness has begun to appear in the wind.

He saw the iron cavalry in the world wearing armor, looking at those who were like in a dream, and still couldn't believe his own experience.

The young Taoist couldn't help but think.

If there were such people and cities in Jinzhou, there would be such people.

Will the experience and future of Jinzhou be different?

Will your parents survive? Will your husband still teach? Can you live better?

This is just a hypothesis after all...

But despite this, Qi Wuhuo still had an unstoppable yearning in his heart. He couldn't help but lose his mind. The team ahead passed by himself, including old men, husband and wife with their children, and teachers, just like another possibility he might have in Jinzhou.

"Hey, no confusion!"

Suddenly something flew towards him. The young Taoist subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed the thing. It was a sign carved out of a black stone, with a little warm feeling. The young Taoist looked at the smiling old ox in confusion, and then subconsciously lowered his head to see the marks on the signs that were actually quite rough, but they could be recognized.

On the front is a boy wearing brocade robe and armor.

Under his feet is a black giant snake.

His feet were separated, and he sat there quite Angzang, pressing a sword with his right hand, looking majestic and quiet.

There are waves under your feet.

On the back is the pattern of the character "Wu".

"This is……"

"I?"

The young Taoist slowly raised his head and saw the human teams that had entered the city. They all had similar signs on them, and even had a red flag with the same pattern on them. So the long wind blew past the gate of the city and passed through the main road in the middle.

On one side of this road, the boy stood quietly, and the team of people on the avenue slowly moved forward. Dozens of flags were raised high, and the flags fell down, swaying in the wind, passing by the boy. Everything happened slowly and quietly. The boy lowered his eyes, as if what he had walked by him was another future for the escaped child in the Jinzhou disaster.

The old yellow cow reached out and pressed his shoulder and patted it. His voice was calm and he said:

"All the teams in the human world use this portrait to put on the name of [Wu], and all the demons were frightened and dared not to offend them."

"Pirate the Yi for several miles, and ghosts and gods will not invade you."

"It is the [God of Martial Arts] to exorcise evil spirits and protect people and eliminate evil spirits."

Qi Wuhuo was quiet. He looked at the stone sign. Some rescued people walked past him, holding the jade sign in both hands and prayed gratefully, and some asked his children to thank God of Wu.

Suddenly I felt relieved in my heart.

A strange feeling of letting go.

It turns out that what illuminated the darkness of this era was the self that year.

The young Taoist lowered his eyes, held the stone tablet, and suddenly laughed.

He said, "It's not like it..."

The old lady over there widened her eyes and started to quarrel: "What's wrong with it? What are you talking about? Look at me, how similar is it carved by God of War. Look at the armor, look at the patterns on the battle robe, and the rivers and water clouds under her feet, look at the big snake!"

"Have you ever met Master Wu Shen?!"

"You're talking about this here!"

The old lady held the young Taoist steadily and insisted that he was painting like it.

The boy had no choice but to say that this water cloud pattern was actually a blood river.

So the old yellow cow burst into laughter, his laughter was unruly. He casually lifted the wine pot around his waist, raised his neck and poured wine with a big mouthful. At this moment, a scream came from the other side. Qi Wuhuo looked sideways and saw a strange creature, looking like a child who was only three or five years old.

He was carved with jade, but he looked quite serious, with a scent on his body and was wearing a Taoist robe.

Holding a bowl of soup medicine in his hand, when he saw Qi Wuhuo, his eyes almost widened, and then he held two large packets of tears in his hand. He even didn't want the soup medicine in his hand. He raised his hand and threw it directly towards the young Taoist priest. The old yellow cow quickly grabbed the medicine soup and then breathed a sigh of relief. However, he saw the little Taoist priest pounced on the young Taoist waist and started crying.

"Yaaaa!!!"

"Woo woo woo woo woo--"

The iconic tender voice made Qi Wuhuo finally recognize the identity of this little Taoist child.

"Little Yaoling?!!!"

Qi Wuhuo was both surprised and happy. The old yellow cow held the medicine in one hand and smiled and said, "It's not him?"

"You have become famous all over the world. After the incident, the reputation of the Demon Emperor was greatly affected. Qinyin Pavilion also came here, but this time the person who brought him here was not Qinyin Pavilion." The young Taoist saw that on the road ahead, a girl in white dress gently took off the veil on her cheeks, and a pale but beautiful face flowed out, and the joy in her eyes almost jumped.

"Little Weed?"

The little girl wanted to rush over quickly, but she still restrained her smile, but she couldn't stop her eyes, but she still flowed out. Qi Wuhuo wanted to ask her how she could cross the blockade of the demon emperor and the five demon saints. When she came here, she saw a beautiful woman in men's clothing and cold eyes not far away.

"Wild Yao..."

The old yellow cow placed his elbow on top of Huang Yao's head and laughed: "Hahahaha, isn't this? I, my 'little niece', sent it? I heard that she has been reluctant to come. Xiao Pengcao cried twice, so he still brought her here."

"Hmph, I just want to go out and walk around, but it's not because I can't resist her crying and making noise."

The little swampius looked slightly red and he felt a little embarrassed.

When the young Taoist saw that the little shawl was as old as before, he felt relieved. Then he nodded gently, looking at the little Yaoling who was holding his arm tightly and refused to come down, so he simply picked him up and hugged him directly in his arms, looked over and over again, and asked curiously: "Why did you become like this?"

The old yellow cow said lazily:

"Are you worried about you? When you encounter danger, he will work hard to practice your Taoist Dharma."

"And after knowing that you were in danger, I found me. Lao Niu showed him a clear path, so that he could practice with a foundation and an opportunity, and he would transform himself."

"Let's go, Yunqin is there too, just say it while walking."

The old yellow cow signaled Qi Wuhuo to follow him, and Xiao Pengcao also pulled the young Taoist's sleeve robe and followed behind him. Seeing this, Huang Yao suddenly held the folding fan tightly, and almost crushed the gorgeous folding fan and burst it out! He wanted to smash it directly at the top of the boy's head and let him stay away from the little Pengcao!

But for some reason, today I saw that young Taoist, and I always felt a sense of alertness...

No, that's no longer a warning.

Huang Yao stared at the boy who was not carrying a piano on his back, and his eyes shrank violently.

That can be called terrible!

It can be said to be frightened!

Even fear!

Huang Yao stared at him and noticed a trace of strangeness in his heart. At the moment, the wrath of the demon emperor, the five great saints of the demon clan had never completely surrendered to the demon emperor, but now they are even more loyal and destined. According to Huang Yao's calculation, they can tell that they must have a last resort. At this time, they should not have left their palace rashly and come to see this young Taoist.

But I don't know why...
To be continued...