Ye Taiyi stood at the railing next to the river pond and threw the last few grains of fish feed in his hand under the small pavilion where hundreds of carps were competing for food.
At the same time, I also finished reading the last line of Tianmo Dafa.
He closed the book and felt something in his heart. He raised his hand slightly and saw the water surging in the pond in front of him.
Groups of pool water continued to surge into the air until they merged into a spring in the air that was larger than the pavilion.
The last carp was also swirling in the water and merged into the group of carp swimming in the air competing for food.
Ye Tai held it with both hands in the air, and the spring in the air was like a ball of cotton, constantly changing its shape in his hands.
In the water mass that blocks out the sky and the sun.
Hundreds of koi carp, as if controlled by someone, continue to gather and disperse, and then transform into various shapes.
Beside my ears, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.
The tip of the nose is swept by the fragrant wind.
Zhu Yuyan smiled and wiped away the blue blood that continued to spurt out of Mrs. Ye's mouth and nose, and said: "It's really embarrassing. You have already reached the 18th level of the magic field, but you have to do it for this."
Are hundreds of fish injured?"
The words fell.
It started to rain koi from the sky.
It fell into the pond with a splash, and water splashed everywhere.
Ye Tai coughed up blood and did not perform any exercises. Zhu Yuyan waved her hand and swept away the water curtain that splashed towards them, then went back to where it came from and was involved in the pond.
Mrs. Ye took the handkerchief, wiped the blood, and said: "Tian Mo Ce has learned a lot from me. It just made my hands itchy for a while. Compared with the longevity secret that I find mysterious and inexplicable, Tian Mo Ce is more popular, as if it was created by humans.
It can be firmly grasped in the palm of your hand, rather than covered with a veil, touchable but incomprehensible, it is really mysterious."
Zhu Yuyan said with a smile: "The Heavenly Demon Strategy is my magic sect's treasure book. In terms of the most mysterious ones, apart from the Heavenly Demon technique mastered by the Yingui Sect, there is also the Daoxin Demon Planting Technique of the Evil Ji Sect. However, after the Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian disappeared, I don't know.
Does the Xie Ji Sect still have that secret book?"
Mrs. Ye returned the handkerchief to Zhu Yuyan and said: "The Yingui Sect has mastered the second of the ten secret books. After Yang Guang's death this time, all the heroes in the world have joined forces and are destined to compete in the Central Plains. It is time for the Demon Sect to unite."
Zhu Yuyan said nothing, but her smile grew stronger.
Five days later.
A residence belonging to the Yuwen clan in Jiangdu.
Six people gathered here.
The spokespersons of the four major families, two men and two women, are from Taoist and Buddhist schools, one is an old Taoist with a goatee, and the other is a nun with a dignified face, holding a fly whisk, as if he were a Bodhisattva in the world.
They are waiting for someone.
Waiting for someone you've never met before.
The rumored Demon King.
No one spoke.
Because they all know what they are about to do, there is no need to communicate, and if the seven families unite, there is no possibility of the plan failing. They just need to let others share the sin.
"Cough cough cough."
outside the door.
There was a coughing sound.
A young man with a sickly face and a slim body walked in.
Short hair.
Sick.
Weak.
This is the common thought of everyone.
He looked at the six people.
The six people looked at him.
The atmosphere fell into a subtle state.
Finally, amid the man's cough, Yuwen Shiji couldn't help but said: "This... brother, did you go to the wrong door?"
This question revealed the inner thoughts of the other five people.
Did you go to the wrong door?
In what way do you have the power and domineering power of the title Demon King?
He is clearly like a scholar who has no strength in his hands and is suffering from the cold.
I'm afraid only the slender silver sword on his waist gives him a bit of a knight-errant look.
Mrs. Ye was stunned when she heard this, "Did I go to the wrong door?"
Then, he looked back at the door, turned around and said, "You must have gone right, didn't you invite me here?"
Dugu Yan, the spokesperson of the Dugu Clan, said: "Are you the Demon Emperor?"
Mrs. Ye looked at the crowd and gave an answer that was both natural and somewhat ridiculous: "It's me, everyone, are you ready to become a sinner through the ages?"
"well!"
Yu Wenhuaji sighed and didn't ask any more questions, because the chance that someone really walked into the wrong door and thought he was the Demon Emperor was extremely slim and impossible.
He did not test the Demon King's strength either, because there were so many people pretending to be pigs and eating tigers in the world, especially the Demon Sect. The old man who laughed at you innocently one second might turn into a knife the next second.
The devil stabs you in the chest.
The Demon King is a scholar who seems to have no power, so everyone reluctantly accepted this setting.
Yu Wenshiji looked at everyone and said: "In that case, let's go. His Majesty the Emperor should be watching the singing and dancing in Linjiang Palace. Try to let him go as quickly as possible."
The others remained silent and followed him out of the small courtyard.
Jiangdu.
Linjiang Palace.
Yang Guang, who was regarded by the world as a tyrant, was hugging his beloved Concubine Xiao, watching the singing and dancing of His Highness's scantily clad maids, drinking a glass of wine from time to time, and eating a piece of fruit peeled by Concubine Xiao herself.
Even if the world is in chaos and wars are raging, he, a tyrant in the eyes of others, is still trying his best to conform to the settings given to him by the people of the world.
Faint.
tyranny.
Extravagant and lustful.
Suddenly, Yang Guang clapped his hands and said hello.
Concubine Xiao didn't know what she meant, because the emperor had long been disgusted with these songs and dances. If he hadn't been in exile in Jiangdu, he would have turned over the table and ordered a group of artists to be entertained by him.
But why are we clapping our hands now?
As if he saw his beloved concubine's doubts, Yang Guang laughed loudly and said: "My beloved concubine, do you think my tyrant's performance is lifelike to the people of the world? How do I compare to the actors like Your Highness?"
Concubine Xiao looked at the emperor in front of her, as if she saw the young man who was full of energy and ambition, and said softly: "Yang Lang is a talented man with a rough strategy, how can he be called a tyrant?"
"Great talent has a great strategy, great talent has a great strategy!"
Yang Guang laughed and said: "My dear concubine, I'm afraid you are the only one in the world who looks at me like this."
Concubine Xiao smiled lightly and buried her head into her husband's chest, saying, "Isn't that enough?"
Yang Guang was stunned for a moment, and then burst into tears from laughter. He put his arm around Concubine Xiao's shoulders and said, "My beloved concubine is right. I have achieved my goal. The prosperous age in the future will eventually be started by me, from the troubled times."
Towards prosperity, but at this moment, it is not as good as holding you in my arms, talking about great talents and strategies, talking about the rise and fall of the world, how can it be compared to your smile, my beloved concubine."
He, Yang Guang, a young tiger general, personally led the army southward in the past, crossed the Yangtze River natural chasm that the world thought was unbreakable, and conquered Nanchen!
The construction of the Grand Canal aroused the resentment of all the people, but it strengthened the political, economic, and cultural exchanges between the North and the South. The contribution is not to the contemporary era, because the contemporary era has denigrated him as a foolish tyrant, but it will definitely benefit the future. Yang Guang's vision seems to have crossed the
Time and space are long, and I have seen that on this grand canal opened by myself, ships came and went, and the prosperity was prosperous.
Promoting the imperial examination system, that is, this article, shook the foundation of the wealthy family. In addition, his desire to build a prosperous age was so intense that he wasted money and wasted money and complained, so he was finally promoted by the wealthy family to comply with the people's wishes.
The eternal tyrant.
But he had already raised a head and planted a seed. Even if he, Yang, were not in power, in subsequent dynasties, this seed would eventually sprout and grow into a towering tree.
The foundation of a wealthy family will eventually be shaken by the roots of this towering tree.
Yang Guang hugged Concubine Xiao, drank a glass of strong wine, and said loudly: "Come out, everyone! I know you are already here!"
Four men and three women, a total of seven people, slowly walked into Linjiang Palace.
Linjiang Palace, which was supposed to be heavily defended and tightly guarded, actually seemed to be in vain, and was driven straight in by the Dragon Sword Commander, composed of seven people.
Yang Guang showed his domineering attitude and looked down at the seven people, saying: "Tell me your name! It will also let me know who died at the hands of them."
"The Demon Sect, the Demon Emperor, Mrs. Ye, and the rest don't need to give their names, because they are not worthy of your Majesty's memory."