Museum of Demons

Vol 3 Chapter 1003: 0 years of true repair

The pure and warm streamer, like a dreamlike rain of stars, represents the reverse flow of certain laws of [reality], and all living beings gradually recover, but Wei Yuan looked at the young Taoist who appeared in front of him in disbelief, and subconsciously moved forward. A few steps, but stopped, it seems that the dignified Yuxu Yuanshi Tianzun actually felt a little fear at this time.

What are you afraid of?

Fearing the scene in front of you is actually just an illusion, just a bubble like a dream?

Or is it that you are afraid of yourself and just move forward, and everything you see in front of you will disappear?

The young Taoist looked at Wei Yuan quietly, watching the revival of the millions of people behind him who had completely destroyed some of the real mythological concepts, the corners of his mouth were warm.

He smiled and said, "Well done, Yuan."

Wei Yuan whispered, "Teacher..."

He saw the young Taoist man's sleeves rolled up in front of him, and when the light and dust flowed, his body was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.

The realm where the concept of the myth of the thoroughly unfolded [truth] is formed.

Equivalent to a short-lived real world.

The young Taoist in front of him is just such a product, because Wei Yuan completely distorted and shattered this mythical concept, so he made him appear by mistake, which means that when the laws of these real mythological concepts are exhausted When the time comes, the young man in front of him will also leave.

The young man Zhang Jiao held a nine-segmented staff and walked forward step by step, his body swaying like a fog Wei Yuan had countless words to say in his heart, but he didn't know what to say for a while, only to hear that the young Taoist was slightly Annoyed and annoyed, he said, "However, you didn't show mercy at all with that sword you just made."

"It still hurts a little bit now."

The young Taoist looked at his disciple.

He and Wei Yuan stood side by side. At this time, the unrivaled Yuanshi Tianzun seemed to have become the weak child back then.

Wei Yuan said, "Teacher, can't you...can't stay?"

The young Taoist shook his head and said freely, "This body is just an illusion, Yuan, can't you see clearly?"

He pointed to the sky, smiled and said, "Of course, I will also fulfill my duties as a sect."

"My last strength will be with you."

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand."

"The teacher is going to find his own 'path' too. As for this era, I have also felt it when I was released from the power of that god. It's a pity, it's a pity, if I can be born in this era, then I Go to open a medical clinic, take in a few apprentices, and then select one or two of these apprentices to inherit the Dao lineage, and the work of curing diseases and saving people can be completed."

With a hint of yearning, the young Taoist said with emotion:

"Well, you said, teacher, I should be able to be a small lecturer in that university, right?"

"Hey, actually, it's enough to eat and drink enough to teach a few more disciples every day." The young Taoist rambled.

"Come and sit down and chat for a while."

He listened to his disciples tell stories of this era, listened to his disciples about the Yellow Turban Army after his death, and heard that later generations called these farmers who wanted to recapture the grain they planted and the fruits of their labor and could not survive as "thieves", Talk about the changes of this era, and talk about this era of more and more abundant products.

The young Daoist's face showed that yearning look without any cover.

Those eyes were bright as if there were stars living in them.

Wei Yuan blurted out, "Teacher, you can stay..."

Zhang Jiao laughed and said, "What are you doing left?"

Do what you want to do.

Wei Yuan couldn't speak, Zhang Jiao just laughed a few times.

He stood up, content already on his face with some baby fat.

Chen Sheng and Wu Guang's [Prince and General Xiang Ning have a kind], but he was not satisfied that he was being oppressed.

Their purpose is to become a new batch of princes and generals.

And this man is a Taoist, preaching for more than ten years, and there are many dignitaries among his disciples and disciples.

But he has never been arrogant in his life, never married a wife, and left no descendants. He has been called a "thief" for thousands of years. After his death, he is buried like a thin coffin and has nothing to bury. What he proposed is, The world is prosperous, and I want the people to get back what they want.

At this moment, he seemed to have got what he most wanted.

Chao heard that, Xi can die.

He patted Wei Yuan's shoulder and stepped forward. The nine-segmented staff pressed against the ground and made a crisp sound. Wei Yuan lowered his hands and lowered his eyes and opened his mouth. He said nothing, did nothing, and never held back. It was just that my heart was blocked for a long time, and the sound of the footsteps and the nine-segmented staff disappeared.

The avenue is like the blue sky, and now I can finally see it.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes, feeling gloomy.

Suddenly, a palm fell from the sky, pressed it on his hair, and rubbed it vigorously.

The gentle voice of the young Taoist came:

"Don't keep looking so listless and sickly."

"brat."

Yuanshi Tianzun sat cross-legged on the bluestone, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, his temples and white hair hanging down.

On the Taoist robes on his body, pure causal outlines were turned into golden lines, which were ever-changing, mysterious and luxurious.

Holding a nine-segmented staff behind his back, the young Taoist priest in a worn Taoist robe bowed slightly and pressed his disciple's hair.

There was a headache in the young Taoist's tone, and he said, "Oh...it's always like this."

"Let me guess, has no one comforted you after all these years?"

His worn Taoist robes and sleeves fell down Wei Yuan's black hair, and he fought all his life to this point. Yuanshi Tianzun, who was unable to retreat, Zhang Jiao patted his hair, his voice was gentle, and he said with a warm smile: "Well, the teacher will praise you."

"A Yuan, you have actually done a good job."

"It's very fortunate, and it's amazing."

"Does it hurt when you're injured?"

"Well, let the teacher take a look. It's very strong. It's already a thousand years of true cultivation."

He patted Wei Yuan's hair and paused:

"Teacher thinks, it's really great that I can accept you as my apprentice in my whole life."

Yuanshi Tianzun's Taoist robe, which contained the flow of cause and effect, flicked slightly.

The only person who would comfort and praise Yuanshi Tianzun.

There are countless people in the world who respect me, respect me and fear me,

But how many people can do this?

The old Taoist robe retracted Zhang Jiao, carrying the nine-segmented staff, untied the burden on his back, untied the shackles on his waist, and the wide sleeve robe covered the wind. It slowly dissipated and turned into light and dust, mixed with the flowing wind, stepped out step by step, smiled and said to himself: "This life is complete, although there are regrets, but there is nothing else to ask for."

"Maybe, I can also go to find the way."

Wei Yuan raised his head and saw the broken Taoist robe made of countless people's clothes scattered on the young Taoist. The yellow scarf danced vigorously and merged into the sky. Cane mang shoes, a cane in one hand, step by step in the void, step by step, disperse invisible, but also has a calmness of its own.

The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world will be prosperous.

But it is also the great murderer of the great virtuous teacher.

Why is there peace?

Who is safe?

Wei Yuan was silent for a long time, bowed slowly, and handed over in the direction where the young Taoist dissipated, and did not get up for a long time.

Above the sky, Huang Tianqingyun tumbled endlessly, vast and majestic, as if transformed into figures, as if it was just an illusion, and spanned thousands of years. In the era of the end of the Yan Han Dynasty, the most decisive young Taoist , finally ushered in his final peace and home.

......

a moment ago.

The change of the yellow cloud above the head is too vast and magnificent, so imposing, almost as if the entire sky is turned upside down, and then smashed down frantically in one breath, the flow of the cloud roared into thunder, and when you raised your head, you could only see the clouds and mists. It changes and flows rapidly together with the entire sky, so that any creature can feel its insignificance.

Liu Niu raised his head, suddenly stunned.

Then, having lost his memory, he suddenly took a step forward and subconsciously shouted, "The sky is dead!"

"Huang Tian is standing!"

The shrill and determined voice startled Jingwei next to her. She turned around and looked at the man who seemed to be insane. Seeing that the man who had lost his memory for over a thousand years suddenly raised his weapon, like a Like any battle, he roared almost instinctively: "Go, go, all go back!"

"The great teacher has left!"

"You can't all stay here, rush out, rush out, you can always find a way to survive!"

"Walk!"

He kept running, and kept making everyone stand up, like a ferocious tiger that was suddenly awakened, as if he had finally woken up from a sleep that had been sleeping for thousands of years, and frantically asked everyone: "Have you ever seen Shuigouzi? Where is he? Sili, Sili, where is he?!"

"where is he?!"

"He's not in good health! Let you take good care of him!"

"Don't die! All take up arms and don't die! Don't die here!"

His movements were suddenly stagnant, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com suddenly raised the spear in his right hand, and said angrily, "Yellow Turbans!!"

"Go on!"

The yellow wrapped around the spear fluttered violently, like a fierce flame, like a heart of resistance that has not been extinguished for thousands of years, and finally fell down, like a crazy appearance, which scared everyone. , no one responded, only that long spear stood alone in this era.

Like an abandoned child who has long since been abandoned.

Liu Niu gasped violently.

Jingwei restrained his worries and stepped forward: "Uncle Sili...Are you awake?" Her voice suddenly stopped.

Seeing that the **** general's face had already burst into tears before he knew it, his ink-colored eyes were flushed, and he choked:

"Great virtuous teacher..."

'Hey, my name is Zhang Jiao. ’

'Would you like to come with me? ’

'You can have a full meal. ’

'Everyone is full. ’

ps: Today's second update... 3,000 words.

Not very good at writing, lying dead.

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