Museum of Demons

The huge black dragon's luck slowly dissipated. The young Yuzhe raised his arm and his clothes were pierced. Even his physique was pierced with teeth marks. His face was pale because of the loss of blood. He staggered to sit on the ground and watch. Looking at the old man in sackcloth and with a gentle smile, he said:

"This is what you said, harmless luck?"

The old man blinked and said, "If you don't participate in it, wouldn't it be harmless?"

Young Master: "..."

I'm sorry, Master.

I really want to tie him up for a meal.

The old man stroked his beard and laughed. He felt that what he saw and felt along the way with the boy was very vivid, far more interesting than in the library guard in the capital of Dazhou. After he bandaged the boy, he sat On the ground, ask questions casually on both sides of the bonfire, as an examination school.

This has also been tasted in the past.

It’s just that today is particularly long. One night passed. When the sky was up, in this important place of Hangu, the Da Zhou Book Shou and the Master’s disciples sat facing each other, the great Qin Black Dragon’s luck dissipated. Under the influence of Qi, a wisp of purple Qi circulated from the east, and then it was displayed in an unprecedented vastness, vast and majestic.

The old man in front of Hangu Pass, caressing his beard, suddenly asked:

"These days, I know what you have learned."

"There is only one last question left."

"Boy Yuan, let me ask you again, people should be like water, unsteady, riding on the momentum and not competing with the world, so the strong cannot win, why?"

The old man smiled.

The young Yuzhe sensed the solemnity of the old man.

Sitting on the ground, looking solemn and quiet, he replied:

"No, people's hearts are like strong, this kind of heart is a rock, it can't be turned."

"This heart is not water, and you can't retreat and avoid it."

"If you encounter life and death, how about the waves of the world?"

The young man replied: "If you kill you, you can become benevolent, but if you don't survive, you can harm the benevolence."

The old man was stunned, and immediately laughed, shaking his head freely, and there was a hint of emotion in his words:

"Kong Qiu, you have a good disciple."

The boy was silent for a while and said:

"We have reached the Hangu Pass, the next step is Hudi outside."

"Where are you going?!"

The old man didn't look back, and said with a smile: "Keep going out, before my old guy dies."

"I have to meet a child."

The boy was startled: "Huh?"

The old man sighed: "The world is dark as a long night. I have seen Kong Qiu, and Kong Qiu has seen me."

"Knowing my way is not alone."

"In this era of declining ceremony and music, there is darkness everywhere, but there are only a few people worth seeing."

"I originally thought it would be a good thing to leave the world alone, but after this incident, I suddenly felt that leaving the child alone in the dark world alone is cruel. At least, I have to go and see him. ."

The young man didn't understand, but he knew that in the eyes of this old man, there was a person who was alive with valuable pointers.

It's like the master finally instructed himself to find the old man.

It seems that the old man has also figured out something clearly, and is going to point another person.

Suddenly, I realized that what the old man said was me, not us.

Looking up in amazement.

With a flick of the old man’s sleeves, a rope suddenly flew out, and the young imperial man was directly **** in a mysterious way. The young man was stunned and struggling violently. The rope he brought with him, with his own strength, actually did not struggle. Open, or perhaps the cause and effect are all destined, blood flowed out from the bite marks of the dragon teeth on the arm, touching the bones and tendons, his strength suddenly poured, unable to break free, and he was **** abruptly.

The old man opened the chain of the bullock cart directly.

Leave the part of the car behind, sit on the back of Qing Niu, Qing Niu stepped forward.

The young man said in astonishment: "Old gentleman, what are you going to do?!"

The old man rode the green cow, with regret and satisfaction, and shook his head again and again:

"You have the truth."

Then he had a rare free and easy laugh, but his tone was flat:

"Tao is different, don't seek each other!"

"Yuan, you and I have a fate so far, you enter the Western Qin Dynasty, and I leave Hangu, don't do it, don't do it."

"If you want to tie the old man, the old man will return you a fate..."

"By the way, in order to prevent fluctuations in the direction of future destiny, this memory will be sealed for you first."

The old man laughed as he did when he was young.

The old man rode a green bull, and came out from the valley, singing songs in his mouth. The young imperial man wanted to struggle, but the foundation trained by the master, after being bitten by a black dragon transformed by the luck of a country, it was difficult to break through. Can watch the old man walk out slowly.

The purple gas came to the east for 30,000 li.

The Master’s disciple was left where his destiny was. The old man broke through the world, swaying in a distant direction, the world was dark, the world collapsed, the end of the gods, brilliant and beautiful, absurd, for a long time , Maybe not so long after.

An ascetic young man saw the old man from the east under the bodhi tree.

Ten li linden trees are in full bloom.

The most brilliant encounter in history.

This era has happened twice, and another time, we have to wait for a thousand years.

The intersecting of poetic fairy and poetic saint.

Only on that occasion, the Saint, who represented the highest honor in China, was half a step behind.

………

The roaring sounds kept interlacing.

The cold sweat on Bai Ze’s forehead kept declining, and the battlefield behind him was almost heated up. When he realized Bai Qi’s strategic goal, he had already lost. The only difference was that he lost all the games, or there was still a little left in the end. Next few children.

Probably the difference is the extent to which the underpants are gone.

It's the difference between losing only the underpants. Valley

However, it seems, it seems, there is actually not such a big distinction?

Finally, Bai Ze took a look and saw that accompanied by the collapse of the pottery figurines and the dissipation of Bai Qi’s battle spirit’s will, the power of the battle formation was beginning to fall at a speed visible to the naked eye, waiting until it reached a limit. At that time, then the battlefield will be directly defeated.

That's too late!

Bai Ze gritted his teeth and reached out to push the door open.

But then realized that this door could not be pushed open unexpectedly, Bai Ze twitched the corner of his mouth.

Dong Yuefeng said: "What's the matter?"

Bai Ze said blankly: "The first emperor has partially regained consciousness... Now only he decides whether he wants to take action... This, incredible... What kind of past has he experienced, and can he quickly wake up from this situation?"

In the inner hall, the king is indifferent, dressed in black, with sharp eyebrows and a handsome face.

He has regained a trace of consciousness.

Control the blockade of Daqin Palace.

Then, starting to move slowly from the fingers, controlling his body with that ray of consciousness, he has long been accustomed to such things. He thought he would forget, but he never forgot. He didn't believe in anyone.

Even don't believe in his successor.

He does not have an emperor, and he will personally shape the world he has seen in his hands.

The enemy is coming.

After Bai Qi exhausts the opponent, he should be able to accumulate strength and take advantage of the trend.

No, it should be shot at this moment, protecting Wu Anjun at the cost of losing 30% of his soul.

The advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

The desperate emperor silently calculated.

The palms began to move.

He is actually very used to the feeling of death being forced in his heart.

Give up some things, calculate some things, use some things.

Overlooking the whole world alone.

Above the throne, it was lonely and cold.

He remembered the last time he was closest to death.

If it weren't for the person sent by Yan Dan, he wouldn't be able to let Jing Ke get close.

Time and time again, trust will be destroyed.

That time, none of the officials came forward.

outside world-

Bai Qi snorted and backed away.

The speed of his own soul's decline and death has... he has miscalculated the integrity of the pottery figurines in the imperial mausoleum.

The warriors here have gone through a fight with a peerless general.

Knowing yourself and the enemy, this lack of intelligence, even if Wu Anjun made up for it in an instant, but his opponent was not Zhao Kuo's generation, but the Xia official under the command of Emperor Zhuanxu, and the general under the command of Emperor Tian. He found the flaw in an instant, relying on divine power. Forcibly resist Bai Qi murderous.

Pressing on Bai Qi's shoulder, he charged directly forward, intending to smash Wu Anjun directly on the hall.

Smashed open the door of the hall.

The First Emperor forcibly controlled his body, his five fingers slowly clasped, and 30% of his soul began to spill out, his body slowly rose, and an invisible sword rose up. The arrogance of the first emperor, even if it consumed 30% of his soul, did not Will choose to bow.

boom! !

At this time.

Bai Ze looked up suddenly, his eyes widening.

A hole was pierced in the sky above the imperial mausoleum. It was completely unreasonable and unassuming. It was a misbehavior after he came up. Bai Ze could find out a thousand reasons and ten thousand reasons to condemn the absurdity of this behavior. but-

But it works!

The overbearing suffocation fell.

The heavy thoughts stagnated for a moment, and Bai Qi immediately seized the opportunity to break free.

And at the next moment, a figure slammed down, his knees hit the heavy spine heavily, and he hit the ground. The figure rose up and retreated. The iron eagle sword in his palm screamed fiercely as never before. The sound of the sword screamed and cleared. Incomparable.

Greatly angry: "Who is it...?!"

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Emperor Shi stopped his palm, and finally, the five fingers slowly loosened the hilt, and finally the ray of consciousness sank inside, falling into the state of sleep that should have been in the state of sleep.

Daqin·Qin Wangzheng for twenty years, palace.

Jing Ke laughed loudly, and the officials did not dare to get close.

Even if it is covered in wounds, its prestige is still there.

Only one figure swept from bottom to top, as a guard outside the temple, but was not called.

Holding the iron eagle sword, pierced into the heart of that ancient assassin.

After being dizzy for a long time, Qin Wangzheng asked, "You are my son of Da Qin, who are you?"

Outside the hall, in the memory, the youthful tone that seemed a little immature in history, and the heroic youth who walked slowly with a long sword diagonally seemed to be mixed together. One after another, the tone seemed to have never changed, as if blowing through. The faint yellow wind and sand of the vast history answered like this—

"Da Qin, Zhi Lang."

"deep."

And there seemed to be a smile in that distant vague memory.

"I will protect you."

PS: The fourth update today...Thanks to the leader of Shuiyue Qiujiang, turning Hu into Buddha was a statement that appeared in the Western Jin Dynasty. Of course, it is basically considered to be a fake. The history of this book has been double-created in this paragraph. Please pay attention to distinguish it.

Before left and right, cut Jingke. King Qin dazzled for a long time-"Historical Records"/"Warring States Policy"

Zhu Jun, I like to write, but my body tells me that you are so kidding.

Excuse me, everyone is putting an emoji bag, holding tea and exhaling picture.JPG

I feel that I have entered the old age mode. Although I wrote very pleasantly, I was very exhausted after I finished writing. I wanted to press to death the one who was planning to watch the fourth watch. Then I lay back on the bed and turned into a salted fish. With some salt, the word count may shrink by a large margin tomorrow.