Museum of Demons

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Shi Yi's expression did not fluctuate, and he nodded to the key point. The latter was not as stingy as Shi Yi, who could run around in the work clothes of the fishery staff, but was wearing handmade clothes that were obviously made of good materials and of great value.

Although He would go to work because of Shi Yi.

But that doesn't mean that He can't make money in other ways.

Although his character is arrogant and arrogant, he won't **** and deceive, but as a **** at the top of the Great Wilderness, it is a treasure that a cultivator in the world can hardly see in his life.

There are stars in the universe that are all made of diamonds and gems.

And stars that rain gems, like Kepler 2b. .

Although the name of this star is a bit cursing, the area that is on the 'night side' relative to the earth will have torrential rains of sapphire and ruby.

In theory, as long as he doesn't mind the trouble, he can directly use the mythical mode to cross the galaxy, as much as he wants. Of course, this is a waste of time, even if he is too lazy to travel that far just for a gem.

The God of Supporting Heaven threw a bottle of wine that was worth a lot of money in the world, and said with a smile:

"Remember that you said you were going back to the Great Wilderness, and I'll send you off."

Shi Yi didn't say anything and took a sip of wine.

The **** of support casually said:

"You want to send Nuwa soil to those twelve difficult guys?"

Shi Yi nodded and let out a turbid breath:

"I owed a lot of people before, and this time I have to pay them back."

By the way, spread ideas initially, cut off the shackles of ideas, and pass on the flames.

In fact, Shi Yi didn't tell Wei Yuan that he had collected the cultivation methods of the world during this period of time, and successfully created a cultivation technique, named "Xinghuo Dao". As long as the cultivation technique has a true meaning, what he created must have a true meaning. This method of practice is also from the shallower to the deeper, step by step.

It is similar to Daomen Xiaoyao, Confucianism Haoran, and military power and tactics, and it also seeks the truth.

It's just different from those methods that constantly strengthen self-existence.

The true meaning is the things that He has realized during this period of time. It requires practitioners to let go of their own obsessions and desires, and take the great road of the world as my Tao, and the desires of all people as my desires. Because they have no self, they can be great and transformed It is the same as the world.

Because they do not seek and do not fight, the world cannot compete with them.

The more people who follow the core of the "Marxist-Leninist Mao Anthology", the faster they practice.

And the more eager to plunder, the more it will be like a demon, unable to advance an inch.

This practice method will fall.

That is to say, the more willing you are to devote yourself to the state of mind of creating an equal world, the more suitable for the practice of this practice, and the practice needs to save those oppressed creatures, and you need to practice your own ideas in order to improve your cultivation. , And through the practice concept, we can better understand the correctness of this road.

Self-cultivation is improved again, and the state of mind is as solid as iron.

It can also help more living beings.

is a forward cycle.

However, based on Shi Yi's inference, if the state of mind can make the world's great wish as my wish, and can take the pursuit of the world's equality as its own path, then it is enough to initially do it, mobilize the level of the world's general trend, and can take advantage of the situation to fight, but only One thing is, if you do this, it will be hard to live forever.

But Buddhism and Taoism can't do it either.

Just as Taoism seeks the truth and I am detached, Buddhism has a lifetime of enlightenment.

Practitioners of this Dharma will never pursue personal aspirations such as longevity and longevity.

Realm - no self, universal love, world harmony, and the last step.

The last realm, Shi Yi thought for a while, named it Scarlet Tide.

The red color is like a raging flame, the fire burning the three realms, and the fire of the heart converges into a tide, proving that all people have no self.

He looked at the volume of "Marxist-Leninist Mao Selected" and sighed regretfully:

"It's a pity that I am a hundred years late."

This time, He is planning to spread this cultivation technique to the Great Wilderness.

Let's see, what will burn in the future, it may take a long time, and it just so happens that the most important thing Shiyi lacks is time.

Although the God of Supporting Heaven knew what Shi Yi had seen during this period of time, he was disdainful of those written records, which were just thought up by those who had nothing.

Just according to what they said, Shi Yi itself belongs to the highest class.

He didn't even think about the possibility of Shi Yi betraying his class.

After drinking with Shi Yi, the God of Supporting Heaven laughed loudly and said, "Then Shi Yi, you can do what you want to do with peace of mind, and I will be responsible for this on the human side."

Shi Yi nodded, suddenly thought of something, and said:

"How do you know that Wei Yuan and the Kunlun Mountain God in the world are the same person?"

In his mind, he thought about what happened in Qianling before, the scenes he saw from the memory of the so-called empress, the breath of immortal flowers he felt from her body, and the idle chess that he played, but he didn't explain it. He just laughed and said, "This, the mountain man has his own plan!"

Shi Yi shook his head: "Are you Zhuge Kongming, what are you doing with these words?"

"Forget it, I'll go first."

He watched Shi Yi leave, raised his neck to drink, took out a pill and took it. The pill contained a majestic aura that was not inferior to the immortal flower. It was the elixir of immortality from the Great Wilderness. Swallow, the broken arm recovers at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He is the **** who supports the sky, restoring his arm and regenerating his broken arm in the ordinary sense. Completely two difficulties, shook hands again, and whispered: "Finally gone..."

"Whatever you're going to do."

"It would be good to make this world a little more chaotic, and that would be more fun."

"However, after this dead brain left, I can finally let go of my hands and feet to do something."

The **** of support whispered.

When the Lord of Years found his own way and left the world for some reason, the God of Supporting Heaven also loosened the **** in a certain sense. He turned to look at this vast world, and looked at the world of the East China Sea. The more and more violent divinity, looking at the Kunlun Mountains like the jade dragon and snow, the ancestral courtyard of the dragon and tiger in the world.

He took a deep breath and muttered to himself:

"Are you coming?"

"Come on, mess up, hahahaha!"

The **** who supports the sky is heavy, the strength is the first, and the combat power is tyrannical.

Domineering, majestic.

Weird conspiracy.

as well as…

Because it has been held back for thousands of years.

Currently a fun guy.

…………

Jingle.

Wei Yuan pushed open the door of the museum.

The sky was getting a little dark, but in the middle of the museum, the Overlord of Western Chu and the Great Qin Wu Anjun were still indistinguishable on the chessboard, and…

It stinks badly.

It's the same sentence, being able to play chess and play such a dish, but also play this kind of momentum.

It is truly unparalleled.

The old man next door, who came to join in the fun, praised again and again. Now, I haven't seen such a stinky person playing chess for many years. The old man is a little moved. slaughter.

He took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Xiao Bai, and Xiao Xiang, it's alright."

"This time it's better than last time."

"Slowly progress like this. One day, the two of you will not dare to play chess with you two old guys, haha."

Of course, this is just an understatement.

It's that white lie.

After all, these two men with good temperament.

The level of chess skills is about the level of being violently killed by elementary school students who have been in a hobby class for a semester.

That's it... quack killing.

The corners of Wu Anjun's mouth, who won because he was better at strategic planning, twitched.

Just the right move.

Chu Bawang's anger rose instantly, and he took a deep breath. In this life, Xiang Hongyu's calmness and reason made him say slowly, "It's just a game, it's nothing." This time, before Wu Anjun opened his mouth, The neighbor over there refused to recognize him and said, "Then you can't say that."

"In this game of Go, there is a big truth about the formation of troops. Look at the encirclement and slaughter. It is said that if you know how to play chess, you will know a lot about the art of warfare. Those famous generals and commanders must be all Go everyone."

Xiang Hongyu frowned, pointed to the chessboard, and said:

"Then here... if I go straight, who can stand it?"

The neighbor's old man was stunned and said, "This, this is not in line with the rules."

"What rules?"

"Of course it's the rules of Go..."

Xiang Hongyu snorted coldly, he was always calm when he met the middle-aged man Wu Anjun in front of him, and he was always angry. You besieged."

"I chiseled out from the north."

"Oh...then I'll..."

The two of you glanced at me and said a word, and somehow the morning chess came again.

Xiang Hongyu was furious: "How could you eat my handsome chess with a mere pawn?!"

As a man of the ages who pierced through the siege of hundreds of thousands of troops overnight, finally gave up his horse, and still had the strength to kill hundreds of people with a sword by himself, Xiang Hongyu felt that this was almost an insult to himself, a soldier? Even if you are a regiment, you can't even surround him!

As long as the overlord of Western Chu does not lose his temper, he will not die.

Even if Han Xin was surrounded and all the heroes of the world came together, he still pierced through. If it wasn't for the old peasant pointing the wrong way, or if he chose not to cross the river in the end, Han Xin commanded an army of millions, and he would never have wanted to keep him.

The corners of Wu Anjun's mouth twitched: "This is the rule."

Xiang Hongyu was furious: "What rules!"

The old man who likes to play Go can't help but sigh: "Where are you still playing chess?"

"Really, everyone knows that playing chess is a strategy that can simulate a battle..."

"How can it be like this, it's a mess."

Only Zhang Liao next to him has unconsciously straightened his back, his expression is solemn, and his pupils are slightly shrunk. From the understatement of the two people next to him, he seems to have seen a top military strategy and military situation strangling each other, this is not Go, this is almost a sand table martial arts.

The Qi family's military spirit was somewhat puzzled: "Those two are obviously first-class geniuses."

"Why can't you play chess?"

"Because Go has rules."

Someone answered.

Qi Jiajun's war spirit turned his head and saw the museum owner who had just returned holding his arms and leaning to one side, watching the verbal confrontation between the two over there, and said: "Go has rules, and the game needs to consider balance, but the reality is that there is no These, whether it's rules or balance, are to protect the weak."

"Mr. Wu'an's strategy and Xiang Yu's bravery cannot be restored by chess pieces."

"Those so-called whimsical behaviors that do not conform to the rules are normal to them, like drinking water. Liu Bang, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, was already one of the first-class commanders of that era, and he was considered by Han Xin to be able to command 100,000 soldiers. Commander-in-chief, the army of more than 500,000 people was crushed by 30,000 people with the momentum of victory.

"Reality is much crueler than games."

"Because reality has no balance."

"The two of them, who are full of reality, feel trapped when they play games."

Wei Yuan thought of another old friend.

The old Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain is still addicted to vegetables.

Why so delicious.

Because of relying on a sword to pierce the battlefield, the old Taoist really acquiesced in his heart that he could do it. In reality, the game characters could not beat the old Taoist with one hand. In self-knowledge, there is only a tower. A sword thing.

Then the old Taoist instinctively stepped up.

Then there is none.

Qi Jiajun wondered: "Then why don't you learn to adapt to the rules?"

Wei Yuan couldn't help laughing, he patted Zhanhun's shoulder:

"Those guys were born to break the rules and the impossible, so how could a proud person choose to take the initiative to put on the shackles? Impossible..."

"Just like a swordsman, you must always have unrivaled confidence in your sword. When your heart is weak, the sword will be dull. If you have a shackle in your heart, the sword will be dull."

Wei Yuan suddenly thought of something, thoughtfully.

Therefore, the old Taoist cooks more dishes in the game.

Does it mean that a sword in his reality is transparent and has not been stained for decades?

Even if you are ranked ninety-nine in a row.

The old Taoist is still in the game, with a sword in his hand, he is invincible.

Dragons and tigers are super gods, and they kill them randomly.

Well, then kneeled.

Game quack.

Killing outside the game.

Well, but is it possible to look at the scope of the old Taoist games? For example, if the old Taoist is still a reckless man in the God of War 4 series games and does not dodge at all, is it possible to think that this old Taoist was really in his youth when he was young? Northern Europe has done something similar.

In other words, as long as the old Daoist has a sword in his hand, he will kill the gods without saying a word?

As long as I kill the enemy in advance.

Then I don't need to dodge.

Full marks for logic.

Wei Yuan complained in his heart, thinking that the flower shop just now was closed, and looked at the painter: "Is Jue at home?"

Empress Vodka said: "Oh, Miss Jue said she had something to go out, and Tai Qi also followed."

"And that photo."

"Ok."

Wei Yuan nodded, with Tai Qi following him, there shouldn't be any problem. When he returned to the quiet room, he saw that Bai Ze was still studying the formation method tirelessly. Bai Ze's creed seemed to be that, either don't do it or just do it. The type that can be done in one go.

As for why?

He said he didn't even know when he would resume work after taking a break.

The so-called salted fish, even I am afraid.JPG

Wei Yuan threw the breath of Shi Yi's years to Bai Ze, Bai Ze opened the box, sniffed, and said contentedly:

"It's this flavor, the goods are very pure."

Why is this so like a picture of trading some kind of small powder, UU reading www.uukanshu.com What movie did you watch?

Wei Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth, sat down, looked at some of Bai Ze's perfect formations, and said, "By the way, Bai Ze, I have an idea."

"what?"

The museum owner mused: "Since it is said that fate can be used to pull them back."

"Can I rely on Ah Liang to bring back all those related to him? Not much, just a few people."

"Several people?"

"Yes, for example, Shui Jing Ba Qi will do."

"Huh? Who?"

"Aliang, Xun Yu, Jia Xu, Guo Jia, Zhou Yu, Pang Tong, Xu Shu, Sima Yi."

"???!"

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