"Quicksand~!Hello means~!" The yellow man reacted and shouted. The people in Tsing Yi did not panic when they saw their plan exposed. On the contrary, they said calmly, "Didn't I say it, each has its own way!" "Hmph, your method is too despicable~!" The big man in yellow was indignant.

Wang Teng looked at the audience, pouted lightly, disdainful in his heart, it was a robbery, and it didn't mean anything. "People just talk to each other. Why are they fighting each other here?" the man in Tsing Yi is back.

"Jiejie, I like to hear young people say these things, but uh, why pretend to be hypocritical, you don't say that, uh too~!" The black man smiled and pointed his finger at the white high priest. The old man in white smiled kindly and replied softly, "Brother Ji, long time no see, how are you?" The black-robed man sneered, "I had a lot of fun. I thank you for your concern. ”

"Why are you talking so much nonsense, just take your things and leave~!" The middle-aged woman with the scythe couldn't help but shout. The black-robed man replied, "No matter how anxious you are, it's rare to see anyone you know. It's okay to talk. "Hmph, what to tell him, hypocritical old liar, killing him is the right thing~!" The middle-aged woman crossed the scythe in her hand and said murderously.

The old man in white frowned, and he was a little nervous in his heart, if this impermanence really made a move, plus the Dark Council, relying on himself, but he couldn't support it, it seemed that he had to find a way to drag people into the water. After listening to the middle-aged woman's words, the black man looked at the old man in white with a smile, and the expression on his face was very interesting.

"Mrs. Impermanence said, we are old friends, where do old friends meet, shouting and killing is too abrupt. High Priest White said with a smile. "Old acquaintances!Old friends~!Ertai, you are still so shameless and shameless~!" The middle-aged woman ignored the gentleness of the old man in white and continued to say vicious things.

"Hehe, I just didn't expect that your red scythe would also touch this muddy water, your coach, isn't it always the most shameless behavior?" "Coach, hehe, coach doesn't care about this kind of thing, but when I heard this, I became interested, so I came out of the mountains to take a look. This thing, I want it to be impermanent~!" The black-robed man came back loudly. He is very domineering. The rest of the hall was silent, not daring to contradict him.

"The seasons are impermanent...~" Wang Teng muttered the name in his mouth, looking at the person in the strange black dress, what does this name represent, why are there so many strong people in the hall, facing him, the atmosphere does not dare to spread out? "It's him~! The season is impermanent......" The first snow heard Wang Teng muttering, and it took a while to come back to his senses, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Ah, do you know him again?" Ye Wenhao asked with wide eyes. Finally recovered from the first snow, his face was still a little flushed, and he glanced at Ye Wenhao fiercely, and the first snow came back: "How can I know him, he is almost 70 or 80 years old, but I have heard of him, and besides, this world legend ......"

"What is the legend?" As soon as he heard this legend, Wang Teng immediately became interested. This legend certainly represents another legend. "Legend, legend has it that Ji Wuchang is fighting against God......" First Snow said in a trembling voice.

"God is fighting...... Wang Teng's head "boom" and muttered a few words. Fighting for God, this is right, Taoism has an innate advantage, but it is also reluctant to fight in the eighth division, this battle for God, in God's words, represents that he stands at the top of the continent.

"Really?" said Arya, a little incredulous. First Snow looked at the black man below and replied, "I don't know, but I know some of his past and present deeds, as well as the origin of his name~!"

"The origin of the name?" Wang Teng thought, "Isn't this season's impetuousness his real name?" The first snow returned: "The impermanence of this season is the respect of the whole world for him." His original name was Uncle Ji Bo, and he was a top scholar in the scientific community during the six years of Zhenguan. "Champion~!" Wang Teng looked at the black robe wrapped underneath, holding a sickle in his hand, this strong seasonal uncertainty could not connect him with the number one scholar in the mouth of the first snow.

The first snow looked at the vagaries of the next few seasons and returned: "It's hard to believe, isn't it? Why don't you believe it? However, it is true. First Snow sighed, and continued: "After Uncle Ji won the highest award, the world shook because he was a civilian, and also because he was the first civilian to win the highest award in high school since the founding of Xianglong ~!"

"Civilian!" Regarding these two words, Wang Teng could fully imagine how smart Ji Boshu should have been at that time. Due to the aristocratic system of the Tianlu Continent, the class differentiation is very obvious. In general, the nobility enjoyed superior conditions. Public schools could only be attended by the children of government officials and aristocrats. If civilians want to enter the school, unless they are rich and spend a lot of money to consult Mr. Shu.

As far as the Xianglong Empire is concerned, Xianglong established the country by force and ruled the country with literature. However, the custom of good military power has not disappeared for thousands of years. On the contrary, this is even more so. As a result, the emphasis on literature has been weakened. However, fortunately, Xianglong is outstanding, and all kinds of talents are emerging. However, most of these talents came from aristocratic families, official families, and wealthy Jia families. It's too late for ordinary people to make a living in a hurry. Where is the time to learn knowledge? As for vindictive magic, it is even more distant. And it is in this situation that Ji Boshu, who was born in a civilian, was able to go to high school, which was definitely a sensation with the world at that time.

"Xiong Ji, even you don't know what this artifact represents? I'm afraid your red scythe will set you on fire~!" The white offering warned. "Hehe, Ertai, are you testing me? If it's just a work of art, is it worth your desperate efforts? I don't dare to say to others, you Ertai, but you cherish your life like gold. You ran too fast in Windy Town that year, hahaha!" The black man laughed and insulted the old man in white.

It seems that the three words of wind and rain town in Ji Wuchang's mouth angered the old man Bai, the old man named Ertai, his face changed, cold as frost, and the white jade staff in his hand actually emitted a faint white light. After the power outage, the old man in white looked at the impermanence of the seasons with murderous eyes in his eyes and said: "The seasons are impermanent, and feng shui takes turns. Are you still the same impermanence of that year?"

"Huh?" the black man snorted, raised his scythe, and asked murderously, "Do you want to try?" At that time, the tense atmosphere was at its peak, and everyone except for the two sides of the war was secretly preparing to wait for the opportunity to move. As for what to move, it is not clear.

"The first snow, do you want to continue?" asked Wang Teng, looking at the snow that stopped outside. The first snow breathed a sigh of relief and came back: "Uncle Ji is a four-walled family. He worked long hours for wealthy families and used his breaks to learn from books collected by wealthy families. While he was a top academic in high school, his 60-year-old husband died of exhaustion on the way to the river. Because this dynasty practiced etiquette, Uncle Ji had to be filial for three years, so his career was postponed. ”

Hearing this, Wang Teng breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at the black people outside, and couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy. "After three years, the mourning period expired. However, Uncle Ji was slow to get the transfer order. After waiting in Beijing for half a year, he ran out of money. In desperation, he had to measure people on the streets of Beijing to make a living. "The first snow continues.

"Luckily, another six months passed, and Uncle Gibault finally waited for the handover order. At that time, the Bohai Governor, located on the southeast coast and with three counties under his jurisdiction, was not only a military town, but also a wealthy place. In such an important position, Uncle Ji Bo, who was able to give birth to a civilian, was strongly recommended by Lin Guanghai, the director of the secretariat at the time. Uncle Ji Bo was grateful and ran to Bohai with full ambitions. Who knows, this is a more bloodthirsty fanatic than an executive. The turning point in the first snow took Wang Teng and the others who listened carefully by surprise.

"What's going on?" asked Wang Teng. First Snow sighed and returned: "It's impossible to know exactly what's going on now. Only a year after Uncle Ji Bo took office, he suddenly heard Tu Guangbohai's palace leave a message on the wall inside the palace. Since then, the world has been in turmoil~!"

"What did he leave behind?" Wang Teng asked with a pinching of his eyebrows. The first snow came back: "Ten words written in blood, the sky is not good to me, don't blame me for being unjust~!" Wang Teng muttered, these ten words revealed unparalleled hatred, and the strong desire for revenge was clear at a glance, Wang Teng was not curious, what happened in those days created today's impermanence.

After Ji Boshu went into hiding, there was no news for a while. Ten years later, he reappeared in Yufeng Town, a hundred miles from Beijing. This time, he shocked the world again. Ten years later, Ji Boshu single-handedly killed the ten gods of the Council of Light and forced Ertai, a white-clothed high priest and ninth-ranked magic teacher, to flee. However, he wears today's clothes and lives in a mythical and impermanent world. As a result, people began to call him impermanence in terms of the seasons, and his real name was gradually forgotten. ”

"Was it the First World War that brought the news that he was fighting against God?" Wang asked. "Well," the first snow nodded, "There is only one person, killing ten Dou Sheng's peak gods and forcing Ertai to escape, such strength, what is not a Dou Shen?"

"Well, I see, he is also a poor man." Ya'er sighed, and compassion immediately overflowed. The first snow pouted and went back: "Uncle Jibo, he seems to be a fickle man, his temperament is very changeable, moody, and indulges in murder. Wherever he went, his bodies were everywhere and rivers of blood flowed. In those days, thousands of residents of Yufeng Town also died the night he killed a group of Illuminati. Later, the survivors came out to prove that it was Uncle Tibo who massacred thousands of people at night. ”

Arya couldn't help but shiver and looked at the black man outside. A glimmer of sympathy just poured out of the air and was replaced by a deep fear. Tens of thousands of people could be slaughtered overnight. Is he still a person?