Airplanes!

There was a muffled sound, and the string broke.

Yue Pingchuan got up and bowed, "Please go on the road." ”

The scholar in the green shirt chuckled, "The old man has a book of soldiers, and he wants to be used by future generations, but he has been cold for many years, and he is afraid of thunder, because he has not yet written a book, and there are many regrets." ”

Calling himself an old man.

His eyes fell on Li Ruyu and sighed secretly.

This son has the appearance of a fish and a dragon.

It's a pity that creation makes people, and time is also fate, so let's give him a book of war first, and whether we can meet again in the future depends on their creation.

Yue Pingchuan shook his head, "The legacy of the military book is the scourge of war after all, sir." "I'm a little worried in my heart, if Li Ruyu gets this art of war, what will he grow into in the future?

The Tsing Yi scholar also shook his head, "The sin is not in the instrument, but in the human heart." ”

Yue Pingchuan wanted to say another word or two, but was interrupted by Li Ruyu, I don't know why, I suddenly wanted to say: "If there is a troubled world, you should stop killing by killing, being in the sea of blood, your heart is bright, and I will stop the disaster with my fearless blood." It is a book of war that can also be a blessing to the world. ”

The eyes of the green-shirted scholar lit up.

The gun-wielding boy who had been silent on the side was taken aback, then looked at the sky and shook his head.

It shouldn't be that person.

Yue Pingchuan was touched in his heart, so he changed his mind, and nodded after a long time, "Reasonable." ”

turned back to the Tsing Yi scholar and said, "You write a military book, and the thunder is in my hands." ”

The Tsing Yi scholar chuckled, and said calmly and indifferently about things that are taken for granted: "Why bother the prince, although the old man does not have the divine power to kill the enemy, but if he wants to leave, the prince and the prince can't stop it, but now in the world, there should be no people like the old man born, so the old man will sit back and watch the world for some time!" ”

The scholar in the green shirt took the pen and ink on rice paper.

Drop the book.

Clouds of blood suddenly rose from the sky.

Just like when the master drew his sword, the thunder that struck was not white, but blue and purple.

Tsing shirt reads but writes books.

When the thunder fell, he didn't raise his head, and said softly: "Big fish don't swim." "—Note 1.

It was a very light sentence, so light that only Li Ruyu and Yue Pingchuan beside him could hear it.

It was another very heavy sentence, as if it resounded between the whole heaven and earth.

Words are instantaneous.

Wind born.

Water rises.

The wind swept the water column, and there was a golden carp rising in the sky, blocking the thunder with its body, and the thunder also burst out in the ashes.

The Tsing Yi scholar continued to bury his head in the book.

Li Ruyu and Yue Pingchuan were dumbfounded, watching the master of the fishing city hang a sword on the heavenly river, just like a sword fairy in the world, and now the green shirt reader who is fishing straight to the hook said that the fish jumped into the water and blocked the thunder with his body.

The fish of the Bianhe River is like a soul.

Just because he fishes straight on the hook?

Or is it because he says that the big fish don't swim, what kind of demon alien is this?

Sage!

Only saints can do that.

The two of them had a lot of thoughts, especially Yue Pingchuan broke out in a cold sweat, it turned out that he was leaving, and there was really no one to stop him.

On this day, at the Huilong Bay in the upper reaches of the Bianhe River outside Kaifeng City, the thunder is rolling endlessly, the blue and purple thunder is useless, the blood clouds in the sky are crazy, and when the blue turns to blood red, it sweeps through the sky and splits down, and there are black cracks like hair in the air.

But it is still blocked by countless big fish in the Bianhe River.

Put down the pen and the book is completed.

The Tsing Yi scholar looked at Li Ruyu with a smile, and said earnestly: "Remember what you said, stop killing with killing, be in the sea of blood and turn your heart to the light, and stop the Zheng Zheng military disaster with fearless blood, and the old man will give you another sentence." ”

"The world is not the world of one person, but the world of the people. Those who benefit from the same world will gain the world, and those who are good at the benefits of the world will lose the world. ”

Li Ruyu was silent for a long time.

Do it respectfully to the end, "Xie Taigong's teachings will never be forgotten." ”

Yue Pingchuan stared at the green-shirted scholar with strange eyes, the green tendons in his hands were bursting out, and he almost wanted to call out a gun and shoot.

With the last words of the scholar in the green shirt, the sky thundered again, and there was no thunder in the swirling blood cloud, but only a thumb-thick lightning bolt slashed down.

like a thin thread that runs through heaven and earth.

Thin lines are colorful.

Cut the heavens and the earth, and divide them into two.

The colorful thunder was silent, wanting to kill the saint who revealed his identity.

The scholar in the green shirt laughed, held a fishing rod, and sat near the water.

Yang Tian said: "Big trees don't grow." "—Note 2.

The world will be in chaos, and I hope you and others can turn the tide.

The saint didn't even tremble, he just sat there quietly, without the slightest movement, as if he was just taking a nap in the afternoon.

Sit without falling down.

The fragrance is pervasive and wafting in the wind.

On this day, on the bank of the Bianhe River outside Kaifeng City, a vision was born.

First, there was a strange fragrance, and then under the Taigong's body, there was a spring grass that violated the common sense of the season, which sprouted and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a while, the Taigong's body was covered and spread along the way.

At the same time, the Bianhe River is surging, countless swimming fish gather from all directions, neatly and regularly worship the Taigong who sits near the river, and the heads of 10,000 swimming fish gather in one side, the long tail is swaying, and it is extremely spectacular.

But it's quiet.

The group of white geese behind the courtyard, after singing a few times, brushed the ground together.

There was a crunch in the distance.

Countless birds came over the sky, but in a matter of moments, thousands of birds hovered low in the sky, and they did not go for a long time, which was spectacular.

In the distance, out of sight, countless beasts crouched on the ground in pain.

The flock is arrayed, the birds come to the court, and the beasts lie on the ground.

Posture of a saint!

After a long time, the swimming fish and birds dispersed.

Taigong, who sits near the river, has become a grass mound, with green and evergreen within a radius of more than ten meters.

But it's vibrant!

Yue Pingchuan could feel it, the third son with the gun could feel it, and Li Ruyu could also feel it.

The saint did not die.

He just sat there and stared at the world.

Maybe one day, when the world needs him, he will rise from the grass mound.

Yue Pingchuan was dumbfounded, and it took a long time before he said, such miracles are the same as when Fan Wenzheng Gongxian went, this Taigongguo is a saint.

Maybe this time it's your mistake?

Li Ruyu was speechless with shock as he held the new book with the fragrance of ink.

I have seen many aliens who have been killed by thunder, such as the stupid son and the widower of Sun, and they can't escape a meaty and dirty end, but the death of this prince was born with a vision.

deserves to be a saint.

But is he really dead, and why is there life in the mound?

Yue Pingchuan let out a long sigh and quietly gave the third prince with the gun a look.

In an instant, while Li Ruyu was defenseless, the third son shot out like a dragon and stabbed at the grass-covered green-shirted scholar.

Li Ruyu couldn't stop it, and was about to make a move but stopped.

There was no blood.

Sanshizi looked strange, and after the spear pierced into the grass mound, it seemed to pierce into nothingness, where there was nothing.

Yue Pingchuan's expression was even more strange, and he just said.

Since the spear can't be broken, presumably this saint's grass mound is also invulnerable, and the boulder is not covered.

The saints don't deceive!

After a long time, he said to Li Ruyu: "You can take the military book." ”

Why do I, Yue Pingchuan, need this book of soldiers.

Looking up at the sky, "You're running out of time." ”

Li Ruyu looked at the sage Kuszuka who had been dormant for many years, and finally seemed to be dead, and when he was hesitating, Yue Pingchuan waved his hand, "It's okay, I will protect this place." ”

The saints of the Western Zhou Dynasty?

You might as well wait, if he will really be born again in the future, to see if he can clear the way of the world.

May you also become a saint in the world of Daliang.

In the world of Daliang, if the woman is really tormented by the war, it is a blessing for the common people to have such a saint come out to clean up the mess, so I let this saint sit here quietly.

Leave a hope for the world.

Li Ruyu turned around and left when he heard this.

The master and Xiaoxiao are in Kaifeng City, don't worry, but the little boy is a powerless little Lori, if Yue Pingchuan is really unscrupulous, it is really troublesome.

So this bet is the best way to solve it.