A person who shouldn't have had an accident just had an accident!

Not only was everyone surprised, but they didn't expect it, but even Wu Ming was quite surprised when he heard about it.

When he saw this old man with a one-sided relationship again, even if he had the ability to never forget, if he hadn't already remembered his breath, Wu Ming would not be able to associate him with the old man with unparalleled medical ethics, benevolent heart, and youthful face.

Sun Buming, the medicine immortal medicine king Wanjiasheng Buddha, the old fairy concubine of the medicine king valley.

At this time, although the hair is still gray, there are some withered grass, the ruddy cheeks of the past have wrinkled into orange peel, and the eye sockets are sunken.

The smell of medicine is like nothing, and at this time, it is full of decay and decay, and it is about to die, even more than the ordinary old man in the twilight, even Wu Ming couldn't help frowning.

This is no longer a simple dying qi, but a body of pill qi, turned into erysipelas, and because of its lifelong alchemy, the fierceness of erysipelas, almost poisonous killing ordinary semi-saint ability.

If it is not for the breath that remains, with a breath and its own will to suppress erysipelas, it is difficult for living beings to approach the places where they pass.

Once it falls, its own vitality returns to heaven and earth, and it is not the treasure land of the apricot forest of chemical doctors, but the ferocity of poisonous gas.

Don't look at this old man's alchemy and cultivation all his life, and mistakenly think that his strength is at the bottom of the same level, if he really holds such a mentality, he will definitely die very hard.

In particular, Sun Buming himself was still the son of a sage, and the Medicine King had cultivated to an extremely strong state.

As soon as life and death are specified, life and death can be born and born, and vice versa.

Moreover, he has practiced medicine all his life, and has made friends all over the world, compared to Lu Jiuyuan, and even if he can't rank at the top of the various treasures he has accumulated, he must be one of the most difficult existences in the same level.

But it was such an existence that he was so badly injured that he even had only one breath left, and even a little obsession, which made him force himself to return to Chang'an.

"Have you ever thought that it was Sun Wei's hand?"

Wu Ming sat beside Sun Buming, and didn't ask who did it, but asked like this.

"Hey, what's the difference?"

Sun Buming smiled, his voice was old and hoarse, but it was indescribably free.

"yes, it really doesn't make a difference!"

Wu Ming was silent.

Although this possibility is very small, Wu Ming has seen all kinds of life in his two lives, and the world is hot and cold, so he doesn't mind at all, and thinks about human nature in a bad way.

Whether sex is evil or good, there is no difference between an existence like him, it is just the attitude and habit of life, and that's it!

"At a young age, my mind is so heavy, be careful of decay before I get old!"

Sun Buming said abruptly.

"You always look at it, don't you also worry about spending your whole life?"

Wu Ming said with a smile.

"You kid, it's time for you, and you don't know how to save some face for my old man, and say that you respect the old and love the young?"

Sun Buming blew his beard and glared, pretending to laugh and scold.

But the decay of the body to the extreme, and the waist like a bridge arch, are all in decline, indicating that this old man with unparalleled medical ethics is about to die.

"Hah!"

Wu Ming snorted and didn't pick up.

"You are really a master who does not suffer, according to the usual practice, shouldn't you ask me what other wishes the old man has now?"

Sun Buming said with some annoyance.

"Hey, you always talk and laugh, on identity, you are the son of an old fairy, on connections, the little medicine king has friends all over the world, on wealth, and has been hiding in his life as a doctor, even the sages are sideways.

As long as you always ascend to the heights, don't say that there are countless disciples and grandchildren in the Medicine King Valley, looking at Shenzhou, no matter how barbaric the demons are, I'm afraid they will rush to complete it for you, and there is no shortage of kids!"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"Hmph, you, you're extremely smart, you want to take the road alone, and you can't look down on the old man's belongings and connections!"

Sun Buming's eyes showed regret and disappointment, and he shook his head lightly and said, "One can cross the hearts of the people, can't go against fate, can't pass the way of heaven, I hope that the little friend will do it himself!"

"The Tao is good, the very way, the name is famous, the name is not famous!"

Wu Ming smiled, wanton and free, "I beg for my own way!"

"I'm a good one, I beg for my way, I hope you can walk out of a different way!"

Sun Buming's cloudy eyes flashed, his breath suddenly condensed, as if he was revived, and said in a Ling Ran tone, "Let Li Kid come over to see me!"

Wu Mingjian raised his eyebrows, got up slowly, solemnly bowed to the old man to the end, put away the jade box on the table, and walked out of the courtyard slowly.

"Linyuan, Linyuan, you did find a good heir, found a different heir, hey, I'm not bad brother, I hope you go slowly, the old ghost of the Wei family is not good, when the time comes, our brother can still be a companion, woo...... Ahem, ahem!"

Sun Buming muttered, his breath gradually recovered, but his face became more and more pale.

Originally, it was as warm as jade, the spring breeze blows the willows, and the warm sun shines on the world, but at this time, it is as intimidating as a sheathed sword, revealing an indescribable edge.

This kind of situation, anyone who has a little insight knows, but it is just a return to the light!

Airplanes!

At this moment, a streamer of light passed through the courtyard and landed in front of Sun Buming, which was a mottled ancient coffin.

There was a heavy crack, and the lid of the coffin opened by itself, and out of it came a humanoid monster about a foot high, with two horns on its head, with blue and black scale armor and green fangs, and a hideous demon-like monster.

"Uncle Shi!"

The demon glanced around a little blankly, and when he saw Sun Buming, he was suddenly stunned, his eyes were red, and he fell to the ground with a red eye, and kowtowed in a crying voice, "Uncle Shi, who is it, who is the murderer?"

"Idiot!"

Sun Buming chuckled and shook his head, pointed out, right in the center of the demon's eyebrows, and said lightly, "Medicine King finger, life and death, flesh and bones, yin and yang, life and death intentions, all in one finger."

It can help people to be kind, and it can also ignite demons, everything is determined!"

Airplanes!

Before the words fell, the jade fluorescence appeared, and the thin fingers that were reflected against it were like natural jade, but they melted directly, submerged into the demon's eyebrows, and gradually permeated his whole body.

"No, Uncle Shizu ......"

The corners of the demon's eyes were filled with tears, his eyes showed pain and admiration, and his mind flashed that when he first entered the sect, he was ostracized by his peers because of his identity, and he was not treated by the teacher.

I met an amiable old man and gave him guidance and guidance from time to time, which finally made him successful in medicine.

But I don't want to, goodbye will be such a situation, and the other party wants to give him all the art industry through the medicine king's fingers.

I didn't want to accept it, but I was powerless to resist, and I didn't want to refute the old man's kindness and last wish.

Under the medicine king's fingers, the demon's scale armor softened, as if it was a green coat, and the human form of Zhang Xu Gao shrank like an ordinary person, but it was slightly longer, the blue color on his face faded, and his fangs disappeared.

In the end, he turned out to be a young man with a long body, a handsome and resolute face, and a sad face, and it was Li Donghu!

"One thought is a demon, one thought is a person, all in one thought, I hope that the old man is entrusted to non-people, I hope you will do it yourself!"

After Sun Buming finished laughing, he turned into ashes and scattered, and there was nothing left.

"Master!"

Li Donghu kowtowed and wept.

......

"One thought is a demon, one thought is a man!"

Wu Ming, who was gradually moving away, suddenly turned around and looked at the depths of the courtyard, his heart, which had already been in the ancient well, was slightly flustered again, and there was a touch of sadness between his eyebrows.

In the world, there is never a shortage of respectable and admirable people, and they will always warn future generations in ways that ordinary people can't expect!

Lu Jiuyuan is like this, Sun Buming is the same, and that old Mr. Wei Quyang, all of them are like this.

"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you!"

Wu Ming smiled wryly in his heart, and seemed to look at a certain place in Chang'an.

There, there was also a faint cry, and there was also a breath that dissipated, if nothing else, it was the famous dragon slayer who passed away!

Wu Ming can imagine that if he hadn't been born, the two would never have died.

At least, not now.

In this battle, most of the two elders will shine, and even condense their own holy path, and walk out of their own way in the troubled times.

It's a pity that the world is impermanent, and they met Wu Ming, who was unparalleled in luck.

I saw the new people laughing, but I didn't hear the old people crying.

Wu Ming couldn't laugh, although he was sad, he didn't intend to be sad, and he didn't allow himself to be weak.

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and a generation of new people replaces the old!

Perhaps, as early as the later generations of Shaolin, when they saw the old sweeping monk who was completely destroyed, all this was already doomed!

It's like the fire-headed monk standing in front of him.

"Amitabha!"

Huineng clasped his hands together, his fat big face seemed to be thin, and he seemed to be fat, no matter how fat or thin, his face was full of dust but it was difficult to hide his sorrow and sadness.

"There's Master Lao!"

Wu Ming returned to the Buddha.

Such a solemn appearance really made Hui Neng stunned, some inexplicably rubbing the door of his smooth brain, but the next moment he was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, jumping three feet high, waving his hand again and again.

"No, no, no, this is too precious, I can't do it, I can't do it!"

Huineng dodged again and again, so that everyone who noticed this scene was dumbfounded.

Who is Wu Ming?

Calculate the saints, and succeed, kill the demon emperor, and be at ease in the world.

But now, he is holding a Baoguang glazed sword and a Wanyin robe, and the fortress is given to a fat-headed, big-eared, and well-dressed monk, many times in a row, but he has not succeeded.

That's it, the fire-headed monk flashed and moved, there was a hidden sense of Zen, and it was a back-to-basics charm!

"Amitabha!"

In the unknown corner, there was a slightly low, bitter Buddha name, a handsome as jade, rich and turbid monk, shaking his head and disappearing without a trace.

Shenxiu, who was born in Shaolin Temple and is the first person in contemporary Buddhism, can only touch the skin of returning to the basics with supreme Buddhism.

But now, Huineng, the fire-headed monk who was expelled from Shaolin back then, was able to go through a few moves under Wu Ming's hands, although the latter did not use all his strength, but it was enough to see Huineng's extraordinary.

"Take it!"

After all, it was Wu Ming's superior skills, and the dazzling flickering and moving did not last long, and then he paused, Wu Ming grabbed Huineng's hands and gave him a sword and a robe.

Huineng had a bitter face, but he couldn't pick it up, and he couldn't push it back, his face was full of bitterness.

"I promise you, you won't fall into the devil's way!"

Wu Ming turned around and left, ignoring the Chang'an City Protector Array, and disappeared straight into the sky.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

The sound of loud chanting spread all over Chang'an, like Hong Zhong Dalu, like a promise, like a prayer, and even more like a goodbye!