Murda slowly got up, his eyes full of blood, which was already a bloody color as far as he could see. With a blurred vision, he saw that the Praetorian Guards around him were all over the field, and the tattered Han military flag had fallen on the dusty battlefield.

The flag can't fall! If it falls, the confidence and conviction of the Han army will completely collapse.

He struggled to prop up his body and crawl towards the military flag with his injured arm that had turned out, and the corpses all over the ground were piled up into bloody mounds, and the smell of corpses and pungent blood in the air could not stimulate the numb nerves at all. The only thing that sustained him moving in the river of corpses and blood was Qingqi's belief.

In the distance, there was another sound of bullhorns. Within a few seconds, all the sunlight was suddenly obscured. Murda struggled to look up, and countless falling blades formed a dense rain of arrows that had already spread all over the world. He struggled to roll over, ducked into the crevices of the surrounding corpses, and quickly pulled another corpse in front of him. In an instant, a torrential rain of bows and arrows suddenly descended on the plain, which had been dead for hundreds of miles.

Through the gaps between the corpses, Murda saw that the few Han soldiers had fallen to the bottom like harvested straw at this moment. He had no time to feel heartache, for the rumbling hooves of horses in the distance told him that the onslaught of the enemy's iron horsemen had begun again.

The roaring sound of horses' hooves poured into Murda's stimulant, and he pushed away the corpse beside him, and stood up with the best of his strength, grasping the banner of the Han army. At the moment when both hands gripped the flagpole, a javelin flew through his heart. Murda opened her mouth and could no longer breathe. The eight hundred Praetorian guards who followed him from birth to death have been wiped out. With 800 infantry to resist thousands of iron cavalry, it seems that Liu Bang wants his life! Resentful, disappointed, helpless, Meda was no longer able to hold the flagpole.

He felt as if he had been stripped of his body, like a raw turtle being stripped of its shell alive, and was pulled out and thrown into a dark whirlpool with sharp pain. He was not alone in the dark whirlpool, and there seemed to be a multitude of figures drifting forward with the whirlpool until their feet touched the ground.

Murda's feet were weak, and she couldn't speak, as if she was being pulled by something. The only sight in front of me was a blood-red flower, which had no leaves or stamens, only blood-colored filamentous petals in full bloom. And in addition to the endless darkness around them, are those red flowers that seem to be bloodthirsty.

Meda was pushed by something again, and he floated into a team like duckweed in the water. The ranks are full of warriors walking forward. Everyone was silent, shaking their bodies weakly and moving forward slowly. Many of them were Praetorian Guard sergeants he was familiar with, and he tried to shout their names as hard as he could, but his throat was so blocked that he couldn't make a sound no matter how hard he tried. His pace seemed to be controlled, and he did not listen to him at all, nor could he walk quickly to greet his brothers who were in trouble together.

I must be dead, I must be taking the Huangquan Road!

Before Murda could think about it, her shoulders were suddenly clamped by two hands. The strength of these hands was too strong for him to bear, as if they were going to crush his shoulders. Murda tried to break free, but the sharp pain in his heart made the nerves in his body numb. The hands slammed into the ground and pulled him up, and as soon as he fell in the direction he was going, Meda fainted.

It took a long time for Murda's consciousness to slowly return. But he couldn't open his eyes, and could only hear the conversation between the two people dimly

"This kid has an empty body of variables, and no soul of variables. It seems that the benevolent man is invincible, and he still hasn't realized it. ”

"yes. Looks like I'm in a bit of a hurry. But judging from the Sansheng Stone of the Underworld, he is indeed a "fusion person". Do you have to send it to the ghost realm to realize the "realm as you wish"? That's just too cruel to children. ”

"Definitely. But how can enlightenment not be painful? In order to be able to return to the same five paths, I still try again. Such a fusion is rare for a thousand years, so don't miss it. Let's stop sending it to Shura City. It is the ashram of the high monks of Shamo, and it may be there for an epiphany. ”

The two men stopped talking. Just now, the hands grabbed Murda's shoulders tightly, but this time it was obviously not that strong. Suddenly, the ten fingers of these hands suddenly grabbed into the muscles of both shoulders, and the painful Murda's eyes were about to bulge out.

This grasp made him glance at the appearance of the two people. One is dressed as a Han general, very powerful and serious. And what grabbed him was an impermanence dressed in black and sticking out a long tongue!

Before Murda could blink an eye, his head was jerked into the water. With Impermanence's hands pinching his neck, Meda had to open his mouth and swallow several mouthfuls of water. Strangely, as soon as this water was imported, Moda didn't know anything.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already a sky full of stars. It's just that he couldn't move, and could only feel the cold, solid stone ground beneath him. I opened my eyes and looked, and I was lying in a grotto. When he looked at the top of the cave, a faint blue mist suddenly hit his face, and his mind was suddenly filled with memories of a person. It's just that this memory seems to be poured into his brain, and he has a splitting headache in an instant. Within seconds, he woke up suddenly.

Murda bounced up, and his eyes were full of swarthy Shura. These Shura are emaciated and no different in size from ordinary people. It's just that the skin on his body is gone, revealing traces of muscle fibers, as if the skin has been peeled alive and then air-dried.

Before Moda had time to think about it, seven or eight Shura had already quickly rushed to his side, stretching out two withered claws and poking at him. The buttery, shiny nails looked disgusting on the withered paws. Murda drew the scimitar at his waist and slashed at the room full of Shurag. He used the sword technique of Xiongnu melee combat, which was very effective against these Shura. It didn't take long for the arms, thighs, and heads of these Shura to be cut off to the ground. However, it seems that every Shura can't really be killed, even if only his body is left, he has to move desperately to attack forward.

After Meda slaughtered the Shura in the cave, a figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the cave. The figure had its back to the moonlight, but from the silhouette it was a naked woman. Murda was shocked, and when his eyes adjusted to the dazzling moonlight, he realized that it was the beloved he had been thinking about for a long time and did not dare to confide in his heart.

The so-called beauty under the moon is the love of his heart that is shown in front of him. Murda's heart was beating violently, and each beat made him more excited and impulsive. The woman turned and fell to the ground, her plump buttocks facing Murda

"Murda, you want me. What you want, what I want is what I want to give. ”

Murda clearly sensed that he was already in his veins, and the only shred of reason he had had been washed away by his completely congested body. He had just rushed behind the woman's buttocks, and before he could rip off his clothes, a pair of withered claws behind him had been deeply embedded in the back of his heart.

Murda's body shook, and the withered claws that pierced into his chest had already grabbed his heart, and the sharp pain had not had time to reach his brain, and his heart had been twisted by these withered claws.

He felt himself pulled out of this body alive, and was thrown into the dark whirlpool with excruciating pain. Only this time he was alone walking in the endless darkness, and the only thing that accompanied him was those blood-colored flowers. Not long after he walked, the hands clamped his shoulders again, and the sharp pain caused him to faint again.

Murda couldn't open his eyes, but he could still hear the conversation in his ear.

"No, no. Although this "man will win the day" is not as difficult as "the situation can be turned at will", there is still no way to make this child have an epiphany. Tossing back and forth like this, I am afraid that I will lose the rare "variable body" of this thousand years. Then we will really have to wait for another thousand years for the fusion of the five realms. Why don't you go to Mount Tai first to cultivate "the invincible benevolent"? ”

It is the impermanence of the underworld that speaks. The Han general next to him shook his head again and again

"That's a little bit fast, too. Let's let him slowly come to his senses. Go to Shouyang Mountain first, maybe Mr. Mingyang of Lone Bamboo can help him understand it. Although it is slow, but from cultivating "soil", to cultivating "seeds", and then to "changing lives", if you can slowly cultivate into a lonely bamboo "full bamboo", it can be regarded as "integration". ”

Impermanence nodded and said

"Guzhu's method of "changing his life" is indeed very good. But only those who have the talent can go to the mountains to practice. Now that the end of Qin is about to be in chaos, heroes from all over the world are flocking to it, and talents are already gathering on the mountain. I don't know if Lu Dao is blessed to be accepted as a disciple by Mr. Mingyang. ”

After Zhuangzi, there has been no "full bamboo" in Huaxia, and Mr. Mingyang is also looking forward to the next "full bamboo" to benefit the common people soon. He has always helped the world and cherished talents, and Moda's "variable body" is enough to make him tempted. I don't think it's a problem to accept him as a closed disciple. ”

The general was very confident in Murda's "variable body".

But can he get through the lonely trilemma of "teacher difficulty", "love difficulty", and "family difficulty"? And in order to make Meda have an epiphany, how many people's memories and lives have we used! It's good to say that the memory is good, just let him drink the water of the Lethe River every time. But all the lives have to be repaid, and he has to die dozens of times before he can return Yangshou. ”

Impermanence looked at Meda with a look of pity on his face, looking at Meda who had been tossed many times between the underworld and the sun. The general patted Impermanence on the shoulder

"The experience required for enlightenment is not something that can be encountered by one person in a lifetime, and you still have to take all your lives together. In order to make this "variable body" fully comprehend the "Five Realms Fusion", it may be necessary to lend him more lives. Looks like this kid's nightmare is going to be a while away. ”

The general and impermanence were just about to lift Moda and send him to Shouyang Mountain, when they were stopped by a monk who had just entered the door. "Master Samo! How did you get here. ”

The two hurriedly saluted the master, and the old monk returned the salute and looked at the bloodless Moda with a frown

"If you repeatedly let his wandering spirit take his life, it will damage his good karma. If you escape into the devil's path, you should know in your hearts how much disaster the "variable person" can bring. Let's let it go, how to change his life depends on his own creation, no matter which of the "five paths" to cultivate, it is best to go with the flow. ”

Impermanence also felt a little impatient, so he folded his hands

"The master is right. We have just discussed, let Mo Da go to Shouyang Mountain to find Mr. Mingyang to repair the lonely bamboo "Manzhu". ”

Master Samora stroked his palms and smiled

"Good! You and Mr. Mingyang thought of going together. He also asked the old monk to ask the two of you, can you let Moda be his lone bamboo disciple for a few days? ”

The three of them looked at each other and smiled. Master Samor said

Although the cultivation of "full bamboo" is slower, it is natural to follow the law and is the way to perfection. What's more, Moda is a "body of variables", and he may be able to cultivate "full bamboo" faster than Zhuangzi back then. I would like to ask Impermanence to send Meda back to the place of origin, so that he can start from scratch and practice the Lonely Bamboo Method with a clean slate. ”

As soon as Master Samor finished speaking, Impermanence reached out and embedded his ghost hand in Murda's shoulders, and with the strength of his arms, he threw his ghost back into the modern era.