In a corner of the town, in an inconspicuous dilapidated courtyard, the two sat opposite each other, pushing cups and changing lamps, silent.

One of them was a lazy man with dirty and sloppy hair, covered in oil, buzzed with mosquitoes and flies, sometimes picking his nose and wiping his feet, rubbing his armpits with plaster stains, sometimes grabbing a dirty porcelain sea bowl, and pouring a few pieces of muddy soup with unknown tea leaves.

The spilled soup rushed out a few obvious marks on the neck, which was wiped by him, and it was like a naughty boy graffiti, and it was pitch black.

The person sitting opposite is a handsome and extraordinary middle-aged Confucian student, with a lupine scarf, his head full of black and white hair is neatly tied by a jade belt, a Confucian shirt is clean and tidy, meticulously cared for, without the slightest dust, a white jade folding fan in his hand is gently waved, the gentle cool breeze is elegant, blowing away the heat in the courtyard, and he drinks the turbid tea poured out of the coarse porcelain teapot without any discomfort.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's hard to believe that such two people are in the same room and drink a pot of tea!

"Unexpectedly, you will also quit drinking one day!"

Confucius smiled.

"The past is like a cloud of smoke, if you live again, maybe you will be like me!"

The lazy man rubbed his feet and said.

"Haha, when did you learn the art of pushing yourself and others?"

Confucian said heartily.

"Speaking of experience!"

The lazy man is concise and to the point, and he is unspeakably free and easy.

"It's a good experience, perhaps...... This is what my Dice Sutra lacks!"

Confucian was silent for a while, and even nodded in agreement.

"The Book of Divination and Dice is not lacking in anything, even if the sages have something that is not well thought out, it is what I and other juniors should do. ”

The lazy man shook his head.

"It seems that reliving a life really makes you see what ordinary people can't reach!"

Confucian star's eyes were slightly condensed, and his expression was righteous.

"When you practice the "Divination Sutra", isn't it clear that there is a great opportunity between life and death?"

The lazy man said lightly.

"It's me who has a picture!"

Confucian smiled bitterly, played with the teacup and said, "Everyone says that it is not about oneself, but you also know that it is precisely because of the cultivation of the "Divination Sutra" that you can always count the heaven and the earth, but you can't count yourself. Once things come to an end, I know that I need to go with the flow, but I always think about it in my heart. ”

"Obsession!"

The lazy man suddenly raised his head, and a pair of eyes were as bright as stars, and the terrifying essence flashed away, "You should know that if you can't get rid of this obsession, you will never have the opportunity to set foot in the holy path for the rest of your life!"

"Do people like you and me still have a chance to pursue the Holy Path?"

Confucian Sheng's shoulders trembled, and the teacup in his hand silently turned into powder and drifted away.

"If you're here to complain to me, you can leave now!"

The lazy man lay on his back.

"You guy!"

Confucian smiled bitterly, and said, "Can you give me a thorough understanding of your contact with that junior?"

"Didn't you let your own apprentice find out? That kid was not lightly injured, right?"

The lazy man teased.

"Isn't it light?"

Confucian frowned slightly, and sighed, "Before parting, I warned him that he should not be forced in everything, but I didn't expect that he would fight for the damage of the Holy Dao with his natal essence and blood, and he would ...... it."

"Did you not expect it? Or did you not think about it? Or did it happen naturally? As the saying goes, knowing the son is more than the father, and only the apprentice is the master, will you not know that your apprentice is as paranoid as you?"

The lazy man sneered.

"You, you, are still so unforgiving!

”

Confucius shook his head again and again, and said depressedly, "That junior doesn't know who or a strange treasure has covered the heavens, and he can't calculate half a point at all, although I expected Ren Liu's impulsive move, but I really didn't expect that he ...... Hey!"

"Humph!"

The lazy man snorted noncommittally, and said lightly, "Don't beat around the bush, just talk about the meaning." ”

"Look at what you mean, it seems that you are not worried about his life and death at all, I think that the old bug will definitely return in vain this time!"

Confucius looked at the lazy man, and said with a terrifying glint in his eyes, "I want to know what you think most of the truth. ”

"What's the use of knowing this? Besides, with your current status in Baihualou, what information can't you get?"

The lazy man frowned slightly.

"What if I say I want to go against the sky?"

Confucian said solemnly.

"Are you trying to ......?"

The lazy man's eyes suddenly froze, and he said in a deep voice, "I see, I heard that kid say that in the Qianlong Abyss, Hongyao conspired with others to set up the Seven-Star Command Technique to deal with him, but unfortunately it fell short. Looking at Shenzhou, the places where such secret techniques can be performed are no more than five fingers, and you are so sure that they come from ...... Tiangongyuan?"

"Not sure, but at least 50% sure!"

Confucian shook his head slowly, his eyes were indescribably silent, "There are three thousand avenues, and there is no righteousness, but those who claim to be righteous will beat our cultivation as a side door, wantonly suppress and exclude, and even Confucianism is also high-sounding, saying that 'the gentleman is righteous, and the villain is profitable', and the merchants, craftsmen, and artists are put into the cheap industry, completely ignoring the righteousness of the hundreds of schools of thought in the Middle Ages to fight against the demons, how can our generation be bullied by others as pigs and dogs?"

The lazy man glanced at the Confucian student dressed up and sighed silently.

If it weren't for his deep obsession, he would not have dressed up as a gambler, dressed up as a Confucian child, for the injustice suffered by his ancestors.

"Even if I die, I will fight that person again!"

Confucian Sheng said loudly.

"I won't tell you, I look at this son, not to mention the cleverness, the heart is not paranoid, but there is a trace of evil, not that he is an evil demon, but a real wisdom like a demon, counting people and themselves, step by step, not only has the way of soldiers, but also has the art of vertical and horizontal, and it is difficult to figure out!"

The lazy man was silent for a long time, and then muttered, "If the Seven Stars approve the fate of the Bureau, it is really related to the Heavenly Palace Courtyard, with his character, he will never give up!"

"Good!"

Confucius snapped the folding fan, slapped his palm heavily, and said proudly, "Since this is the case, I will help him to break the dragon slaying technique of the Great Dream of the Wei family in the Tang Dynasty first!"

"You mean, that kid even provoked the Wei family?"

The lazy man was surprised.

"Not bad!"

Confucian Sheng smiled and said mysteriously, "I previously learned that a son of the Wei family has found the opportunity of the Holy Dao, not surprisingly, most of it should be on this son, as long as I pull it a little from it, push that person, make his foundation unstable, everything can be solved!"

"Hmph, be careful to steal chickens and rice, that one is not easy to mess with, maybe he will stare at you now!"

The lazy man pursed his lips and said, "Calculate the time, the old bug should have blocked that kid, right?"

"Hey!"

The five fingers of Confucian Sheng's right hand pinched at will, and said with a smile, "No accident, that old bed bug is in trouble!"

......

At the same time, tens of thousands of miles away on the border of Minzhou, in front of an unknown hillside, the red lotus stroked the qin, and Wu Ming lay on his back on the boulder, drinking the liquor freely, looking comfortable and envious.

Suddenly, the colorful gray light on his right wrist flashed rapidly, and the Poison Jiao Emperor poked his head straight out, spitting out a letter, a pair of vertical pupils as bright as stars, vigilantly swept around, and after just half a breath, the entire body dispersed into a large cloud with a pop, enveloping the entire hillside.

"Ahem!"

Wu Ming's face suddenly turned pale, and he coughed several times in extreme discomfort.

"Young Master!"

The red lotus's delicate body was soft, and she lay on the yaoqin.

What is creepy is that everything around them has not changed, except for the two of them, their expressions gradually withered, especially the red lotus, whose hair is covered with a layer of unnatural gray and yellow.

"The dignified and half-saint Venerable, aren't you afraid to laugh and be generous when you use such ghostly tricks against me and other juniors?"

Wu Ming waved his hand over the red lotus, endured the discomfort, and shouted loudly.

Snort!

Before the words fell, the colorful gray mist turned by the Poison Jiao Emperor turned out to be like a blazing fire cooking oil, and it seemed that ice water fell into it, making a terrifying dense snort, surging violently and shrinking, and finally only enveloping Wu Ming and Red Lotus.

"Master, my power has been absorbed!"

Loach weakly reminded.

"Yes, yes, born with a different species, it is really extraordinary, it is suitable for this saint to have this opportunity!"

A shrill laugh came, but I felt that the world was dark, and I saw a hunchbacked old man, like a demon coming out of hell, slowly coming.

Rao is Wu Ming's heart is as strong as iron, but when this voice entered his ears, he suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, as if the heavens and the earth were pushing the internal organs, and even with a body of spirit that had been tempered for thousands of years, he was shaken by it, and it seemed that he would collapse at any time.

Even he was like this, let alone the unstable red lotus, this woman's eyes were white, and her ruddy skin was gray and curled up with wrinkles at a speed visible to the naked eye, only the demonic lotus flower pattern at the center of her eyebrows flashed, exuding a strange power, enveloping it, and only slightly alleviating the vitality and dissipation.

"Huh!"

Wu Ming was cold, and his fingers pinched without a trace.

Airplanes!

The golden and jade-colored light and shadow flashed, and the dragon turtle phantom roared out proudly, and immediately turned into a thin veil, enveloping the two of them, completely isolating the strange power scattered between heaven and earth.

"Hmph, you don't need to use that to scare the old man, you killed the half-saint of Baihualou first, and destroyed the law and discipline of the human race, and everyone will be punished!"

The hunchbacked old man's dark green eyes condensed slightly, and he sneered and stretched out his right hand, and the black glow on his index finger suddenly appeared, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and pointed at Wu Ming's eyebrows from afar.

What is terrifying is that at the moment of his finger, the black ghost light on it seems to be condensed by a powerful ghost, and the sound of a ghost crying wolf looms between heaven and earth, as if a ghost was born and wants to subvert the world.

Shout!

The next moment, the ghostly light surged out, but instead of pointing at Wu Ming, it stabbed obliquely to the side, and in the chaotic world dozens of zhang away, a blood-blue light and shadow appeared strangely, and a figure inside pointed out indifferently.

There was a piercing crack, and the two almost identical, but completely different breaths of the fingers collapsed, forming a Jedi of about dozens of feet between the two, half of which sneered, and countless small pits like the eyes of needles appeared, densely spitting bubbles, dispersing fishy sweet poisonous gas, and half like a cold hell, everything froze.

And among them, a man in Tsing Yi and an iron mask stood with his hands in his hands, exuding an indifferent aura that no one could approach, and he was actually a hunchbacked old man, and he was obviously also a semi-saint powerhouse!

"That's what you're relying on?"

The hunchbacked old man's eyes flashed with a green light, and he looked at the masked man gloomily, "Old man, no matter who you are in the Demon Sect, if you know each other, leave quickly!"

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