"That kid and the old man are both cultivating the primordial divine way, but the old man has only mastered the skin, but he has mastered the essence of the gods! The old man has not been able to jump for a few years, but he is only a little older!" The old man closed his eyes, and the monstrous momentum on his body disappeared. Zhao Guangyi stood aside www.biquge.info completely stunned, and even forgot to sit down.

"Primal Divine Dao?" he didn't understand at all, because the old man's cultivation of divine skills was too mysterious, too broad, and too profound! This old man seemed to be completely unaffected by the changes in the sky, and was still drifting away on the Yuanying Avenue, while the other divine martial artists, including Zhao Guangyi himself, had all re-cultivated after the catastrophe five years ago, without exception.

"You won't understand. When the old man was young, he had to get the nicks on a meteorite outside the sky to cultivate this kind of "Great Dao", the so-called Great Dao, that is, the Great Dao, is a great enlightenment, it is easy to say, and it is easier to cultivate, but people who have not experienced it and have not had an epiphany of the subtleties in it, even if they hear it a thousand times or ten thousand times, they will not be able to understand it, let alone cultivate it! Therefore, those who do not realize the Tao do not need to bother with any thoughts!" The old man paused: " Not to mention that kid has the essence of the Great Dao, that is, his courage to be fearless in the face of danger, his wisdom to advance and retreat, and his heart of not being shocked by honor and disgrace, are not comparable to the chaotic masters of the heavenly or earth lists, can such a person be a mediocre talent?"

"......" True King's face has been completely occupied by an incredible expression at this time. In his impression, Yinchen had no cultivation at all, and he was almost a genius, but when he got to the mouth of He Lao, he became a rare genius in the world. "Could it be that he is still a hidden master?" Zhao Guangyi opened his mouth, but he never asked this question, because even if he was a prince, he had the courage to doubt this old man's judgment.

He Lao, whose full name is Venerable Blood River, began to practice divine skills at the age of seventeen, comprehended the killing path at the age of twenty, and reached the peak of Jindan at the age of forty, and then it took another thirty years to break through the realm of Yuanying , a pair of yellow-like claws, tearing the sword door on the previous generation of the head of the snow ruthless, one claw can smash the holy water faction of the previous generation of the head of the god spirit woman into a ball of minced meat, the current masters who died under the claws, can go around the palace in a circle, of course, also by the ten major sects at that time jointly hunted down, as a last resort, he has been incognito for more than ten years, as a martial arts man, teaching the law, but the disciples he taught, all of them are madmen, just sneer at the popular magic skills in the world, and they are all so powerful that they don't want to, the blood abuse magic masters are like slaughtering pigs and dogs, and they gradually broke out of another one by the reputation of the apprenticeThe fierce reputation of "criticizing the world" simply became the first fierce man at that time. Now, he is incognito again, hiding in the prince's mansion, countless thieves and assassins died tragically under his claws, such an old man full of legends, for such a young man who has just emerged like Yinchen so much, can not help but surprise Zhao Guangyi, the real king feels that even if it is a dream talk, it is unlikely to come out of the old man's mouth.

But Zhao Guangyi couldn't help but believe the old man's words, because in the field of divine skill cultivation, no one could question the old man's words, not even the head of Hanshan Temple, the abbot of the Kuzen Master.

Zhao Guangyi opened his mouth, rolled his eyes, and reluctantly threw out a question, not letting the scene cool down: "Then Old He, you see, it must be a good thing for the soul to be with that master?" This is the question he wants to ask, in fact, what he asked He Lao to talk about is not Yinchen's ability, but the huge aura that reflects each other when the soul of the prince Zhao and Yinchen are together.

This problem is his heart disease, he is really worried that his son has committed the emperor's life, and the imperial brother in the red wall of the deep palace will know about it, and it will cause the disaster of annihilation!

"It's fate. He Lao said firmly: "You can't hide, you can't hide from it, if you don't see it today, you will see you in the future, you are a person in your forties, can you still accompany Xiao Lingyun for a lifetime?"

"Life?" Zhao Guangyi was suddenly startled: "Is it a disaster?"

"No, it's fate, and it's not the life of the two of them, not even the life of our imperial court, but the fate of the world! This kind of fate can't be touched by anyone, and once it is touched, it will definitely die!"

Yes, tomorrow the real king will have to change the table.

"It's good if it's not a disaster! It's good if it's not a disaster!" Zhao Guangyi exhaled a long breath, and before he knew it, he was already half of his body in a cold sweat, and his son Zhao Soul, who was actually named Zhao Lingyun, made a fake name in order to suppress the imperial qi in his real name, otherwise he would be in big trouble when he walked out on the street and was seen by people who were angry.

"It's certainly not a curse, it's a joy. He Lao said in a low voice: "These two children are all emperors, but they do not conflict with each other at all, but complement each other, this is a rare thing that has not been seen for thousands of years, so you, the father, should pay attention! The imperial spirit on Xiao Lingyun's body can no longer be suppressed, his real name must also let the people below shout, only when there are more people shouting, can it become the climate." ”

"The one in the palace?"

"The bandits in the north are going to put their knives on their necks, do they still have time to care about this?!"

"Then the seat called someone to prepare?"

"It's not busy, only when the two of them become friends with each other, can this matter be mentioned, okay, your tea is not bad, let's have some more." ”

The real king Zhao Guangyi made a joke, so he went to make tea in person, and his movements suddenly became brisk for some reason.

He wouldn't think that his identity as a prince could have anything to take into account, after all, he was serving, but he was the number one martial god in the world.

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[March 6, Showa 8]

Yinchen got up before dawn and took the lesson plan he had written to the place where Shizi was in class. "It's clear that the son of the world is Shaobao, but when he comes here, he becomes Taibao, and the difference in one word is the difference between the companion and the gentleman. He looked at the simple little study and couldn't help frowning: "The carved beams and paintings are beautiful, and the furniture is exquisite, but it is useless, there is no projector, there is no projector, there is no projector, and there is not even a blackboard...... I kind of know why Xiucai is so difficult to test-" He muttered to himself, flicking his sleeves fiercely, and a curtain of light appeared out of thin air, this is the terminal of the Canonikor civilization.

He quickly uttered a large "incantation", and the light curtain changed into a teaching light curtain that could display words and pictures, and he did not dare to play the video and sound, because he was not sure if it would scare the delicate boy.

He waited, as a gentleman, naturally he would come earlier than the delicate student, although he had come a full hour earlier!

Waiting was boring, so he simply stood where he was, opened the realm and cultivated, now there was no water and fire in his realm, only the two powers of light and darkness.

In the realm of light, meadows, snow-capped mountains, temples, and seraphs are all available, and the armor on the angels' bodies is full of bright flames, and the iron swords in their hands are also replaced by huge ice crystal swords, which are sharper and more brilliant.

In the dark realm, the sky of bones, the blood-stained ocean, and the pitch-black castle on the isolated island are still the same, and the black-robed flying evil wizards can not only shoot black shadow arrows, but also shoot blade-like bone spurs from the tip of their staffs, or a series of murderous lightning, fast, fierce, and terrifying at the same time.

The realm of light and darkness has become more and more perfect, and the endless holy war of the illusion level produced by the hedge of light and darkness has become more and more inhumanly cruel.

At any time, Yinchen felt that the time of cultivation passed the fastest, an hour was two hours before the crossing, and it was gone in a flash, and when he felt that someone was approaching in the field, Yinchen quickly put away the field and put on a high-ranking appearance.

The door of the small study opened, and three people walked in, led by the cold and "delicate" prince Zhao Soul (real name Zhao Lingyun).

Silver Dust stared at Zhao Soul with his silver-white eyes and did not speak.

Zhao Soul also stopped, a pair of light purple eyes stared at Silver Dust tightly, looking like he was going to duel him, and after a while, he withdrew his gaze and slowly sat down.

Silver Dust's gaze always fell on him, seemingly completely ignoring the other two, in fact, the performance of the other two had long been clearly observed by him.

The other two, one of them had a venomous complexion, and it was really not easy for his dignified facial features to put on that expression. In the end, the person had an indifferent expression on his face, and his standing posture was also unrestrained and elegant, and every pore of his body was spraying the breath of an artist.

Silver Dust was just cultivating, and no magic could maintain it, so the light curtain dissipated, but the Kanonikor civilization terminal was automatically archived, and when he unfolded the light curtain again, it was the illustrated interface, so the silver dust at this time was equivalent to hiding the high-tech teaching equipment that exceeded the current technical level. The three of them didn't notice when they came in, or rather, they didn't pay attention to the golden spots of light and black particles that filled the room.

"This gentleman, please!" Shizi Zhao said in a very cold tone, but the soul of Shizi Zhao was respectful on the surface. There are also many rules in the real king's mansion, such as the rules of this class, that is, the prince sits down and signals that he can speak, and the gentleman can speak, otherwise it will seem that the gentleman has no temperament. Of course, this is a superficial statement, in fact, because the Southern Empire has two hierarchical systems, one official rank and one noble rank, and between the two, there is also a noble hierarchy, so although the prince Taibao is the teacher of the prince and is greater than the prince in terms of official position, but in the aristocratic rank, the prince Taibao is a "noble retinue", and he does not even have the lowest title, so he can only be regarded as a retainer of the prince.

Yinchen didn't know that the two princes before him, although they were very strict with the soul of the prince Zhao, but in fact they didn't dare to do anything to the prince, it was impossible to punish the prince with a stick, and the scolding and scolding should also be proportionate, not insulting the surname of the prince was the most basic requirement, and the most submissive trick for the prince was probably to "sue the parents", after all, the real king Zhao Guangyi was also a serious and responsible father.

Yinchen didn't know this, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it, in fact, he could see more than Shidoucai, and the master led him into the door, and he practiced to see the individual. Yinchen got the order of the prince of the world, and knew that it was time to show his hand, so he tilted his head slightly, and asked in a slightly relaxed tone: "Did His Royal Highness the True King say what you came here to study?"

As soon as he spoke, the true prince was stunned on the spot, and there were two people standing behind him, both of whom snorted disdainfully, and one of them even said directly: "Sure enough, it is a waste who eats and drinks by charlatans." ”

Yinchen raised his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the old Confucian who spoke, the man had white hair, described as withered, a wrinkled face was almost like the face of a pit viper, in the pale yellow eyes, the upside-down pupils showed his snobbish and yin character, the bridge of the nose collapsed, and even the eyebrows, if it weren't for the shape of the eye sockets was normal, I was afraid that he would really be regarded as a monster.

"Who are you, what are you doing here?" Yinchen's heart had already ignited a little anger, but his expression was still relaxed, and his tone was quite casual, as if he was asking someone who didn't matter.

"In Xia Kong Hongkai, by the grace of the emperor, he was added as the great sacrificial wine of the Hanlin Academy, and received the post of Taibao of the prince. Born in the lower class, he has written and engraved for the emperor in the Taihe Hall for more than ten years, and he can only supervise the son of the world. But you, Huangkou Xiaoer, don't learn or know what nonsense you have used to temporarily gain the trust of His Royal Highness the True King!" The so-called Confucius said loudly and froth, his words were quite humble, but the high-minded and smug meaning in his tone could be heard by anyone.

"Kong Hongkai? It turns out that you are Kong Hongkai. Yinchen originally wanted to provoke the other party with the sentence "Where did you come from, go cool down", so that the prince could see the true beast face of this so-called Sven people, but as soon as he heard Kong Hongkai's name, his face darkened on the spot.

If nothing else, just because in the Yin Shanluan case, the one who danced the most happily was this "Confucius"!

This person is not so much a celebrity in front of the emperor, but a male pet on the bed of the queen mother, relying on being the head of the face and indeed having a little bit of literary talent, sitting in his current position, he is the invisible "propaganda minister" in the post-party, full of benevolence and morality, full of male thieves and prostitutes, framing Yin Shanluan is just a small achievement among his many great achievements, his real ability lies in how to mentally enslave himself and the people around him, and be a pigtail man without braids.

His articles are either boasting of the self-denial and forbearance of the Southern Empire, or boasting of the powerful armament of the slaves in the northern country and even the Jianzhou, and the "laughing and beating", "love your enemies", "anger and hatred, unyielding blood, are the most life-threatening tumors" and so on, are completely like a free prostitute who has been fucked and applauded. Under the guidance of the lofty theory of "prostitute spirit", while talking about the high-sounding truth, righteousness, integrity, and virtue, while allowing the enemy bandits to humiliate his compatriots, he also made a little fresh daughter who was "happy with friends from all over the world". The so-called heretics, in the eyes of Silver Dust, are not at all astronomers who propagate heliocentrism or astrological orbit calculations, but are precisely these social garbage who openly use morality to kidnap the whole people and secretly turn their eyes on anti-human behavior.