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It was the 17th century, in the early years of China's Kangxi Dynasty, and the scholar had been meditating on the highest peak of Mount Everest on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau for three years. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

For three years, he did not drink or eat, sat on the cold snowy peak protrusion, stared at the east without joy or sorrow, and for three years he did nothing, as if he was frozen.

At first, there were nearly two dozen people who followed the scholars up the mountain, but as time went on, the number decreased, and they either suddenly lost consciousness and froze into zombies in the process of meditation, or silently left the place.

As far as the eye can see, it is covered with white snow, and the scenery remains the same, and no one has been here for three years...... At this time, it is not the future 21st century, there are very few people who visit Mount Everest, and most of the people who can come here are 'monsters' and monsters among humans, but there are no rare treasures or sages living in seclusion, even if someone occasionally comes here, they will not be able to discover their existence, and the snow has completely engulfed everyone, and it looks no different from the stones and snow blocks elsewhere.

Today is an exception.

An old man in ancient costume appeared on Mount Everest with several servants, and his expression was gloomy after seeing the dozens of 'snowballs', and the Hu next to him walked to a few snowballs and moved them down the mountain. Mount Everest is more than a kilometer away, but the servants disappeared as soon as they turned around, leaving behind the remnants of the sun, and finally only nine snowmen remained. The old man stood tall behind them, his snow-bearded silver hair unmoving in the fierce wind, quietly waiting for them to wake up.

In about a stick of incense, all eight snowballs shattered, and several plainly dressed men and women walked out.

Some of them are dressed as Han Chinese with black hair and black eyes and buns, some have the standard of Japanese samurai, some are grassland people with long braids and full of gold and silver jewelry, and there are also blond and blue-eyed people with black eyes and eyes, and even black people with black skin and silver teeth...... They looked at each other in amazement, and then they all sighed gloomily, they were not the only ones who had gone up the mountain at the beginning, but they were the only ones who survived in the end.

There is no sense of glory, no special sense of superiority, they only have sorrow - sadness of things hurting like that.

Bai Ze.

These people of different races, different regions, different hair colors, and different appearances are all members of the Bai Ze clan...... These images are nothing more than deliberate changes they make in order to integrate into the local community.

They didn't say hello, they just silently saluted the old man (in line with the etiquette of their own appearance race), and then focused their eyes on the last person.

The snow covering him gradually melted, revealing the face of a scholar.

Compared with those who came before him, they looked more energetic, and the other eight were somewhat tired from years of meditation and practice, but only the scholar looked calm, without the slightest fatigue, his hair was neatly crowned, and his white clothes were spotless.

The elder nodded with satisfaction......

There is no vision of heaven and earth.

Bai Ze doesn't like things that are too pompous, and he breaks through the level to practice...... There's nothing to boast about, a breakthrough is a breakthrough, and they don't need to decorate anything with gorgeous special effects, they can judge a lot of information just from the breath.

Of the nine people who survived, only the scholar realm was the highest.

"What do you see?"

"Dragons. ”

"Where?"

"The East - the big island of the East that is farther away than China. ”

Bai Ze, who was the head of the Yue Dynasty, showed a hint of joy, and left after saying goodbye to Elder Yu of the scholar

Neither the elder nor the scholar spoke again, and the rest of the people had to leave one after another, and when they flew to the world, the elder spoke again: "Do you see the past or the future?"

"Future. The scholar replied lightly.

Bai Ze is not good at predicting the future, even high-level Bai Ze beasts like scholars can't accurately predict it, and the future they can capture is an extremely vague existence.

The scholar is the only Bai Ze who can see the future clearly: of course, this clear vision is only relative to the other Bai Ze.

After confirming this matter, the old man did not continue to inquire about the future.

It's hard to tell what the future holds, so let's talk about the present.

"Where are you going next?"

"I'm going to the East to see. ”

The old man asked suspiciously, "Are you going to go to Japan with him (the samurai Bai Ze of the Tsukiyo head)?" There are already three Bai Ze in Japan...... Before him, Kamibai Zehuiyin had also ......"

"I don't have the same purpose as theirs. The scholar interrupted the old man.

"My purpose has already been decided, and no one can change it...... It's you, where are you going to lead the rest of Bai Ze?"

"I plan to lead the remaining Bai Ze to meet the Qing Emperor. ”

"Then you're at your own convenience. ”

The scholar glanced at Old Bai Ze with a deep meaning on his face, and then disappeared into the white mountains.

............ Subsequently, the remnants of the Bai Ze clan began their own journeys.

Lao Bai Ze led the remnants of his clan to the Qing Kingdom to visit the Qing Emperor Aixin Jueluo-Xuanye, and was reused by the Kangxi Emperor. The remaining eight Bai Ze, who had each comprehended the Mandate of Heaven, also chose different paths.

One went to Dzungaria to help Galdan achieve hegemony, but was killed in the war between Dzungar and the Qing State, and his head was displayed to the public. (Eight remaining)

One of them went to France to fight alongside Napoleon in the French Revolution, but was ultimately defeated at the Battle of Waterloo by two of his companions, who also had enlightened on Mount Everest. (Seven remaining)

One of those two was killed on the battlefield, and the other died of illness after the battle. (Five remains.) ）

One person went to Japan and was executed as the loser in the subsequent War of the Shogunate (four remaining)

One of them traveled to Spain, but during the voyage, he broke into the forbidden ocean and was killed by Dagon (the remaining three)

One of them went to a tribe in Africa, but he didn't achieve anything from beginning to end, let alone find a king worthy of his service, and died of depression (the remaining two)

Later, the Qing Dynasty launched the literary prison, the Bai Ze clan was executed, most of the population withered, the old Bai Ze was executed by the Yongzheng Emperor, and another Bai Ze among the nine people gave up the idea of finding the Ming Lord, and the pseudonym Lu Siniang beheaded the Yongzheng Emperor to lead the remnants of the Bai Ze clan to flee, but was defeated by the master of the sticky pole (Shang Yu standby place) Ling Chi and executed, and the remaining Bai Ze clan was killed by the Qianlong Emperor in the name of the chaotic party.

Only Bai Ze remains:

Scholar Bai Ze.

Huiyin Bai Ze.

For the rest, there is no ————

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“！！！！！”

The scholar stopped abruptly and looked at Huys suspiciously. In the eyes of the scholars, Huys was filled with a strange atmosphere, a malicious gaze hidden in the seemingly clear sky, and the evil aura could not be concealed behind the white clouds above the blue sky.

It's a array!

The array under the purple cloth of Yakumo!

After a brief observation, the scholar came to such a comment, and he had already fallen into the eyes of Yakumo's purple design before he knew it. Listening carefully, the scholar found that the sound of Huysne's shouting and killing was very strange, not at all like the sounds produced by the monsters invading Huys's battle, and every once in a while these sounds would recycle from a certain stage, deliberately creating the sound of the Golden Iron Horse to make people form a wrong judgment.

"It seems that those monsters are more than lucky. ”

There was nothing wrong with the scholar's prediction - Huys had already been woven into a big pocket by Yakumo Purple, and a large number of monsters broke into Huys, and it seemed that the fierce battle between the sin bag and the youkai was just a false influence, and Connor, who was on the periphery, stared at the Huys base but didn't see anything wrong for a long time, and the soul demon spirit consciously went smoothly and didn't notice the change in the whole situation, but the truth in Huys was that the sin bag unilaterally tortured and killed those monsters.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee. ”

The strange creatures in the white bags waved their weapons at the monsters who fell to the ground, and the monsters were immersed in false dreams, and only opened their eyes when the severe pain came, but after seeing the truth in front of them, they didn't even have time to make a sound, and died with a muffled snort, and the mages who followed behind the guilty bags captured the souls of the monsters, offended Yakumo Murasaki and wanted to die? How could there be such a simple thing! Their souls naturally had to be used where they should be used, used as materials to consume, and they could never turn over.

The scholar was also one of the people who fainted on the ground, but just as the sin bag was close to the scholar's long sleeve, a Han sword was drilled out of the sin bag and split it into two, and suddenly the entire sin bag around the sin found the fact that the scholar had awakened, but Bai Ze sneered and disappeared without a trace, history erased the record of the book in front of him, and the sin bag and the mages were stunned for a moment and continued their own affairs, as if there was no such person just now.

The scholar has no sympathy for these monsters, nor does he have any intention of helping them. When Lao Bai Ze insisted on going to see the emperor of the Qing Kingdom, the scholar knew his final ending, but at that time, he did not waver in the face of the danger of extinction, not to mention the current group of rabble?

The scholar's purpose was never to find any Ming Jun, he had no interest in Bai Ze's fate of assisting the saint to achieve prosperity, and when he was enlightened on Mount Everest, he shifted his vision from one country and one place to a broader world.

The appearance of the dragon, the fall of the dragon, the monster sage, and then ...... It is the rebirth of the dragon, and finally the destruction.

...... How can people who see that kind of future care about the situation of one race, one country, and one place?

The scholar paced back and forth, his handsome face gradually outlining a sneer, and the Han sword appeared from his long sleeves, and the cyan edge slashed into the air in a flash.

Smack!

The enchantment that shrouded the scholar had shattered, and a faint white web-like crack appeared, and then a girl with short white hair with two knives appeared in front of the scholar with a stunned and disbelieving look.

The daughter of the soul demon spirit, the granddaughter of the soul demon - the soul demon dream, the court master + servant of the master of the white jade building Xixing Temple Yuyuzi, and behind this girl, there is a strange shape of the long sword standing in the ground, spreading the power of the realm to the surroundings.

It just so happened to be staggered with the soul demon, and Yakumo Zi arranged it well!

"Looks like you're the eye! Let me see what you're capable of!"

But, what does it have to do with me that you are the daughter of the Soul Demon Dream? As if he really didn't know that face, the scholar's sharp sword qi slashed towards the body of the Soul Demon Dream.

"Kill you!"

Looking at the scholar's 'layman' technique, the immature face of the soul demon dream showed a trace of disdain, and the double knives in his hands fought the scholar fearlessly, one knife went to meet the scholar, and the other knife slashed at the scholar's waist to cut it in two.

..................

Poof!

The soul demon dream was full of puzzlement.

Blood rushed out of her chest.

She didn't understand what was going on.

Why...... The scholar's sword attacked her.

No, this is not incredible - if it is a head-on battle, no matter how amazing the opponent's body and strength are, the soul demon dream will not show such a look, she will only admire the other party's ability with sincerity, even if she dies because of it, she will have no regrets.

But the current situation is incomprehensible, the sword she blocked was not raised, and the knife that was about to attack the scholar was not waved, her knife was still stuck in the scabbard and did not move——!

"Damn!"

The weird technique is definitely impossible to be done by simple swordsmanship, this must be the special power of the other party, the soul demon dream put away the previous frivolous attitude and concentrated, ignoring the blood stains flying on his body and attacking the scholar with his double sword again.

With a bang, a large piece of the scholar's scarf was cut off, and the soul Youmeng's exquisite swordsmanship instantly turned it into countless pieces - of course, this was not done by Youmeng on purpose, her original goal was to cut the scholar's head into pieces.

The best that was expected was not achieved.

But it didn't hurt! The knife in the hand of the soul demon dream also hit the scholar's hand: although it did not achieve the ideal battle situation of cutting off the scholar's palm, the Han sword had already fallen from his hand and fell to the ground.

At this moment, the scholar was bare-handed—without any weapons.

- Your abilities are indeed special, but you will pay the price for fooling me!

The soul demon dream glared at the scholar.

"Cherry Blossom ..........................."

Cherry blossoms sparkle –

Move forward at high speed, and in a split second the track will be covered with cherry sword flashes. A very gorgeous sword technique, which the soul demon dream inadvertently learned from the pruning of the courtyard - a skill full of a sense of life

It's a pity that it didn't work, and the preparatory action was not finished, and the soul demon dream suffered a heavy blow, and the girl's physical strength was passing rapidly, and when she looked down, she found that her abdomen had been cut with a thin line

The scholar had already appeared behind the soul demon dream at some point, and the Han sword reappeared in the scholar's hand, and it was covered with red blood.

"This is history! You will never be able to step out of the past! And I can erase history at will!"

———— this is a realm that Kamibai Zehuiyin is far from reaching, not only deleting and tampering with the historical records of the past, but also making a person change back to the appearance of the previous moment in history!

A white cloth enveloped the soul demon dream in it, it was the scarf that was cut off from the scholar by the demon dream before, these scarves were no longer a mass of fragments, but swallowed the soul demon dream like a cloak.

It's not as simple as being wrapped in a mummy, this scarf is like a living creature devouring the soul of Yume, and enters the dark space, where Yumu is completely in a standing posture.

At this time, the Han sword in the scholar's hand also disappeared, and was replaced by a long knife with a rough and simple handle.

In the darkness, the soul demon dream was keenly aware of the dangerous aura, and subconsciously raised the katana to block.

Bite!

Sparks bloomed in the darkness, and Yumu's katana undoubtedly blocked the enemy's attacks.

"Hmm!"

The soul demon dream let out a muffled grunt of pain.

...... However, it was useless, and the knife resisted the knife, but the soul Youmu was still injured.

The premonition that had been sleeping before woke up, and the intuition helped her predict again, and the soul demon dream picked up her weapon to defend, relying on her instinct to know how many attacks she had made.

But...... Even if she attacks, she will still get hurt.

Useless.

Useless.

It's useless!

Soul Demon Dream couldn't understand what was going on, she roared angrily and waved her twin swords, but no matter how she resisted, it was useless, and countless sword qi from outside pierced the darkness and attacked Soul Demon Dream-

Throat.

Chest.

Eyebrows.

Abdomen.

Interfemural.

Leg.

Ankle.

Arm.

The touch of the hand, the leaning of the shoulder, the foot, the knee of the foot, the saloon, the sword, all the alto.

"Zhuangzi [Ku Ding Xie Niu]"

The scholar indifferently put away the long knife.

Then, the scarf that devoured the soul demon dream exploded, and there was nothing in it that could be called a human anymore, and the white scarf returned to its original state, spotless...... Back to the scholar.

Soul Demon Dream vs Scholar.

Spike!

But the soul demon dream did not die, and the next moment the silver-haired girl reappeared in front of the scholar............

It's just that her current appearance is really unsightly, her whole body is covered with knife wounds and all kinds of bloodstains, and her clothes are all in tatters like a mess of rags.

The scholar stared at Youmeng for a long time, but she didn't find the white soul that had been with her all the time, like a mochi.

"Did you survive after sacrificing a half-spirit?"

There are many, many strange people and strange people in this world, and there are also many strange races that distinguish between incarnates and deaths...... It's not a big deal, it's just a broken tail to survive, nothing unusual.

Soul Youmu didn't answer the scholar's words, she could no longer see in one eye now, and she had to rely on a katana to maintain stability just by standing and balancing, and even if she could survive, it would take several weeks of recuperation to regain her health.

But Youmeng didn't have a fluke mentality-

Bai Yulou's half-human and half-spirit gasped, and he used his perseverance to support his body and gradually stood up, and his left and right hands holding the knife were constantly trembling, even so...... The half-human, half-spirit girl had no intention of giving up the fight.

"Drink!" The scholar raised his hand expressionlessly and burst into a shout, and the soul demon dream suddenly felt a strong wind of spiritual power rushing towards him.

The short, silver-haired girl was blown away by the current and fell into one of the houses in Huys.

I can't even move a finger.

The strong will can't change everything, and the silver-haired girl has no possibility of exploding, she finally lost to her body's instincts, lost consciousness and fainted.

Soul Demon Dream, defeated.

Status: Unconscious and fainting.

- You can't fight!