Yue Buqun was in that small shell, like a bystander, silently watching all this.

He is a ghost who cannot deliver any message.

A prisoner who does not belong on this plane.

He saw a lot of people and things that seemed to have been blurred in his memory, and those long-forgotten faces became clear before his eyes again.

But everything has changed, it's all wrong!

In his impression, he was very mediocre when he was young, and even a little timid because his parents were not in the mountains all the year round and lacked support.

It's not like what you see at the moment, it's a young sword god, the center of everyone's discussion and contention.

Maybe he did have a similar fantasy when he was a teenager... It's not even as outrageous as the one that's happening right in front of you.

Looking at those originally vague faces, the drama of competing for him was staged in front of his eyes.

Yue Buqun felt absurd, and there was a trace of panic.

His most ancient past seems to be being altered by powerful and terrifying forces.

It's like his very existence is being completely replaced by another person from the source.

It was a change that he couldn't resist and touch.

The backlash of time and space, the backlash of cause and effect, have all lost their proper role.

The Jade Emperor is completely a bully who doesn't talk about martial arts.

With super-sized strength and ability, he is striking at Yue Buqun with dimensionality reduction.

But that's the real game.

The lion fights the rabbit, and also uses all his strength.

"Jade Emperor! You come out! I know you're the one who makes trouble again! ”

"You come out for me!" Yue Buqun kept making noises, but there was no response.

His soul burns in the silence, like a moviegoer, shouting at the screen in an empty movie theater.

They are connected to each other, separated by dimensions.

At this time, the only thing he was lucky enough to be aware of the presence of the map.

Although there are a lot of treacherous points burned and the progress of the push is slow, there is always a hope.

Fortunately, Yue Buqun harvested almost the entire world's evil and obtained the original so large number of evil points that he didn't need to memorize.

Otherwise, it really can't stand burning at this moment.

In the realistic picture, Yue Buqun's father waved his hand and said categorically: "It is absolutely impossible for my son to worship the Sword Sect. ”

An old man with a yellow beard wiped his beard and said, "Qingyun! This matter is also for the sake of not being good! Let him worship under the Qingyang Sect is the best choice. ”

"Dare to ask Huashan up and down, who else has better swordsmanship than Qing Yang! Even better? ”

"Only Qingyang can protect him and keep him growing up safely."

Yue Buqun's father, Yue Qingyun, was stunned, Qi Zong's belief and the idea of protecting his son showed a visible embarrassment and struggle on his face.

The Sword Sect is clear, although he is only in his twenties, he already has the name of the Sword Saint.

As soon as Dugu Jiujian came out, few people in the rivers and lakes could be his opponents.

The expressions on the faces of the two elders of the Sword Qi Sect in the hall were also unclear.

At this time, 'Yue Buqun', who was only five years old, put his hands behind his back and said loudly: "I don't need to worship anyone, and no one can be my master. ”

"Although the milk tiger is young, it can be afraid of all kinds of beasts, and no matter how few phoenixes there are, it will not fall into the dwarf bush."

With that, he drew the sword from his father's waist and placed it in his hand.

"I am holding the sword here today, who can take the sword from my hand, who can be my master Yue Buqun."

For a while, the spirit shocked the entire Huashan.

Ning Qingyu, the head of Huashan, personally took action, suppressed the internal force and fought with Yue Buqun for a hundred moves, but failed to take the sword in his hand.

After a hundred moves, Ning Qingyu actually admitted defeat, and then laughed that there were successors to Huashan.

It was immediately decided to let Yue Buqun worship his late ancestor as a teacher and accept him as a junior brother.

Yue Buqun was also renamed Yue Qingqun.

With the change of name, Yue Buqun felt a sense of separation in his soul.

He seemed to be a little further away from his own existence itself.

This is the Jade Emperor's means, enveloping Yue Buqun's soul, penetrating time, going back to the source, and then from the original source, it began to invade and replace little by little.

Until the entire timeline belonging to Yue Buqun was all taken over by the Jade Emperor.

At that time, Yue Buqun will be the Jade Emperor, and the Jade Emperor will be Yue Buqun.

No more separating each other.

His perception of himself will be completely subverted.

There will be no resistance or resistance.

Yue Buqun also sensed this, so he constantly wanted to shake the Tree of Divine Consciousness with his soul to interfere with the growth of the little 'Yue Buqun' in reality.

He wants to compete with the Jade Emperor for the right to exist.

However, all his resistance did not have the slightest effect.

He is just a ghost that does not exist in time and space, watching 'himself' being eaten away little by little.

At the age of ten, Yue Qingqun came out of Huashan and began to challenge all parties.

At first, everyone thought that this was just a bear child coming down from Huashan.

But as one after another martial arts heroes and celebrities fell under Yue Qingqun's sword, the name of the young sword god began to be spread louder and louder.

It wasn't until half a year later that Yue Qingqun successively defeated the head of Wudang, the head of Shaolin, the head of Shaolin, and the head of Kunlun, who was known as the first in internal strength, and the head of Kunlun, who was the first in light skills, almost undisputedly won the first position in the world.

His reputation as a young sword god is irrefutable.

is less than eleven years old and the first in the world, what a shocking thing.

At the age of thirteen, Yue Qingqun created the Lingxiao Sword Technique and the Nine Weather Skills, and when he was born, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the ghosts cried and howled.

The entire martial arts has been raised to a higher level because of him.

Because Yue Qingqun chose to disclose the first half of the two ghosts crying gods.

Although all the people in Huashan opposed this matter, no one could interfere with Yue Qingqun's decision.

He seems to feel that this world is too lonely, and wants to cultivate some masters who can compete with him a little.

At the age of fifteen, Yue Qingqun was already the most powerful martial artist in the past, and there was no one who could compare with him.

What he can do, among ancient and modern martial artists, it is impossible to find a comparison and reference.

Even Bodhidharma and Zhang Sanfeng are far from being as amazing as he shows.

Even the penmanship that can be exaggerated and exaggerated in those books is not as true as the one created by Yue Qingqun.

The world has called it a fairy.

There are rumors that Yue Qingqun is really a tribulation for the God of Haotian.

Born not mortal, therefore not ordinary.

Although this statement was refuted by Yue Qingqun in public, there were more and more believers.

Just because he put a pillar of incense on the Zhenwu statue on Wudang Mountain, the Zhenwu statue that had existed for a hundred years cracked on the spot and collapsed.

At the age of sixteen, Yue Qingqun danced the sword at the top of the Forbidden City and got drunk, the sword qi was in the sky, and the pride was shocking.

That unique demeanor, even in the next few decades, may still be talked about.

The whole world was amazed by this one person.

He became the absolute focus of deservedness.

In the same year, Yue Qingqun bulldozed the Demon Sect with one person and one sword, and slashed the Demon Sect leader and the ten elders with a sword, and then one person and one boat, fluttering out to sea.

At the age of twenty, Yue Qingqun returned from traveling around the world, stepping on mountains and rivers before he was old, and his youth was still fighting with swords, proud, confident, and lonely.

But it's getting more and more lonely.

The whole world, at his feet.

But he was dismissive.

On Mount Hua, there is a cloud palace.

Twenty-one-year-old Yue Qingqun was in retreat in the Taoist palace, reading both Buddhist scriptures and Taoist books.

All the wisdom of the past and present has been brought by him, and then turned into his own use.

He is no longer just the first person in martial arts.

Calligraphy, painting, music, antiques... One business after another, he will learn it as soon as he learns it, and he will get through it for a while, and he will never do it once he gets through... Unique.

He is a peerless son.

It is a fairy admired by the world.

Year after year, little by little.

The traces that originally belonged to Yue Buqun are getting fewer and fewer, and the traces that belong to Yue Qingqun are more and more, and they are getting heavier and heavier.

But this erasure, after a certain extent, is no longer promoted.

It can be said that all the current denials and replacements of the Jade Emperor are only Yue Buqun before rebirth.

And Yue Buqun's life, his soul, and his composition are not only composed of before he was reborn.

It is also constituted after being born again.

Even the latter is heavier than the former.

Looking at the development of everything, Yue Buqun no longer 'struggled' as if he had accepted his fate.

In fact, they are waiting for the best opportunity.

He's found a way to break the game.

Finally, when Yue Qingqun was twenty-six years old, he married ten wives.

These ten wives are royal princesses, young ladies of the family, martial arts heroines, and gorgeous Oiran.

It can be said that meat and vegetables are not taboo, and the main one is all-inclusive.

At the age of twenty-seven, Yue Qingqun's wives gave birth to heirs one after another.

Half a year later, Yue Qingqun soared in full view of everyone.

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On the Chaoyang Peak of Huashan, Yue Qingqun suddenly woke up from the disciple's room.

Pushing open the window, the ugly scratch in the sky always exudes an ominous atmosphere.

Yue Buqun, who had been waiting for a long time, launched his surprise attack.

On the map lit up by treacherous points, Yue Buqun clicked on the avatar that symbolized Lin Pei.

Lin Pei!

The owner of the Heavens Chat Group.

At the same time, he is also the only disciple who, since the establishment of the connection, does not need to do more tricky points in the follow-up.

Because at that time, when Yue Buqun first selected him, he did not leave the current world, but just jumped from one place to another.

In this matter, Yue Buqun made another choice.

The chat group broke through a certain barrier strongly, and briefly became associated with Yue Buqun.

Staying in another time and space, Yue Buqun's clone in Huashan received feedback, and immediately stuffed a large amount of light from the 'God of Thoughtlessness' into a red envelope and sent it to Yue Buqun's hands.

Beep...

A dazzling light flew above Yue Qingqun's head.

It was straight and abrupt, and launched a savage provocation towards the prison scar that pierced the sky.

After an instant, blood-colored droplets seeped through the crimson prison marks.

A terrifying eyeball, attached to the prison mark, peeped down and looked at Yue Qingqun.

Rumble!

Yue Qingqun began to be confused.

A large amount of polluted information interfered with his original normal logic and reason.

At the same moment, Yue Buqun's will began to decline, falling into his body and infiltrating into his flesh and blood.

Yue Buqun did not choose to change and get back the 'me' of the previous life.

It is active integration and active absorption.

Since he can become Yue Qingqun, he can become a part of the Jade Emperor.

Then why can't Yue Qingqun be him, and the Jade Emperor become a part of him?

I finished writing two chapters early after a long absence, and I wrote 6,000 words, hoping to continue tomorrow and bring the state back little by little.

(End of chapter)