Master Hu Tu held the golden scroll in his hand, no matter whether this was the icy Changbai Mountain, or Zhang Zhiwei in front of him, he tirelessly flipped through and practiced, and completely entered the point of selflessness.

With full dedication, there is no bottleneck in cultivation, and the answers to all questions are instantaneous, and it is impossible to tell whether it is the real answer or the delusion of a crazy person.

In the process, he felt the power, every joint opened like a valve, and the torrent of power washed over the blood vessels and nervous system, reaching every corner of the limbs.

Countless mathematical knowledge echoed in his mind, some he understood, some he didn't, but it didn't matter, unlock ...... Unlock them all.

"The congenital leader of Zhou Tian, the change of Zhou Tian, and the transformation of me into a king...... The congenital leader of Zhou Tian, the change of Zhou Tian, and the transformation of me into a king......"

"I have mastered all the changes in the heavens and the earth, and I am king!"

Master Hutu roared and jumped up, and the extremely complex Qimen pattern began to expand violently from under his feet, and the scope was so large that it covered a mountain.

He stood in the middle palace of the Qimen Bureau, overlooking the surroundings, and moved the four plates at will, the auspicious and vicious and shengke of this piece of heaven and earth were all in his thoughts.

"Hahahaha, it's done, I'm done!" He burst out laughing.

After laughing, he looked around, there was no one around, he was still in Changbai Mountain, but there was no snow around, and it seemed that a long time had passed.

"By the way, where is Master Zhiwei?"

Looking back, he felt that there was a problem, but he didn't know what the problem was, so he could only think of a self-justifying statement.

"After passing on my means, don't want any benefits, just leave, go away, hide your merit and fame, you are worthy of being the master of Zhiwei!"

As for why so long has passed...... He just thought he was in retreat.

There is no time for cultivation, it has been a thousand years in the world, this is normal, it is normal, he kept persuading himself like this in his heart, and then his clothes fluttered and he went out of Changbai Mountain.

Following the memory, he returned to the Shuzi Gate, he couldn't remember how he came back, and the thought came back as soon as he moved, as if he was switching scenes in a dream, no logic was required, and he could directly switch to the next scene.

But he vaguely remembers that he seemed to have come back by train, and there were many people on the train, and he also helped a couple with children to save them from being harassed by human traffickers, and he also took care of the gang of traffickers and saved many trafficked children.

"Something is wrong, something is wrong, it's strange, this feeling ......!"

The feeling that something was wrong grew stronger, but he didn't have time to think.

Because, he returned to the Shuzi Gate, but he didn't see familiar people and things.

I only saw the devastation all over the ground, as if it had been plowed by artillery fire, and turned into ruins.

This sudden panic suppressed the uneasiness in Master Hutu's heart.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and scanned the ruins, the entire gate was reduced to ashes, only half of the plaque was spared, leaning diagonally on a pile of ruins, the hot smell of burning mixed with the smell of vomiting burning.

He walked in, stepped on it, the Qimen Bureau unfolded, and with a move of his hand, the Qimen Bureau seemed to lose gravity, and everything floated up, scattered in all directions, and piled up all over the sky in pieces.

This revealed a large number of charred corpses buried in the rubble.

"Ah......hh Haiwang, Haiwang! ”

Master Hutu's face changed, and he screamed and rushed to the charred corpses, half-kneeling on the ground, frantically digging through the corpses, identifying them one by one, trying to find the body of his son.

But the corpse was so badly damaged that it had long been unrecognizable, and he couldn't even distinguish any of them, which was undoubtedly very unreasonable.

But he didn't think much about it, anger and sadness almost filled that heart, occupied his mind.

"Who did it, who did it, who attacked my Shuzi Gate?"

Master Hutu roared and roared.

In the dark, Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the "national teacher" next to him who was using his means.

This scene is very familiar, the last time he was in the interior scene, he was calculated like this.

However, he hugged Yuan Shouyi, and his spirit and spirit were almost integrated, and the national teacher couldn't shake his thinking, so it couldn't work, but Master Hutu was obviously controlled.

Before, he disturbed Master Hutu's mind with his soul, and then took advantage of his unpreparedness, approached violently, and pulled his soul into the interior scene, everything he saw at the moment was an illusion made up by the "national teacher".

"Haiwang?" Zhang Zhiwei looked at Master Hu Tu who was frantically rummaging for the corpse, looking at this, he attached great importance to Hu Haiwang, but during the Jiashen Rebellion, he learned that Hu Haiwang and the head of the whole sex bowed, he was the first to execute Hu Haiwang, brought the body over, and gave an explanation to all the heads.

At that time, the rootless student hadn't recalled everyone for the second time to comprehend the miraculous skills, but simply worshipped.

In other words, Master Hutu executed his son, not for any Eight Wonders, but because his son colluded with the head of the whole sex, which might destroy the Inhuman alliance that had finally united to deal with the Japanese Kou.

Master Hutu kept rummaging through the corpses, and he found a shocking charred corpse, but it was already unrecognizable.

Maybe the son is no longer here, maybe the son has been in it for a long time...... Master Hutu was only half-kneeling on the ground, frantically digging through the corpse.

Inadvertently, a broken golden copper coin was turned over by him.

This is a special six-line coin, with some patterns around the money, which is a special gift, and it is a gift he gave to his son when he taught him how to count.

He trembled as he picked up the coin, remembering the scene in his mind.

A small, tiger-headed little guy stumbled out, holding the six coins in his hand, and said with an inviting face: "Father, father, I will learn the six hexagrams!" ”

He was overjoyed, and lifted his son high and spun it around, and the yard was filled with the lively laughter of children.

The son is very talented in magic, and before he taught him the art of the six lines, he learned the six hexagrams.

So, he took out six big coins, engraved the patterns that his son liked on them, and began to teach his son the art of money.

Under the setting sun, one large and one small stand in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The big one said: "From today on, you must treat them well, treat them as the most important partners, believe in them unconditionally, and entrust your wealth and life to them, so that they will not fail to live up to your trust!" ”

The little one said, "Well, I will treat them well and practice them every day!" ”

This familiar scene made Master Hu Tu in a trance, when he was young, he also swore in front of his master, and now it is his son's turn, this is the inheritance.

Then, he bent down and taught his son to use the six big coins he had just given to make a hexagram.

But suddenly, the tiger-headed child in front of him had smoke and flames rising from his body, his skin and flesh festered and blackened in an instant, and tongues of fire were swallowed in his hollow eye sockets.

Master Hutu's eyes were in a trance, there was no child in front of him, only a charred corpse beyond recognition.

He screamed hoarsely, but he didn't hear his own.

Because, at this moment, in the distance, a thunderous voice sounded.

Master Hu Tu looked over, first stunned, and then, a stream of plasma that was about to explode rushed straight to the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

There is a large school field in front of the gate for the disciples in the sect to practice, which is the size of several football fields, after all, the power of many spells is quite large, such as Kunzi Tuhe Che.

At this moment, at the other end of the school field, there was a thunderous movement, the dust was flying, connected into a piece, turning into a line of yellow, and the earth was shaking, as if the angry tide was approaching.

Soon, a huge army finally showed itself in the smoke and dust, all yellow uniforms, and the sun flag hanging high was as red as blood.

"It's you, are you the ones who ruined my magic gate? Something for a dog day! ”

Master Hu Tu was instantly furious, and as soon as he stepped on his feet, a huge Qimen pattern unfolded, and its scope covered the entire school field.

He jerked the four plates, turning everything in his favor, and then sealed his hands:

"Sunzi Wind Blade!"

The edict had been issued, and countless wind blades flew in the air, connecting in one piece, blowing in the direction of the Wako.

"Sonorous ......"

The wind blade made a burst of gold and iron clashing sounds, blowing like a gang wind, and the vanguard of those who charged up were like being hit head-on by the torrent of steel, and they could only watch themselves being swallowed up by the storm as sharp as a knife.

In just an instant, their yellow military uniforms were torn apart by the wind blade, and the flesh and blood under the military uniforms were blown away like dust, turning into a thick blood mist.

High in the sky, Zhang Zhiwei held his hands, overlooking the scene below, in this world, only the real scene around the Shuzimen, and the rest of the place was shrouded in gray mist, and those Japanese soldiers who suddenly appeared came out of the fog.

Next to him, the fist-sized "national teacher", his eyes were full of flames, like a flying star, he waved his two little paws, weaving an illusion.

"The scope of this Qimen Bureau is simply a shame of the inner scene, and I thought I was going to make a scene like the battle of the gods!" Zhang Zhiwei said in his heart.

He remembered that Lu Ye, one of the three elders of Wudang, opened a game in the interior scene, but it could cover the universe, that is, the entire universe.

In comparison, Hutu, which covers only a few football fields, is already very restrained.

"It's time to finish, National Teacher!" Zhang Zhiwei said softly.

"Squeak!"

Soon, the deepest minds are already mobilized.

The national teacher hurriedly responded.

Below, Master Hutu's eyes were red, and he roared:

"Die, all have to die!"

But then, more pirates appeared, spread out into a half-moon formation, and surrounded and killed.

Master Hutu was fearless, and raised his hands to seal: "Danpeng! ”

There was a flame of light rising in the Qimen pattern under his feet, turning into the shape of a great peng, circling around him.

With a wave of his hand, the Peng bird composed of flames shook its wings away, and the ground shook with a bang, and the flames rushed straight into the sky, turning the people who rushed up on their backs.

The huge Qimen pattern is still expanding, and various heavenly and terrestrial branches that are difficult for ordinary people to see form a huge compass pattern.

In this pattern, Master Hutu felt his blood boiling all over his body, and the power flowing in his veins was like a dragon.

Not only that, but his mind is also clear, his mind is as clear as a mirror, and all kinds of spells are at his fingertips.

In the face of the army of Japanese invaders, he kept attacking, and even approached the limit of his strength.

The compass kept turning, and he cast spells again and again, and the violent power and fire rushed into the sky together, killing the groups of rushing pirates.

Master Hutu couldn't count how many people he had killed, there were corpses everywhere, the ground was a mess, but there was a steady stream of pirates.

Gradually, he felt tired, and the strength in his body had stagnated.

And the cannonballs that came from the Japanese made a thunderous noise, so that he could not hear clearly, and his vision was constantly blurred by the dust that flew into the sky.

He was tired and wanted to rest, but the hideous and terrifying appearance of a charred corpse kept haunting his mind.

At this moment, a man suddenly flashed in the shadows under him, leaning back like a bow, and the long knife in his hand was aimed at Master Hutu and slashed.

At this distance, Master Hutu didn't have time to cast the spell, he realized that he had made a mistake, in addition to the army, there were also Inhumans in the Wako, and the lightning flashed, and the long knife fell, and although Master Hutu tried to dodge, he was still cut off both legs with a knife.

The wolf raised his knife again, this time aimed at his head, he wanted to use the power of Qimen Dunjia, but the power that seemed to be endless before, as if it was exhausted, he felt obscure and unsmooth.

Between the lightning and flint, he subconsciously put his hand into his arms.

"Brush!"

Six large coins flew out like streamers, piercing the wolf in front of him, and then flew spiritually into his hand.

Compared with the powerful and obscure skills of dialing the four plates, the money of the six lines is unusually handy.

Between the leaps of money, knowing his intentions, legs grew out of the dirt and attached to his severed limbs, which served as prosthetic limbs.

More wolves rushed up, and six big coins jumped up, lined up the hexagrams, and used their means to kill them.

During the battle, Master Hutu did not count how many Japanese he had killed and how many wounds he had suffered.

At this moment, many images came to his mind.

The land of the dragon vein's glimpse of the miraculous skills has haunted the dream ever since.

When he was a child, he swore to Big Money, saying that he would entrust his life and ask Big Money to protect him for the rest of his life......

The two memories were intertwined, and he suddenly panicked in his heart, as if he had betrayed his promise.

His cold and hard expression gradually blurred, as if he had fallen into a deep nightmare, as if he had just woken up from a big dream.

For no reason, he remembered yesterday and today. I'm addicted to strange skills, and I even want to abandon everything in the magic gate, but can I really let it go?

I learned the magic trick myself, but the people in the art word gate were killed by the Japanese Kou, is the magic really so important?

If you don't learn with a dead face, but stand with the people of the Shuzi Gate, will there be a different ending?

Master Hutu threw out a large sum of money and pierced the head of the wolf in front of him, cleanly.

Then, he raised his eyes and looked around, and the corpses were all over the place, and there were no more widows coming forward.

Spread your hands and look down. Looking at the six big coins in his hand, Master Hutu was in a trance again.

When I was young, in front of my master, I swore with a lot of money in my hand, saying that I would entrust my wealth and life to each other.

"You will be my most intimate partner in the future, I will treat you well and sacrifice you every day......"

How long has it been since I got the Amazing Skills from the Dimension Master?

Master Hutu couldn't remember the exact date.

But suddenly, six big coins jumped up, flipped in the air, and actually grew legs, and quickly moved away from him.

Looking at the big money in the distance, his heart cramped violently, and he only felt that the world was leaving him.

"What do I want this trick for?"

His legs collapsed in the dirt, and he collapsed to the ground, staring at the sky, his eyes glazed, and the setting sun sprinkled on his body as if gilded with a layer of gold.

In a trance, he seemed to see himself decades ago, putting a big money in his eyes, and the money eyes were aimed at the sun, like the scope of a gun, shouting in his mouth that I was going to shoot the sun, turn the sky over, and then throw the big money violently.

The sun was not shot, and the sky was not turned upside down.

It's just a secondary second fantasy when I was a teenager.

But just then, he heard a faint wind behind him.

He turned around.

"Poof!"

The big money at that time was right in the middle of the eyebrows.

(End of chapter)