By the window, Mr. Three was still drawing hairpins.

Light yellow clothes, emerald green bandeau top, handsome face, green silk and waist, such a beauty can make countless men bend their waists.

Looking at her flawless face, Zhou Sheng felt a sense of unreality.

"Male?"

Just now, Zhou Sheng felt her soul origin aura, and she was simply a man. Zhou Sheng is very interested in the soul, and coupled with his cultivation as a saint, this can capture that trace of undetectable aura. If you change to another sage who is not good at this way, even if you stand in front of him, you will not be able to find the clue.

Mr. San's shallot-like fingers put down the brush in his hand, put aside the small block he had just written to dry the pen and ink, closed the inkstone, and then looked at Zhou Sheng.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, dignified and elegant.

"The flesh is just a shell, is it that important?"

"It's really not important, but I still feel a little uncomfortable. Even if the Sage doesn't pay attention to gender, he won't be fine......"

"My surname is Dongfang, nameless, and later I practiced a kung fu and became a woman, but for us, this flesh shell is just a stinky skin, and the origin of consciousness is the fundamental ......"

After speaking, her appearance changed for a while, and she became a boy with clear eyebrows, and the gauze on her body also became a wide robe.

A light mirror was conjured up in front of him, and the mirror appliqué was yellow, and his hand inadvertently pinched the orchid finger.

"Hey, I'm used to it, I can't change it......"

Zhou Sheng hurriedly left here, the sage has a bad taste after living for a long time, and the one in front of him likes to dress up as a man. He didn't want to have anything to do with that kind of person. Before. Zhou Sheng still has some admiration for Mr. San. It's a little disgusting when I think about it now.

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After Zhou Sheng left, a tall old man appeared in the room, his hair was white, and he held a scroll in his hand.

This old man is a living Confucian scripture and a history.

"Teacher". Mr. Dongfang nodded slightly, and did not make a big salute.

The old man is one of the three princes, Yan Zhitui. He stroked his beard and looked at the place where Zhou Sheng left, and said regretfully: "Dongfang, I really can't keep him!"

Mr. Dongfang nodded slightly.

"If you can't keep it, besides, his sainthood is not here at all, and it's useless to keep it. If he dares to bring out the personality of the Sage, I will take action, plus the teacher and the astrologer will besiege him. Activating Kyoto Oshihiro is also equivalent to a saint. Together, they might bring him down. It's too difficult for the Sage to fall, the last time the four of the soldiers besieged the Split Sea, didn't they let him escape?"

"If you can't keep it, you don't have to keep it, hey, raising tigers is a problem, you should get rid of it earlier!"

"Kill him, and the comets won't come, at least, before the decisive battle, he can't die. Besides, it's useless to kill, the key is still on Emperor Ming and the leader of the Junshan Society, we are just playing side drums, what are we doing with this strength. Also, I won't participate in this decisive battle, I'm still young and don't want to fight, and it doesn't matter to me who wins or loses......"

Yan Zhitui heard this, and his face was stunned.

"Dongfang, many sages have your thoughts and want to watch from the wall, but do you think that the two camps will be able to accommodate you, and wait for us to fight to the death, so that you can pick up the cheap? Hey, if you don't stand in line early, you will be cleaned, and it is impossible to be a grass on the wall......"

Mr. Three turned into a woman again, and shook his head undeniably.

"Teacher, you also underestimate our Liliang, we have reached an agreement with the Sage, Sky Fox, Qingtian, Wangu, Ice Lord, Snow Sage, Gray Feather, as well as the Western God of Light, Sun God, and Palatus Sage, have all signed an agreement like me, advance and retreat together, we are pacifists, war is not good, it is not good ......"

Hearing that there were so many sages hugging in a group, Yan Zhitui took a deep look at his proud disciple, and then snorted coldly, and threw away with his big sleeves.

Mr. San smiled slightly, traced his eyebrows, and snorted coldly in a low voice: "I want us to die, work hard for you, think beautifully, I still continue to describe my hairpin Xiaokai, the war is really not good......"

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Zhou Sheng went to the study building, went up to the second floor, and looked at the big stone inside.

The mind penetrates inside, and inside the stone is a huge empty space, which is a small shijie with a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers.

There are mountains and water, and on a mountain full of peach trees, there is a waterfall, and under the waterfall there is a group of small monkeys.

The Monkey King is dressed in gold armor and chain armor, holding a King Kong long stick, 108,000 zhang long, golden light, if the stick doesn't get smaller, this shijie really can't put it down. This long stick is the Zhenhai Sheniron left by Dayu in the tribal era.

On the cliff in front of the Monkey King, there are 10,000 Buddhist scriptures engraved, and the words are beady, thought-provoking.

"Fight to defeat the Buddha, you are not dead, it is said that five hundred years ago, you broke away from the Buddha, rebelled against the Buddha, and was directly suppressed by the Buddha to death!"

Zhou Sheng was slightly surprised, this person in front of him was a genius, he was sanctified in more than ten years, and he was the head of the demon saint at that time. Later, he had a conflict with the Buddha, and the legend was directly suppressed by the Buddha, and he was accepted into the Buddha Gate and sealed a Buddha position.

However, this guy is a monkey who has a short temper, kills a lot of people, makes a big mistake, and is killed by the Buddha.

The Monkey King smiled bitterly and sighed, "I'm already dead, this is just a wisp of immortal war intent that I left." I have fought the heavens and the earth all my life, I have never been afraid, I have killed the king of the ten halls, fought the Taoist master, and fought the monk, but in the end it was still empty. Ordinary Saints and Peak Saints are really incomparable......"

Zhou Shangnian swept away, and immediately cleared the fog and saw the truth of this shijie.

I saw that there was only a dead monkey corpse in the center of the stone, and there was a wisp of thought floating out of the seven orifices of the corpse, and this wisp of thought turned into Shijie in front of him, which was also his indestructible obsession, nostalgia for the world.

This shijie is fake, a kind of shijie that comes up with it.

"Back then, I had already cultivated an immortal golden body, and even the Buddha Lord couldn't destroy my body, so this bastard threw me into the Dao Master's Dan furnace, and the two of them refined it for forty-nine days, cremating my body and refining it into a few golden pills. I ran out of the furnace with this wisp of immortality, found a monkey spirit, killed it, sealed its corpse in the stone, and my obsession and this corpse kept polishing, hoping to come back to life one day......"

Zhou Sheng sighed secretly, the person in front of him was really arrogant, he was dead and wanted to be resurrected. There is only a wisp of obsession left, not even a trace of soul, and it can't be reborn at all.

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Zhou Sheng left, waited outside for a long time, and came in again.

The Monkey King didn't know him anymore, and talked to him again, which also made Zhou Sheng understand that the vivid Monkey King in front of him was equivalent to a program, or a memory, and he had no thoughts of his own at all.

The obsession of wanting to be reborn keeps this breath away, and when the obsession is gone, everything will return to nothingness.

For such a genius figure, the true spirit has long since been extinguished, and the real one has died.

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Zhou Sheng left here, and Zuihou went to meet the little beggar.

The little beggar hugged the little one who had grown up a little in his arms, and he was a little sad, and he hadn't seen his uncle for a long time.

"Uncle is dead? No, Uncle is very powerful, so where did he go? Even the giant panda is gone, it's so lonely here......"

The little beggar muttered for a while, and then brought down the rice boiled on the stove, the rice soup was a little thin, and he ate a beautiful meal with a little fat and meat dregs.

I fed my sister in my arms some rice soup with a small spoon, and when I saw that she was full, I pouted, and I couldn't help but show a sweet smile on my little face.

"Xiaoman, grow up quickly, Sister is so lonely, she doesn't even have a ...... to talk to"

Hearing movement behind him, the little beggar looked back and saw a cloth parcel on the ground, and in it were some loose pieces of silver.

Her eyes were a little red, "Uncle, is that you?"

shouted a few times at the top of his voice, but Zhou Sheng didn't appear, so he couldn't help crying, holding the little guy in his arms in the corner, very pitiful.

Zhou Sheng stood in front of her, but she couldn't see it.

"It's still a poor child, but I'm not sure I'll survive this time, and I can't let you die with you. I'll be back when the war is over."

Similarly, in the distant Qingzhou, Zhou Sheng could also feel that his bloodline was thriving.

"What should be dealt with has also been dealt with, just wait to kill Zhou Xing, take care of your spirits, and wait for the decisive battle in seven days......"

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...... (To be continued......)