Everything in the world, whether beautiful or ugly, arises from likes and dislikes, and it is really vain and easy to become disillusioned in an instant. Only mediocrity is always upright, impartial, and eternal. For example, the sunset in front of them, some people sigh for its beauty, but also sigh for its shortness. Some people hate the delay in coming, and they hate the haste in which they go. But for the sunset itself, whether it is good or bad, it has been eternal, neither beautiful nor ugly, neither happy nor slow.

Yuan Zhen Xu knew that the people who had sighed in the sunset had long since died before the sunset was disillusioned, so he cherished this moment very much. So that praise is indeed as if the world is independent, and there is no one in the eyes.

He was just himself at the moment.

Pei Hanyan's face turned pale.

When the black flame was extinguished, Pei Hanyan clearly felt that Yuan Zhen's punch went straight to his brother's face, if this punch landed, Pei Hanyang would definitely be hit hard, although he was not sure that he would not be worried about his life, but the road ahead would be cut off. Does Won-jeong really want to kill her brother? She doesn't know. If it had been in the past, she would definitely use her already accomplished "Karma Dao Enlightenment Sutra" to spy on one or two, but at this time she didn't dare. She especially remembered that the hole in the wall of the shop had been caused by her wayward snooping, and it had not yet been filled.

Maybe it will never make up.

"Brother-in-law, I ......"

Yuan Zhen turned his head slightly when he heard this, his eyes were clear and clean, and a layer of jade light flashed on his fair face, Pei Hanyan looked at it stupidly for a while, and shook his head hard, "No...... It's nothing. I'll come back to see you another day. ”

Like a swallow, Pei Hanyan floated to his unconscious brother, and a jade-colored robe slowly descended from mid-air, wrapping Pei Hanyang's almost naked body first. Pei Hanyan's tears suddenly burst out of his eyes, and he lifted his brother from the big pit and flew away.

As soon as Pei Hanyang's brother and sister left, there was a rustling sound in the pit, and finally there was a bang, and the place where Pei Hanyang was lying collapsed again, and a deeper pit appeared. The spectators who were hidden in the shadows quickly disappeared. Only the envoy smiled at Yuan Zhen through this ten-zhang deep pit, and after making a bow, he turned around and slowly left, his white robe fluttering, dragging a long shadow on the ground.

Sunset. White mist filled the pit in front of the temple and shrouded the ruins again. Among them, the figures are towering, wandering, whispering, and ethereal. The Soul Purifying Array under the Soul Purifying Hall was only really activated by Yuan Zhen at this time. Only then did he have time to turn around and look at the motionless mummy, and since it devoured Yu Guhuai's coat, the wrap changed from grayish white to light gray. It shimmered with a faint golden light, and the occasional white phosphorus fire frolicked between its slender fingers.

"Since you've stayed, stay here. ”

Yuan Zhen stretched out his hand, and the wooden box suspended in mid-air was moved into his hand like a milk swallow returning to the nest, and the touch was very delicate, as if he had played with it countless times, and each wood grain fit the palm pattern just right. Before he could be surprised, he was attracted by the unusually heavy weight of the wooden box. When it was opened, it contained only a volume of unopened divine strategies. This policy is based on white jade as the axis, Tencel as the silk, and is tightly bound by a bundle of translucent silk threads.

There are large balls of blue, red, and black pigment pouring out of the back of this scroll, and it looks very rough in workmanship, as if it is an inferior product. Yuan Zhen didn't care too much, the sword finger lightly swiped the center of his eyebrows, a trace of blood oozed out, and the silk thread on the divine strategy was attracted to wrap up. This is the only way to unseal the Divine Strategy, the ribbon is not a physical object, but just a spiritual introduction of the author of the Divine Strategy, without this introduction, or without the recognition of this introduction, the Divine Strategy is no different from a volume of waste.

The ribbon on the divine strategy in front of him moved, and it was swept away by a gray shadow. Yuan Zhen was stunned for a moment, watching the greedy mummy devour the transparent tow, the body under the cloth continued to tremble violently, and radiated a strong golden light on the ground, turning the ground under its feet into magma, and then the whole body was mixed with the flames of the black and red magma under the ground. Yuan Zhen watched for a while, and when he saw that the flames had not been extinguished, he began to look at them. It's just that as soon as it unfolded, I felt that a turbid wave suddenly came to my face, smashing it in my mind, and a stone dragon suddenly opened its eyes and turned over at the head of the wave, and the turbid wave was like a small splash in front of the stone dragon, and it was pressed down in an instant. Yuan Zhen's mouth and nose were bleeding, he couldn't bear the dizziness and put aside the magic strategy in his hand, took a few steps back and sat on the ground, several times more embarrassed than Zhi Yu Guhuai had dodged Pei Hanyang's attack before.

A volume of divine strategies, the transparent silk threads called divine guidance, is the key left by the author for later generations to practice divine strategies, and also for reconciliation before reading. If there is no key, without reconciliation, it is like relying on its own skills to fight a hard battle with the author at the level of knowledge of the sea. Victory, the divine policy is damaged, the essence is scattered, defeat, the sea of knowledge is shaken, and the foundation is destroyed. The divine introduction of this volume of divine strategy in Yuan Zhen's hand was absorbed by the mummy, and he did not integrate it, and it was really reckless to open the book and read it rashly.

Yuan Zhen's eyes were dark and he couldn't see, and his qi and blood were surging in his chest, turning the world upside down like that turbid wave. Half an hour later, his eyes were aware, and he saw that the sunset above the heavens had burned the last of the clouds, and the world had sunk into darkness.

After a few more hours, Yuanzhen stood up, her body was rattling, and she turned her head to find that there was a stone corpse left on the place where she sitted, which was very strange to describe, but she thought that she had taken it off. He stretched out his hand and put up a mirror out of thin air in front of him, the person in the mirror and Shi Shen seemed to be the same person at first glance, but when they looked closely, they were different everywhere, not only their facial features were more exquisite, but their expressions were also more brilliant. I saw that in the mirror, the contours of this person's facial features were like knife carvings, the lines were straight and full, and the charm was natural. The eyebrows are like sharp swords, and the eyes under them are clear, such as the bright moon hanging under the eaves, the bridge of the nose is straight, like the end of the jade ruler hanging gold dew, and the lips are full of vermilion, like the autumn frost of agate covering ten thousand years. The ears are hidden behind the temples, as if the jade is divided into two parts, each embedded with the two ends of the bright moon. Such facial features are inlaid on the face of the white jade plate, although it is delicate and handsome, but it is not liked by Yuan Zhen, although he does not remember, he always feels that he does not look like the person in the mirror.

Yuan Zhen's body moved, and the gray and white mist around him turned into a jade-colored robe covering his body, which added a bit of complexion, so he simply turned the robe into gray and black, covered his head and face, picked up the divine strategy on the ground, picked up the long sword thrown by Yu Guhuai, and walked slowly towards this familiar and unfamiliar world.

After nightfall, the world is dressed in another splendid garment.

Perhaps the world tends to be more restrictive at night? Colorful and staggered at night appear particularly blazing and full. In the wine shop, in the market, in the bedside, at the desk, in countless corners, countless heroes will also wake up at night and begin to interpret their own legends, or create various topics.

"Yesterday, Lao Tzu left the Shenghui of Shanzhou City for ten miles, but unfortunately he didn't see a leper dog, otherwise Lao Tzu would have been on the city's hunting list! Let's just say that you scum don't have the courage to walk out of Shanzhou City, right? Hahahahahaha!" A vat of wine can inspire a strong man.

"Yuan Zhen used to be the boss of the Lanzhou Commercial Bank, and I need to attach his wings. But what is he now? He's dead! Doing business is like being a human being, and if you survive, you're the winner. The position of this boss is not necessarily who will be in the future!"

"How? Hmm? Do you feel it? Like a bathing wave, like a curtain of exploration, and a lonely boat goes straight forward, going down the river and up like the sea, and finally runs aground on the soft mudflats on the other side. It's a taste of conquest. "A tent of yarn can hold up a warrior.

"If I have a hundred thousand strategies, if I have a hundred thousand soldiers, who dares to laugh at me for being pedantic? Who does not throw myself into my arms? Who does not prostrate on the ground?"

And daytime, day is indeed not like night, and many wonders can easily be suppressed in the iron curtain-like order of the day. The rules are just an efficient juicer, and as the days go by, the apples are left with only residues and pain. And true heroism may have long since fallen into a deep sleep.

The strong man dozed off with his broken sword on the street corner outside the wine shop, the gentry was flipping his lips for three or five coppers, the warrior was kneeling at the feet of the fierce woman with dark circles under his eyes, and Coats squinted his cloudy eyes looking for the correct truths between the lines.

Daytime, more like the pale ashes left behind by the night after a violent burn. It seems to make everyone feel powerless.

"Yuan Zhen is still very strong, and now he still has "Accumulation". What can I do?"

"In particular, I don't know if he has already obtained the puppet technique of the Soul Purification Palace. There was something strange about that mummy. ”

"No one appeared in the Soul Purification Hall today, it is said that after Fei Baiqiu was killed by Yuan Zhen, his son has been preparing to take over as the Soul Purifying Envoy, and he is still negotiating with the major halls, and it is estimated that the Jue Yuan Hall has not expressed his position. ”

"The Fei family has always been a group of thoughtless, ignorant and unkind things. It is not surprising that the enemy did not show up. ”

"Kui Xia Qing of the Hall of Punishment appeared, I'm afraid it's not what the palace envoy Zang Xunzhen meant. They never interfere with these things. ”

"Pei Hanyang's skills have entered the realm too quickly, and I am afraid that the "Nine Yang Divine Mantra" has been practiced into four mantras. It's a pity that I was knocked out after only two spells, which is a pity. ”

Pei Hanyan's little girl's skin is not only more and more smart, but also has made great progress in her skills. I don't know which temple of waste should be cheaper. ”

“......”

Looking at the ceiling on the dome, the beautifully painted caisson was like a whirlpool, devouring all the gaze and even the energy of the person looking up, and sitting on the chief wide chair, his body retracted into the chair circle, his neck unnaturally drooping back as if broken, his lips parted like dead fish, the young man never said a word.

Sitting directly across from him, the elder who had been smiling profane a moment ago suddenly had his brain shattered.

"After all this nonsense, you might as well pick someone to tell me, apart from our people, how did those wastes know that Yuan Zhen would appear in the ruins of the Pure Soul Palace?"