The heroes of the thunder in the day are out, and the mountains and rivers are in chaos.

Zhang San was also startled by the thunder, but he didn't push the window to watch, all his mind was tied to the big ding in the house.

Although this tripod is not as big as the stone Maitreya of the Big Buddha Temple, but it shocks him more.

The body of the tripod is simple and vicissitudes, with a cool breath of bronze, as if the tomb has just been dug out of the general, Zhang San watched in a circle, the body of the tripod is painted with rivers and mountains, the sun and the moon are full of stars, it looks majestic, go to the right rear, Zhang San saw a person, it is engraved on the body of the tripod, its head is tied with wings, the hand bends the bow and arrows to the sky, the legs are bent and stretched and kneeling on the ground, the waist is tied to the animal skin, and the animal skin also hangs an arrow bag.

Although the portrait is shrunken and small, it can be seen that this person is very large by referring to the mountains and trees next to it.

"Hou Yi!" Zhang San recognized this ancient god, this person can shoot the sun god, he is very famous, and Huaxia children know everything, Zhang San heard Tian Boguang say when he was eight years old, this person's wife is not a good bird.

After walking around, there was nothing else except the scenery figures, Zhang San did not give up and picked off a few pieces of patina, but found nothing.

"Doesn't it mean that there are any world-shattering skills and strategies for governing the world? It won't be for me to look at the pictures and learn arrows!" Zhang Sanxin sank.

After walking three times repeatedly, Zhang San was sure that he couldn't see anything, so he jumped and jumped on top of the big ding, which was not well lit and a little dark, but he could still see that it was empty and empty.

What is it? Zhang San's hanging right foot felt that he had stepped on the edge, and rubbed the inner wall with his foot, it was not smooth, "There are also carved things inside?"

Zhang San jumped into the ding, unfolded the fire fold, and saw that the inner wall of the ding was engraved with dense small characters.

Acquaintance! Zhang San is relieved for the most part.

"Nine Turns of Xuangong"

Seeing the title of the first four words, Zhang Sanshuang's fists clenched, and this is what he wants.

"The chaos is divided into Pangu first, and the Taiji two instruments and four elephants are hanging. At the beginning of the reign of Nuwa, the holy hand of Nuwa avoided the beast and suffered from the nest sage, the three emperors and the five emperors ruled the troubled times, and the nine turns of Xuangong passed on the name ......"

It's a long period of ancient style poems, telling legends that I have heard and unheard when I was a child, Zhang San read it patiently and saw the next paragraph.

"Xuangong nine turns, the first turn, Hongmeng purple qi, internal practice of true qi, external forging of muscles and bones, three hundred years can be achieved. ”

Zhang Sanyi was blinded when he saw it, 300 years? What about practicing demons! Vast mountains and rivers, eight wildernesses and four wildernesses, how many people can there be more than 100!

Look down again, "The second turn, the Martial Dao Heavenly Palace, opens up the palace of nourishing gods in the body, gathers three rays of sun, moon and stars, can transform all things to help in the war, and there is the power of heaven and earth between the raised hands, which can be achieved in five hundred years." ”

Isn't this similar to the exercises taught by the Zhan Tian Xing Palace? Zhang San immediately had a sense of déjà vu, and according to this, his Heavenly Palace had already been opened, and there were three sun, moon and stars in his mind, but it was not enough to transform all things to help the battle, just three little pigs and seven flying swords.

As for the power of heaven and earth, it is a bit out of reach, and now it is more than a hundred catties of strength to support death in his hands, not to mention grabbing Fang La with one arm like Wu Erlang, and holding Lu Wan with both hands is only reluctant.

Zhang San pondered for a long time, and figured it out a little, what Emperor Ran Min and his gang taught should be simplified, quick, and the effect is naturally not so great.

Looking down further, it's a bit mysterious, what are the three turns to understand the virtual and the real, and the fourth to understand the yin and yang...... And every turn is hundreds of thousands of years, a bit out of reach.

This tripod is a waste, I feel that it is a mythical story told to him, as the so-called hope is greater, the greater the disappointment, Zhang San read to the end of the deflated, paralyzed at the bottom of the tripod, as if he was injured internally, looking at this tripod blankly, the fire fold is extinguished and completely unconscious.

It should be sold, and together with the key, it is definitely a big price! Zhang San suddenly had a new idea.

Don't want money, save gold and silver to urge ghosts, stunning beauties are rare in the world! At the beginning, Wagang Li Miyuxi changed for a double concubine, and now I Zhang Sanbaoding for a beautiful woman.

Who is the beauty? It must be Chen Ning, she lied to me that day, and this time asked her to bring me tea and water, make the bed and fold the quilt, and maybe not do it for three years. One year? One year is the bottom line, and one day cannot be less.

Zhang San thought of the proudness, he couldn't help grinning and laughing, and then suddenly heard a faint sigh, "The world has changed!"

This voice was full of vicissitudes and extremely desolate, Zhang San jumped to the top of the tripod with a tiger leap, and asked, "Who is it?"

The doors and windows were still closed, and there was no one.

"Heaven and earth have law, all things have spirits, I am the soul of Ding. The old man's voice sounded again.

Zhang San made up his mind, if it weren't for the last trip to the desert island, he would have jumped out of the house a long time ago, but after eating a trench, he was not too panicked at the moment, thinking that the other party should be a first-class person of Emperor Ran Min.

"The soul of Ding, you are Ding?" asked Zhang San cautiously.

"The child can be taught. ”

"What did you mean when the old man said that the world has changed?" Zhang San was not sure if the other party had seen the dirty thoughts in his heart, and asked tentatively.

"The Yuan Demon is eroding, and the aura is thin. ”

"Oh oh..."Zhang San didn't know what to do.

After half a silence, the old man said: "The aura is insufficient, I only have to be awake for a quarter of an hour to fall asleep, you have a problem, the ninth generation of the ninth generation." ”

"Who are the first eight generations?" Zhang San was anxious after hearing it for a quarter of an hour, he had too many questions to ask.

"I don't know my last name, but I know the second generation, it's Yi. ”

"The one that shoots the sun?"

"Yes!"

"Ran Min, do you know? ”

"I don't know. ”

"Such, thick beard, big eyes..."Zhang San didn't know if Ding Soul could see it, and even described it with a comparison.

"Well, according to what you said, he should be the seventh generation, but he didn't grow a beard at that time, and that person is much more qualified than you, but his temperament is a little impatient, and I don't know how he died. ”

Zhang San's face darkened when he heard this, and he felt that his qualifications were the worst, but he couldn't care about a soul, maybe people just told the truth.

"He's not dead, he's alive. Zhang Sandao.

"Really?" the old man's tone was a little interested, "The aura is so thin, he can live for so long, didn't he find some kind of blessed land?"

Zhang San didn't know that it was in the ancient tomb on the desert island, but it was gone.

However, Zhang San thought of a key question, it seemed that this old man also knew that people would not live long now, so he asked: "There are so many exercises engraved on the ding, is it that the aura is thin and cannot be cultivated?"

"Yes!"

This is a real hammer, Zhang San is really frustrated.

"However, it is still effective to practice, like the first turn of the nine-turn breathing method, which is a very advanced method of practicing qi, ranking among the top five in Huaxia, as well as those tricks to strengthen the body, there are also benefits to practice, at least run fast, resist beating, although you can't chase the sky and shoot the sun like your predecessors, but it's still okay to catch a wild boar and hare. ”

Zhang San's eyes rolled when he heard this, he ran fast and resisted the beating, which was too far from the peerless magic he expected, too far.

"What is the Yuan Demon, where did he get the aura?" Zhang San asked weakly, inexplicably hostile to the Yuan Demon, if this guy hadn't lost his aura, it seemed that he still had hope of becoming an immortal.

"Yuan Demon? Now people don't even know about Yuan Demon? He is the great demon born with chaos, and there are countless heirs in each generation, and they are born for destruction. ”

"Are they human beings, then?" or demons?"

"The appearance is human, and the heart is like a demon. ”

"How can you tell the difference?"

"Yuan Demon has congenital demons, there are also acquired demons, congenital demons get demonic qi from the womb, and they are born from stepping on the seven-star red mole, which is specially designed for disasters and chaos, as for the acquired demons, they are mostly vassals of the congenital demons, and there is no way to distinguish them. ”

"Uh-huh!" Zhang San nodded, there is a dragon and tiger mountain Zhang Tianshi to subdue demons and eliminate demons, so he should stay away.

"Ahh Zhang San suddenly exclaimed, "Emperor Ran Min helped me open up the Martial Dao Heavenly Palace, is this considered the second turn?"

In the semi-darkness, Zhang San felt a pair of eyes staring.

After a long time, Zhang San felt his gaze disappear, and heard the old man say: "This person is really eager for quick success, and he actually came up with such a method, but this practice is far from orthodoxy and has taken an evil path." ”

"Is that still usable?" asked Zhang San, who was now very dependent on the wind, and was a little worried about going mad when he heard about the evil path.

"It's no problem to use, it's just that it's difficult to progress, but if you think about it, he can't help it, the aura is thin, who still has thousands of years of life to practice orthodoxy, these seven generations are also considered talented, rare!"

The old man said that he had some praise later, and Zhang San also felt admiration, Emperor Wu Mourning was originally a natural asset, a generation of emperors, not comparable to himself.

"There is not much time, I don't know what year and month I will see the light of day again, although your qualifications are ordinary, but since you have opened up the Heavenly Palace, I will give you a thing, and in the future, I will subdue demons and eliminate demons, and do my part for Huaxia. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he saw that Zhang San's face was worried, and said: "At the beginning of chaos, the human race wanted to eat and drink, no trouble, the Yuan Demon was in the world, all living beings were suffering, you don't have to be reluctant, people live for a lifetime, grass and trees for an autumn, and do your best to secure your destiny." ”

Zhang San nodded this time, he is a thief, although he often wants to be a thief, but every time he hears Xu Jianglou talk about helping the world and saving the people, he has a big head, so just when the old man said that he would subdue demons and eliminate demons, he was scared first, but it was still okay to do his best, but I don't know what kind of treasure the old man gave him.

In my thoughts, I only heard a crisp sound, and a bow fell in front of me, the style was exquisite, the bow was hard and soft, about an arm's width and not too big.

"There are no arrows!" Zhang San picked up the bow, the divine bow was matched with the heavenly arrow, he still knew this truth.

"You don't have arrows in your Martial Dao Heavenly Palace. ”

Zhang San realized that the seven flying swords in his mind could change shapes, but could they shoot far?

Just as he was about to ask a question, the old man's voice said again: "Do it yourself, boy." ”

The voice was ethereal, gone.