Liang Liang turned around, stood on tiptoe, hugged his brother who was still confused, and said softly: "Brother." ”

The scholar was stunned and reacted.

"This is Mr. Daikukure of Kyoto. There are only a few people in the world who have cultivated the road of sages. Liang Liang hugged the scholar in his arms and said softly: "If my brother wants to be a beautiful reader......

The scholar didn't understand why Liang Liang said this.

Of course he didn't understand.

The little girl in her arms hugged him tightly, closed her eyes tightly, and bit her lips.

She waited so many lives.

She no longer cared if the Maharaja would recover.

No matter what her brother looks like, she will always follow.

Whether it is a scholar or a painter, the prince of the palace, and the little guy in the Qinglou.

Life after life reincarnation.

She waited until now.

The scholar of this life is bent on reading the book of sages, and the unprecedented Great Qin Emperor Kyoto is full of talents, and the ten great Confucians are all comparable to the great cultivators of the demon clan.

Confucianism and Taoism flourished.

The Daomen and Buddhism are also prosperous, hundreds of boats compete for the stream, outside the snowy region, the masters of the human race who have reached the realm of the nine grades abound, and there are nearly ten great cultivators who have opened the sect.

The beginning of the great world has only revealed a corner.

This kind of Great Qin is really too terrifying.

The scholar wants to be the great Confucian of Kyoto, the pillar of mankind.

If he had a part of the soul of the Great Monarch in his heart, how could he have such thoughts, and how could he be willing to contribute to the roof of Great Qin?

Liang Liang should have killed him and waited for the next reincarnation.

But after all these years, she has long been accustomed to her brother's mortal fetus in every life.

When her brother laughs, she laughs.

When my brother cried, she cried.

The world is so big, she just wants to be her brother's caged finch and never leave.

This is the case in this world, and it is so in this world.

Even if my brother ...... One day he will no longer be the Lord of the Eight Feet Mountain Throne, and he will want to destroy the whole world.

She will follow unwaveringly.

The scholar watched Liang Liang hugging him, and after a long time he let go of his hand, leaving a glimmer of space for the Kyoto Confucian to speak.

......

......

Mr. Yin only has half a pillar of incense.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry, but raised his sleeve lightly, and a "soybean" flew out of the sleeve, and after landing, he turned into a "fairy master" with a tiger's back and a bear waist that scholars often met in the town.

"This is the string control technique of the 'miscellaneous family', after entering the house, you can scatter beans into a soldier. ”

Mr. Yin smiled and continued to shake his sleeves, there were black and white gases in the sleeves, rotating and overflowing, like bursts of fairy mist, wrapping it inside, Mr. Yin's nostrils buzzed, like a cow inhaling, two black and white breaths suddenly entered the nasal cavity, and then to the chest and abdomen, the whole person was full of sleeves, his eyes were blazing, and his chest was bulging and slowly calming.

After everything was restored to normal, Mr. Yin actually turned into a young Confucian with crane hair and a childish face, but his temples were still spotted.

He smiled and said: "When water and fire meet, turn into real Qi." This is the 'Taoist' technique of rejuvenation. ”

Mr. Yin's big sleeves shook several times in a row, and every time he shook it, the scholar's eyes lit up with a touch of brilliance.

"This is the 'Yin and Yang Family''s technique of deducing the Xuanmen!"

"This is the 'Zongheng Family''s trick!"

Shake the big sleeves nine times in a row.

Mr. Yin finally put away his big sleeves, his face was calm, and half of the time had passed.

He said indifferently: "This is the nine kinds of Confucianism and Taoism in the world, Confucianism and Taoism are blended with each other, and the mysteries are endless, among which the nine streams are mainly based on the Haoran Righteousness Method of Confucianism, and the technique of Raising the Ceiling of Immortality of Taoism, and the others are supplemented. ”

The scholar didn't quite understand why this great Confucian in Kyoto wanted to demonstrate these nine mystical methods to himself.

Mr. Yin lowered his eyebrows and said, "After Emperor Shifu's Great Qin, it is impossible for these nine methods in the world to merge. Perhaps a hundred years later, when Taoism and Confucianism decline, and no one practices anymore, these nine methods will be reduced to the lowest level in the world. ”

He laughed in a low voice: "If you only practice one method, even if you cultivate to the extreme, it is enough to be called a saint, it is indeed only a lower nine stream, if these nine methods can be unified and perfect, you may be able to achieve immortality and stay forever." ”

Mr. Yin looked at the scholar, and the sharpness in his eyes made the scholar a little uncomfortable.

"Did you know...... How tempting is the word immortal?"

Mr. Yin laughed at himself: "Emperor Shifu wants to destroy all the ways of the world and unify the world in order to seek immortality. The great monarch of the Western Regions has been reincarnated countless times, constantly reincarnated, in order to seek immortality. ”

He paused, and his voice had some sadness: "Senior Brother merged with the Ninth Stream, and took that last step to seek immortality. ”

Mr. Yin said heavily: "If it weren't for the absence of Senior Brother, how could that Emperor Shifu be able to move the Confucian Sect?"

The scholar only felt that the Kyoto Confucian in front of him was now like a madman.

He is no longer the image of the old man who is in his old age, his body is still rickety, and there is a touch of madness on the young man's face: "Emperor Daqin dares to destroy my Confucianism, how can he be better?"

Then he snapped down.

The Daomen's technique of returning to the sun has reached the time limit.

The Kyoto Confucian coughed suddenly, lowered his eyebrows, and his hair was scattered.

"Yi Xiao. ”

After seeing that the face was raised, the scholar regained his old face, and asked in a trembling voice: "As long as you say a word, I will hand over all the nine-rate techniques of Confucianism to you." ”

The old man raised his arm, his big sleeves faded, and the withered arm that had been smashed out by the Great Qin Emperor was scarlet mark by piece, and he was dead at the moment.

A flash of thunder flashed between heaven and earth.

"You, are you willing to subvert Great Qin?"

The scholar looked at the old man, who looked like a madman.

His mind went blank.

Subverting Daqin?

Why subvert Daqin?

There seemed to be an extremely bright light in his mind, which suddenly detonated with the thunder light between heaven and earth.

Light up your whole mind.

He wanted to back off, but it was too late.

Mr. Hide didn't give him time to speak.

The finger he raised had fallen in a very short time, and it was only a fraction of a fraction away from the center of the scholar's eyebrows.

There are too many people in this world who want to subvert Great Qin.

And the hatred for Daqin is to the core, and the hatred is the strongest, there is Mr. Yin in front of him.

He had been dormant in this town for so long, just for a chance to be alone.

And no matter when he approached this scholar, the caged finch followed him every inch, but the strength of the vermilion bird was entangled, and it was impossible to get close to the scholar by using all kinds of means.

This is the only chance.

How could he give the scholar room to agree or not?

The sound of flames roaring in the sky.

Liang Liang, who only moved a distance of more than a zhang, the wings of the Vermilion Bird behind him instantly swept into monstrous flames.

"Get out of here!"

Mr. Yin shouted angrily: "Suzaku, as a great demon of the Western Regions, you don't want to revive the Great Monarch, accompanied by the tenth generation, ridiculous!"

The flames in the sky were faster than Liang Liang's.

The Vermilion Bird is void and can burn everything in the world.

Void Flame ignited all of Mr. Yin's protective qi, and forcibly lowered that finger by a distance.

The finger pierced through the skin, splattered hot blood, and hit the bone.

It came to an abrupt end.

The scholar sat down on the ground.

He trembled.

Looking at his sister with his back to him, his long red hair, like a waterfall, began to fly away when the broken hair rope was still in the air.

Liang Liang stood in the way of the two.

She blocked the finger.

Mr. Yin had gathered the Ninth Stream Secret Technique before, and then pretended to "cough up" that mouthful of blood, and turned his childlike face back into his twilight appearance, which was to accumulate all his cultivation.

It's all in one finger.

It's just that finger that was pressed down more than a foot.

Kyoto Daru took a deep breath and slowly pulled out his fingers.

Liang Liang's eyebrows, there was gurgling blood flowing out.

Her face was extremely pale, her eyebrows were raised, and her body burned with red flames.

The lips were red, as if they had been smeared with several layers of rouge.

"You know...... He only needs to shatter his soul in this world after he has crossed the catastrophe to awaken the Maharaja. Mr. Yin took a step back.

His cultivation at this moment has truly retreated into his twilight years.

On the old man's cheeks, there were scales of dead skin, as if he was overdrawn, and he couldn't support it anymore at the moment, and the corners of the dead air were raised, which looked extremely oozing.

"In this small town, I used all my savings to help him survive the catastrophe of his life. There was a hint of resentment in Mr. Yin's eyes: "I...... I'm just waiting for you to take matters into your own hands and revive the Great Monarch of the Western Regions. ”

Liang Liang smiled.

She didn't care about the gap in her eyebrows.

It's just that she didn't dare to look back, for fear that her appearance at the moment would scare the scholar.

He ...... Not the Maharaja of the Western Regions. ”

Liang Liang took a deep breath, lowered his eyebrows, and the blood in the center of his eyebrows flowed down and covered his face.

She struggled to control her voice so that it sounded soft, cheerful: "He's my brother." ”

Mr. Hide looked at this stupid youkai indifferently.

"If you don't stop this finger, he is already the 'Prince' you have been thinking about for a long time. ”

Suzaku was a little confused.

Her consciousness was already in a trance.

The soul is a little drifting.

"Maharaja......"

"Maharaja......"

She shook her head.

In the end, his lips were slurred, and he smiled vaguely: "What if...... If you have to choose......"

"I don't want ...... Don't be a maharaja. ”

"I just want my brother...... That's it, one, one...... Be his own ......"

The Vermilion Bird Void Flame in the sky wrapped a radius of one mile layer by layer.

There was a hint of tenderness in her voice.

In the end.

She still hasn't looked back.

"Brother. ”

The scholar sat in the midst of the fire.

He didn't dare to step forward.

Don't dare to hug that monster-like little girl.

He saw that the Kyoto Great Confucian was eroded by the invisible flames and turned into ashes in an instant.

The sky was full of flames, and the little girl slowly squatted down.

The soul will be shattered.

If the soul is scattered, will you not be able to accompany your brother in the future......

Liang Liang couldn't control her thoughts, she subconsciously and unconsciously, she could only call out the two words she was most familiar with.

Squatting on the ground and curling up.

As strands of her soul departed, her flesh seemed to be eroded, and the flames began to scorch her delicate white skin.

Snow-white forearms, pink cheeks, and bare ankles made a terrible sound in the fire.

She opened her lips heavily, the pain of burning her body, after losing the demon soul, this mortal fetus could not bear it at all.

She jerked her head up, clutched a piece of charred charcoal, and swallowed it hard, squeezing her cry of pain back into her petite chest.

"Brother!"

The little girl's voice began to grow hoarse.

Swallowed the fire.

He burned his throat.

That's the voice.

Some crying, some laughing.

"Brother, don't be afraid, I'll ...... with you. ”

This is the last sound.

After that, reincarnation blossomed, and everything in the world was rusty.

The man she had been waiting for.

Can't wait.