The scholar did not stop, and walked forward quickly, and the voice only sounded.

Until he walked to the outskirts and was about to leave town.

He subconsciously glanced back.

His face was shocked.

On the eaves of the distant town, on the ridge of the roof, under the moonlight, there are dense figures, just looking at the size, they are so burly that they are intimidating.

There was an old man in coarse linen at the entrance of the town, who did not look like the master of a rich family, but dozens of immortal masters stood up and down the room, and his "hidden" sign was hung around his waist.

Mr. Yin kept his eyes closed, but he seemed to be able to see everything, and when the scholar's pace slowed down for a moment, he suddenly took a step.

"Boom—"

This step was separated by a distance of dozens of zhang, and it flashed in an instant, and was pulled away, torn off, and truncated by someone out of thin air.

In the books of the sages that scholars read, there are unknown methods of cultivation.

He had heard that the three religions and nine streams can lead to the avenue, read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles, and the Central Plains mountains, rivers and rivers can be walked all over, which is an alternative bypass, which can prove the avenue of reading and get the power of immortals.

He has read books for many years, and his understanding is extremely high, and he has only realized the small method of telecommunication from a few Confucian classics, and he is the only one who can be regarded as a scholar within a radius of ten miles.

And the step that Mr. Yin took seemed to be full of righteousness, like the sun in the sky, and the momentum tore all the dark nights of the town apart.

A thunderbolt flashed in the skydome.

Great Confucianism.

Those great Confucians in Kyoto are probably nothing more than that.

The scholar took a step back and hugged the cage tightly in his arms, covering the bird's eyes with both hands through the wire, preventing her from staring directly at the thunder that fell from the brilliant divine power.

Mr. Yin's old cheeks, almost touching the childish face of a scholar, were always closed, and his eyes kept rolling through a layer of eyelids.

He couldn't see anything.

He can see everything.

The scene remained silent for a moment.

A loud cry rang out—

"Say no, don't sell!"

The scholar's green muscles jumped up fiercely, his forehead swelled, his delicate face was actually a little hideous, and he said hoarsely: "You want to scare me, you want to threaten me?"

He sneered, half-turned, hugged the bird cage in his arms, took out a hand, nodded at the dense "immortal masters" standing in the town, and sneered: "Rich and great, if you have the ability, you let these people beat me to death, and the city lord's mansion of Great Qin will seek justice for me." ”

Mr. Hide was silent.

The scholar took two steps back, and he tried to muster up his courage, "What? Don't dare?

The old man in coarse linen did not move.

"Let's, let go!"

The scholar's voice was already a little trembling and trembling.

Courage, one blow, then decline, three and exhaustion.

He took a deep breath and lowered his head, no longer looking at the old man's somewhat oozing face.

The scholar said abruptly, "What do you want?"

Mr. Yin still didn't speak.

Looks like I'm thinking about something.

He just stood silently, blocking the scholar's way.

He wouldn't give way.

The scholar did not dare to take a step.

At present, His Majesty of Great Qin has built two long-term lines to resist the demon clan, each in the north and south, and in unison with the outside world, the law formulated is extremely heavy for murder, even if it is an immortal master who has meritorious service in the Demon Division, he cannot wantonly bully the common people, not to mention that he is a "young talent" who is expected to be unveiled in Kyoto in the future.

The reason why the scholar was intimidated was because it occurred to him that the so-called "young talent" who he had appointed himself as a "young talent" who would be unveiled in Kyoto might not be recognized in the law...... There are so many immortal masters behind him, and if he gives himself a treat, even if he can't die, I'm afraid this old mansion will have to be beaten into a trick, and he may even have to sell it to this old gentleman who looks like a dog.

Gas.

Thief.

The anger in the scholar's chest was about to surge, and he suddenly saw Mr. Yin suddenly raise his sleeves.

In the two big sleeves, the mighty green and yellow qi swept out, overwhelming the sky, like two hurricanes, outside the entire town, dozens of immortal fish jumped out, trampled on the roof, crackling and swarming out.

Dozens of "Immortal Master", in mid-air, actually shrank incredibly and became the size of soybeans.

And the unstoppable green and yellow qi of divine power smashed into his sleeve head-on, and he forcibly erected himself.

The cardinal cage fell.

Before it landed, dozens of "soybeans" smashed into the cage.

The scholar was shocked, and just wanted to desperately fight for the restraint of this majestic righteousness, he saw that in the canary cage, a tragic scene that was completely different from what he imagined.

Caged finch.

It's not poultry.

It's an ancient beast.

The cardinal who was willing to shrink in the canary cage, with its ugly bald feathers, trembled at the moment, bursting with a scorching red eye.

Like an ancient demon reinventing the world.

The cardinal screamed, its wings trembled, and its beak opened wide.

The cage heaven and earth burst out more than a dozen bloody rays one after another.

Then the cardinal inhaled, and the cage trembled.

Mr. Hide took a step back with a blank face, and his raised sleeves quickly covered his cheeks.

The abundance of Haoran righteousness in the sky was swallowed by the little girl who appeared out of thin air, and then she burped lightly.

Mr. Yin looked at the little girl who had been waiting for a long time.

The face that had been preserved for a long time.

After so many years, nothing has changed.

He smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you lately?"

The cage finch out of the cage was expressionless, and his hands were on his hips: "Get out." ”

The old man was not annoyed, and said softly: "In this life, your lord will not awaken, and it will be in vain to wait." ”

The scholar looked at this scene in amazement, not knowing how to speak.

His sister slowly folded her arms, raised her head, and looked at the old man in front of her with an indifferent face: "So what?"

"I would like to say a few words to your Maharaja. Mr. Yin understated and said in a calm voice: "In this vast Xiguan, if the Great Qin Emperor's demon slaying project is built, a Fengsui Great Wall that crosses the Qijiang River, there are hundreds of thousands of miles at the north and south ends...... It's unbearable. ”

The scholar listened to Mr. Yin's words between the lines, and some did not quite understand the meaning.

His Majesty is building a huge and long project to resist the attacks of the Western Regions Demon Clan, and this is known to the world.

Can...... What is Fucanglu?

Maharaja...... And what is it?

The scholar has never been a rigid reader, there are good and bad people, and there are also demons.

His sister is a kind-hearted little demon.

But at the moment, it seems that the youkai that can be compared to the Great Confucian of Kyoto can't just be a lowly little demon who has cultivated to a humble level.

Mr. Yin waited quietly for a moment.

He could see the hesitation that flashed on the face of the childish virgin of the Great Sage of the Demon Clan in front of him.

The Suzaku hesitated.

Then the old man spoke in a very soft voice, "I can let you see him." ”

The Suzaku had wide eyes.

She naturally knew that the "he" in Mr. Yin's mouth referred to the Maharaja.

It's just that apart from her brother, how can she trust others easily?

Especially a human cultivator who is as cunning as a fox.

Mr. Yin said softly, "How many reincarnations have you accompanied him? Think about it carefully, apart from this life, has he ever lived past the age of sixteen?"

Suzaku bit her lip suddenly, and there was obviously a desolation in her eyes.

She didn't nod or shake her head, just looked at the old man in front of her with resentment.

"You should understand why you have survived in this life. ”

The old man paused after saying this.

Of course she does.

When the scholar was seriously ill at the age of sixteen, Mr. Yin moved to the town.

Then he was cured of a serious illness.

She was worried and waited until the sixteenth year of the scholar, and cried all night, thinking that her brother would wake up naturally after sixteen years, but now, her brother is still her brother, and every previous life is the same as the reincarnation of every life, this life is a poor scholar, reading the sages of the human world, reading the great truth, and wanting to go to Kyoto to be a great Confucian.

The difference between Confucianism and Maharaja is thousands of miles apart.

Suzaku didn't know how Mr. Yin did it, silently helping his brother through the catastrophe when he was sixteen years old.

But in the human world outside the Western Regions, those great cultivators, with bizarre and bizarre supernatural powers, are indeed much more than the demon race.

She remained skeptical.

"You and I know how strong the emperor of Great Qin is. Mr. Yin lowered his eyebrows, and said in a calm voice: "Even if the ten great Confucians in Kyoto join forces, it is impossible for them to have the emperor's opponent of the 'Fucanglu'. If the emperor waits until he repairs the beacon and sets out in person, then the four great sages of Bachi Mountain, including the 'Classic of Mountains and Seas', will probably be crushed. ”

Suzaku was silent.

Noncommittal.

That emperor did have such strength.

"Daqin deliberately left the royal court of the Northern Plains not to be swallowed, and wanted to swallow the demon clan first, the reason why there was such an idea was that the emperor wanted to take advantage of his peak years to hold the Central Plains territory in his hands and complete the unprecedented unification of the world. Mr. Yin lowered his eyebrows and said seriously: "If you don't count the Snowy Demon Clan, Daqin only needs to defeat the Northern Plains, even if it is the unification of the human race, for Emperor Shifu, how many days will it take to defeat the Northern Plains?"

The little girl Suzaku had no joy or sorrow on her face.

Mr. Hide laughed to himself.

"You still don't believe me?"

He slowly raised his big sleeves, but this time there was no more righteousness in his sleeves, but slowly pushed the big sleeves up, revealing his dry arms.

On the arm, the dead qi flowed, and the luck of the Origin Fu Emperor smashed out one heavy mark after another.

"Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, and Confucianism, but the bluestone of Buddhism is not in Kyoto and has escaped. ”

Mr. Hide's voice was low.

"Kyoto's great Confucianism, Daozu, have all fallen. ”

He smiled in a low voice, "Ten Great Confucians joined forces to defeat the emperor who was holding the 'Fucang Record'...... It's true. ”

When the little girl got the big news, her pupils constricted.

"The emperor was mad and destroyed the three religions in the world, burned books and pit Confucianism. Mr. Yin coughed a few times, with a sickly look in his eyes: "My fellow Confucianists are dead, what reason is there not to help the demon clan and subvert Great Qin?"

As soon as this statement came out.

Suzaku took a deep breath.

"Half a pillar of incense. ”

She looked at Mr. Yin in front of her seriously: "Also, he is not the prince of Eight Feet Mountain now. ”

The little girl looked back and looked deeply at the scholar who was still dazed, and her voice was particularly clear: "He is mine, brother." ”

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