"That person should be the eldest young master of the Huyang Ji family back then..."

"It's kind of like... Look at Bailu's two little babies admitting their low might..."

"Hehe... The trick of the ghost is really unpredictable. 81 Chinese Net"

“......”

The breeze is a small building, and you can enjoy yourself.

To the east of the Yingshui Night Banquet, seven or eight miles away, Nail Hutong. On the edge of the handle of the ironclad garrison, a slightly dilapidated five-story small house, on the top floor...

A plate of stir-fried beef, two plates of peanuts and beans, three cups of old tea from ancient trees, and three bad old men who are so old that they lose their teeth.

It's ordinary... They are all plainly dressed, white-headed, and like an elderly old lady in an ordinary family, their hands and feet are a little involuntarily trembling. However, one thing is very different. Even their old eyes that were looking at Yingshui were permeated with a deep ray of light...

This is definitely not the charm that ordinary old people can have.

"Bobo..."

"The eldest young master of the Ji family, Zhong Ming, Mantis Boxing, Dong Chengguang, disciple of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, Jin Huai, the heir of the Iron Leg Gong, Ning Ruping, the scholar of cloth, Murong Qianxi, and the one who took the fish Janezi should be in the waves. Hehe... There are more than 2,000 people, all of them are real dead people, and they all jumped out of the coffin board. This ghost plot was laid down back then, which is really scary. Resurrected from the dead, 20 years of Tibetan Bureau. The Great Strategy... The Great Strategy..."

"Bobo..."

“......”

The old mouth chews peanuts, the speaker speaks slowly, and looks at the scene on the Yingshui River from afar, slowly chanting, giving people the feeling that this is said with a hanging breath, and it makes people feel uncomfortable no matter how they listen to it.

Merely...

If Zhou Yuanshan or the more than thirty Pure Yang Sect Masters who had betrayed the Pure Yang Palace were present at this time, they would definitely be able to recognize this half-dead old man who spoke. Because, just a few days ago, they had met the old man and discussed his origins.

And this old man...

It's no one else, it's the bad old man who was dragged to read the red paper three days ago, on the day of the new post on the Yueyang official list! According to the inference of those Pure Yang Masters at that time, this old man's life experience is very remarkable. It is very likely that after the killing god back then, forcibly broke into the Pure Yang Palace and seized the artifact sword soul, the contemporary palace master of the Pure Yang Palace secretly arranged one of the eighteen sword attendants around the killing god!

It's a recluse... The power of kings!

And, at this moment, in addition to this bad old man, there are two more people. Seeing that they are close in age, they have the same breath, and they are so frank in their words to each other. The identities of the remaining two old men can actually be self-evident...

It must be involved with those eighteen Excalibur Sword Swordsmen!

Or even two of them!

"It's not surprising..."

"Now, we can all survive. Then these little milk babies are the devil's plotters, how can they not survive?"

"They're not like us..."

"Back then, Feng Xian killed the world with one person and one sword, almost killing the number of ninety-nine saints in the world, and causing nine days of resentment. If it weren't for the last moment, the heavenly machine made a move and temporarily blocked the heavenly path cause and effect with the supreme immortal technique. Do you think that with us small fish and shrimp, even if we just block a trace of thunder punishment for Fengxian, we can still escape the fate of being crushed? Don't forget, that thunder punishment is an existence that can be easily broken even by the ancestral artifact of the Huang family in Kyoto..."

The speaker sits on the left side of the square table. In terms of tone, it is much thicker than the old man who spoke before, and he is full of neutrality. As he spoke, he seemed to feel that he had digressed, so he changed his tone slightly, and continued: "And they are different..."

"These little guys were real dead people back then. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, that eldest young master of the Ji family died under the chaotic sword piercing heart of the Xuanwu Holy Army. And the Doll in Perak Hall, I was nearby when he died, and I watched him have half of his head cut off alive, and he died so that he couldn't die anymore. You say how can such a person who has lost his life still survive?"

"Unless..."

As soon as the former finished speaking, another old man sitting opposite the speaker took over with some hesitation: "Unless in addition to the ghost scheme, there are other heaven and earth saints who have taken action for these people and used some kind of anti-heaven means to renew their lives!"

The old man who spoke this time had more Zhongqi than the former. The voice is so loud that it doesn't look like him at all. After he finished speaking, the first speaker, and the old man with the weakest breath at this time, couldn't help but be puzzled, and said: "The dead give birth to white bones, and the reincarnation of cause and effect is a means that immortals may not have." If they all use holy medicine to prolong their lives, then I must not believe it. After all, there are only those heavenly and earthly treasures in the world, even if the Tower of Babel has this courage, then there is no such resource to squander. ”

"Not necessarily..."

The old man with the loudest voice waved his hand.

"Such a measure against the sky does not necessarily mean that immortals can't have it. Because, back then, there was another person who was injured a thousand times more seriously than these people, and he also survived. And, still alive to this day. With this person as an example, what are the injuries of these little dolls?"

The old man at the table was slightly blindfolded when he heard the voice, as if he had thought of something.

Said slowly: "What you said, but the old snake in Beimangguan?"

"It's him... The god of war. The interviewee nodded.

"If you think about it, a person who doesn't have half of his body can survive. It is not so unimaginable that these little dolls, who have just been chopped off a few knives and seem to have lost their lives, have been rescued. ”

“......”

The old man at the table was a little suspicious.

Obviously, this answer did not convince him of the confusion in his heart. Gently pick up the chopsticks, pick up two slices of fried beef, put them in the old mouth and chew for a while.

Shen Shen said: "It's different, they are completely different from Hongwu..."

"Although, Feng Xian's sword slashed half of Hongwu's body, cut off his qi and blood, and cut off his vitality. But Hongwu is the person of Huang Ce, Huang Ce holds the lifeblood of the Tang Dynasty, if he refines more than a dozen holy medicines with the power of the country, and then adds the peerless medical skills of the holy hand of mending the sky, it should still be possible to save his life. ”

"Definitely..."

"That's not possible. ”

Another old man waved his hand and denied the claim.

"Although the emperor can take out the holy medicine, although the holy hand can return to the sky. But the holy medicine is only the holy medicine after all, and there will always be a time when it will be exhausted. No matter how good the Holy Hand's medical skills are, they are only medical skills, and they can't make up for the lack of the saint's Heavenly Dao. With these two means, it may be possible to keep Hongwu's life for three or two years, but when the holy medicine is exhausted, Hongwu's qi and blood will be exhausted, and the way of the saint will inevitably dissipate. There is no way to live for 20 years. ”

The old man at the table was even more confused after hearing this. Frowning slightly, he put down the bamboo chopsticks in his hand and asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Hehe..."

The old man who was questioned smiled deeply. There is no sale, just say it

said: "Hongwu's injury, the lack of vitality and blood, this is not something that ordinary medicine or means can make up. To leave him alive, it is far from enough to rely on the imperial strategy and the means to make up for the sky, and it stands to reason that at least one more person must be added. Moreover, the key to Hongwu's life and death lies in the decay of qi and blood. Therefore, this person must also be a big man who can use the power of the heavens to replenish the essence blood of the saint for him, so that he can survive to this day. ”

“......”

Speaking of this, the old man paused, looked at the other two people here meaningfully, looked at them for a while, and then continued to say in a deep voice: "And under the heavenly opportunity, there is only one big man with this ability..."

"Wu Zu Fan Kui!"

Before the former finished speaking, the old man, whose breath was weak, seemed to have a flash of spirit!

"That's right..."

The former nodded and said, "A person who can ignore the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao and be good at becoming a saint in the flesh can only be this saint who does not conform to the Heavenly Dao." ”

“......”

A dusty past, as well as a mystery hidden in the hearts of the world, seems to be gradually unraveling with the conversation of the three old men here. Whether this is the case or not is not yet verified. After all, no matter how reasonable and well-founded you say, in the overall situation of the common people that has been hidden for a hundred years, it may not be true.

It's a game for the strategists...

On the Yingshui River in the north, there are more and more people in the rivers and lakes who can't hold back and toast to the sky. Until now, there are not many people left with drinks in their glasses. It's just the small number of people who are left, that is, they can't stand the so-called face. I believe that as long as it takes a while, when the invisible coercion on the high platform continues to sink, they will not be able to hold their own fearful defense line.

Looking at the end of the long river in the north, the old man with a weak breath still asked, "According to you, as early as twenty years ago, Wu Zu was already secretly standing behind Huang Ce?"

"It's... But not exactly. ”

The old man with a loud voice followed the gaze of the speaker, and also looked up and down the high platform in the middle of the long river.

After thinking about it, he continued to reply slowly: "In this matter of Hongwu, it seems that Wu Zu has intersected with Huang Ce or made some transactions, which is undoubtedly a thing. And, look at it again from tonight's events. Almost all of these people who came back from the dead were seriously injured by swords, resulting in qi and blood exhaustion and loss of vitality. If you want to snatch their lives back from the hands of Lord Yama, I think that in addition to the heavenly machine, only this Wu Ancestor can have this ability. Therefore, it is not difficult to infer that the ghost plot and the witch ancestor twenty years ago must have reached some kind of ulterior consensus. Otherwise, with the height and temperament of Wu Zu, he would definitely not shoot for these little dolls for no reason. ”

After speaking, there were not too many emotional ups and downs here, and the old man at the table looked at the talker fixedly. Said flatly: "So, he has already entered the game." ”

The old man who had spoken before nodded: "Or maybe he has been in the game all along." It's just that we're standing too low to see where he is. ”

"You say..."

The old man, whose breath was weak, looked at the bright yellow figure on the high platform in the distance, and asked uncertainly: "Is it possible, standing behind him?"

"Hehe... And who knows?"

“......”

When he asked this, the other two old men here sank their old eyes almost at the same time. They didn't answer, they all looked at the top of the big river, at the end of the high platform...

And at this time, the other end...