In the distance, a man walked slowly in the air, dressed in coarse linen clothes, and a large linen cloak covered his face, and it was impossible to see what his face really looked like. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I could only feel that under the huge cloak, two sharp and sharp eyes shot out, making it impossible for people to look directly, and they didn't have the courage to look directly.

Behind him was this bamboo basket, and I don't know what was in it, and no one could look at it.

Beside him, followed a little boy, who looked no more than seven or eight years old, with two buns on his head, obediently followed the old man.

Bamboo dyeing, no one knows his cultivation and strength, and he doesn't know which sect he belongs to, whether he belongs to the heavenly realm or Buddhism... He is famous not for strength, but for divination.

I don't know what he's learned, but the art of divination is very powerful.

When he was young, he was tall and handsome, with black hair scattered behind his shoulders, and he was arrogant and arrogant.

Bamboo Dye once said: Calculate the world's affairs with one hand, and there is a bamboo lang on the bank of the Xingzhou River!

The arrogance is extremely high, and if you think about it, you can also say such things, how can you not have a little arrogance?

This is bamboo dyeing, with a pair of hands, counting all the things in the world.

At that time, many strong people prepared countless treasures or foreign objects, looking for the traces of this bamboo dye, hoping to let the bamboo dye help calculate a hexagram.

It's just that the bamboo dye divination is only free, as long as he is unwilling, no one can find him, because he can calculate everything, count the world, and no one can know where he is.

But he knows who wants to come to him.

I have everything in my hands, and I already know how to deal with it.

But the limelight didn't last long.

It's only ten years, and after ten years, there seems to be no news of this bamboo dyeing in the world... No matter who looks for it, it is in vain.

Some people say that Bamboo Dye was taken away because of his excessive self-control, and some people say that Bamboo Dye peeped into the heavens in vain, causing anger in all directions. Kill it.

But in the end, no one knows, anyway, the bamboo dye is missing.

And once it disappeared, it was a full three hundred years!

After 300 years, that is, 100 years ago, bamboo dyeing was reborn.

It's just that the bamboo dye that has been missing for 300 years is no longer the bamboo dye it was at the beginning, and he is wearing shabby linen clothes. He wore a huge cloak on his head, which completely covered his face, and no one could tell it.

At this time, Bamboo Dye was already old, and he didn't have the strength to walk, and he didn't have the strength to count the world.

Bamboo dyeing was gradually forgotten by the world, and this appearance did not cause a boom......

Someone found Bamboo Dye and wanted to ask Bamboo Dye to count a hexagram, but Bamboo Dye shook his head with a smile and said that he would never count the hexagram again, because he was upset...

Word spread about it. I don't know if it's because I saw the current miserable situation of bamboo dyeing or something else, and the people who have the heart to deal with bamboo dyeing can't bear to do it, and gradually bamboo dyeing has become an ordinary person, ordinary people who can't be ordinary anymore...

From the first peerless genius who was dressed in silk and satin, handsome, and high-spirited, to now a rickety old man who was dressed in coarse linen clothes and difficult to see people with his true face, he was decadent, how could he have the slightest meaning of genius?

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, and the final whereabouts turned out to be like this.

Geniuses of yesteryear. It's falling like this.

Emptiness turns into laughter, laughter.

"When my gaze turns to darkness. It's the dawn of ......"

At the beginning, countless people who wanted to make this old man count as a hexagram could only get this sentence.

Finally, in the eyes of everyone... In the drift of these words, the figure of Bamboo Dye gradually faded away, and disappeared into the darkness.

At the time, many people thought that it was a dumb riddle given by Take-dye, and when my gaze turned to darkness, it was the dawn......

Whose gaze, the gaze of the bamboo dye, or what, no one can guess the mind of the bamboo dye. I don't know what the hell he's thinking.

Some people even want to investigate the people who have come into contact with bamboo dyeing, for three hundred years, who is the last hexagram of bamboo dyeing for! What price did this hexagram pay him, and how did it become like this?

This is the most curious thing everybody, but it's a pity. No trace can be found.

"Bamboo dye, is a respectable person, he can spy on the heavens, but it is difficult to survive..."

...

This bamboo dye is getting closer and closer, and the body exudes a foul smell, which is difficult to extinguish, and there is no way to hide it!

I don't know where this smell comes from and why it exists.

However, the child around this bamboo dye is emitting a strange fragrance, which is offset by it, if it is not a person with extremely high cultivation and extremely strong perception, he will not be able to detect it at all.

Bamboo dyeing lived and died step by step, and walked in front of this person.

"King Jinmang, long time no see. ”

This Jinmang old Wang Zun can indeed be regarded as a powerhouse in the realm of Wang Zun.

King Jinmang is a person from Xiaolong Valley, and he has been in the realm of this king for hundreds of years...

The strength is surprisingly high.

"It's been a long time, where have you been in the past four hundred years?" asked King Jinmang.

"After I met you back then, I have been traveling in the mountains and rivers to refine my heart. Takezome said softly.

King Jinmang nodded, knowing a little in his heart, how could this bamboo dye be as easy as he said.

"Your body..."

King Jin Mang stretched out his hand to pat the bamboo dye, but the wind blew gently, and the raised hand fell again...

"Don't worry, you can't die for the time being. Takezen chuckled and said, his voice hoarse... It makes people feel a little more sad in their hearts.

King Jin Mang didn't speak, looked at the dragon platform and said, "I know, you won't miss this kind of prosperity." ”

Zhu Ran turned around and looked out with Jin Mang's gaze, looking at the gate of the dragon platform standing majestically above the East China Sea, and didn't know what to do.

"I thank you for saving me from danger, I owe you a favor, what do you want me to do?"

Hearing this, the child next to Takeran was a little anxious, and hurriedly reached out and pulled Takezen's sleeve and said, "Master, Master, your body can't do those things now... You know..."

Takeran suddenly lowered his head, and his gaze fell directly on the child beside him like two sharp arrows.

"Teachers have their own measure. Take-dyed whispered.

Jin Mang sighed and took something out of his bosom.

"Snow elixir. The Snow Mountain Spirit Essence Inner Pill is a little good for your current body. Jin Mang said softly.

The Snow Mountain Spirit Essence is a divine object that can not be found, and its Inner Dan is even more extraordinary, which has great benefits to the human body, especially the body that is now bamboo-dyed, and it must be excellent to use the Inner Dan of the Snow Mountain Spirit Spirit to recuperate.

Calm your mind. It doesn't get any better than this snow elixir.

Zhu Ran was just about to refuse, but the little child next to him hurriedly stretched out his hand and snatched the Neidan over and said, "Master, this has a great recuperating effect on your current body, and you can't give it up." ”

After thinking about it, Takeran nodded and said, "Well, I see... You put it away. ”

After speaking, Zhu Ran turned his head to look at King Jinmang and said, "Your Royal Highness, please tell me what you want me to do." ”

No matter how much King Jinmang cherishes his talents, but now, the talent of bamboo dyeing is like this countless rookie genius. The new blood of the new era is still a little insignificant in comparison.

Even if he was seriously injured while fighting with Zhuran, he had to calculate what happened to the fall of the dragon platform.

King Jinmang looked at the dragon platform, stretched out his hand and said, "Please..."

Zhu Ran nodded, took off the bamboo cage behind him, handed it to the little boy, and picked him up. Go into the distance.

At this moment, King Jin Mang saw clearly what was carried in the bamboo cage.

The bamboo cage is full of precious spiritual herbs and elixirs that nourish the mind and calm the mind. Rare bird.

What did bamboo dyeing go through? What kind of destruction has the body been subjected to... ended up like this.

King Jinmang sighed, looked into the distance, and just wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't open his mouth...

Because compared to these people, bamboo dyeing is really nothing.

He has passed, become a star of the past. In that case, then he is not qualified to continue to be worthy of protection...

After just a dozen breaths, Zhu Ran returned to the side of King Jinmang.

"If it's too hard, then..."

Before King Jinmang's words were finished, he was interrupted by Zhu Ran: "Don't worry. I promise you that I will do it, although I am old... But I'm not used to being indebted all the time, it's been a hundred years. ”

After speaking, Zhu Ran directly bypassed the King of Jinmang, and walked towards the Denglongtai Gate that stood majestically in the distance above the East China Sea.

Flowers begin to grow from the foot of this bamboo dye... In the blink of an eye, it will be extinguished, vanished, withered!

King Jin Mang has really seen what it means to be one year old and one withered.

"It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

Takezome stopped after walking a few hundred steps, not for any special reason, the reason why he wanted to go to the front was very simple, because he was arrogant.

As the pride of this profession.

It is also the only bit of arrogance left in himself.

At this moment, Zhu Dye stands between heaven and earth, as if there is nothing else in the whole world except himself.

"This is the god operator of the year - the master of bamboo dyeing?"

"After hundreds of years of silence, it ended up like this... I really don't know what's going on. ”

"He can count all the things in the world, but he didn't count himself to such a fate, what a sad person. ”

"If you have the strength to do this, even if you can peek into the sky... But in the end, he was injured..."

Everyone sighed, and could only sigh.

Bamboo dyed in shabby linen clothes, but it was unusually clean, spotless, and the cold wind blew fiercely, but it could not blow off the cloak he wore on his head in any case.

Bamboo dye stretched out his hand to sacrifice to the sky and asked the earth.

Regardless of anything else, his eyes stared coldly at the gate of the dragon platform.

Bamboo dyeing suddenly published a book, and the sea water under his feet exploded into boundless waves, gradually converging into a formation.

Left hand Tai Chi right hand Yin and Yang... Master the heavens.

The stars shine in the sky, and they appear during the day... The starlight competed with the glow of the sun and the moon, and fell on the body of the bamboo dye.

Then the starlight that fell in the sky turned into a galaxy, flowing and wandering in front of it...

These stars recorded the things he wanted to know, and this was the number of fortunes he counted!

It's just that he has calculated his whole life, calculated for hundreds of years, and he has not calculated his life!

How sad it is...

In the blink of an eye, the boundless starlight rushed to the dragon gate, and the starlight was the eyes of bamboo dyeing, helping him see through everything.

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(Bamboo dyeing this shape is a stunning color that I really want to create!I hope you like this former Tianjiao, God operator - bamboo dyeing!) (To be continued.) )