The four people watched Yuwen Zhouyuan silently complete this matter, without saying a word, and without putting them in their eyes, they were immediately furious. One of them was about to get angry, and reached out to grab Yuwen Joowon's shoulder.

Suddenly, as if he heard countless people whispering, and when he looked up, he saw thousands of portraits hanging on the roof of the shed, rustling in the breeze, as if they were whispering.

The four of them noticed so many portraits, and when they looked at them, they suddenly knew what they were, and their expressions all changed.

It was as if thousands of people were watching them above their heads, and the girl vaguely felt that some of the portraits were smiling at her, and the smile was terrifying.

Yuwen Zhouyuan still ignored them, and at this time, Dongfang Hancui shouted in the distance: "The meal is ready, the husband can eat." ”

Yuwen Juyuan walked there, and the girl gritted her teeth and whispered, "Pretend to be a ghost and kill him." ”

The killing thought was together, and the four of them were about to make a move, only to see dead words flying out of the painting and shooting towards the four of them.

"Poof!" almost all four of them spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and then all four of them fell to the ground, and then "bang ......" made four crisp sounds in a row, and there was no sound.

Yuwen Zhouyuan flicked his sleeves and rolled the four corpses to the backyard, where there was a dry well, and the well was covered with a large stone slab, and the stone slab separated by itself, and the body was thrown in, and then the stone slab was covered again.

Inside, it's as if nothing had ever happened.

Two years later, there were more than 1,000 portraits of human heads hanging on the beams in the house, and the wind blew and suddenly made a loud noise.

These portraits are under the protection of the power of life and death realized by Yuwen Zhouyuan, the ink color does not decrease in the wind and rain, the rice paper does not break, and the facial expression of the person is rich, each with its own merits.

Yuwen Zhouyuan peeled tofu in the morning, cut off people's heads at noon, and painted in the afternoon, and in this way, day by day, the qi of life and death around his body appeared and disappeared, disappeared and emerged, and after disappearing and appearing nine times, it completely dissipated and there was no trace.

On this day, the three factions of the court and the central government were completely defeated, and the form of the Northern Chu State changed.

In this way, all the executioners of the Northern Chu State had to participate, and even mobilized some part-time executioners in other places.

On this day, there are still a sea of people, countless people with this old family, the benevolent and the hateful people gather here, some people celebrate loudly, some people cry to see them off, a lively scene.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the execution began, but today Yuwen Zhouyuan did not move, he looked at those who were to be beheaded, and suddenly became stupid.

This situation has happened before, some executioners can't stand this endless killing and beheading, and suddenly go crazy on the court, the chief of the prison and beheader sighed, and since then he has lost a good hand, thinking about his friendship for many years, ignoring the existence of Yuwen Zhouyuan. Continue with the decapitation command.

The heads flew up one by one, up to the eighty-year-old man, down to the five or six-year-old son, and all of them had to be beheaded if they were harmed by the nine clans, and finally there was only the grandson of the elder of the pavilion, a two-year-old baby.

None of those executioners could bear to do it, but the law was so strict that they had to be beheaded.

The fierce Yuwen Zhouyuan moved, and he said: "The sky sends a killing machine, the stars change to stay, the earth sends a killing machine, the dragon and the snake rise to land, and the human sends a killing machine, and the heaven and the earth repeat." ”

In an instant, Yuwen Zhouyuan had an epiphany of life and death again, and the spiritual power in his body circulated rapidly in the dantian, and soon two aircurrents were formed, one black and one white, one life and one death, life and death depended on each other, this airflow began to rotate with the dantian as the center, and at the same time, the anger of those who were beheaded on the law field before death, and the death qi after the beheading quickly surged towards Yuwen Zhouyuan, and the best thing was that the thousands of portraits of the people who were killed by Yuwen Zhouyuan began to burn, turning into raging flames, and the two qi of life and death contained in the painting also entered Yuwen Zhouyuan's body。

The endless qi of life and death gathered into Yuwen Zhouyuan's body, Yuwen Zhouyuan's aura suddenly changed, and the whole person looked extremely sacred, and a smell of the Great Dao emanated from his body.

As the smell of this avenue emanated, in an instant, Yuwen Zhouyuan's body emitted countless strong lights, and this strong light illuminated the entire Northern Chu Kingdom Capital Ming City, and everyone was shocked at once, and at the same time, a question arose in their hearts, what is going on?

This was a whistle, Yuwen Juyuan strode up to the baby, and said, "Don't kill, you've killed enough, if you want to kill, kill me." I'm willing to follow by example!"

After speaking, he grabbed the baby and threw it into the crowd, and then grabbed his own ghost head knife, and in a flash of the knife, Yuwen Zhouyuan's head fell, and he died for the baby.

The spectators were in an uproar, the leap king actually beheaded himself for a baby, it was an incredible thing, the people were in an uproar, and the remnants of the old family took the opportunity to save the baby.

Twenty years later, the child grew up, rose up, and finally succeeded in usurping the throne and became the monarch of the Northern Chu State.

He canonized the leap king who died for him as the god of the sword, and from then on, this leap king became the god emperor worshiped by all the executioners, and then slowly developed into the god emperor worshiped by the officials and officials of the Northern Chu State.

Besides, after Yuwen Zhouyuan saved the child with his incarnation, he returned home in his real body and called Dongfang Hancui and the two to restore their original appearance and float away.

Yuwen Zhouyuan returned to the capital of Daxiong again, the dust hall that he entered back then, time has passed, and it has become a tavern, and the winery opposite is still there, but Xiaohu has reached middle age at this time.

And Xiaohu's son has successfully advanced to the True Yuan Period, but he has not left home to practice, and it seems that he can't enter his parents.

Yuwen Juyuan stood on the street, looking at the pedestrians coming and going, he found that except for a few people on the entire street, the others were all fresh faces, and time was really untreated, and the years were ruthless!

Because Yuwen Zhouyuan has already understood the way of life and death, he has already seen a trace of heaven for the ruthless way, and now standing on this long street, suddenly thinking of life and death, ruthlessness, and the years can't help but move in his heart, and the artistic conception of time that has not been understood for a long time has begun to loosen!

Without thinking about it, Yuwen Zhouyuan walked to a nearby inn, stayed there, and then took out a pen and began to draw the portrait of the true monarch who comprehended the artistic conception of the passage of time in the Qingshui Sect.

As the pen flew like a fly, gradually Yuwen Zhouyuan felt a bang in his head, his eyes flashed with unimaginable light, and at this moment he felt his body suddenly float up, slowly rising from this inn, getting higher and higher.

In this process of rising, Yuwen Zhouyuan saw countless mortals, in these mortals, all of them have the existence of the power of time, even some flowers and trees, everything in the world has the existence of the power of time, and time is everywhere.

Yuwen Zhouyuan subconsciously wanted to find the source of this time power.

Slowly, Yuwen Juyuan felt that his god was flying higher and higher, and the Nobita Kingdom Kyoto under him was getting smaller and smaller, and finally Kyoto disappeared, and in front of him was a space full of mist and aura.

It's a pity that until this time, the source of that time power, Yuwen Zhouyuan still hasn't found it, and he can feel that time power, even in the entire universe, is everywhere.

That space full of misty aura was bizarre, and the spiritual power of the entire space was thousands of times higher than that of the space where Yuwen Zhouyuan lived, and it was thousands of times higher than that of the Taihuang Mountain Immortal Cultivation Realm!

Yuwen Zhouyuan wants to find the source of this power of time, and at this time, he is completely relying on instinct, and he is manipulating all his actions.

Yuwen Juyuan felt that his body was getting higher and higher, and at this time, he was not under his control, and it seemed that he was about to merge into the long river of time in the process of searching for the power of time, just when he was at a loss.

An old man sitting in the Lingshan Cave Mansion in the sea in this dense land suddenly opened his eyes and said to himself: "There is someone who understands the artistic conception of the passage of time, interesting, it seems that this little guy is in trouble, fortunately, just help him!"

As soon as the words fell, the old man raised his hand to the air a little, and suddenly a streamer of light flew towards the divine thoughts that were about to merge into the long river of time.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's divine thoughts quickly returned to his body at the moment when the streamer entered, and at the same time, a voice came from his ear: "In the lower realm, you can actually see someone who has such a sense of time power, how can this kind of heavenly dao be pursued by a person who has not yet broken the true monarch, the avenue is boundless, you have good qualifications, good understanding, good mood, and his achievements are limitless." If you ascend to the Immortal Realm in the future, you can come to my Glazed Heavenly Realm!Bow under my Glazed Emperor's throne, go back!" Saying that, he said a little with his right hand, and suddenly Yuwen Zhouyuan trembled, and he felt that his body seemed to be pushed hard by a strong force, and suddenly came to his senses.

Yuwen Zhuyuan woke up and found that he was still in this inn, and from the image of the old man who had been drawn on the table by the Qing Shui Sect to perceive the artistic conception of the passage of time, the ink had not yet dried, and it could be seen that he had just been out of his body for a short time.

"Brother, what does this smell like, it stinks!" Dongfang Hancui said as he came in from outside.

Hearing Dongfang Hancui say this, Yuwen Zhouyuan realized that a large amount of sweat had appeared all over his body, and in this sweat, there was a strong smell of fish.

Since he was washed by the Taiji Zhong Fa Mao at the top of Zhengxuan Peak in Taihuang Mountain, unless he is promoted to a major level, there is rarely such a fishy thing discharged from the hair.

At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed with bright light, he took a deep breath and picked up the Jinlan pen and drew it on the rice paper, only to see him move the pen like flying, as the pen flew on the rice paper, the portrait of the old man in the yellow shirt who understood the artistic conception of the passage of time gradually jumped on the paper, but the artistic conception of time on the image was not obvious, Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his hand to burn it, and then painted it again, so Yuwen Zhouyuan insisted on it for a day and a night!

In the end, when Yuwen Zhouyuan painted the hundredth picture, the moment he closed his pen, the portrait of the old man in the yellow shirt of the Qingshui Sect suddenly took shape, exuding a strong artistic conception of time on this portrait, which was the trace of the passage of time.

Looking at the portrait quietly, after a long time, Yuwen Juyuan hung it up, and he put it together with the portrait of the middle-aged scribe and the thirty-year-old woman.

Merry Christmas to all! Have a Merry Christmas Eve.