Du Aotian looked at Xiuyun's mean face quietly, and he was also thinking about how to deal with this unfathomable guy in his heart. ⊙ Ding Ding Xiaoxiao, www. But before he could say a word, he saw the door of the battleship open, and nearly a hundred demon cultivators in the barrier-breaking period flew out of it, and the light of various magic weapons shone on people's eyes.

Touching Du Aotian's chin a little frivolously, Xiuyun asked proudly: "What about these people, it is a meeting gift from my sister, you can use it with confidence, if it weren't for the fact that too many disciples in the Liquid Transformation Stage could not appear in the mortal world at once, I wouldn't just give my younger brother these hands." ”

Du Aotian quietly took half a step back and looked at these demonic cultivators in the barrier-breaking period.

A few years ago, at the beginning of Du Aotian's deacon as a place in Beiyan, the entire Beiyan was only supported by three strong people in the barrier-breaking period, and even if his strength was improved to the liquid stage, he did not send him new manpower;

Now, the addition of nearly 100 masters in the barrier-breaking period can be said to have completely broken the balance of power with the Northern Regions. The strength of the chemical liquid period can be classified as ordinary, so you don't have to care about any rules, if these more than 100 people are used as sharp knives to lead the Northern Yan Iron Cavalry to charge against the Northern Regions Royal Court, the effect will be amazing, but Du Aotian is a little suspicious, since Bixiu let himself be careful, why did Xiuyun here send so many masters to himself?

Do you want to seize power?

Du Aotian thought so, and felt that it was not right, if it was with Xiuyun's strength. can directly seize their own rights, how can they still use these people.

The huge battleship was obviously just escorting Xiuyun here. There was no intention of staying, after Xiuyun and the people she was carrying got off the boat. Then he turned around and left.

"Among these people, there are many strong people who are close to the liquid, and they are arranged under the hands of Li Liquan and others, I am afraid that they will not be able to suppress it...... "Of course, it is a good thing to have such a strong reinforcement, but Xiuyun's arrangement does make Du Aotian a little worried, and the balance of interests that needs to be done next is also very nerve-wracking.

Du Aotian was still thinking about it here, Xiuyun's hand built Du Aotian's shoulder, and the slightly hoarse voice with a soft breath blew into Du Aotian's ears: "My brother Aotian, don't you take your sister to where you live?" Just arrange it for me. ”

Xiuyun was so gentle, but Du Aotian just kept a straight face, Xiuyun didn't care when she saw this, she just continued to come to Du Aotian's ear again, and kept saying frivolous words.

"Lord Xiuyun, please come with me. Du Aotian quickly took a step, avoided Xiuyun, and walked towards the rear.

Xiuyun looked at Du Aotian's distant appearance, and her heart became more interested. The more he rejected people like this, the more interested he became.

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After being full of wine and food, Lin Haoyu got up and settled the bill, and began to walk around the city.

Cultivation is more than just meditation, visualization, and refinement. It is also necessary to get closer to life, to get closer to the mundane, but to understand the joys and sorrows of all living beings. Finally find your own way.

Look at everything in the world and see all kinds of things in the world. In the southern Xinjiang where fish and dragons are mixed. There are all kinds of people, Lin Haoyu just looked at them. Some people are blushing for a few big dishes, and some people are laughing happily at a strange news.

Nanjiang City is very large, and Lin Haoyu walks very slowly, so it took nearly half an hour just to walk out of a street, he stretched his body, and then found a teahouse at random and sat down.

At this moment, it is the moment after dinner, the sky is already dark, the southern Xinjiang city is rich, and the night is not like the small city in the middle of the region. At this juncture, it was time for entertainment and relaxation in the city, with lanterns everywhere and street lamps bright, and in this tavern, a large group of people were also listening to the storyteller's lectures, and they were all intoxicated and concentrated, for fear of missing a word.

Lin Haoyu took a sip of the teacup, and listened to it, and after a few words, he heard that the storyteller was talking about the ancient myth "Romance of the Gods", and he couldn't help but smile.

This "Romance of the Gods" was originally a myth, but it has been circulated for a long time, and there are really some fools and fools who worship it as a classic, and believe it to be true, and some people in the countryside have used this book to begin to establish temples and palaces, and worship some of the gods in the book.

The most powerful task in the book is the master of Sanqing, but the Hongjun Taoist is purely fictional, and has nothing to do with Taoism in reality, and no Taoist will worship such a fictional god.

But in the countryside, those almost illiterate villagers rely on the storyteller's mouth to know the world, where do they know this, worship the gods and worship a most powerful one, so in those small country temples, there are countless people who worship this Hongjun Taoist, and some Taoist priests will be called "liars" in the past, and over time, no one wants to care.

Lin Haoyu was not laughing at the story, but laughing at the fact that he once believed in this story, and really thought that there was such a Hongjun Taoist, and even wanted the other party to enlighten himself, but he really waited for him to enter the Tao, but he knew that these were all fake.

Here is talking about the third prince of Nezha to accept the incense offering, about to condense from the soul into the human body, the storyteller said a little tired, so he picked up the tea at hand and took a sip, but at this time someone interjected: "Sir, this southern region is very popular to worship Gu Man Tong, but also the soul of the living carved into a clay tire wood sculpture, day and night to accept incense offerings, isn't it very similar to Nezha here?"

As soon as this person spoke, the person next to him also began to talk to him: "Yes, it's exactly the same, but some time ago, a Taoist told me that Gu Man Tong is an evil law. ”

"Sir, you are well-informed, and you must know the difference here, why don't you tell us about it first, so that we can also have a long experience. ”

Listening to them, others began to make noise. There is no way, this is adjacent to the Southern Regions. The first place to pass through the method of worshipping Kuman Thong was here, and even the common people knew something about it.

But this storyteller is also a storyteller. Both of them are ostensibly living souls to be worshipped, and at his level, he can't tell the essence of them, and for a while he can only be distracted.

What's the matter, Hu Zou is good for two sentences, isn't this what Mr. Storyteller is best at, but Gu Man Tong is already something after all, if he says something wrong, isn't it just smashing his own brand.

He is a me, and the audience below is not happy. A man immediately said, "Sir, what is there to be taboo about? If you don't tell us about it, it won't be interesting for us to listen to it any longer." ”

After the man finished speaking, there was another burst of response, and the storyteller's face shrank into a ball. These listeners are so capricious, but their demands have to be met, and the listeners are the parents of Mr. Storyteller, and they must bear whatever they say. There are even times when he has to revise a certain script because it is too tragic, otherwise the article is too much. It will also cause a large loss of listeners. There are also guests who like to listen to tragedies, but in this southern Xinjiang, most of them are gamblers gathered here. They have enough excitement on weekdays, and they just want to have a good time here. You can't get along with money!

At this moment, Lin Haoyu's voice sounded in his ears. Suddenly the voice reached his ears.

"Repeat it according to what I said, this "Romance of the Gods" is a novel, although fictional things are based on reality, but they are also fiction, everyone just listen to a happy one, don't believe it to be true, and finally mislead others and yourself. ”

This storyteller is also a shrewd person, and when he heard the sound, he knew that he had met a master, so he hurriedly retold this passage, and then Lin Haoyu's voice sounded again:

"Nezha in "The Romance of the Gods" received incense, although he is also a soul, but he already knows good and evil, can distinguish right from wrong, and has Taiyi Zhenren teaching on the side, so he can manifest the gods and respond to requests. ”

However, the Gu Man Tong from the Southern Regions is based on the soul of an unborn baby, and according to the right reason, if the baby dies early, it will return to the underworld and be reincarnated, but it will be left in the world alive, and this alone is a violation of the Heavenly Rules. ”

"Furthermore, the newborn baby is like a blank piece of paper, writing 'evil' is evil, writing 'right' is right, and the worshippers of this Kuman Thong will do whatever they want, whether it is good or evil, and the effect is very fast, and the things that the worshippers of this Kuman Thong ask for are mostly selfish things and cannot see the light, so it can be said that this Kuman Thong is the product of evil law. ”

After the storyteller said this, he only felt a stream of sweat running down his head, but he knew that there were many people in the audience who worshipped Kuman Thong, and that Kuman Thong was also very supernatural, and his remarks were likely to offend some people.

Sure enough, as soon as his voice fell, an old man stood up, pointed at him and said loudly: "It's just nonsense, that Guman spirit boy is willing to stay in the world, and has the blessing of a high-level master, how can it be an evil magic? As you said, after a person dies, he will return to the underworld, so how does Nezha leave his soul?"

The old man's remarks can be regarded as hitting the nail on the head, and it is also the soul, why can Nezha's still stay in the world, but Gu Mantong's cannot? People who are not cultivators will not understand the Tao in it, and the cold sweat on the storyteller's head has left signs again.

At this moment, Lin Haoyu's voice sounded in his ears again: "The person who cultivates the Tao is the ancestor of the table, who transfers his soul to the three officials of heaven, earth and water, and does not belong to the jurisdiction of the underworld. ”

The storyteller immediately repeated this sentence, and blocked the old man speechless, in this novel, all of them are immortals, and the realm of high mana can only look up, if you compare these mages of the world, it is a big joke!

This storyteller was also afraid that he would not be able to get off the stage because of any more tricky and strange problems, and he didn't care about everyone's discussions, so he was shocked and said: "Let's get down to business, let's pick up the above ......."

Seeing that this storyteller escaped a catastrophe, and also revealed some Gu Mantong's mistakes by the way, Lin Haoyu also felt comfortable, he stood up, casually dropped the usual big money on the table, and Shi Shiran walked back towards his inn. (To be continued......) R527