Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night, I Build Hell Town Human World

Although it is only a very weak level of cultivation, how many living beings are there in the heavens and myriad realms?

With such a trickle accumulation, Cui Changqing's cultivation base will not be too low.

"Teacher, what happened in Mingyue Dao City this time has nothing to do with you at all."

"Why do you..."

The young Confucian scholar did not continue talking.

Every family has a difficult scripture to recite, and his teacher Cui Changqing also has it.

When Cui Changqing proved Daoist Venerable, his Tao and another fellow Taoist turned out to lead to the same goal by different routes.

On a Taoist avenue, only one person is allowed to exist.

If Cui Changqing, or someone else, can pass successfully, then naturally there is nothing to say.

The problem is that at that time, because the two were crowded on the same road, no one could pass.

Go further to live forever, take a step back to die.

At this time, of course neither of them dared to retreat.

You can become a Daoist, but you can't stand still.

Either the two will compete, or one will take the initiative to give in, if not, the only way for both of them is to die.

Cui Changqing and the two persisted for a long time, and then another scholar gave way to him.

Originally, Cui Changqing, who only had the natal character long, got the natal character Qing from the other party.

Since then, he has also become a Confucian sage with two natal characters, and another quasi-daoist, of course, died of the body and disappeared.

But when the other party gave way, he also put forward a strange condition.

That is when the other party's descendants are in trouble, no matter how big the matter is, Cui Changqing must stand up once.

Unfortunately, the incident in Mingyue Dao City was planned by the descendants of that Confucian scholar.

Of course, Cui Changqing is not a dead-headed person, but once he breaks his promise, he will suffer the inevitable backlash of the Dao.

Unable to advance, unable to retreat, Cui Changqing had no choice but to fight Chen Qiye.

It turned out that this disciple of Cui Changqing thought of a tricky way.

It was him, an outsider, who leaked the secret.

In this way, not counting Cui Changqing breaking the contract, Chen Qiye should go to another person with a debtor.

In another area of ​​the Chaotic Star Sea, a woman in purple was sailing slowly on the sea in a small boat.

On the small boat, there was also a white-haired boy with a smile on his face.

"Murong Bai, you are plotting against Cui Changqing this time, are you really avenging your ancestor?"

Murong Zitong looked at Murong Bai opposite and asked.

Both of them are the seeds of Confucian saints of the younger generation of Chunqiu Academy.

But Murong Zitong only likes to write, but this Murong Bai is very scheming and has a very deep city.

Since he practiced so far, Pang Ran can hardly understand what he has done.

Sometimes even if you can see his three or five moves, you think you have seen all his arrangements.

But they don't know, this is what Murong Bai deliberately let the other party see, and the other party's knowledge of these things is also a move on Murong Bai's chessboard.

"no."

Murong Bai said with a light smile.

After speaking, he lay down on the boat and looked at the sky.

The world in his eyes is also different from the world in Pang Ran's eyes.

In his view, all changes in this world have laws.

For example, if a fruit is on a tree and you punch it with a punch, different changes will occur depending on the strength.

And everything in the world changes according to similar laws.

How many laws you master, you can have as much impact on the heaven and earth avenue.

Unbeknownst to everyone, an unprecedented catastrophe was about to occur in the Four Dao Realms.

Murong Bai knew it. He not only knew that the catastrophe was about to appear, but also saw many subsequent changes.

The past is unique and the future is infinite.

This is right or wrong!
Just like yesterday, Murong Zitong didn't expect to appear here today.

But because of his promotion, Murong Zitong, the girl of heaven, has to be here to enjoy the cool breeze with him today.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Murong Zitong looked at this clan brother, and asked with a bit of anger in his tone.

"I do not know."

It seems that Murong Bai really doesn't know, and it seems that there are some things that he can't tell Murong Zitong.

"hey-hey."

"Actually, a long, long time ago, a man named Qin also asked me this question."

Murong Bai seemed to have thought of something interesting and revealed such a secret to Murong Zitong.

It's a pity that Murong Zitong only knows how to write, and she only likes to write.

Of course she didn't know that the surnamed Qin that Murong Bai said was the famous Qin Que.

"Those who can see the changes in the world and promote the changes in the world are chess players."

"It's just that on the chessboard, the strength of chess players varies."

"Sometimes something wonderful happens, and sometimes something terribly absurd happens."

"It's because these chess players sometimes make immortal moves, and sometimes they make nonsensical moves."

While talking to himself, Murong Bai raised his hand and pointed at the void.

Every time he tapped lightly in the void, it was like dropping a pawn.

"I do not understand."

Murong Zitong shook his head.

"I know."

"That's why you're with me."

"If you can understand, I won't dare to chatter with you."

Murong Bai laughed out loud this time.

Because when he was talking to Murong Zitong, Cui Yu actually played a foul move!
After Cui Yu was abandoned by Fu Gu, there were only two ways to go.

One way is to kill him, and the other way is to kill Chen Qiye to survive.

Although both are dead ends, Cui Yu obviously chose a dead end.

"There's a great guy coming."

Murong Zitong's complexion changed slightly, and a piece of rice paper was spread out in front of her.

"I know."

Murong Bai nodded, and began to grind ink for her slowly.

"A little more ink, it's very strong."

Murong Zitong looked at the sea in the distance and said solemnly.

"Oh?"

"Actually, it's not that great."

Murong Bai shrugged.

"Then you come."

When Murong Zitong heard his words, he immediately handed over the small awl in his hand.

"Don't don't."

"I'm also good at talking. If I really want to fight with others, I still have to rely on you."

"Shouldn't you just grind a little more ink? It's easy to talk about."

Murong Bai didn't talk nonsense right now, and began to concentrate on studying ink.

Not long after, Cui Changqing, a Confucian saint wearing a green shirt, appeared not far from the two of them.

"Good calculation!"

Cui Changqing looked at Murong Bai in the distance, and said in a tepid voice.

The [-]-day agreement between him and Chen Qiye was on the one hand dealing with funeral affairs, on the other hand he was thinking about how to end this matter.

Cui Changqing finally decided not to be a scapegoat.

As long as he kills Murong Bai, he doesn't need to be a scapegoat for Murong Bai.

"Ugh."

"Cui Changqing, you shouldn't have come."

Murong Bai shook his head while grinding the ink and said.

"Humph!"

Cui Changqing snorted coldly and waved his big sleeve.

"A rising tide lifts all boats!"

As soon as Cui Changqing said this, with Tianxian in his mouth, the sea suddenly became rough.