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The sharp sound of scratching with fingernails.

Then, all the small swords flew back to the way they came, piercing a real person who was casting a spell in the air.

In the previous year, a sword rain fell in the capital, killing a playboy, a servant, and a real person.

And the culprit of all this was a young man from a small Taoist temple on a certain mountain.

Lin Xingtao leaned down and saw a stream of blood slowly flowing down Yu Buzhe's pale cheek.

Yu Buzhe wiped off the bloodstains, stood up, and became the youngest real person in the court.

He became a mage at the age of twelve and a real person at the age of fourteen.

The path of cultivation was much simpler than he imagined, and the cultivators he imagined were too unbearable, so his expression was a little bored, and the thin blood on his lips made him particularly cold.

And a little indescribable dangerous charm.

The little girl at the corner was obviously attracted to him.

The little girl blushed and asked, "What are you doing in front of my house? Are you coming to my house to play?"

To the left of Yu Buzha is the little girl's house, with a word "Ling" on the plaque.

The old man holding the girl took him into the mansion, and the Ling family blocked the subsequent temptations from all parties for him.

The death of the playboy became the trigger for all forces to fish in troubled waters, and the capital was in turmoil for a while.

This turmoil lasted for four years.

Because he killed someone he shouldn't have killed, Yu Buzha could not walk on the streets of the capital with a swagger. What Lin Xingtao didn't expect was that at this age, he often went to the brothel to drink secretly.

The big event of rebellion was hastily decided in the boat on the river, singing and drinking, and the sound of stringed instruments.

Yu Buzha showed his talent and helped the Ling family replace the Ji family, and the Ling family used Yu Buzha as the national teacher to provide him with a smooth path to immortality. He said the plan like this, with a little settled pride on his young and handsome face, while the Ling family members opposite him breathed quickly and their eyes were full of ambition.

When he was eighteen, he vaguely felt the decline of the world's Taoism. He often looked at the horizon, frowning and silent. Although Yu Buzha was determined to become an immortal at this time, he was surrounded by worldly things, power struggles, and beauty.

At the end of the year, an unexpected rebellion began.

The Ling family's army was not particularly powerful, and the soldiers and horses of the court were not so weak. Everything was because of the young man flying in the air.

Eighteen-year-old Tianshi.

With a light closing of his palms, people fell down, one after another.

[When I was your age, I was already a Tianshi. ] Lin Xingtao still remembers what Yu Buzha said to him.

Everyone has his own life, and Yu Buzha's first half of his life is more dazzling than Lin Xingtao's.

He was right to be proud, so he broke into the Zhengqing Sect and asked the eighth-generation leader of the Zhengqing Sect: "Does the Zhengqing Sect know how to become an immortal?"

["I thought the eighth-generation leader of the Zhengqing Sect would know the secret of becoming an immortal, but he said he would rather die than tell me."]

Since there have been rumors that the Zhengqing Sect is the only sect in the world that knows the secret of becoming an immortal, and the founder of Zhengqing is an immortal, so when things went against his wishes, Yu Buzhe was surprisingly angry for the first time.

He killed most of the Zhengqing Sect, trying to force the founder of Zhengqing out.

["I killed most of the Zhengqing Sect, and then I confirmed that the founder of the earthly immortal was no longer there."]

Before the age of eighteen, he actually killed very few people. After the age of eighteen, he wanted to kill people, and he would kill anyone who stood in his way until no one could stop him.

When the ground was covered with blood, he was suddenly startled.

Because he found two faces deeply engraved in his memory, the faces that he thought were immortals when he was born.

It turned out that the immortal he thought was was just a rat who died in his hands before he could beg for mercy.

After he understood this, he laughed loudly, manic, uneasy, self-deprecating, and lonely.

[“But just in case, I still left a ray of hope for Zhengqing Sect.”]

The eighth generation leader was not dead, and fled while he was laughing wildly. When he left, he only took a small package with a book "The Art of Seeing the Void and Clearing the Light".

But other Taoist sects were not so lucky.

[A hundred years ago, the Taoist tradition in the world was headed by Zhengqing Sect, and they all supported the previous dynasty. I had no choice but to kill those who refused to surrender. ]

After killing people, Yu Buzhe began to kill gods.

It turned out that Luojiang Dragon King was not the first god to die at his hands.

The act of killing gods seemed to make him feel something about the way of heaven, and he felt the anger of the way of heaven. After all, the Dragon King was a natural god, appointed by heaven. But Yu Buzhe would not stop, and even said that he had long been thinking about angering the way of heaven.

Through the massacre, he felt the further decline of the Lin Dynasty's Daoist tradition and the changes in this world, and thus the plan for the six chaos had already taken shape in his mind.

The first chaos, the chaos of the dynasty. [He laughed: "Da Lin is still here! Why is the heaven angry!"]

The fourth chaos, the chaos of the Daoist tradition. ["Some of the Daoists who truly sought the Dao were killed by me, and some broke off their Daoist tradition. It's really a pity."]

The fifth chaos, the chaos of the divine tradition. ["I, Yu Buzha, say to the heaven and earth: Luojiang is not a river, but Luoshui River!"]

These three chaos had already begun to show signs before he became the national teacher, and after he became the national teacher, the other three chaos followed closely.

Each layer of chaos will cause the origin of heaven and earth - the Great Dao to tremble, and the Heavenly Dao will adjust in time, but Yu Buzha suppressed the origin under the Dao Palace, making the world more and more chaotic for a hundred years.

Only the real chaos can cause changes in heaven and earth.

"The way of heaven, when it reaches its extreme, it will turn back." Yu Buzha smiled.

At this time, he still looked young, but he had been a national teacher for many years, and he already had the charm of a meaningful look when talking and laughing.

On this day, he decided to go home and take a look.

After pinching a few magic tricks, he crossed over the mountains and fields and returned to the small Taoist temple where he was born. On the stone in front of the small Taoist temple, the words "Relics of Immortals" written by him when he was young are still there, but there are no immortals or people in the Taoist temple.

Yu Buzhe was immersed in the journey of becoming an immortal. Only then did he realize that he had been away from home for decades and his parents might have thought he was dead.

Moreover, his parents were just ordinary monks, and they died within a few decades.

He went around to the back hill and saw a pair of graves.

There are also the high and low temples I saw when I was born, but there are no cigarettes rising. Just like this silent Taoist temple, they are covered with the vicissitudes of time.

"Only by becoming an immortal can you live forever." He said calmly.

Lin Xingtao was thinking about what the Dragon King said to him - under the way of heaven, there is only one death.

Time flies, and the path to becoming an immortal passes easily. Yu Buzhe lost his way to becoming an immortal just a few years after he was born.

He was a Celestial Master at eighteen years old and a National Master at twenty years old. After a hundred years, there was no change.

His white clothes were fluttering, and he knelt on the top of the mountain in front of his parents' tombs.

I waved my hand into the air, the clouds and mist dispersed, and I asked the sky if there were any immortals.

He listened to the sounds between heaven and earth again. When he stood up, clouds rolled in and the mountains shook, and light fell from the sky.

Just like the glow of the sky when he was born.

Light fell on him, and he himself became light.

[He is the last light in this world that has cut off the path to immortality.

Like the last mercy of heaven and earth. ]

However, for Yu Buzhe, the mercy of heaven and earth was to give him another beam of light.

It's mercy, but it's also cruelty.

The author has something to say: It’s equivalent to Yu Buzha’s extra story.

I thought about the sexy things to say in Youhua for half an hour, and found that I couldn't be sexy anymore.

He must have been drained by what he said before.

Chapter 203 Shinto Merits (Six One)

That trip home was one of the rare times Yu Buzha left the capital.

For the next hundred years, his true form sat in the Taoist Palace, living in a small place and taking charge of major events in the world.

One year, the head of Zhengqing entered the home of an ordinary farmer while escaping, and took out a baby from the swaddling clothes that was bitten by wild beasts and spattered with blood. There is an old tree outside the farmer's house, which slowly blossoms and bears fruit after being caressed by the owner. So the baby was named Bu Guozi, which was both a Taoist name and a secular name.

Starting with the word "Bu", it can be seen that the leader wanted to take this baby under his name and become the leader's disciple. And now that the Zhengqing sect's connections are declining, Bu Guozi is most likely to be the next generation leader. ▽思▽Rabbit▽网▽

Yu Buzhe looked everything into his eyes, caressed the obedient dragon veins under his hands, and listened to the heavenly masters saying in unison: "His life will end with a real person, birth and old age will be painful, and parting will be painful."

Therefore, Divination's talent is not outstanding, or even mediocre.

Yu Buzhe sighed softly, thinking that even the Zhengqing sect, which was most likely to produce an immortal, had chosen such an heir - nothing more.

No one in this world can be more stunning than him. The only thing that can frame him is this world.

[The second chaos, a hundred years of chaos. ]

When the Ling family was still in power for more than ten years and it would be a hundred years later, Yu Buzhe appeared in front of Emperor Yuan in his true form. Emperor Yuan tremblingly grabbed the corner of his clothes and asked in surprise: "The Imperial Master has lived for a hundred years." "Why is your face so youthful and not bad?" He smiled calmly and said with stunning grace, "Now that I have become a national master, I will succeed in finding the way to immortality."

From then on, Emperor Yuan had the seeds of immortality in his heart.

Yu Buzhe returned to the Dao Palace, stepping on white jade, and quietly watched the turmoil between Emperor Yuan and his concubine.

Facing various erotic scenes, his expression was natural and there was a meaningful smile on his lips.

The Taoist palace is like a fairyland. He is in a fairyland, with his eyes on the world of mortals and his fingers holding power.

"This is the biological mother of the Sixth Prince." He made some calculations and said, "She can be the emperor."

These three short words made the heavenly masters kneel on the ground and say yes.

He easily decided the issue of inheriting the throne, which was of great concern to the world.

Tianji became more and more chaotic due to his interference.

[The sixth chaos is the chaos of heaven. ]

In the next few years, he could not open his eyes to see the world as before, and he had to put great effort into suppressing the origin of Dao Gongxia.

As if by destiny, the birth of a royal baby was beyond his control.

The blood energy was fierce, the stars were changing, and the destiny was revealed. Yu BuZha suddenly opened his eyes and went to kill the Ninth Prince in person.

When he stood at the entrance of the palace, countless winds surrounded him and then whimpered towards the throats of the Taoists.

"Sorry for your troubles. In the past hundred years, there have only been these few real people." Yu Buzhe smiled, "Do you really want to be here for the blood of the Ling family?"

The Taoist priests hated the Ling family, but they hated the Imperial Master even more. One person said: "If you want the Ninth Prince to die, then we will let him live. We always want to make you unhappy. Your Highness has been sent out by us a long time ago. We are waiting for you here. If you come, you will never be found again." he!"

Yu Buzhe frowned, and all the Taoist priests wailed, and there was only a "shushing" sound. Blood splashed on the lantern at the entrance of the palace, making the lantern glow red and rustle.

The palace servant at the door knelt down and murmured: "The Ninth Prince is gone. He is gone. Youtian is protecting him."

Concubine Jing hurriedly fell to the ground of the palace and said in a trembling voice: "She is the True Dragon Emperor. Even if you are the Imperial Master, you cannot find her."

Yu Buzha slowly put away his smile: "As long as he returns to the capital, he will be back in my hands."

He was unhappy, but he was really just unhappy. Blood spread on the palace walls, dyed red, and became the background when he left.

This was the first thing in a hundred years that was not expected by Yu Buzha.

Two years later, a woman with the fate of a phoenix entered the palace. Before Xiao Jiahe entered the palace, she went up the mountain to worship the national teacher. Yu Buzha smiled and grabbed a phoenix with gorgeous feathers and locked it in a golden cage. "The phoenix left Dongling, but went to the capital. I think the real dragon is not there."

Until one day, the phoenix's feathers suddenly dimmed. Yu Buzha teased the phoenix and heard the report that Emperor Yuan had died of illness.

[The third chaos, the chaos of the real dragon.]

He did not declare the ninth prince as the crown prince to the world according to Emperor Yuan's will, nor did he make the sixth prince Ling Mingyu the crown prince according to his original intention. He named Ling Mingyu the King of Luo and then sent several clones to various places.

The fourth year after Emperor Yuan's death was the time for Yu Buzha to gather the overall situation as planned.

On this day, the mountain was covered with snow. Yu Buzha closed his eyes. Suddenly, outside the Taoist Palace, all the snow melted.