I am the leader of Huangquan

It's too dark.

Wu Lang paused his pen and began to write:

[It has been nearly a month since I came to the Netherworld Sect. I have been hiding for a long time, but no one has noticed. ]

The first paragraph is unremarkable, just a continuation of the previous chapter.

[After these days, I have also received a small life wheel. Senior Meng Po is very kind to me. Her words are obscure, but after careful consideration, she really has some difficulties. They want to bring real peace to this world of cultivating immortals who disregard human lives, but It seems that the disciples at the bottom didn't know it, and they endured a lot silently. ]

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[Senior Sister Xing Hanhan and her apprentices treated me well, but they didn't know the truth and thought we were evil. ]

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[The structure of the small life wheel is indeed complicated, and I am still working hard to try it. ]

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What this diary records seems to be the daily trivialities that happened these days, very ordinary.

Granny Meng looked calmly.

"Give me a drink!" She fed the soup again and again on Huangquan Road, peeping at her disciple's diary to pass the time.

This is her daily life, peeping at some small pastimes of the disciples in the sect. After all, life in Huangquan Road is rigid and quite boring.

But the next sentence made Po Meng refreshed.

[Master Ji Yun gave me the secret method, I seem to have learned some deviations, the cultivated Bianhua is always wrong, it seems that there are some variations, but I researched it, the effect of the new Bianhua does not seem to be different, the specifics need to be careful Specialize in research. ]

Oh?

Some accidents happened to Bianhua, did it mutate?

Interesting too.

After the last peeping incident in the diary, Po Meng knew Wu Lang's footsteps, so she basically didn't doubt his identity anymore, and it was confirmed that he was Ji Yun's apprentice in the world.

But in front of her, there was a little problem with the cultivation of the other shore flower, which surprised her.

But don't doubt too much.

I just feel that there may be some small problems in Ji Yun's inheritance. After all, as long as he can cultivate the Bianhua, it is basically confirmed that it is the secret method taught by Ji Yun.

This is the seventh peak's secret technique, and it is impossible for outsiders to know about it, and it is impossible to cultivate it successfully, at least not something that a mortal like him can do.

"As long as it works."

Granny Meng didn't care too much.

But the following records made her drowsy look gradually arouse her interest.

[Thousands of years ago, an unrivaled power established the Huangquan sect. Today, I live in his sect and feel the friendly atmosphere of the sect.This great sect is like the light of a beacon, eager to bring hope to millions of people suffering from unequal birth qualifications. ]

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[Decades ago, although the leader of Huangquan died... Senior Meng Po was stationed at the post, suffering unspeakably, my dreams were broken, and I encountered many difficulties and setbacks, but I still have a dream. ]

He wrote furiously.

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[This dream is based on what I have seen and heard in Huang Quanzong these days, and it is deeply rooted in this chaotic century of inequality, injustice, and judging life by qualifications. ]

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[I dream that one day, newborn children will live in a country where they are not judged by their skin color, race, birth aptitude, fairy bone, holy fetus, or sword body, but by their character! ]

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[I dream that one day, even the holy lands of the great immortal sects, where fairness has disappeared and spiritual root theory is rampant, will become an oasis of equality and freedom. ]

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[I dream that one day, on the red hills of Kyushu, geniuses with strong cultivation qualifications will be able to sit at the same table with children without spiritual roots, and share brotherhood. ]

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Wu Lang's writing was steady, one word at a time, stating the future scene he longed for, a rare and just prosperous age, and thousands of words were eloquently written along the way.

His words began to breed a majestic atmosphere, full of vigor, and strong language.

Between the lines, it was like a series of thunderstorms, gradually gathering thunderclouds and storms, resounding vast and huge waves, subverting the entire era of the era.

After thousands of words of literary talent, he began to echo the word "dream" at the beginning, and concluded: [This is my hope. With this belief, I committed suicide and came to the road to the underworld. Naihe Bridge, see Sansheng Stone, look back at Wangxiang Terrace. ]

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[With this faith, I shall be able to cleave a stone of hope from the rock of despair.With this belief, we will be able to change the fatalistic voices of the world's shrill quarrels into a symphony of fate that struggles. ]

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[I dream that one day, all those who have done all the evil things will be killed by evil messengers, judged by the king of Hades, and sent to the eighteenth level of hell to suffer! ]

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[I dream that one day, there will no longer be nobility and despicableness in people's birth, and they will be judged by their cultivation qualifications, but by their character! ]

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[I dream that one day, the valley will sink, reincarnation will be established, the bumpy road to the underworld will become smooth, and the dark light will be revealed, shining on the world! ]

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In these three sentences, the majestic will is shocking.

And the last sentence of summary fell, and it exploded in Meng Po's heart.

This sentence is plain and extremely heavy:

[I have a dream that the people of this world will stand up, and the underworld will judge all the good and evil in the world, and truly realize the true meaning of its creed: I think these truths are self-evident-all men are created equal! ! ]

Po Meng seemed to hear someone's impassioned roaring speech in her ear.

This solemn declaration is like the light of a beacon, bringing hope to tens of millions of civilians and slaves who have been destroyed by their birth aptitude and spiritual roots. Its appearance is like the first ray of dawn in the long dark night, opening the dawn of the long night of fate.

--I have a dream.

— I hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal!

...

These sonorous voices echoed in my mind and stirred my heart.

"What a scholar!"

She seemed to see a magnificent and heroic mythical scroll unfolding in front of her eyes.

As soon as the man jumped into the abyss, there was an inextinguishable flame in his eyes, and he devoted himself to the free and equal rights movement, bringing justice and justice to this mythical world. Tang Mu, come rolling.

He raised the flag high!

He roared at the misery!

He told them the teachings of the Underworld Sect: All men are created equal!

"Freedom! Freedom! There is reincarnation of good and evil, and there will be retribution in the underworld! Someone will finally uphold justice for us, and we are finally free!" It seemed that at this moment, she saw the unimaginable people prostrate on the ground and sang the ancient ballad of equality It was a spectacular scene, and people on the earth were running and shouting and looking forward to a bright future.

boom!

Meng Po suddenly took a few steps back, her brain seemed to be awakened, and the figure of the scholar suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

In an instant, it seems to have the stalwart demeanor of ancient sages!

Chapter 27 The words of the sages are followed by deeds!

After reading the whole diary, Po Meng was a little stunned, and one sentence made her brain blank for a moment: Good and evil have reincarnation, and there will be rewards in hell!

This mantra of cross reincarnation, which had never been heard in this world, allowed her to see a future she longed for, the true master of mythology: Huangquan Hell.

Po Meng admitted that she was indeed shocked, and the content described in it can be said to be her lifelong dream!

If it does work...

Their ambitions of the Huangquan sect were realized, and indeed they conquered the world, and as the luck artifact of the Huangquan dynasty, ruling the people of this mythical Tianting dynasty and controlling the entire world, it is difficult for him to become that... the artifact of the chief minister of heaven , grasp life and death, grasp reincarnation? ?

She is short of breath!

This scholar's dream is also her dream.

She found out again that his evil ambitions of the Underworld Sect had once again overlapped with the scholar's kind ambitions, one good and the other evil.

Only then did she discover:

The Netherworld Demon Sect, which they have been doing a lot of evil, is actually the only possible practice system that can bring peace to the world?

Outrageous!

The end of evil, the beginning of good?

Who would believe it when I said it before?

This is unbelievable, but it happens to be true!

At the same time, what kind of ideas are wrapped in these words of this scholar?

Po Meng has seen too many talented scholars from small mortal countries who came from Huangquan Road. Most of them are talking on paper, or have a scholarly spirit, and they are more fake and vain. It is almost rare to be a great Confucian in the world who is born in the world!

Knowing is true and honest is action.

Knowing what you are doing is knowing.

It needs to be known that to truly achieve such a unity of knowledge and action, to practice with lofty ambitions and down-to-earth, the words of the saints, and the principles of deeds, are the true sages.

In her eyes, Wu Lang must have been such a rare human being when he was still alive.

During his lifetime, he was a hero who fought for the common people of the world.

"Right now, in his diary, there is a meaning of epiphany and clearing up his thoughts. He is using this to clear up his heart."

Po Meng lived for a long time and saw some clues.

Of course she knows that many people have epiphany, especially scholars and swordsmen, through diaries, poems, songs, and some scenes, they sort out their thoughts, see themselves clearly, understand their inner thoughts, and then strengthen themselves.

In her eyes, Wu Lang was going through such a process.

He has realized his heart in the process of sorting out complicated thoughts, and he has strengthened his path of Taoism.

However, what has he experienced that made him suddenly clarify his mind and strengthen his heart at this moment after entering the Netherworld Sect?

Granny Meng thought about it.

"it's me!"

"It was the conversation I had with him before that made him realize his true heart and strengthen his dream."

She has an answer.

"It must be the greetings and communication from my elders in the Hall of Reincarnation. My gentle, kind, friendly smile of the elders, as well as some hints in my words, made him really think that he had found a like-minded partner and a real organization. During the day, I strengthened my somewhat hesitant heart.”

Thinking of this, Meng Po felt a little guilty.

We are Demon Sect!

This kid was really fooled by me secretly, implying that he is lame...Think we are all a bunch of good people? ?

Shame.

Really ashamed!

Frankly speaking, she has always been a very cold person.

But in the face of such a mortal sage who has no hesitation, she suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt that I am a peerless scum who deceived such a good person.

But she soon lost her guilt, and instead turned into goodwill.

Ding!

Granny Meng's favorability +3

Ding!

Granny Meng's favorability +3

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