Ex-wife villain

The little person is as big as a baby's hand.

The skin is transparent, like a crystal doll, and the meridians and organs inside can be vaguely seen.

There is golden spiritual liquid flowing in the blood vessels, and it is obvious that it contains infinite life force. And those meridians are like carefully carved silver rivers, shining with light.

At this time, the hosta that Jiang Shouzhong had put into the secret compartment of the wardrobe suddenly made a buzzing sword sound.

The hosta slipped out of the cabinet and pointed directly at the crystal figurine.

The little crystal man was startled, then put his hands on his hips and stared at the hosta arrogantly, as if he had something to rely on.

He didn't look like he was intimidated and frightened by the other party when he crawled out of the book for the first time.

Seeing that Yu Han's murderous intent was not diminishing, the crystal villain shrank back again and pointed timidly at the sleeping Jiang Shouzhong.

The two sides are confronting each other.

Finally, the hosta flew around the little man and floated to the center of Jiang Shouzhong's eyebrows.

After hovering for a moment, he seemed to think that the villain would not hurt him, so he returned to the secret compartment of the closet.

Lying quietly together with the divorce letter.

The crystal man seemed to be relieved, closed his eyes, spun and jumped, like a ballerina, and jumped onto Jiang Shouzhong's chest.

Then it turned into a stream of light and penetrated into the man's ancestral orifice.

……

Outside the capital, in the cold wind, a middle-aged Confucian scholar carrying a baggage was walking slowly along a winding path.

The Confucian scholar is of medium build, slightly thin, with a dark face and a few unruly moustache. A green shirt swayed gently in the wind, highlighting his calm and elegant temperament.

Suddenly, he stopped walking.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly and took out a book from his bag.

I saw the old book buzzing and trembling, and it made a subtle sound of swords, as if it had sensed something.

"Has the owner of the Yin Talisman in the Tianyuan River Atlas been found?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was a little surprised and squinted at the location of the capital, "Dead people, dead people, the two qi and the five elements are all void... It's really weird. He actually used the death qi to summon the Yin Talisman."

He looked down at the second half of "Tian Yuan River Album" that was about to break away and said with a smile: "Don't be anxious, since the book has been recognized as its owner, I will not take it away from others. I will take you to find your good partner." .Send you thousands of miles, the beauty of adulthood."

The man sighed, "Buddhism's "Guan Wuliang Miao Dharma Sutra" has appeared in the world, and Taoism's Hetu has also recognized its owner. Only the Yin Yang family's strange book is left. Is the age of great strife coming?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar carried his baggage and was about to move forward when his body suddenly stagnated and he looked up at a tall figure standing on a tall tree branch in front of him.

The visitor was also a middle-aged man.

He has a tall and straight figure, broad shoulders and broad chest. He is wearing a silver-edged brocade gown, which makes him look mighty and majestic.

Holding a silver gun.

The bloody and evil aura of the battlefield emanating from his body made the surrounding air heavy.

This small world is full of killing energy.

"Mr. Yan, I found out that you have half of the Daomen River Map on your body. Can you give it to me? I am willing to use the 'Golden Armor Puppet' in exchange."

The man with the gun said straight to the point.

The middle-aged man named Mr. Yan smiled and said:

"I heard that you, the military sage, have accepted the prince as a disciple. I am very happy to congratulate you. I think you want this half of the Daomen River Map to be given to the prince."

Military strategists are divided into four factions.

Military strategy, military situation, military yin and yang and military skills.

The man who suddenly appeared in front of him was the representative of the Bing Yin Yang faction, named Yu Wen Lie.

It is already the realm of sainthood.

Bing Yin Yang pays attention to "getting the right time and place" and is good at using geographical conditions, weather changes and other factors to lay out strategies, aiming to ensure that one's own side is in an invincible position.

At the same time, "fake ghosts and gods are used as assistance", and under the control of the framework of Yin Yang and Five Elements, a variety of magic techniques are applied in military theory and practice.

In today's era that pays attention to spiritual practice, Bing Yin Yang is undoubtedly the leader of military strategists.

The military sage named Yu Wenlie said calmly:

"In a time of great strife, military strategists are respected! His Royal Highness the Prince has received the divine fortune from Haotian and has the bloodline of the Hidden Dragon. Accepting him as his disciple is in line with the will of heaven. Moreover, the Confucian saint also gave him the secret to cultivating his mind."

Mr. Yan smiled and said: "But how did I hear that the Haotian Divine Luck and Hidden Dragon Vein on the prince's body were stolen from other people by the prisoner of Qintian Prison?

Since the prince regards Confucianism as the foundation for cultivating one's mind and virtue, he must know that cultivating one's character should take establishing virtue as the first priority. It's not my property, even if I don't take any of it. Aren't you afraid that the prince's spiritual state of mind will be damaged? "

Yu Wenlie smiled heartily, "I don't care about Confucianism, but to me as a military strategist, the process is not important, what is important is the result. On the battlefield, whether it is conspiracy and calculation, whether strong or weak overcome the situation, or luck, if you lose, you lose. , a win is a win.

You, Mr. Yan, turned from Confucianism to a military strategist back then, and you understand the meaning of the four words "a successful king loses a bandit" better than I do.

It doesn't matter whether the prince's divine luck was stolen or robbed. The important thing is that now it is with the prince, and that is enough. "

Mr. Yan nodded slightly, "That makes sense."

Yu Wenlie asked: "So Mr. Yan, should you change or not?"

Mr. Yan raised his chin slightly, and the cold wind blew away some of the frosty white hair on his temples. His eyes were clear and he said with a smile: "If I don't change, what can you do?"

"Then I... can only steal it."

Yuwen Lie shook the silver gun in his hand, full of murderous intent.

……

Daomen, Zhenxuan Mountain.

Far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, the fairy mountain is hidden in the clouds and mist.

The flowers and trees here are sparse, exotic birds and rare birds are singing harmoniously on the branches, and the air is filled with a touch of aura and floral fragrance, without the depression and loneliness of winter at all.

On the top of the mountain, the palace is majestic, with its eaves and corners looming amid the green bamboo, like a paradise on earth.

From time to time, you can see Taoist priests of different ages sitting or standing on the rocks, holding weapons in their hands, chanting words, and practicing profound Taoism. It is an otherworldly scene.

Suddenly, a melodious bell sounded from the valley.

Time suddenly froze.

On the top of the cliff, an old Taoist priest with a childish face and white hair, an immortal spirit, and a green talisman wrapped around his body suddenly opened his eyes and said with a surprised look: "Hetu Yin Fu actually recognized its master?"

He looked down at a young Taoist priest who was meditating on the mountainside, and slowly said, "Yichen, go get the Hetu back."

The young Taoist priest with handsome appearance and outstanding temperament did not agree immediately. Instead, he first asked a strange question, "What if that person is destined to Hetu?"

The old Taoist priest was silent for a long time, and then he said calmly: "The heavy rain will not moisten the grass without roots. The Tao is wide and can only cross those who are destined. Without the Tao, there is no destiny."

The young Taoist priest nodded and shouted to a waterfall in the distance: "Let's go, Tianpu."

boom!

A spiritual sword flew out of the waterfall, carrying the natural power of Taoism. After whistling and hovering in the sky, it fell into the scabbard behind the young Taoist priest.

The vast waterfall disappeared.

The young Taoist priest came down the mountain with his sword on his back, his sleeves fluttering, and he sang loudly:

"The way is not far away. In the body, everything is empty and not empty. If the nature is not empty and the Qi lives there, the Qi will return to the Yuanhai and the life will be endless. If you want to keep the spirit from the body, don't leave anything to the spiritual platform..."