Museum of Demons

In that sentence, Mr. Don’t want to be reminded by self-awareness, and under the raging fists he swung, the green-clothed scholar had no choice but to bow down to others. Passive, and this body is just a clone.

If the main body appears here, it may be able to check and balance with Yuanshi.

But does he dare?

The four divine swords were suspended in the void.

Don't mention these.

Once there is bound to be a turbulent battle, the burst of energy will be extremely powerful, and such a big event as [Fate]'s real body appearing in the world, maybe even Fuxi, Dijun, and Dazun who are in a mess over there will stop in an instant Disputes, and then across the years, far away shot.

The 'value' of [Fate] is so great.

In other words, the priority of fate in the eyes of all the strong is so strong.

As soon as you show your head, you will be beaten.

Unless fate can instantly kill the black-haired Taoist in front of him without leaking his aura, or in other words, he can leave instantly without the slightest trace of karma, even Wei Yuan will not be able to find his trace.

But is that possible?

Cause and effect are difficult to entangle.

So in any case, it is absolutely impossible for the body of fate to appear here.

He can only exchange part of his understanding of fate for the sword skills of the person in front of him. If he wants to gain the understanding of fate, he can exchange it with the Immortal Executioner Sword Array. The Taoist agreed without batting an eyelid.

It is me who is strong, not the sword array.

When the black-haired Taoist turned his mastery of the sword array into a scroll of jade slips, and exchanged some of his understanding of the trajectory of fate with Qingshan Fate, he reminded him calmly:

Those who learn from me live, those who resemble me die.

Fate was surprised when this man was so kind.

The black-haired Taoist added: I also hope that you can get all of my swordsmanship inheritance, and then turn fate and control into swordsmanship, so that I can see the more distant direction of swordsmanship, so some kind of To a certain extent, it is also good for me to tell you the sword skills.

One person's wisdom is short, but everyone's wisdom is long.

If it is possible, one day I will imprint my swordsmanship on the world. Anyone who is interested can learn it. A thousand people can see swordsmanship in a thousand directions. How can there be hundreds of millions of creatures in the world? In this way, you can see The more distant direction and endless possibilities of Kendo.

Fate threw the jade slip and said, Aren't you worried that someone might beat you?

If so, that's a good thing.

The black-haired Taoist lowered his eyes: It proves that I am of the same lineage as Yan Huang, and heroes come forth in large numbers.

If I look at it, it's like drinking fine wine.

Besides, if I didn't even have the arrogance to overwhelm a hero, I wouldn't be standing here.

Seeing the world's heroic swordsmanship is what I want, but I'm still worried that it won't be too exciting.

The black-haired Taoist just spoke plainly, but it made the green-clothed scribe faintly feel his scalp go numb.

Knowing that the former is to disclose one's own swordsmanship, and let the world learn and watch.

Then look at the insights of the heroes in the world.

Take the heroes of the world as the spark, and use your own sharpening to overcome all swordsmanship.

I only hope that everyone in the world is like a dragon, and heroes come forth in large numbers!

And I will defeat all heroes again.

Overlook the ages.

mad!

Crazy as hell!

He is very familiar with this kind of plainness but with a sense of madness.

It's a godlike character.

Like an unsheathed sword, it cuts the sky upwards and splits the seas below. Although the edge is contained in the sword body, once it explodes, it will be as fierce and domineering as it shakes the sky and the earth.

What a pity, what a pity.

The characters who can restrain his sharpness are all after a thousand years.

This Taoist now seems to be a character who is not restrained at all.

The black-haired Taoist pointed his finger at the stone table. Causes and effects are entangled vertically and horizontally, and yin and yang are unpredictable. It has turned into a small world on this chessboard, in which everything exists, and then controls it with cause and effect. Change, said: I am so confused.

Please advise.

The Taoist's eyes were dark, and the green-clothed scribe sighed.

This time, I'm afraid it is really going to let him spy on something.

This discussion lasted for a long, long time.

It is no longer a day or two, but a full number of years in the spring and autumn, almost never stopping, every time Zhang Sanfeng went up, he saw his teacher talking with this green-clothed scribe who came from nowhere, sometimes it was daytime At dawn, sometimes rain and dew in the middle of the night, sometimes contemplative meditation, sometimes clapping hands and admiring.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and it snows heavily in winter.

The seeds of Lin Shouyi's spirituality were planted on this mountain by the black-haired Taoist himself.

At this moment, it has also sprouted and branched, and then gradually extended and grown up in the rain and dew.

Zhu Hongwu is learning martial arts and writing on this mountain. They are not like Wei Yuan. They still need food every day, and they can grow and hunt by themselves. You need to go down the mountain to buy in time, but when you go down the mountain for the first time, it is still a stable and peaceful city, but after that, it gradually becomes dilapidated.

From the news heard in the villages and towns, the world has begun to become chaotic again.

Not long after the Yuan Dynasty got the world, the world has once again set off flames of war.

Prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer.

Zhu Chongba has also grown up slowly from a young boy to a strong-backed young man during these years. Because he lived in the mountains and watched the turtles and snakes play, he also mastered the method of fighting with big guns. He once said that he would accompany his teacher to be a hardworking Taoist in this mountain.

But after a long time, I still couldn't help it, as an ordinary citizen of this era.

I have been a poor monk, I have encountered plagues, my family has been destroyed, and I have even been a beggar.

He has seen too much bitterness, and knows how painful the life at the bottom is in the eyes of the high-ranking adults. He is full of strength and blood, and after all, he is not a person who can read Huangting in the Taoist temple on the mountain and spend his whole life.

One day, when he was going down the mountain, he saw the road was uneven and drew his sword to help.

He only killed an ordinary person, but provoked wave after wave of pursuit, and was finally trapped on a cliff. He knew that his life was not long, but when he thought his life was not long, he heard those thieves coming from their direction. The screams were followed by bursts of painful cries.

The heavy snow was blowing, and a Taoist in black walked in step by step.

Bloody all over.

This time Zhang Sanfeng went down the mountain himself and rescued Zhu Hongwu.

And left in Shenzhou the historical record of the most powerful martial artist in the rivers and lakes of Emperor Mengxuan passed on the boxing method, killing more than a hundred thieves by a single person.

It was only later that it was discovered that these so-called thieves were raised by nobles.

Originally planning to become a Taoist on the mountain, Zhu Hongwu, who inherited the teacher's mantle, was silent for a long time. His injury was still not healed. He got up in the middle of the night and looked at the patriarch in the Sanqing Hall in silence. , like a mummy in a tomb in a foreign country, but still picked up three sticks of incense and put the last stick of incense on Sanqing.

Kneeling on the ground and waiting until the incense burnt out, he kowtowed and said: The Patriarch is here...

In troubled times, disciples cannot serve the master.

I hope Master can take care of his life, live a long life, and be in good health.

Either in three to five years, or more than ten years, if the disciple is able to sweep the world down one day, he must put down the common things in the world, come back again, and serve the master with filial piety.

At least at this time, what Zhu Hongwu said was sincere and without any falsehood.

Packed up his clothes, didn't touch any money, just picked up a self-made gun, turned around, and walked out of the Sanqing Palace step by step, but suddenly saw under the moonlight, the man who had killed hundreds of people with his own power In the middle, the teacher who killed more than a hundred people and rescued himself stood there, his white hair drooping, his sleeves fluttering slightly, and he looked like a fairy in the sky under the moonlight.

Zhu Chongba exerted a little force on the hand holding the burden.

For some reason, my mouth was dry for a while, and my temples were sweating.

Old, teacher...

Zhang Sanfeng stood under the moonlight and watched him, like an old pine tree, his voice was as gentle as when he was rescued in the wind, and said: Are you going down the mountain?

Zhu Chongba's voice was hoarse, and he was silent for a long time.

The family members who died during the plague flashed before his eyes, and he thought of his experience as a beggar, and flashed past those nobles who secretly raised thieves and strongmen, killed and plundered, those common people were almost forced to live by exorbitant taxes, and There were big figures riding on top of them one after another, and the Great Yuan Dynasty made it impossible for people to survive.

He is so proud of his strength that he cannot stand by and watch.

The blood is not cold yet.

He lowered his head and said, Disciple, disciple is going down the mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng lowered his eyes, and saw the bloody killing on Zhu Hongwu's body, which was extremely intense.

He raised his head and looked at the top of the mountain.

Under the implication of cause and effect, it may implicate the teacher.

The Taoist lowered his eyes and his sleeves fluttered. For some reason, Zhu Chongba suddenly felt that the old man who seemed to never grow old suddenly became old. There was a feeling of loneliness like an old man after the passage of time. Zhang Sanfeng raised his head and looked at the moon. , and Zhu Hongwu gritted his teeth, strode out, and passed the Taoist.

Suddenly, the teacher's voice came from the ear.

After going down the mountain, don't do more killing.

But killing carefully doesn't mean not not killing...

Zhu Hongwu felt warm in his heart.

teacher……

Immediately heard the second part of the sentence: You are a killer, I didn't want to let you enter the world, teach you martial arts, I don't know whether it is right or wrong, from now on, you go down the mountain, and you must not mention you to others It’s my disciple, and if you cause a great disaster, you must never say my name.”

I can no longer... go back to my mountain gate.

Zhu Chongba felt like being struck by lightning, he stood still and his nose felt sore.

But he held the gun, gritted his teeth and said, ...disciple, take orders.

He turned around and kowtowed repeatedly on the ground.

He was full of talent, strong bones, fast footsteps, and quickly went down the mountain. Zhang Sanfeng was silent for a long time, and breathed out, he could hear what Zhu Yuanzhang said in the Sanqing Palace...but he also knew that the general situation of the world cannot be controlled by others.

When you really calm down the world, you won't be able to come back.

At that time, the world was in turmoil, and if you wanted to let go of everything, it was almost a way to die.

Slap.

On the top of the mountain, the black-haired Taoist dropped the chess pieces with a crisp voice.

The fate of all things began to rotate, and the fate modified by fate would naturally return to the original track, but it was not Wei Yuan's action. In the past ten years, he had been discussing with fate on the top of the mountain, and he had a complete epiphany. , preliminarily reversed yin and yang, cause and effect, and deduced the power of fate.

Did you go down the mountain?

The Taoist lowered his eyes and picked up a chess piece again in his hand.

His eyes fell, and he saw the nineteen vertical and horizontal roads, as if he saw the ups and downs of the mountains and rivers of the entire Shenzhou.

After going down the mountain, I felt that the world was empty. Although I was allowed to go, Zhu Yuanzhang, who didn't know where he was going, stopped suddenly, raised his head, and saw under the pavilion in front of him, there seemed to be a group of people holding chess pieces, frowning and thinking. , he once saw it once when he entered the mountain, and knew that this was the Patriarch.

Come forward and say hello.

The Taoist holding the chess piece lowered his eyes, instead of looking at this young but enthusiastic young man, holding a chess piece in his hand, he said to himself: The mountains and rivers have changed, how to do it?

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned, and subconsciously replied: If the mountains and rivers collapse, it will be rebuilt; if the Chinese clothes are forgotten, it will be rebuilt; Senior, just kill it!

Young people with serious murderous intentions, even if they recite Daoist Buddhist scriptures, they can't melt away even a little bit.

The black-haired Taoist didn't take it seriously, just nodded and said:

If you look at the world, why is there such a short-term Guozuo who has a sharp edge?

The young man who had been a beggar and a refugee thought for a while and replied:

Because sharp edges and knives are only in the hands of gentlemen.

We poor people don't have knives, and they can't do anything if they hook up together.

There is no place to avenge grievances, they can only be suppressed. No one knows what those gentlemen have done, and they are not afraid of anything, because the knives are in their hands.

If we can reshape China in the future, we must give everyone a knife.

As long as there is a grievance, even the officials in front of them can be tied up on the spot. There are also officials. They have too much power and too few checks and balances on them. Things like the Song Dynasty must never be repeated. There must be various ways to deal with them. Restrain those officials and lords.

In snowy weather.

The young man who was still injured simply sat on the ground, leaning on a gun and chatting with the Taoist.

The eyes are bright and steaming.

He is not from a family and has not read many books. He just said that officials should be controlled. The Taoist casually said that all the pens in the world are in the hands of those scholars. The purpose of scholars is to become officials. He is so harsh on officials. The reviews won't be good.

The young man just scratched his head and said, We are just mud legs.

Besides, I'll come back when all the villains are killed. According to monks, the reputation is all fake.

He patted the clothes on his body, and said: Still wearing this Taoist robe, come back.

Find Master.

Master, he saved me. Master doesn't want me anymore. I have to do my filial piety.

At that time, I will go down the mountain to find a little Taoist priest, and then bring him up the mountain, just like the teacher taught me, teach him martial arts, teach him to read, let him wipe the turtle's shell, and talk to Ah Gui. Snake hide-and-seek, and when I'm old too, he's going down the mountain to find a younger Taoist priest.

When the five-year-old and three-year-old youth mentioned this, he breathed out steam and looked forward to it.

The black-haired Taoist got up, and said in a rare warm voice: Then, I hope you...you will get your wish.

But there are the most in the world, those who are unsatisfactory.

The young man got up hastily, seeing that the Taoist seemed to be leaving, he cupped his hands and said:

Also, dare to ask Master Patriarch to give a warning. When the disciple comes down the mountain, he doesn't know where to go, who to look for, and what to do.

Warning?

The black-haired Taoist looked down at the young man in front of him and said:

There are only four words, saying, for the benefit of the people.

The young man knelt to burn incense in the middle of the night, and came down the mountain overnight, the snow had stopped, the sky was faint, and the sun was rising, but on the other side, because of the special nature of winter, the white moon was still very clearly visible, like the sun and the moon across the sky , the Taoist let out a breath, pointed to the sky, and said in a calm voice:

The sun and the moon turn across the sky, it should be [Ming].

The young man murmured: Ming?

The Taoist lowered his eyes and looked at his clothes. This ray of spiritual thought came down. He was not wearing a Taoist robe, but a green shirt with a wooden hairpin. He looked gentle and elegant. It was exactly the one in Dao Yan's memory who walked the world in the Ming Dynasty. 【Mr. Yuan】.

When you spy on fate, you have already fallen into fate and karma.

What do you want to use to move your destiny?

When the sky was bright, Zhang Sanfeng looked at the burnt incense in the Sanqing Palace, closed his eyes and said nothing, he could faintly hear Huang Tingshao reciting, but he could see the flames of the beacon in the distance, stirring up the world of mortals, the tall young man thanked his patriarch, turned around, Holding a spear in one hand, he stepped on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, walking towards his destiny apprehensively.

Taoist in green shirt suddenly smiled:

His year.

Or there will be a time to meet.

The tall young man turned around in bewilderment, only to see snow falling from Pine Mountain, the green-clothed Taoist had disappeared, and on the top of the mountain, the real green-clothed scribe's fate was horrified, looking at the black-haired Taoist in front of him hanging down. Mou Yiye suddenly dropped a chess piece and said:

Thank you fellow daoist for sending me.

The dark-haired Taoist has gentle eyes:

I have learned the truth.

PS: The first update today...