Soul of Negary

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The town is exceptionally quiet at night, and there are no entertainment venues in the small area. Even if there is a curfew, except for the husband and a few people, it is not allowed to wander outside at night.

Everyone went home early and ate and slapped the children.

It was only in this courtyard that it was a bit lively.

Several young scholars are drinking and singing poems, talking about the strange politics of the present court.

"The year-old emperor was completely insane. He actually liberated the religious order and made those monks and monks grow stronger. This is a mistake for the country."

"Yeah, yeah, since the age of three years, the people haven't talked about their lives, and all kinds of chaos and chaos have continued."

"The officials of the imperial court also did not stop, but instead embarrassed the emperor.

"As an official, there is nothing to do, and the children are arrogant and arrogant, and Taoist interpretations are nonsense."

"If one day I wait to set foot in the Luang Temple, I must bluntly advise and blame all the princes!"

Several scholars drunkenly talked about all kinds of misinformation.

People are like this, always thinking that other people are idiots, and use one-sided perception to despise other people's behavior.

Suddenly a cold wind blew, and an excitement of a few scholars only felt his body seemed to be suppressed by ghosts, and suddenly he could not move.

Hey, he couldn't say a complete word, and it was completely out of the way he had talked before.

It was not until they felt a warm sensation in their crotch that they realized that the body was regaining control, shouting ghosts out loud, and rushed out of the yard.

It is estimated that it will not be long before they will be caught by the night watchmen.

Zhu Ping, dressed in white clothes and long white hair, appeared in the courtyard, and finally scared these scholars away.

If there is no accident later, a mythological martial art will be born here.

Judging from the situation where he just released a little breath to suppress them.

If those scholars did not leave quickly, their essence could not bear the breath of mythology martial arts when they were born.

"It seems that Confucianism is not easy." Zhu Ping shook his head. Although the essence of the Three Religions was derived from mythological martial arts, with the development to the present, martial arts are not all of the Three Religions.

Especially Confucianism, the mythological martial arts of Confucianism, just like the study of Zhongding utensils, all need to be thoroughly studied in order to gain power from them. In recent years, there have been more and more silly scholars who read and memorize those Confucian classics. Back, self-righteous without asking for much understanding.

In the beginning, Confucianism could suppress this kind of false Confucianism, but when the stall was opened, there were more and more such people.

Instead of worrying about the few scholars who ran out, Zhu Ping waved away the dishes on the stone table in the yard, and then looked at the stone table.

A simple chessboard was engraved on it, and lightly patted on it, a crack appeared, the whole stone table collapsed, and one of the things fell to the ground along with the gravel.

The thing was only the size of a finger, covered with an oval shape, and looked like a silkworm cocoon, except that the silk thread of the silkworm cocoon was black, and there were lines formed by small gaps.

This silkworm cocoon seems to be crushed with just a pinch, not at all like a carrier of mythological martial arts.

But Zhu Ping did not dare to touch it directly. For mythical martial arts, be as careful as you can.

In the midst, Zhu Ping felt the weak and tough life fluctuation in the cocoon.

As if breathing, breathing and breathing, faint, but attracting everyone's attention.

Zhu Ping felt a strange appearance in his body. When he raised his hand, he found that his palm had abnormal changes, and some black exoskeletons like the beetle appeared outside his skin.

The scene in front of him is also rapidly splitting, and the picture in front of him is quickly reduced to hundreds, as if the eyes have become hundreds of pairs. When Zhu Ping blinked and opened again, the picture in front of him became more too much.

The picture in front of me turned into a small black spot, and then copied tens of thousands of densely packed ones, and no longer in Zhu Ping's field of vision.

This unique visual sense made Zhu Ping feel dizzy for the first time.

The fluctuations in that cocoon continued, and Zhu Ping's mutations continued. He felt itchy in his throat, and after a cough, he vomited a lot of mucus.

He touched the mucus with his hand, and actually pulled out a bunch of long filaments.

"I am turning into a bug?"

As soon as this idea came out, Zhu Ping felt that he was itching all over, especially the shoulder blades behind his back. The itching was even more unbearable.

With a pinch of hands, a large piece of skin was rubbed off, and the original muscles also seemed to rot. With a finger buckle, a lot of muddy muscles could be buckled.

Then Zhu Ping found that his body melted like a candle placed next to the fire, and turned into a pool of juice.

"Am I dead?" As I completely melted, Zhu Ping came up with this idea. A fear spread to Zhu Ping's entire heart, but then the knowledge derived from Shiyuan Jiusheng made Zhu Ping wake up and get rid of the death. fear.

With a slight cough, Zhu Ping wiped his eyes. The unique vision was finally cut off. He was still standing in front of the broken stone table, and the black silkworm cocoon was still lying there quietly.

A mythical martial art called "Chongchi Xingmingjin Jielu" appeared in Zhu Ping's mind.

Zhu Ping wiped the virtual sweat on his forehead. A kind of fear of spontaneous growth later, he thought that he had contacted a lot of mythological martial arts, and he knew enough about the dangers of mythical martial arts, but did not expect to underestimate the mythical martial arts. Horror.

In the previous accidents, if he really thought that he had become a worm and died of a puddle of pus, then it is very likely that he would have actually turned into a puddle of pus.

As for whether the previous changes were true or not, even Zhu Ping didn't know.

After pulling a piece of silk scarf, carefully wrapped the cocoon and put it in a small box, Zhu Ping chose to leave here, he knew where to put this mythological martial arts.

Of course, before going there, he still needs to find a cultivator for this mythological martial arts.

Chongchi Xingmingjielu believes that the human body's weakness is like an insect, if you want to change this essence, you must change yourself step by step and carry out the Xingmingjinjie, that is, the process of understanding life forms and transforming life forms.

"For some people, this mythological martial art should be a well-deserved magic skill, completely abandoning the identity of human beings, violating the natural laws of the body, and blaspheming life." Zhu Ping thought.

Therefore, it is not easy to find a suitable cultivator.

Zhu Ping walked through the mythological martial arts while walking towards the next place with mythical martial arts.

When passing through a city, he was blocked and it was not that he was found, but that there was a riot in the city.

"Get out of Tai'an City, this is our city, you stupid demons, don't want to get closer to the city."

"Thanks to the compassionate and compassionate Lotus Future Buddha who rescued the suffering, otherwise we would have been blinded by this damn demon dynasty."

"We will go to Xiangxiang in the next moment, and when the lotus is coming, these demons will die cleanly."

Zhu Ping walked into this Taian city, and found that every household was covered with yellow paper, which was not a mantra, but the name of the former prince, now the emperor, and a lot of curse words.