Soul of Negary - 689. Chapter 679

The small town at night is exceptionally quiet. There are no entertainment venues in the small place. Even now it is a curfew period. Except for the guards and a few people, no one is allowed to wander outside after nightfall.

Everyone went home early, ate and slept and beat the children.

Only in this courtyard did it add a bit of excitement.

Several young scholars were drinking and chanting poems, talking wildly about the weird government of the court today.

“The Emperor Suiguan was so stupefied, he actually liberated the religious order and made the Taoist monks grow stronger. This is an act of erroneous country.”

“Yes, yes, for three years, the people have not lived up to their lives, and all kinds of chaos have continued.”

“The officials of the imperial court didn’t stop it, but let the Emperor Suiguan make trouble.”

“As an official, I don’t do anything. Children who think about themselves willful and act arrogantly, Daoist Buddhism does not do anything.”

“If one day I wait to set foot on the Golden Luang Temple, I must speak up and remonstrate and reprimand everyone!”

Several scholars drunkly said all kinds of lies.

People are like this, always thinking that other people are idiots, and contempt other people’s behavior with one-sided perception.

Suddenly a cold wind blows, and one of a few scholars feels that his body is suppressed by a ghost, and suddenly he can’t move.

Uuu 嘤嘤嘤嘤 can’t say a complete sentence, it doesn’t look like the talk before.

It wasn’t until they felt a warm feeling in the crotch that they realized that their bodies had regained control, shouted the ghost loudly, and rushed out of the yard.

It is estimated that it will not be long before he will be caught by night watchers.

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

If nothing goes wrong, a mythical martial arts book will be born here.

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

If those scholars don’t leave quickly, because of their nature, they can’t bear the breath of mythical martial arts when they were born.

“It seems that Confucianism is not better.” Zhu Ping shook his head. Although the three religions are essentially derived from mythical martial arts, with the development to the present, martial arts is no longer the whole of the three religions.

Especially Confucianism, Confucian mythology and martial arts, just like the Zhongdingqi study, need to be thoroughly studied to gain strength from it. In recent years, there have also been some more silly scholars who have memorized those Confucian classics by rote. Back, do not ask for a thorough but self-righteous.

At first, Confucianism was able to suppress such fake Confucian scholars, but after the stalls were spread out, such people became more and more numerous.

Without taking care of the scholars who ran out, Zhu Ping waved away the food and drink on the stone table in the yard, and then looked at the stone table.

A simple chessboard was engraved on it, with a light palm slap on it, cracks appeared, the entire stone table collapsed, and one thing inside fell to the ground along with the gravel.

That thing was only the size of a finger, and it was full of oval shapes. It looked like a cocoon, except that the silk thread of the cocoon was black, and there were lines formed by small gaps.

This silkworm cocoon seemed to be crushed with one pinch, and it was completely unlike the carrier of mythical martial arts.

But Zhu Ping didn’t dare to touch it directly, he was as careful as he could be with respect to the mythology of martial arts.

In the dark, Zhu Ping felt the weak but tough life fluctuations in the cocoon.

It was like breathing, breathing in and out, faint, yet it attracted everyone’s attention.

Zhu Ping felt something strange in his body. When he raised his hand, he found abnormal changes in his palm, and some black exoskeletons like beetles appeared outside his skin.

The scene in front of him was also rapidly divided. The picture in front of him quickly shrank into hundreds of copies, as if his eyes had become hundreds of pairs. When Zhu Ping blinked his eyes and opened them, the picture in front of him became even more serious. too much.

The picture in front of him turned into a small black dot, and then tens of thousands of copies were copied densely 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 the cocoon continued, and Zhu Ping’s abnormal changes also continued. He felt that his throat was itchy, and after a burst of cough, he actually vomited a lot of mucus.

I touched the mucus with my hand, and pulled out a lot of long filaments.

“Am I becoming a bug?”

As soon as this thought came out, Zhu Ping felt that his whole body was itching, especially the back shoulder blades. The itching was even more unbearable.

With a pinch of both hands, a large piece of skin was rubbed off, and the original muscles seemed to have rotted away. With a buckle of the fingers, a large amount of mud-like muscles can be buckled.

Then Zhu Ping found that his body was like a candle placed by the stove, completely melted and turned into a pool of juice.

“Am I dead?” As he completely melted, Zhu Ping had this idea, a kind of fear spread to Zhu Ping’s whole heart, but then the knowledge derived from Siwon Jiusheng made Zhu Ping wake up and get rid of death. fear.

With a soft cough, Zhu Ping wiped his eyes, and 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 piece of mythical martial arts titled “Explanation of Chongzhe Xing Ming Jin” appeared in Zhu Ping’s mind.

Zhu Ping wiped the sweat from his forehead, a kind of fear came out spontaneously. He thought he had been exposed to many mythological martial arts and had a sufficient understanding of the dangers of mythical martial arts, but he did not expect that he still underestimated the mythical martial arts. Of horror.

In the previous incident, if he really thought that he had become a bug, turned into a pool of pus and died, then it is very likely that he would really become a pool of pus and die like this.

As for whether the previous mutation was true or not, even Zhu Ping himself didn’t know.

After pulling a piece of silk scarf, carefully wrapping the cocoon, and putting it in a small box, Zhu Ping chose to leave here. He knew where to put this mythical martial arts school.

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

The Interpretation of Xingming and Ming Jin believes that the human body is as weak as a worm. If you want to change this nature, you must change yourself step by step and perform Xing Ming Jin Xing, that is, the process of understanding and transforming life forms.

“For some people, this mythical martial arts should be a well-deserved magic skill, completely abandoning human identity, violating the natural laws of the body, and desecrating life.” Zhu Ping thought.

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

While Zhu Ping penetrated the mythological martial arts, he walked towards the next place with mythical martial arts.

When passing a city, he was blocked. It was not that he was found, but the city was rioted.

“Get out of Tai’an City, this is our city, you running dogs of the Evil Dynasty, don’t want to get closer to the city.”

“Thanks to the great kindness and compassion of the Lotus Future Buddha, or else we have to be blinded by this damn dynasty of evil spirits.”

“When we wait, we will offer incense and return. When the lotus flower comes to the world in the future, these demons will die clean.”

When Zhu Ping walked into this city of Tai’an, he found that every household was pasted with yellow paper. It was not a curse, but the name of the former wise prince and now the emperor Suiguan, as well as a lot of curse words.