Soul of Negary

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The town at night is extraordinarily quiet. There are no entertainment venues in the small place. Even if there is, it is a curfew period. Except for the watchman and a few people, they are not allowed to wander outside after dark.

Everyone goes home early, eats, sleeps, beats children.

It was only in this courtyard that there was a little liveliness.

Several young scholars were drinking and reciting poetry, and they were talking about the strange government of the present court.

"Emperor Suiguan is so stupid that he actually released the religious decree and made those Taoist monks grow stronger. This is a wrong move for the country."

"Yes, yes, for the past three years of Suiguan, the people have been struggling to live, and all kinds of chaos have continued."

"The officials of the court did not stop it, but let Emperor Suiguan make trouble."

"As an official, there is nothing to do, Suiguan children are willful and reckless, and Taoism and Buddhism are mischievous."

"If one day I set foot on the Golden Palace, I must speak out and persuade and reprimand the princes!"

Several scholars were drunk and said all kinds of lies.

People are like this, always thinking that other people are idiots, and despising other people's behavior with one-sided cognition.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and a few of the scholars were jolted, only to feel as if their body was being held down by a ghost, and suddenly couldn't move.

He couldn't utter a complete sentence, and he didn't have the appearance of talking loudly before.

It wasn't until they felt a warm feeling in their crotch that they realized that their bodies had regained control, shouted ghosts, 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 with long white hair, appeared in the courtyard, and finally scared these scholars away.

If there is no accident, a mythical martial arts will be born here.

Judging from the fact that he released a little breath to suppress them just now.

If those few scholars didn't leave quickly, with their nature, they simply couldn't bear the aura that mythical martial arts exuded when they were born.

"It seems that Confucianism is not easy." Zhu Ping shook his head. Although the three religions are essentially derived from the mythical martial arts, with the development to the present, martial arts are not all of the three religions.

Especially Confucianism, the mythology of Confucianism and martial arts, just like the study of bells and dings, all need to be thoroughly studied in order to gain strength from it. In recent years, there have been some more foolish scholars who memorized those Confucian classics by rote. Back, do not seek to understand but self-righteous.

At first, Confucianism was able to suppress such fake Confucian students, but after the stalls opened, there were more and more such people.

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

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

That thing is only the size of a finger, and it is full of oval shapes. It looks like a silkworm cocoon, but the silk thread of this silkworm cocoon is black, and there are some lines formed by small gaps.

This silkworm cocoon seems to be crushed by pinching it, and it does not look like a carrier of mythical martial arts at all.

But Zhu Ping didn't dare to touch it directly, he was as careful as he could be about the mythical martial arts.

In the dark, Zhu Ping felt the weak and tenacious fluctuation of life in the cocoon.

As if breathing, every breath is weak, but it attracts everyone's attention.

Zhu Ping felt something strange in his body. When he raised his hand, he found that there was an abnormal mutation 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 shrunk into hundreds, as if his eyes had become hundreds of pairs. When Zhu Ping blinked his eyes and opened them again, the picture in front of him became more too much.

The picture in front of him turned into a small black spot, and then tens of thousands of copies were copied and it was no longer in Zhu Ping's field of vision.

This unique visual sense immediately made Zhu Ping feel dizzy.

The fluctuations in the silkworm cocoon continued, as did Zhu Ping's mutation. He felt that his throat was itchy, and after a while of coughing, he actually spit out a lot of mucus.

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

"I'm turning into a bug?"

As soon as this idea came out, Zhu Ping felt itchy all over his body, especially at the shoulder blades on his back. The itching was unbearable.

With a handful of hands, a large piece of skin was rubbed off, and the original muscles seemed to be rotten. With a click of the fingers, a large amount of mud-like muscles could 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, and a kind of fear spread throughout Zhu Ping's heart, but then the knowledge derived from Siyuan Jiusheng made Zhu Ping sober and get rid of the fear of death. fear.

With a light 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 cocoon was still lying there quietly.

A mythical martial arts titled "Insects and Insects Shaped Destiny" appeared in Zhu Ping's mind.

Zhu Ping wiped the sweat on his forehead, and a kind of fear emerged spontaneously. He thought that he had been in contact with a lot of mythical martial arts and had a sufficient understanding of the dangers of mythical martial arts, but he did not expect that he still underestimated mythological martial arts. of terror.

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

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

After pulling a silk scarf, carefully wrapping the cocoon, and putting it in a small box, Zhu Ping chose to leave here. He knew where this mythical martial arts was going to be placed.

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

Insects Xingmingjinjinjielu believes that the weakness of the human body is like insects. If you want to change this essence, you must change yourself step by step, and carry out the transformation of life, that is, the process of understanding and transforming life forms.

"For some people, this mythical martial arts should be a well-deserved magic art. It completely abandons human identity, violates the natural laws of the body, and blasphemes life." Zhu Ping thought.

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

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

When passing through a city, he was blocked. It was not that he was discovered, but that there was a riot in the city.

"Get out of Tai'an City, this is our city, you lackeys of the Demon Dynasty, don't try to get close to the city."

"Thanks to the great merciful and compassionate lotus future Buddha who saved suffering and rescue, otherwise we would have been blinded by this damn demon dynasty."

"We will offer incense and repay our vows. When the Lotus Buddha comes into the world in the future, these demons will all die cleanly."

Zhu Ping walked into the city of Tai'an and found that every household was pasted with yellow paper, which was not a spell, but the name of the former Xian Prince, the current Emperor Suiguan, and a lot of curse words.