Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 314

"I do not believe!"

Li Chunjun's voice is strong, standing like a sword at this moment, looking at the cracks of the thickness of a sword on the mausoleum of the tomb, at this moment, cracks of this size are densely distributed on the mausoleum.

"I have ascended to the ninth level. If you give me some more time, you may not be able to ascend to become a real god."

"It's too late, Li Chunjun." The old man beside him, covered in dirt and blood, shook his head and sighed:
"I replaced it with life yuan, and glimpsed countless futures, without exception, everything in the world turned into dust.

There are no gods in the world anymore. He is the god left over from thousands of years ago.

Who can resist?"

"At present, He is just a coffin whose spirit body escaped from the seal, but the body is still in the coffin, and the white tiger has a spirit. With Emperor Shun's seal, it is completely enough to suppress him!"

Li Chunjun said in a low voice.

The old man beside him stroked the cracks in the mausoleum, shook his head and sighed:
"The living being weeps blood and removes the seal. How long can this seal trap him now?"

"Then why are you waiting here?" Li Chunjun's eyes were like long swords entering the pool, but there was a slight wave, and he said in a deep voice:

"Chen Lingyuan, let's go, go back to your hometown and retire."

Chen Lingyuan, a native of Wuzhou in the south of Lingnan, according to "Xianqing Supplementary Records", appeared in the early Sui Dynasty, and his journey of art almost came to an end, even more so than Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng.

However, she has been hidden in the mountains in the south of the Lingnan all the year round and has not entered the world, so few people in the world know about it.

"Li Chunjun, what do you mean?"

Chen Lingyuan's lips trembled, and his face showed anger.

"You practice skills, and most of the practitioners are resigned to fate, and use the manifest destiny to change their own trajectory!

And I, Li Chunjun, practice swords!
Sword cultivator, magnanimous one!
Respect ghosts and gods, not fear!

Respect heaven and earth, don't kneel!

Now it is the Tang Dynasty, it is not him, Dayu, he is the god left by Dayu, and I am the sword god of the Tang Dynasty!
They are all gods, can he be worth a sword from me, Li Chunjun? "

Chen Lingyuan stared at his old friend in a daze. At this moment, the misty world was full of whistling sword energy. He took a deep breath, and said earnestly:
"He is God and strength, and you are God and honor.

Chunjun, why bother? "

"Didn't you say that everything in the world will be turned into dust, and all living beings will be destroyed. Since they are all going to die, why don't you resist?"

Li Chunjun's voice became low and low:
"You were born in the Sui Dynasty, and I was born in the Tang Dynasty. The Tang Dynasty inherits the strong man, and there is no word of resignation in the blood."

"Chunjun!" Chen Lingyuan roared.

"Okay." Li Chunjun interrupted what Chen Lingyuan was about to say, and waved his hand:
"You are seriously injured, go back to recuperate and let Tian Nan come.

When he escaped from Guantuo Temple, he said that he did not believe in the Buddha and believed in himself, and I, Li Chunjun, did the same. I did not believe in the destiny, but believed in myself, the sword in my hand! "

He drew his sword together with two fingers, and swiped towards Chen Lingyuan.

The sword energy engulfed Chen Lingyuan and went away. He shouted at Li Chunjun angrily, but he could only see Li Chunjun's increasingly blurred back, which was still tall and straight, like a sharp sword holding up the sky.

He recalled the first time he met this old friend.

That was several decades ago, not long after Li Tang's Jiangshan was first established, he met Li Chunjun who was still a child in a small village bordering Jiannan Road and Lingnan Road.

"Chunjun is the name of a sword, why did your father give you such a name?"

"Yeah. Daddy said that Jianming is easy to support." The childish voice seemed like a lifetime away.

"It's not about this sword that the cheap name is easy to support."

"Yes." The child said with a straight face:

"Daddy told many people that it is the sword of the sword."

The child waved the small wooden sword in his hand, looking pretty:
"The sword is very simple. My father told me that in the future, I should do whatever I want like swinging a sword."

"But many times, you can't help yourself. You can do what you want to do. You are still young, and you will understand later."

"No no." The child shook his head like a rattle:

"Daddy said that the reason why I can't control myself is because I don't listen to what I think in my heart. He said that if the heart is controlled by the sword and the body is controlled by the mind, then the body can be controlled by oneself."

The screen turned, and Chen Lingyuan could no longer see Li Chunjun when he was a child, nor could he see Li Chunjun now. He covered his face, snorting and sobbing slightly.

He is a sorcerer, and a sorcerer knows too much, and is often imprisoned, and even his heart is trapped in no man's land and cannot escape.

"The body depends on oneself, the heart depends on oneself, and the heart depends on the sword, but I can practice art"

Practitioners are often imprisoned and controlled by heavenly secrets.

After systematizing the Fuxi seal, Zhao Wujiang made great progress in his technique, but he was also imperceptibly trapped in shackles.

He is sleeping now, the world is extinguished when he closes his eyes, and the complicated and noisy are all eliminated in the dream world.

A dream is a clear dream, except for the fog, nothing else.

Outside the sycamore courtyard.

Wang Tengfei was wearing a small jacket, and was lying on the low wall of the small courtyard at the moment, listening to the sound of silk and bamboo orchestra and the familiar laughter, his face was full of complacency.

Did I catch him? He lifted the yarmulke on his head and smiled badly.

He jumped off the low wall, patted the wall dust on his hands, straightened his jacket, and looked inside the house with his hands behind his back.

From room to room, he explored by hearing.

Finally, he stopped in front of a house.

An old woman walked out excitedly, holding a piece of Huangzhou rice paper with flamboyant handwriting on it. He glanced at it secretly, and it seemed to be poetry.

The charming old lady was so focused on the content on the rice paper that she didn't notice Wang Tengfei and passed him by.

Wang Tengfei looked at the ajar door, stroked the non-existent beard on his chin, slowly poked his head over, and saw Zhao Wujiang lying on the ground with his eyes closed.

At this moment, beside Zhao Wujiang, there are several beautiful girls who are caressing his cheeks and body like treasures. From time to time, the girls would coax and shyly smile.

You already have Xi'er Yan'er, and you actually act like this. Wang Tengfei's eyes are full of envy, let go of those girls and let me do it!

Hmph, Zhao Wujiang is here, and his father went out with him, so he must be there too. He bent down and looked sideways, and soon saw his old father Wang Yuan. At this moment, Wang Yuan is leaning on the red and hugging the green, drinking a small wine , Eating delicious food, a pair of enjoying the appearance of comfort.

"Snapped."

He flung open the door.

The girl at the door was frightened, but she didn't care when she saw that the person was a young man.

Wang Yuan cast a sideways glance at him, and then he just sipped his wine and enjoyed the beauty.

"Wang Yuan!"

Wang Tengfei's eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he roared loudly, but when he saw his father's fierce expression, he immediately changed his words:
"father!

Are you worthy of my sister, my sister, and me for acting like this?
They are quite old, and they still come to this land of romance. "

When the girls around heard it, they just looked sideways. This kind of ethical incidents often happen in Chang'an's Fengyue Land, and they are all familiar with it.

"I have worked half my life for the family, I have paid so much for this family, I have worked so hard for so long, what's wrong with enjoying it?" Wang Yuan said lightly.

"Hmph." Wang Tengfei rolled his eyes, and glanced at the girls. It was late spring and early summer, and the girls' winter clothes were gradually removed, and they were all covered with light gauze. There were pieces of snow-white, soft and graceful bodies in his eyes, and his thoughts swayed immediately.

"I want to tell Xi'er Yan'er that you actually brought Zhao Wujiang here!"

He put his hands on his hips and spoke with a straight face.

Knowing son Moruo father.

Wang Yuan whispered a few words beside the girl, then looked at Wang Tengfei:

"Then do you want to go together?"

Wang Tengfei was taken aback for a moment. He looked like he didn't want to bribe me, and pointed at his old father with slightly trembling fingers.

Wang Yuan waved it to the sleeping Zhao Wujiang, and continued:
"He gives money!"

Wang Tengfei widened his eyes, took a single breath, and couldn't hide the smile on his face. He walked quickly to the table and sat down, and shouted to the boy:
"Ten more girls!"

(End of this chapter)