Fu Canglu

Chapter 512 Awakening of the Maharaja

The scholar didn't stop, and walked quickly all the way, and the voice only rang once.

Until he reached the suburbs and was about to leave town.

He subconsciously glanced back.

His face was horrified.

On the eaves and ridges of the distant town, under the moonlight, there are dense figures standing, just looking at the size, they are burly and intimidating.

There was an old man dressed in coarse linen at the entrance of the town. He definitely didn't look like the master of a rich family. It was just that there were dozens of immortal masters standing up and down in the room, all of whom had his "Yin" plaque hanging on their waists.

Mr. Yin kept his eyes closed all the time, but he seemed to be able to see everything. When the scholar slowed down for a moment, he took a sudden step.

"Boom"

This step is taken, and it is separated by a distance of tens of feet. In a flash, someone pulls it out of thin air, tears it, and cuts it off.

In the books of sages and sages that scholars read, there are unknown practice methods.

He has heard that the three religions and the nine streams can lead to the avenue, read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles, and travel all over the Central Plains, mountains, rivers, and rivers.

He has read books for these years, and his comprehension is very high, but he only realized the small method of sound transmission through the air from a few Confucian classics. He is the only one who can be regarded as a scholar within a radius of ten miles.

And the step that Mr. Yin took, his whole body seemed to be full of righteousness, like the sun at the height of the sky, and his aura shredded the night of the town into pieces.

There was a flash of thunder on the sky dome.

Great Confucianism.

Those great Confucians in Kyoto are probably no more than that.

The scholar took a step back in shock, hugging the bird cage in his arms tightly, covering the bird's eyes with his hands through the steel wire, preventing her from looking directly at the thunder that fell from the brilliant divine power.

Mr. Yin's old cheek was almost close to the scholar's innocent face. He kept his eyes closed all the time, and the eyeballs kept turning through a layer of eyelids.

He can't see anything.

He can see everything.

The scene remained silent for a moment.

a loud shout

"I said I won't sell it! I won't sell it!"

The scholar's veins jumped violently, his forehead was swollen, and his delicate face was actually a bit ferocious. He said hoarsely, "You want to scare me? You want to threaten me?"

He sneered, turned around halfway, hugged the bird cage in his arms, moved out a hand, and nodded at the densely packed "immortal masters" standing in the small town, and sneered: "It's so great to be rich? If you have the ability, you Let these people beat me to death, and Daqin's City Lord's Mansion will seek justice for me."

Mr. Yin was silent.

The scholar took two steps back, trying to muster up his courage, "Why? Don't you dare? Then get out of the way!"

The old man in coarse sackcloth did not move at all.

"Let, make way!"

The scholar's voice trembled a little.

Courage, vigorously, then decline, and exhausted three times.

He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and stopped looking at the old man's perverted face.

The scholar said with difficulty: "What do you want?"

Mr. Yin still did not speak.

Looks like he's thinking about something.

He just stood there quietly, blocking the scholar's way.

He won't give way.

The scholar dared not take a step forward.

At the beginning of the great world, the demons are currently plagued, and the majesty of Daqin built two long lines to resist the demons, each in the north and the south, and unanimously opened the law. The punishment for murder is extremely severe. Even ordinary people cannot wantonly bully ordinary people, let alone a "young talent" like him who is expected to be unveiled in Kyoto in the future.

The reason why the scholar was intimidated was because he suddenly thought that the so-called "young talent" who he proclaimed himself to be unveiled in the capital may not be recognized in the law with so many immortal masters behind him. After a while, even if he couldn't die, the old house might have to be tortured, and it might even be sold at a low price to this old man who looked like a dog.

gas.

Thieves.

The anger in the scholar's chest was about to surge, when he suddenly saw Mr. Yin raise his sleeves suddenly.

Between the two big sleeves, a mighty blue-yellow aura swept out, covering the sky and covering the ground, like two waves of hurricanes. Outside the entire town, dozens of immortal masters jumped out, stepped on the roof, and swarmed out.

Dozens of "Master Immortal Masters" shrunk unbelievably to the size of soybeans in mid-air.

And the unstoppable blue-yellow aura of divine power smashed into the scholar's sleeve head-on, lifting him from the ground abruptly.

The linnet cage fell in response.

Before landing, dozens of "soybeans" smashed into the cage.

The scholar was horrified, and just about to try his best to break free from the shackles of righteousness, he saw a tragic scene completely different from what he had imagined happened in the canary cage.

Caged sparrow.

Not poultry.

It's an ancient beast.

The cardinal, which was willing to shrink in the canary cage, was covered in ugly bald feathers, and at this moment, its roots were shaking, bursting out with a scorching red light.

It is as if the ancient monster has come to the world again.

The cardinal chirped, its wings trembled suddenly, and its beak opened wide.

The heaven and earth in the cage burst out more than a dozen bloody lights one after another.

Then the linnet inhaled, and the world in the cage trembled.

Mr. Yin took a step back expressionlessly, and quickly covered his cheeks with his raised sleeves.

The awe-inspiring righteousness filling the sky was swallowed by the little girl who appeared out of thin air, and then she burped lightly.

Mr. Yin looked at the little girl who came out after a thousand calls.

That face that has been preserved for a long time.

Over the years, nothing has changed.

He smiled and said, "Long time no see, how have you been lately?"

Out of the cage, the bird in the cage was expressionless, with his hands on his hips: "Get lost."

The old man was not angry, and said softly: "Your majesty will not awaken in this life, and waiting is in vain."

The scholar watched this scene in astonishment, not knowing what to say.

My younger sister slowly folded her arms, raised her head, and looked at the old man in front of her indifferently: "So?"

"I want to say a few words to your majesty." Mr. Yin said lightly, with a calm voice: "In this vast Xiguan, if the Emperor Qin's demon-hunting project is completed, a Great Wall of Firefly across the Qi River, with north and south ends It is hundreds of thousands of miles away, and with the strength of Great Qin, when the Fengsui Great Wall is repaired, it will be the time when Fucanglu will be sacrificed, and the monster race will not be able to bear it."

Listening to Mr. Yin's words between the lines, the scholar didn't quite understand the meaning.

It is well known that His Majesty is building a huge and long project to resist the attack of the monster clan in the Western Regions.

But what is Fucanglu?
What is Maharaja?
A scholar has never been a rigid scholar. There are good and bad people, and there are demons.

His sister is a kind-hearted little demon.

But in front of him, it is impossible for a monster comparable to the Great Confucian in Kyoto to be just a little monster with humble cultivation.

Mr. Yin waited quietly for a moment.

He could see the flickering look of hesitation on the face of the childish virgin face of the great sage of the monster clan in front of him.

The Suzaku was hesitating.

So the old man said in a very soft voice, "I can let you see him."

The Suzaku opened its eyes wide.

She naturally knew that the "he" in Mr. Yin's mouth was referring to the Maharaja.

It's just that apart from her brother, how can she easily trust others?

Especially human practitioners who are as cunning as foxes.

Mr. Yin said softly: "How many reincarnations have you accompanied him? Think about it carefully, besides this life, has he ever lived past the age of 16 in one life?"

Suzaku clenched his lips suddenly, and there was a clear look of desolation in his eyes.

She didn't nod or shake her head, but just looked at the old man in front of her with resentment.

"The reason why you can live in this life until now, you should understand why."

The old man paused after saying this.

Of course she knew.

When the scholar was seriously ill at the age of 16, Mr. Yin moved to the small town.

Then recover from serious illness.

She waited in fear until the 16th year of the scholar, and she cried all night alone. She thought that her brother would wake up naturally after 16 years. He is a poor scholar who reads the books of sages and sages in the human world.

The great Confucianism and the Great Monarch are separated by thousands of miles.

Suzaku didn't know how Mr. Yin managed to help his brother through the disaster at the age of 16 silently.

But in the human world outside the Western Regions, those great cultivators have far more bizarre magical powers than the monster race.

She has always maintained a dubious attitude.

"You and I know how strong the Emperor of Great Qin is." Mr. Yin lowered his eyebrows and said in a calm voice, "Even if the ten great Confucian scholars in Kyoto fight together, it is impossible for them to be opponents of the emperor with the 'Fu Cang Lu'. If the emperor waits until the beacon is repaired and goes out in person, then the four great sages of Bachi Mountain, including the 'Shan Hai Jing', will probably be smashed to pieces."

Suzaku was silent.

Noncommittal.

That emperor did have such strength.

"Daqin deliberately kept the royal court of the Northern Plains from being swallowed up, and wanted to swallow the monster race first. The reason why he had such an idea was that the emperor wanted to take advantage of his peak years to hold the territory of the Central Plains in his hands. Complete the unprecedented unification of the world." Mr. Yin lowered his eyebrows and said seriously: "If it is not counted as the snowy monster race, Daqin only needs to conquer Beiyuan, and it will be regarded as the unification of the human race. For Emperor Shifu, conquering Beiyuan requires How many days?"

The little girl Suzaku looked neither happy nor sad.

Mr. Yin laughed at himself.

"You still don't believe me?"

He slowly raised the big sleeves, but this time there was no righteousness in the sleeves, but he slowly pushed up the big sleeves, exposing his withered arms.

On the arm, there was a flow of dead energy, and the luck of the Shifu emperor smashed out one section after another of heavy marks.

"Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism are the three religions, but Qinglian of Buddhism is not in the capital, so she escaped disaster."

Mr. Yin lowered his voice very low.

"The great Confucianism in Kyoto, the Taoist ancestors, have all fallen."

He laughed in a low voice, "It is true that the ten great Confucians working together cannot defeat the emperor who is holding the 'Fu Cang Lu'."

Little Suzaku's pupils constricted when she heard the great news.

"The emperor destroyed the world's three religions in a frenzy, burning books and burying Confucianism." Mr. Yin coughed several times, with a sick look in his eyes: "My fellow Confucianism is dead, why can't I help the Yaozu and overthrow the Great Qin? "

This statement came out.

Suzaku took a deep breath.

"Half a stick of incense."

She looked seriously at Mr. Yin in front of her: "Also, he is not the maharaja of Bachi Mountain now."

The little girl turned her head and took a deep look at the scholar who was still in a daze. She paused every word, and her voice was very clear: "He is mine, brother."

(End of this chapter)