Fu Canglu

Chapter 513 Reincarnation Rusty
Liang Liang turned around, stood on tiptoes, hugged his brother who was still in a daze, and said softly, "Brother."

The scholar was stunned and reacted.

"This is Mr. Confucianism in Kyoto. He is one of the few people in the world who has cultivated the way of sages." Liang Liang hugged the scholar in his arms and said softly, "If brother wants to be a beautiful scholar"

The scholar didn't understand why Liang Liang said that.

Of course he didn't understand.

The little girl in her arms hugged him tightly, closed her eyes tightly, and bit her lips tightly.

She has waited so many lifetimes.

She no longer cared whether the maharaja would recover or not.

No matter what her brother looks like, she will always follow him.

Whether it's a scholar or a painter, he's the heir of the prince's mansion, or the servant of the brothel.

Life after life reincarnation.

She waited until now.

Scholars in this life want to read the books of sages and sages. The unprecedented Great Qin Emperor has a wealth of talents in the capital, and all ten great Confucians can compare with the great cultivators of the monster clan.

Confucianism and Taoism flourished.

Taoism and Buddhism are also very prosperous, with hundreds of battles, outside the snowy area, there are many human masters who have reached the ninth-rank realm, and there are nearly ten masters who have established a sect.

At the beginning of Fu Dashi, only one corner was revealed.

Such a Daqin is really too terrifying.

The scholar wants to be the great Confucian in Kyoto, the pillar of mankind.

If he had a part of the majesty's soul in his heart, how could he have such an idea, and how could he be willing to contribute to the roof of Daqin?

Liang Liang should have killed him and waited for the next reincarnation.

But after these years, she has already gotten used to her brother's mortal life in every life.

When my brother laughed, she laughed.

When her brother cried, she cried.

The world is so big, she just wants to be her brother's bird in a cage, and never leave her.

This world is like this, and the world is like this.

Even if my brother is no longer the maharaja on the throne of Bachi Mountain one day, and wants to destroy the whole world.

She will follow unswervingly.

The scholar watched Liang Liang hugging him, and he let go after a long time, leaving room for the great Confucianist from Kyoto to speak.

Mr. Yin only has half a stick of incense time.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry, but raised his big sleeve lightly, and a "soybean" flew out of the sleeve. After landing, he transformed into the hulking "immortal teacher" that scholars often meet in the town.

"This is the string control technique of the 'Mohist'. After entering the room, you can turn beans into soldiers."

Mr. Yin smiled and continued to shake his sleeves. There were black and white breaths in the sleeves, which swirled and overflowed like bursts of fairy mist. Mr. Yin's nostrils buzzed like a cow inhaled. Chest and abdomen, the sleeves of the whole person are full, the eyes are piercing, and the chest bulge slowly calms down.

After everything returned to normal, Mr. Yin turned into a young Confucian scholar with white hair and childlike face, but his temples were still stained.

He said with a smile: "Water and fire meet and turn into real qi. This is the 'Taoist' art of returning to yang."

Mr. Yin shook his sleeves several times in a row, and every time he shook, the scholar's eyes lit up with a gleam of brilliance.

"This is the 'Yin-Yang Family''s method of deducing Xuanmen!"

"This is the trick of the 'strategist'!"

Back and forth, shaking the big sleeve nine times in a row.

Mr. Yin finally put away his big sleeves, his face was calm, half of the time had passed.

He said calmly: "These are the nine kinds of Confucianism and Taoism in the world. Confucianism and Taoism blend with each other and are infinitely mysterious. Among them, the nine streams are mainly based on the Confucianism's great righteousness method, and the Taoism's method of touching the head and longevity, supplemented by others."

The scholar didn't quite understand why this great Confucian in Kyoto had to demonstrate these nine mysterious methods to himself.

Mr. Yin lowered his eyebrows and said: "After Emperor Shifu's Great Qin Dynasty, it is impossible for these nine schools of cultivation to be merged. Perhaps a hundred years later, when Taoism and Confucianism have declined, and no one is practicing, these nine schools of cultivation will be reduced to nothing. The bottom of the world."

He laughed in a low voice: "If you only practice one method, even if you cultivate it to the extreme, it is enough to be called a saint, but it is indeed just a low-level one. If these nine methods can be integrated and perfected, you may be able to achieve longevity and stay young forever. .”

Mr. Yin looked at the scholar, the sharpness in his eyes made the scholar uncomfortable.

"Do you know how attractive the word longevity is?"

Mr. Yin laughed at himself and said: "Emperor Shifu wants to destroy all ways in the world and unify the world in order to seek longevity. The great monarchs of the Western Regions have countless reincarnations and are constantly reincarnated in order to seek longevity."

He paused for a moment, and his voice was a bit sad: "Brother merged with Jiuliu, and took that last step, also for the sake of longevity."

Mr. Yin said solemnly: "If it wasn't for the failure of the senior brother, how could the Emperor Shifu be able to touch the Confucian school?"

The scholar only felt that the great Confucian in Kyoto in front of him looked like a lunatic now.

He is no longer the image of an old man in his dying years, his body is still hunched, and there is a touch of madness on that young face: "Emperor Daqin dares to destroy my Confucian school, how can he feel better?"

Then he stopped abruptly.

The time limit for Daomen's technique of returning to yang has come.

This great Confucian in Kyoto suddenly coughed several times, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and let his hair hang loose.

"Yi Xiao."

After the scholar saw the lifting, he recovered his old face, and asked in a trembling voice: "As long as you say a word, I will give you all the nine-level skills of Confucianism."

The old man raised his arm, and his sleeves fell off. The withered arm that had been marked with scarlet marks by the Great Qin Emperor was now lifeless.

A thunderbolt flashed between the sky and the earth.

"You, are you willing to overthrow Daqin?"

The scholar looked at this old man who looked like a madman.

His mind went blank.

Overthrow Daqin?

Why overthrow Daqin?

There seemed to be an extremely bright light in his mind, which suddenly exploded along with the thunder light between heaven and earth.

Light up your whole mind.

He wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

Mr. Yin did not give him time to speak.

The finger he raised has fallen in a very short time, and the distance between the scholar's eyebrows is only a tiny bit away.

There are too many people in this world who want to overthrow Daqin.

And the one who hated Da Qin deeply, and the one who hated him the most, was Mr. Yin in front of him.

He has been dormant in this small town for so long, just for a chance to be alone.

And no matter when he approached the scholar, the bird in the cage would follow him every step of the way, but the strength of the Suzaku was so entangled that even if he used all kinds of means, it was impossible to get close to the scholar.

This is the only chance.

How could he give the scholar room to agree or not?
The roaring sound of flames filled the sky.

Liang Liang, who only moved a distance of more than ten feet, saw the wings of the Suzaku on his back whipping up monstrous flames in an instant.

"Go away!"

Mr. Yin yelled furiously: "Suzaku, as a great monster of the Western Regions, you don't want to revive the king and accompany you for ten generations, that's absurd!"

The flames all over the sky came faster than Liang Liang's.

Suzaku's deficiency inflammation can burn everything in the world.

Xu Yan ignited all of Mr. Yin's body-protecting qi, and abruptly lowered that finger by a certain distance.

That finger pierced the skin, spattered hot blood, and then hit the bone.

Stopped abruptly.

The scholar fell to the ground.

He was shaking.

Looking at his sister with her back turned away, her long red hair, like a waterfall, began to fly away when the severed hair rope was still in the air.

Liang Liang stood between the two of them.

She blocked the finger.

Previously, Mr. Yin gathered nine streams of secret techniques, and then pretended to "cough up" the mouthful of blood, turning his childish face back into his twilight appearance, that is, accumulating all his cultivation.

All at your fingertips.

It's just that finger was pressed down by more than a foot.

The Kyoto Confucian took a deep breath, and slowly pulled out his fingers.

Between Liang Liang's brows, fresh blood flowed out.

Her complexion was extremely pale, her eyebrows were raised, and her whole body was burning with crimson flames.

Her lips were bright red, as if she had applied several layers of rouge.

"You know that you only need to shatter his soul in this world after he crosses the catastrophe to awaken the majesty." Mr. Yin took a step back.

His cultivation base at this moment has truly retreated into his twilight years.

On the old man's cheek, there was scale-like dead skin, as if he had been overdrawn too much, and he couldn't hold it anymore at this moment, and the corners of the old man's face were raised with dead air, which looked extremely permeable.

"I am in this small town, and I used all my savings to help him survive the catastrophe when his fate was cut short." Mr. Yin had a trace of resentment in his eyes: "I, I, I just wait for you to do it yourself to revive the Lord of the Western Regions."

Liang Liang smiled.

She didn't care about the gap between her eyebrows.

It's just that she didn't dare to turn her head, fearing that her appearance would frighten the scholar.

"He is not the maharaja of the Western Regions."

Liang Liang took a deep breath, lowered his eyebrows, and the blood flowed from the center of his eyebrows, covering his face.

She tried her best to control her voice to be soft and cheerful: "He is my brother."

Mr. Yin looked at this stupid monster indifferently.

"If you don't stop this finger, he will already be the 'Maharaja' you've been thinking about day and night."

Suzaku was a little dazed.

Her consciousness has been a little trance.

Soul, a little drifting away.

"Majesty."

"Majesty."

She shook her head.

In the end, with blurred lips and teeth, he said with a vague smile, "If...you have to choose."

"I don't want Maharaja."

"As long as my brother is like this, I will always be myself for the rest of my life"

Suzaku Void Flame filled the sky, covering a radius of one mile, layer by layer.

There was a hint of tenderness in her voice.

At the end.

She still didn't look back.

"elder brother."

The scholar fell into the flames.

He dared not come forward.

I dare not hug that little girl who looks like a monster.

He saw that great Confucianist in Kyoto, who was eroded by invisible flames, and turned into fly ash in an instant.

The sky was full of emptiness, and the little girl slowly squatted down.

The soul is about to be shaken away.

If the soul is gone, will I not be able to accompany my brother in the future?
Liang Liang couldn't control her thoughts, subconsciously or subconsciously, she could only call out the two words she was most familiar with.

Squat on the ground and curl up.

After the souls left one by one, her body seemed to be corroded, and the flames began to burn her slender skin.

Snow-white forearms, pink cheeks, and bare ankles made a miserable sound of sneering in the fire.

She opened her lips heavily, the pain of emptiness and burning body, after losing the demon soul, this mortal body couldn't bear it at all.

She suddenly raised her head, clutched a piece of charred charcoal, swallowed it forcefully, and suppressed the painful cry back to her petite chest.

"elder brother!"

The little girl's voice began to become hoarse.

Swallowed fire.

He burned his throat.

This is the voice.

Some cried, some laughed.

"Brother, don't be afraid, I will accompany you."

This is the last sound.

Since then, reincarnation has blossomed, and everything in the world has rusted.

The man she had been waiting for.

Can't wait.

(End of this chapter)