Fu Canglu

Chapter 601 Two Coincidences
Yuan Tiangang stood in the middle of the blazing fire, and the torrential rain fell. He looked at Yi Xiao silently and calmly, standing at the junction of dawn and darkness, until the cry of the newborn baby drove away the last trace of Yongye.

He looked at Yi Xiao with compassionate and kind eyes.

The "Jiangnan Road" in "The First Year of the Spring and Autumn Period" trembled faintly at this moment.

This is the deepest part of Yi Xiao's soul sea.

After entering the tenth realm of soul power, the practitioner's soul will become extremely stable, no matter how hard it is to shake it with external forces.

But at this moment, the illusion of the Purple Mansion, purely condensed by soul power, began to tremble unsteadily, with clear and blurred raindrops, dry black grass cuttings rising from the ground like tornadoes, piles of white bones, charred corpses, those standing The silent and solemn figure outside the line of fire was like a wave of light in the mirror, after shaking, cracks appeared slowly.

The young Confucian scholar closed his eyes.

In his mind, a series of huge and mysterious clues flickered, like thunder snakes jumping one after another in the sky above the cloudy sky under the heavy rain at the moment, shuttling through his mind, chilling and hiding.

After closing his eyes, Yuan Tiangang's world became clean and peaceful.

He heard someone speak in pain.

"teacher"

A hard silence followed.

"What is this for?"

The fire had been extinguished by the heavy rain, sporadic sparks clinging to the dry bones flickered, and the wet "firewood" was rolled on the grass by the strong wind, and accidentally hit the calf of the young Confucian scholar, breaking into pieces neatly. The two pieces were scattered with ashes during the subsequent roll, like an overturned incense altar.

On the top of the sky, like the bottom of the boundless sea, someone chiseled a small and slight opening, and then the sky suddenly appeared, dispelling the eternal night, and at the same time, tens of millions of tons of sea water poured in through the chisel.

Yuan Tiangang suddenly opened his eyes.

There was a thunderous explosion!
The young Confucian scholar's face was always gentle and elegant, but at this moment, the raindrops slid down his cheeks, and his eyebrows were raised, showing a bit of awe-inspiring aura.

He silently and calmly thought about some pictures.

From the 16 years of travel in Spring and Autumn, the kit I sent out.

Yellow sand in the desert, sword wine in the wind garden, fleeing from the Northern Wei Dynasty, and falling into demons in Luoyang.
The young man in front of me was just an immature boy at the time. In four years, he went from innocent to bloody, step by step, and now he has become the most loyal audience in the world. The trajectory is seen in the eyes, and it has been corrected and placed.

His Highness lived like a puppet.

The thunder flashed away, the earth was bright and bright all day long, Yuan Tiangang looked at Yi Xiao, more like looking at a seed.

The seed is buried in the ground, watered, irrigated, waiting for it to take root and germinate.

During the years of wild seed growth, cut off unwanted branches.

Enclose the main trunk during the long, painful winter of the seeds.

You must pamper it, get used to it, and tolerate it.

Finally, wait for it to mature and bear fruit.

He took it off.

"It's just a coincidence that some things happened."

"When two coincidences come together, things become unbelievable."

The onyx white robe is hunting.

Yuan Tiangang said: "You know who you are better than anyone else."

The hair of the little highness was already wet by the raindrops, and a sense of fatigue arose in his bones, which was a fatigue he had never experienced before, like a torrential rain falling from the zenith, making him bow his head and make him fall down.But he stood stubbornly on the spot, with his head held high, his eyes open, his hands supporting his slightly bent knees, and he bowed slightly to support himself so that he would not fall down easily.

"who I am"

Yi Xiao murmured this sentence lightly.

"Is it the Maharaja?"

"Is it the Overlord?"

The young man from far away asked softly: "Since you know the answer yourself, why do you still need to ask me?"

Yi Xiao pursed her lips tightly.

"The majesty of the Western Regions, in order to prove the Dao of longevity, started a continuous rotation over the long years, accumulating the good fortune of nine generations."

"After the Overlord who overthrew Great Qin was born, everyone believed that this was the tenth reincarnation of the Maharaja." The young man's voice was somewhat mocking: "Although they are all dead, although this is not the truth."

"The truth of history is actually just a coincidence."

"They just took up a shell."

Yuan Tiangang stood on the windy Spring and Autumn Jiangnan Road, and said calmly: "Even if there is no good luck for the ninth generation of the Maharaja, the person who should overthrow the Great Qin will definitely appear."

Yi Xiao was a little perplexed.

He suddenly understood again.

In Maharaja's memory, the picture of the scholar carrying the birdcage dying in a miserable way.

coincidence
coincidence
The reincarnation method of the Maharaja, the soul is placed in the body of the host, and the second life is reborn.

"The strong live, the weak perish. The soul of the Maharaja is not as strong as it, so in the same body, the memory of the Maharaja is sealed."

"If there is no such a coincidence, Majesty will become the first successful person in the world." The young man standing on the grass said softly, "He is a genius that surpasses the past and present, and even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva can hardly solve it All the perplexities of rotation were resolved by him."

"Reincarnation after life, until the last accumulated karma is emptied, there is no hindrance."

"It's just accompanied by many reincarnations. Not only weak, but also misfortune."

Yuan Tiangang's voice echoed in the strong wind and rain.

"In every life of his life, he never lived past the age of 16."

"In every life of his life, he was a mortal without cultivation."

"His every life is accompanied by many misfortunes and difficulties."

Every time the teacher's voice sounded, Yi Xiao's complexion turned pale, and the heavy rain rolled down his cheeks. He thought of the reincarnation of the maharaja, the opera singer who cried hoarsely, the son of the royal family who was in trouble, and the poor man who fell down. The scholar, the painter whose family was ruined, looked up in bewilderment at last, looking at the figure of the teacher bathed in the storm, wind and lightning in disbelief, and heard the last sentence.

"Do you think...you look like him?"

Yi Xiao's breathing was a little difficult.

"A joke of fate. A ridiculous coincidence."

Yuan Tiangang lightly raised a finger, shook it in front of his lips, and said with a smile, "It's never been a 'like'. Because this body is originally a 'majesty'."

"The maharaja is the maharaja, the overlord is the overlord, and you are you. If there were not so many coincidences, the three of you should not be the one you are now, and the majesty has gone to the other side, and things will become much easier."

Yi Xiao supported his knees and wobbled a little bit, then stood up, clenched his fists, and looked at his teacher in misery.

"I never thought that you would surpass the souls of these two people."

Yuan Tiangang looked at the baby in the swaddle, and murmured: "Everyone is a newborn life, why is your soul stronger than them?"

"But these are not important anymore."

Yuan Tiangang said softly: "You have called my teacher for so long. Over the years, you have not been wrong, but after today, it will no longer be the case."

The white robe swelled, and the sackcloth shook.

The boy didn't move his pace, and at the moment when the thunder flashed, he had already come to Yi Xiao, looking at his disciple with compassion and kindness.

"My true disciple, the soul is ripe, I want to take it away."

Yi Xiao's pupils contracted.

The teacher's hand was slowly withdrawn from between his eyebrows, and he never saw clearly how he came, nor when he twisted two fingers and handed them to his forehead.

He slowly withdrew his hand.

"uh"

Yi Xiao hit the ground with both knees, subconsciously pressed Yuan Tiangang's shoulders with both hands, and the hoarse voice of pain, accompanied by the tremor of the soul of Zifu, continued to resound throughout the world.

The blurry figure outside the line of fire shattered in an instant.

Along with it, there are rolling backbones and flying grass clippings. Someone punched the mirror of this world.

The exquisitely curled soul was slowly pulled out of Yi Xiao's forehead by Yuan Tiangang.

The young man in the white robe fluttered, his mind was unpredictable, and his eyebrows and eyes were slightly lowered.

The little Highness, who was kneeling on the ground under the tremendous force, had her lotus clothes boiled by the air machine, and the breastplate cracked and shattered. She raised her head slowly and stubbornly, with lion-like anger hidden in her eyes.

Yuan Tiangang looked at him with a smile.

He saw this anger when the arrow was shot in Lujia Town.

If there is no such anger, the key in the purple box will not be able to climb the blood pool on Bachi Mountain.

The fruit will not ripen.

This overlord's soul that lives in the deepest part of Yi Xiao's soul sea has matured at this moment.

Without the "key", the door cannot be opened.

He subconsciously pursed his lips, thinking about the hard work and painstaking efforts he had made in the past ten years, and it finally came true at this moment.

His sleeve trembled slightly, and carefully stripped the soul out completely.

During this process, in the wall of the lotus pond, there are painful dragon snakes roaring, and lotus flowers spinning.

Yuan Tiangang said softly: "I will take all of these."

A trace of bewilderment flashed in Yi Xiao's eyes, followed by more extreme pain.

He understood what Yuan Tiangang was going to take away next.

is innate, innate
Heaven!

The rainstorm was majestic, the thunder roared, and finally gradually weakened, and no one could hear it.

Wearing a shabby lotus dress, bathed in blood, fell in the mud.

Yuan Tiangang withdrew his hand slowly.

He took out the dragon and snake and the lotus, including the entire lotus pond, and spun them in his palm.

But it didn't end there.

Yuan Tiangang stood on the ground and put away all the things that had been pulled away.

Then he raised his head slowly, the wind swept across the fields, and the young Confucian scholar looked at the unattainable sky from afar.

Above the sky is the boundless sea pouring through the chisel.

The sea of ​​souls rolled.

Further up is the youth's illusion of the Purple Mansion.

Going up layer by layer, at the end, there is an ancient coffin that is so quiet that it is somewhat decayed.

The lid of the coffin had already been lifted. A man in white was standing on the coffin with one foot. Dugu at the waist and Karma beside him were trembling slightly.

He is watching him.

He is also looking at him.

(End of this chapter)