Chapter 700, Prophecy from the Last Era

"Hengshan Sanding" Ding Xian, Ding Jing and Ding Yi. The three old nuns who have not been married for hundreds of years are fierce and difficult to deal with, but Mr. Mo Da, who is almost a single sword and a single branch of Hengshan Jianzong, Mr. Mo Da, is probably more terrible than these "Sanding" combined.

Hengshan's lineage has not had a master to support the beam for hundreds of years. Those excellent disciples either died in the middle of the way, or because they fell into a astray path for various reasons. There is only one Mr. Mo of the Nuoda of the Great Sword School. Compared with the thirteen Taibao that Songshan has honed for hundreds of years in the fight against the sky, Hengshan's lineage is weak. The small one can hardly be called the Five Mountains.

Judging from the number of masters in the door, Nanyue Hengshan doesn't seem to have as much power as those nuns in Beiyue Hengshan, but Zhu Peng knows that Mr. Mo Da's 'Xiaoxiang Night Rain' is really in his hands.

The strength of his personal strength is probably the existence of Zuo Lengchan and Yue Bukun among the five mountains. Zuo Lengchan is a great talent. In the process of fighting against fate, he has achieved himself and the Songshan Sword School, while Yue Buchun's strength is because of the rich family background of Huashan Sword School, that is, a thin camel. His family background trembles, and also It can crush the horse, and there are countless unique skills in the sword school.

And what about Mr. Mo? He did not have the heroism of Zuo Lengchan, nor did the Hengshan School like the Huashan Sword School. In the end, his personal cultivation still followed the footsteps of the first two people. That is, because of his relationship as the head, the world did not dare to underestimate Nanyue Hengshan too much.

Because, after all, there is a Jindan reserve, and the small faction does not dare to offend him to death.

Of course, in Zhu Peng's eyes, he did not give up Hengshan. The pursuit of his own detachment is his biggest mistake in hundreds of years. He runs a sect that can't bring positive benefits, but even his own burden, which is the main reason why he can only follow up his cultivation over the years. If he has given up Hengshan for thousands of years. The sword school is a big burden. Today, I'm afraid it is already a real Jindan realm like Zuo Lengchan and Yue. It may even be faster because you don't have to worry about the trivialities of the sect.

"Everyone knows the truth, but even for me, there are different things that I can't let go, and I can't give up. A thousand-year-old swordsman who has cultivated himself since childhood, I'm afraid there are more things that people are reluctant to leave, but no wonder it's too cruel..."

He shook his head slightly. In his words, Zhu Peng's breath had completely infiltrated the secret volume in his hand: "Flying Snow in the Sky". The next moment, he opened his purple eyes and used the fifth pupil ability: "Cause and Effect Insight".

The whole world suddenly changed under the changes of countless causal lines. The normal material surface suddenly twisted and changed in Zhu Peng's eyes. When Zhu Peng looked directly at a table, its shape was no longer a table, but a causal collection of countless disordered causal lines. Zhu Peng could even follow its cause and effect. Connect and find out who is the craftsman who made it.

He looked at the secret scroll in his hand. On the golden secret scroll, there were only a few very thin causal lines connected. Zhu Peng counted the few causal lines. In addition to himself and Qin Yue, except for those who had passed through the hand, after a long time, Zhu Peng was finally on this golden secret scroll. A line of cause and effect that was almost indifferable was found.

This wisp of cause and effect line does not point to any monk in the Blood Spirit Ridge, but to the place where tens of millions of mortals gather: the Blood Spirit City.

"In today's world, only Nan Murong and Bei Qiaofeng can be called great heroes and great heroes. The Southern Murong family is good at fighting and changing stars, and pays attention to giving back to each other in the other way, which is exquisite."

"And Qiao Feng, a hero in the north, has a pair of red palms and unparalleled eighteen dragon palms. Without moving the blade, he is already invincible all over the north..."

In the residential area of Bloody City, a storyteller with shabby clothes and white temples danced and saliva on the stage. His eloquence was excellent, and he talked about a "Dragon and Semi-Devils" that no one around him had never heard of. For a while, the listeners who were excited by the mood around him were rewarded with countless money and small coins.

However, this storyteller's old man has passed his life. He knows very well that only fine water can flow for a long time, so when he talked about the most ** place, "Qiao Feng's blood battle with Juxian Villa", he suddenly stopped and said, "If you know what happens after that, please listen to the next decomposition."

Then he packed up the money, turned around and left, and hung up the appetite of the audience around him.

Now, it is the time after the end of the world. More than 60 years have passed in a flash. For powerful practitioners, it is just a few retreats, but for fragile mortals, it is enough for the naughty kid in the past to become today's old man.

The storyteller, the old man Zhou, held his little granddaughter in his hand and calculated his book. From time to time, someone waved to him around him. Old man Zhou nodded with a smile and responded. The storyteller is so popular. As long as he is willing to support him, he is the master and benefactor, but not because of his identity and wealth. It's expensive and cheap.

In today's world where there is no technology and no possibility of scientific and technological development, storytellers are one of the few jobs that can bring pleasure to the world, so the income of being an excellent storyteller is actually quite expensive. Many listeners who love this way are even willing to pay a lot of generations that make themselves painful for their hearts. Price.

However, Mr. Zhou is already quite rich, but he never shows off his clothes and food. Even during the Spring Festival, he only gives his little granddaughter good food and clothing, but he is reluctant to eat and wear. No one knows where his money has gone. He just knows that Mr. Zhou, who is quite famous among storytellers, is living in great poverty.

"How does Zhang Wuji know Wei Xiaobao's ambition? He can't deal with both women, but how can he compare with Lord Wei's seven beautiful concubines?"

Holding his little granddaughter to walk in the downtown, old man Zhou read the modern version of "The swan knows the ambition of Honghu". At this time, there was a smooth sword in the sky, but a monk who had just completed the foundation. He practiced flying with his sword in a hurry. Almost all the mortals around him knelt down. On the one hand, it was an expression. The awe in my heart, on the other hand, is also afraid that the busy monk above will fall and hit him.

For the practitioners, it's a fall, but once it hits a mortal, it's a bloody case, and it hasn't reason to claim compensation. It's useless to die. If you meet an unreasonable person, you will be very angry because your clothes are dirty. At that time, how many more people will die will not be said.

Only Mr. Zhou stood in the crowd around him. His eyes were fixed on the swaying sword light in the sky, and in his eyes, there was a burning desire.

Cultivation of immortals, cultivation of immortals, cultivation of immortals, this erratic noun, was the only opportunity to get ahead in modern times. Once you enter the immortal way, even if you just go in for two years, you can also get an official position when you come out. If you have a few more qualifications and learn one or two tricks, then you can be in this blood. The rampage in the outer city is known as a fairy master, and it is not illegal to even kill someone.

Of course, as soon as you enter the Fairy Gate, it is as deep as the sea, and the lonely road is far away. After entering it, nine and a half out of ten will not return to the gathering place of mortals, not because of disdain, but because they do not want to see that kind of weakness and decay.

Once upon a time, there was a person in the bloody city who had a deep hatred for the local ruffian. The two fell in love with a girl together, but in the end, the girl fell into the arms of the ruffian. No one knew the entanglement, but the hatred of taking his wife was unforgettable.

Unexpectedly, a few years later, the young man was tested for the qualification of immortality because of chance, and then joined a fairy sect. It is said that his eyes when he walked made the ruffian who hugged the beauty almost scared him out. Twenty years later, the lucky man returned and saw his former enemy because of fear and age. The torture of the moon, and the old and old, even the beautiful girl in the memory of the past has become a fat woman with thick hands and big belly. Only myself, 20 years have passed in a moment, but time has not left any traces on me.

Then, that night, the young man sat quietly in the ruffian's house for one night. Finally, he had a meal with the former enemy, drank a glass of wine, and then brushed his shirt and laughed.

The so-called: "After all the disasters, the brothers are here, and they meet each other with a smile and hatred." I'm afraid the most suitable situation is this situation, because it is no longer a world, so we meet and smile and do everything in the past.

Finally, the sword light faded from the limit of vision, and the downtown gradually returned to the hustle and bustle. Only the old man Zhou was still standing in a daze. Mumu looked at the sky, but he seemed to have lost his soul.

"Grandpa, Grandpa" In the end, it was the tender voice of the little granddaughter that called back the old man's mind. Old Zhou suddenly woke up and realized that he had been standing here for a long time. He quickly pulled the little granddaughter to go home quickly, but he didn't think about it. He pulled it gently, but did not pull it. Looking back, I saw that the little girl with pink and jade carving was looking at a flowing halazi selling sugar-coated haws. Her front was half wet. I thought that this halazi had been flowing for a long time...

In the middle of the night, the tossing old man Zhou finally returned home with his satisfied little granddaughter who was nibbling sugar gourd. However, for some reason, the surroundings of today's house seemed to be a little too quiet. It seemed to be shrouded in a faint layer of shade and gray, which actually gave people a feeling of a huge beast waiting there with its blood open mouth. Old Zhou hesitated for a moment, but he didn't dare to go home.

After a long time of hesitation, I can't go back, not to mention the money accumulated over the years, but the existence of the two secret books has made Mr. Zhou have to go back.

Walking into the house, although it was a little too quiet around tonight, the light in the room was gray, and there was no trace of being locked by the doorway. These more or less made Mr. Zhou relax a little, but a moment later, a frightened howl resounded throughout the residential area, which was strange. Yes, even with the howling sound, the whole residential area was still dark. Not to mention people, it seemed that not even a mouse was shocked.

"Well, I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted. I haven't lit the light. I'm scared you."

With the gentle and indifferent words, the dark figure did not move a little, but the lights around the room suddenly ignited without fire. A moment later, Old Zhou's eyes gradually adapted to the light and saw a young man in a black robe. At this moment, he was gently turning over a roll of old and broken ancient books. This book Zhou The old man is very clear that it is the secret book that makes him a well-known storyteller: "Eight Dragons".

Mr. Zhou is in his seventies this year, but he is one of the few leftovers of the previous era. He knows more or less words, so he can take advantage of the opportunity to get two famous ancient books of the previous era and become a well-known storyteller. A book "Tianlong Babu" and a book "Smiling Proud Jianghu" are his two most popular jokes. The text is beautiful, the plot is **, and he is also a good eloquence. In today's social context, it is really difficult to be popular.

However, even if he cares about the two ancient books, Mr. Zhou does not dare to go a little more than half a step at this moment. Although the young man in front of him has not yet identified his status as a monk, his noble and indifferent demeanor is enough for Mr. Zhou to describe the status in front of him. Therefore, for a while, old man Zhou had questions and answers to Zhu Peng, and his attitude was respectful and humble to a certain extent.

While gossiping with the mortal old man beside him, Zhu Peng once again confirmed the causal connection between the two volumes of ancient books in his hand and the golden secret scrolls in his hand. The practitioner's reading speed is far faster than that of mortals. He has just been able to recite "Tianlong Babu" and "Xiao Ao Jianghu" for a long time. It can be said that Half a word is not bad.

Unfortunately, neither "Tianlong Babu" nor "Smiling Proud Jianghu" have more or less incomplete pages. Fortunately, "Tianlong Babu" is at least half incomplete. Of course, this is also easy to understand. Under the doomsday disaster, how many people will take good care of these two books.

"Do you know Jin Yong?" Zhu Peng turned over "Smiling Proud Wanderer" again, and asked in a slightly strange tone. The villain knew that before the complete destruction of the last era, Jin Yong seemed to be a generation of famous novels. In the last era, he was almost a household name.

"Isn't the novelist... a prophet? In other words, he wants to convey to the world that talents can't speak frankly in the form of a novel, but even in this situation, he still can't escape the exploration of the way in the end..." With his eyes closed, all the causal involvements of the golden secret volume have been checked. With only the two volumes in his hand, it can be said that The gain is a lot. If Zhu Peng's conjecture is true, and Jin Yong is really an escape star, the great prophet who was chased and killed by Songshan Jianxiu all the way, then Zhu Peng can get a lot of value information that ordinary people can't imagine through his works.

Close your eyes and think quietly. The mortals around him have been put down by the accompanying guards, so even if the old man Zhou just broke his throat, no creature will pay attention to him a little.

After a while, Zhu Peng turned around. Because he held two volumes of ancient books in his hand, Zhu Peng said, "Your old man has made third-class merit for the Blood Spirit. Since then, all life benefits have been on the same as the monks on the ninth floor of refining. This is a secret grant under my personal power. Don't deposit it in the file or disturb anyone.

The previous paragraph was said to Mr. Zhou, but the latter paragraph was the words of the guard who suddenly appeared and knelt down. Zhu Peng represented the strongest power of the Southern Blood Soul Pavilion. Therefore, the guards around him often do not take combat effectiveness as the first selection condition, but the ability to deal with various chores as the first selection condition. Even if Zhu Peng doesn't order these things, he will handle them properly.

In fact, the hidden benefits brought by Mr. Zhou to Zhu Peng, not to mention the third-class meritorious deeds, even the first-class or even special merits are fully awarded. It's just that it's too conspicuous. It's simply like telling others, "Come and check me", so Zhu Peng handled it in a low-key way, which not only got the greatest benefit, but also protected the old man in front of him in disguise.

However, before Zhu Peng really moved away, the old man was already hungry and grabbed Zhu Peng's neck - his ankle with agility that was not in line with his age.

Then he knew that old man Zhou, who met a nobleman, held Zhu Peng's thigh and didn't let go. "Fairy master, fairy master, I don't want third-class meritorious deeds, and I don't want it equivalent to the life treatment of monks. I beg you to accept my granddaughter as an apprentice, Xiaoyu, you stupid girl, why don't you kneel down and worship the master quickly..." Old man Zhou is so anxious here. Zhou Yu, who was nibbling on sugar-coated haws, shook his head very calmly: "No, this master has no white beard and does not hide in the deep mountains and forests. He is definitely not a powerful master. I don't kowtow."

Zhu Peng: "..............."

Old Zhou: "..............."

The guard has begun to slowly pull out his knife. How respected is the status of the blood priest? This guard has the intention to sit all the people surnamed Zhou in the blood city.

After all, it has brought great benefits to himself. Zhu Peng is not a person who turns his face faster than turning over books. Of course, when needed, ordinary people turn over books not as fast as he does. So he let the old man Zhou hold his thigh and did not directly step on the other party into blood foam.

Looking at the little girl called Zhou Yu, she nibbled at the sugar gourd and said that she would not be a good master. An inexplicable joy suddenly appeared in Zhu Peng's heart, which may be a happy event. At this moment, Zhu Peng felt that this little girl named Zhou Yu was quite suitable for him.

However, old man Zhou, who didn't know Zhu Peng's change of heart, hated for the first time in his life why he told so many out of tune with his granddaughter. He almost rolled and crawled to a secret @, and then took out a big bag and sprinkled it on the bottom, but it was a high-level spiritual stone scattered on the ground. I only ask the adult to take my granddaughter into the fairy gate. Whether these spiritual stones are successful or not, they are all the money they handle.

The flashing spiritual stone changes with a seductive light under the dim oil lamp. For Zhu Peng, a cup of spiritual tea every day is more than these spiritual stones, but for Mr. Zhou, it is his decades of hard work.

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