Chapter 301 The old man is still the same

There are many people who have met Mr. Yi. After all, he has played Da Kuang in various identities, from the upper nine to the lower nine.

There are few people who know his true identity, such as Simajin, An Bochen, Lv Fengqi, Dian Kui... Even if he knows that Mr. Yi is an unborn man, and even vaguely knows his identity as the descendant of Tianya Pavilion, he only regards this Mr. Yi as the first-class idle person in the world, free in the world, likes to collect rare treasures, and has no formality to play all day long.

In fact, Mr. Yi is the busiest person in Da Kuang. It is enough for others to be busy all their lives, but he will be busy endlessly until the end of his life. Fortunately, the descendants of Tianya Pavilion are best at stealing leisure in their busyness, and they will not be so boring.

Standing in front of the sand table with his hands behind his hands, Mr. Yi stared at the nine sinks in a trance.

Whether it is in the sand table or in the witch temple in the south, it is made by him, and it is divided into nine pieces from the inside to the outside, each of which hides a mystery.

The five sinks near the core were planted by him with five charms of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. The sixth was poisoned by him with weak water. The seventh and eighth were arranged by him to kill two sides. The ninth is the sink closest to the temple gate, and there are three flying snakes. This snake is an alien species in the southern wilderness. He is the natural enemy of all insects.

With the help of these nine sinks, Mr. Yi just escaped to the southern wilderness and trapped him in the witch temple for more than a hundred years.

It's easy to trap the man, but it's difficult to kill him completely. What's more, many years ago, Mr. Yi promised her that he would save his life anyway.

"Your hand is really deep. After taking such a big circle, you finally bypassed me. As she said, your deception is the best in the world."

When the "she" was mentioned, there was a trace of unnaturalness on Mr. Yi's face.

After looking at it for a long time, Mr. Yi shook his head, turned around and walked to the niche seat in front of the hall, and dialed the mechanism. The niche seat turned upside down, and a niche cage appeared, with bronze cards engraved with the word "Tianya", and a thick pile of books were placed in the niche cage. Mr. Yi took out the top volume with the word "Da Kuang", opened it, and stopped at the volume of Kuang Qi Wudi. Emperor Wu of Qi was the last lord of Da Kuang. During his reign, he was a poor soldier. Overseas and Mobei had sent troops to fight against the martial arts of his ancestors, so he was nicknamed Qi Wu. In this volume, only the names of two people are recorded. One is Uncle Da Kuang, who is known as Zhao Invincible, and the other is a little strange. It is neither like a name nor a nickname. If An Bochen and Simajin were lucky enough to witness it, they would be stunned.

"It seems that your story has to continue to be written."

A complex smile appeared on his face, and he was slightly bitter. Mr. Yi picked up the ink stone pen from the edge of the niche, thought for a moment, and wrote a book.

After writing more than 300 words in a row, Mr. Yi just closed the pen, shook the paper, and closed the scroll.

"As early as that year when I sealed you, your body, which claimed to be King Kong's not bad, was dilapidated, and it could still be preserved until now, supporting you to travel out of your mind again and again, setting up one scam after another. It is worthy of being the most invincible genius in Taoyuan Village in a thousand years."

Staring at the sand table, Mr. Yi said to himself.

The man imprisoned in the witch temple is the only genius he has ever seen in his life. His talents are overflowing, and the potential of light theory is even above Lv Fengqi. He created the Huangsorghum dream skill when he was less than 20 years old. It does not belong to the five elements, does not conform to yin and yang, and does not list the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth. Although it is a partial door, once he practices more than four rounds, he can turn his dream into his own use, which is a secret that is not passed on to the Taoyuan royal family. However, people who are too talented often have strange theories that are difficult for others to accept. He opened three rounds before the age of 20, and there is only one line away from the fourth round of heart. His future is boundless, but he suddenly doubts about occultism at this time. The secret art is divided into seven wheels, the undersea wheel, the navel wheel, the sun wheel, the heart wheel, the throat wheel, the eyebrow wheel and the top wheel. This is the practice method inherited by his ancestors, but he denied it.

He believes that there are nine rounds of secret art. In addition to the seven wheels in the human body, there are also time wheels and space wheels. This is not what he casually fabricated, but what he saw with his own eyes when he used the sorghum dream art. He wandered into the ancient heavenly court. He saw the nine rounds corresponding to the nine-character truth on the Chinese watch.

His words made the elders of Taoyuan furious. They scolded him on the spot and forbade him. Unexpectedly, he was young and energetic, he resolutely turned out of Taoyuan. He came to Da Kuang with the longing for the nine-wheel secret art, abandoned his name, and gave himself a new name, which was strange and hidden.

Taoyuan did not disappear, and the nightingale was released day and night to patrol Da Kuang, just to protect the secret. If he can really get through the nine rounds, swim for four hours, and shuttle through the yin and yang, the secret will no longer be kept. The elders of Taoyuan would not worry too much, but he is a rare cultivation genius in the history of Taoyuan, and no one can guarantee anything. Therefore, the Taoyuan elders found another person who guarded this secret, that is, Mr. Yi...

The past is vivid and vivid. I thought there would be no big twists and turns in this period of history. Who would have thought that the old man was still the same? The man who survived and gasped actually stood on the stage again and circled around one circle after another, as if he were the wheel vortex in the Taoyuan secret art, defeating himself.

"Even if I kill you, the loser is still me."

With a self-deprecating smile, Mr. Yi touched his nose and shook his way out.

He is a descendant of Tianya Pavilion. He can only record history, hide outside the court in the city, watch coldly, and do not interfere with everything in the world. However, the descendants of Tianya Pavilion who interfered in the process of history are doomed to a good end. Their stories are clearly recorded in the history books, one by one is more miserable.

However, in order to protect the secret, he hesitated for ten days and ten nights, and finally took action. From then on, it was out of control. Even if he finally set up a trap for the man to die in the Dongshan Witch Temple, in the final analysis, he still lost and lost to the ancestral system inherited by Tianya Pavilion for tens of millions of years.

A hundred years later, he must have become the witch of the Southern Wilderness. He has consumed most of his strength again and again, but he still refused to give up that crazy idea.

And Mr. Yi has already broken the jar. Anyway, the flying dragon drive has been built, and he has no worries. On this trip to the southern wilderness, he has to let him stop anyway.

When he flew out of the Xijiang River and stood on the sway, the sky was already white. Mr. Yi looked at the east and was about to leap over the sea and come out of the morning sun. His heart moved and stopped.

"With him, I may not have to take action. One is the historical heir during the reign of Emperor Qiwu, and the other is the historical heir during the reign of Emperor Wu of Qi. The confrontation between the two is sure to be beautiful.

His usual smile floated on his mouth, a little unruly and a little cynical.

"But An Xiaoyou was almost angry. He was cheated by him in the first game. He had to find some help for him."

With that, Mr. Yi no longer moved south, turned around and walked north slowly.

......

The sun rose from the East China Sea, shining like fire, sprinkled all over the East China Sea, and then came to the whole Da Kuangpu.

He suddenly closed his mouth, and the tip of his teeth cut off the last wisp of the sun. An Bochen stretched out and opened his eyes.

After three or four months of hard practice in the fairy mansion, An Bochen gained very little. It was inevitable that his heart was slightly gloomy, but he calmed down in the next breath. After rubbing his numb arm, An Bochen suddenly felt that there was something missing. His heart tightened, but he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Xiao Anzi, do you still want this?"

Turning his head, An Bochen saw Simajin shaking a beaded chain and smiling sweetly at him.

"Why did you suddenly think of it and give it back to me?"

After taking over the bead chain and wearing it, An Bochen asked casually.

"In case something happens, we can also contact through the bead chain. By the way, innocence is also in it.

Simajin said, walked to An Bochen, picked up the whip and threw it at the Mustang King.

The flying dragon rode up in the wind and flew to Dongshan.

From time to time, he glanced at Sima Jintian's pale side face. Although there was no abnormality last night, An Bochen always felt that something was wrong...