Huang Lizhiyuan's rules are also one of the rituals of heaven. The stronger the person is, the more ruthless the person is, especially the guys who are taking the world.

The ruthless one here is the saint.

Therefore, according to the changes of the sixty-four hexagrams...

"The saint's actions will reduce his life and his luck will also damage the holy sect's luck. Therefore, even the stupid guy is unlikely to dare to surpass the heavenly rituals and touch Huang Lizhiyuan."

"The token of the emperor makes all living beings envious, but... the price of life and fortune is obviously even more unbearable."

"So, we can only sneak in while Huang Lizhiyuan changes the sky, so as to minimize the losses and maximize part of our strength in it."

"Although the restrictions are very large and the time is short, it's better than not being able to get in."

On the land of the lame deer wilderness, the soil emitted a fragrance. It had just rained heavily here, and the place close to the stream was already rotten.

Hundreds of villages and thousands of households are a wild place. The villages here in Luluye are in a mess, and there are also many different villages at the entrances and alleys.

Deep in the alley, at the dilapidated door of a family, on the threshold in front of the grey stone slab, there was an old man pounding medicine. His clothes were torn and pounding, and listening to the murmurs coming from the threshold behind him.

Voice.

His face became very sad, and his actions of pounding medicine stopped.

"Shili Changting, what are Liao Ling and Liu Lie going to do? If you do something random, you really have to ask someone to punish them."

The middle-aged man in the threshold was holding a stone and rubbing against a sickle. There were countless similar or even larger stones below, but these were all the best whetstones, but he used them to rub the sickle.

The sickle was rusted, and it looked quite old last year, and the wooden handle behind it was a little rotten. When it shook, the sickle's head was trembling, as if it was about to fall down if it was not paid attention.

"Who will be invited to treat me? I'm afraid I will break the rules."

"Why no one is going to treat it? If you don't want to go, then I will go."

"You're going, what should I do if this broken house?"

"If you fall, you will fall down, and you won't be angry with this bird."

The old man pounding medicine suddenly cursed and threw the pestle of the pestle. The man who was sharpening the knife inside stood up and pressed the old man back, laughed and said, "Don't you calm down."

"Where can I go?"

The old man pounded the medicine stared at the man and suddenly said, "You don't do it, I'll go find Le Yi."

"Oh, don't go, why are you looking for him?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, then his face turned around and he hurriedly stopped the old man.

"Why are you looking for him? I'm going to deal with Liao Ling! Is it lawless? Is it necessary to put Shili Changting there to watch shadow puppets? Why not find the saint of the Shadowmen to go to Beichun Mountain in his fire gate tomorrow to sing two songs?

”

"If I put these words here, Zhu Sheng dares to sing, I don't know if he or she dares to listen!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly said, "Of course Liao Ling dared not listen. That cowardly guy would not be scared to death when he saw Zhu Sheng."

The old man who pounded the medicine said, "Then he still deserves Heng Sheng?"

The middle-aged man hurriedly said, "If you can't be treated, you can't be treated, he is a bullshit. He has bullied the younger generation. There is a bullshit fairness."

The old man pounded the medicine and said, "Then I'll go find him."

"My dear brother, please stop!"

The middle-aged man was almost taken to the ditch and immediately rotted in front of the old man who pounded the medicine: "You can't leave. What should I do if the herbs in the world are gone?"

He pointed to the two rows of words that were crooked at the threshold.

"I hope that people in the world are not sick, so why not take medicine to create dust."

"You are a man in the Xinglin who cares about saving the world with a pot, so why bother with the fire-burning two-headed man?"

The old man pounded medicine said angrily: "I'm pounding medicine here, they brag there, saying that the world is peaceful, and then he slapped his backhand and killed a vote. The mental calculations were crackling, so how many times can I treat this shop?

A living person?"

"Didn't your South Gate pay attention to the equality of all beings? It's not bad. The world is the most important thing in the world, actively enter the world, and make Tang's sword and the big red hook sickle. The main purpose is to use me to set peace in the world, and the idea is to sacrifice yourself and forget to die. You and the mother

Why don’t you go now? Just put a sword on Liao Ling’s head!”

The middle-aged man put it on and said aggrievedly: "He has nothing to do..."

The old man pounded the medicine and stared at him.

The middle-aged man immediately smiled: "Give him a sword, he must give him a sword!"

After he finished speaking, the old man pounded the medicine stared at him. After a long time, he suddenly picked up the medicine and hit the middle-aged man on the forehead!

"Didn't you say you gave him a sword? You! You're so fucking a sword! There's also a sickle! Scythe! What are you hiding! Where are you hiding it?"

The ragged yard was in chaos, and the middle-aged man was covered in dust and suddenly said angrily: "Men Qin Yue! Don't be arrogant. After all, I am a saint. What kind of morality is it to hit me with an iron pestle!"

"At the feet of the emperor! Is there any celestial rituals and a kingly law?"

The old man who pounded the medicine was stunned, and said angrily: "You dare to talk back, who said that you will be my apprentice within a hundred days? Do you dare to take on your saint's airs?"

The middle-aged man suddenly became timid: "If you always fight, don't really fight. How many ghosts and monsters will die in the world after this medicine!"

The old man pounded the medicine and stopped immediately. After the sentence was finished, his expression became a little lonely.

"Stop doing it."

"ah?"

The middle-aged man was a little confused and thought to himself, what was this old man doing?

The old man who pounded medicine, the number one saint in the medical school, is also one of the oldest saints in the world. He just sat down, and his whole body was covered with a dusk atmosphere of declining sun and mountains.

He has lived for a long time, about six thousand years.

A saint can live for a thousand years, and the number of this thousand years is also different. A saint who establishes the Tao lives the longest, because all the saints who follow this path follow his way, his rituals, and his joy.

The more people walk, the longer the saint who establishes the Tao will live.

"The world is in chaos, etiquette is about to collapse, and music is about to be broken, and the power of the Emperor Zhou emperor will be dispersed soon. The four great sentient beings in the world, immortals and ghosts, humans and demons...

..”

"There are more and more ghosts and monsters. The monsters change from the hearts of people. When the hearts of people become monsters, my medicine can cure all diseases in the world. My hands can cure all the stubborn diseases in the world, but they cannot cure people's hearts."

"What medicine is crushed? I've poured it!"

The old man stood up, picked up the medicine mortar and walked towards the stream ditch beside the threshold.

The middle-aged man sweats heavily: "No, no! Old sir, you are the best person in the world. This mortar is the life of five million people in the world. If you want to pour it all, the world will be filled with creatures.

Now!"

The old man holding the medicine mortar shook his hand slightly, and finally sighed.

"Studying medicine cannot save everyone in the world. Using these things to prolong their lives is actually not the same as taking poison."

The old man's words were lonely, and the middle-aged man was speechless.

So on the back of a donkey far away in the sky, the Sword Saint crushed the gravel in his hand.

His face was a little narrow and long. If someone who saw the bones would see him, he would definitely say that he had a long-necked bird's beak.

The Sword Saint raised his head with a bad expression, closed the pack of swords on his back, grinned open his mouth, and looked at the meteors falling from the end of the other heavenly realm.

In the Changting Ten Miles, Heng Sheng Liao Ling stretched out his hand and, with the permission of the corpse saint Liu Lie, took advantage of the body of the disciple of the Lu Sect.

There is no idea what transactions are made between saints, but there are certainly benefits worth exchanging.

What is superficial is nothing more than helping me pick up the car. I borrow your disciple's body to get the fire. After all, Fire Sect is more coveted than Lumen, Fenghuo of Youwang.

His palms were covered with calluses, and his eyes were burning with light. His five fingers slowly pressed towards the water surface of the wooden bowl in front of him. So the water in the bowl began to ripples continuously and uninterrupted... ripples.

The mountains and rivers reflected in the mouth of the bowl were instantly shortened.

But at this moment, a drum suddenly rang out.
Chapter completed!