Cheng Zhiyuan can think of many things from subtle things, which is one of his advantages.

Only those who are meticulous can travel around the world. Being a qualified lobbyist, Cheng Zhiyuan can fool so many people, and it is not up to the point of performance. Only by being confident can he be as stable as an old dog when encountering problems.

Moreover, it is absolutely not difficult to connect this matter.

As soon as the dream butterfly summoned it, it connected everything.

"I killed an ancient god... no, to be precise, it should be a mountain god."

The previous warnings of the God of the Insect also echoed in his ears.

All living beings in the dream are like ephemerals, like passers-by, living and dying day and night.

Cheng Zhiyuan felt that he seemed to have touched some ancient taboos, so he withdrew his hand and remained silent for a long time.

The God of Insect also said that in the illusion of the hundred bones, no illusion is worth fearing, but the wilderness of Juntian cannot be seen. If you see it, you must escape immediately.

Many unknown things happened in Xiji and Juntian. Where is the wilderness of Juntian? Even if you are as smart as Duke Zhuang of Zheng, you have not found it. As for the Western Jihua people, this guy who seems to have become a legend still appears from time to time.

Among all points in history.

It was like a silver needle piercing through the thread...

Weaving silkworm clothes!

Cheng Zhiyuan felt creepy!

Why did the pure gods in the Shanhai Age burst out with a monstrous demonic aura?

Where did the demon god come from?

There is no doubt about it!

"How could this be the case... No wonder there was no legend of gods after the Xia Dynasty. What are the rest are strange things... Demon gods... under the world?!"

The gods fell and were sealed in the dragon abyss!

But the character of the Holy Emperor Qi is not like the kind of emperor who can do such crazy things...

Cheng Zhiyuan was shocked by his unbelievable reasoning. After a long time, Cheng Zhiyuan sighed in a gaze that was unclear.

"The ancient secrets that do not have much meaning. This truth, even if you know it, is not worthy of writing it in textbooks. It has no positive effect except to aggravate the fear in the hearts of sentient beings."

Yan Ruyu looked at Cheng Zhiyuan, but she wanted to speak but stopped. She really didn't know what Cheng Zhiyuan was saying.

“No need to explore.”

Cheng Zhiyuan shook his head and Yan Ruyu said, "It's okay, since you don't want to say it, I won't dig into the bottom line."

She said: "Because you don't think it's important, it must be because this matter has a tiny impact on the present."

She is still smart.

Cheng Zhiyuan: "At least it seems like this now. To be honest, over the years, maybe Zhongni and others have figured out these things long ago."

This is in Cheng Zhiyuan's reasonable speculation, because he remembered that Long Su said that Zhongni had studied those mulberry trees before, especially the one from Dongji.

This shows that Confucius must have seen it, at least he could see the lost mountains and seas.

But this actually strengthened his idea of ​​restoring rituals and music. Why is this?

There are many things to speculate now.

"The rituals collapsed and the music was broken... Will something come out below... or is it related to the change of destiny?"

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In the new school, Xunzi stood in a hall where construction had been completed. In front of him, the handsome young gentleman was working hard to open up several pairs of calves.

Xunzi was silent, watching the young man's movements. This was the third calves, with intermittent portraits composed of unknown words.

Those are people in the pylorus and ghost heroes.

"Du Bo, Gao Yue, Hunliangfu."

These are three people, among which Gao Yue's incarnation had fought with Cheng Zhiyuan and was killed by him.

The young gentleman opened the fourth Jian calf, and still used a picture composed of oracle bone inscriptions.

"Prince Shensheng."

Xunzi nodded when he saw this picture, but was not surprised, because Prince Shensheng also had a legend of returning to the world to cause chaos, but compared to Du Bo, he had less resentment and could even go to the chariot with the Jin State doctor.

Bragging.

"Can you betray your companion? Can my little knowledge make you fall in love with?"

Xunzi looked at the young gentleman: "Yu Shuang, you should be able to say it now, you seem to have made the final decision."

"I have no turning back when I open the bow. Since I know it, I will know it omniscient."

The young gentleman held the disciple's greetings.

"Please forgive me, the disciples dare not hide it."

"Because I don't want to be the king of destiny, I need knowledge from the world, it's that simple."

"The closer I get to the earth, the farther I am from the underworld, the less I have to do with the new King of Dodge. As long as I don't go back, Dodge will not appear."

"Just like Mi Bazi, this is what I found, the way to get rid of the curse of the Yellow Springs."

Xunzi: "How come the king is always below, how come the sayings of new and old?"

Yu Shuang: "Any ghost hero has the possibility of becoming a destiny, just as any immortal could become a Nanhua."

He raised his head and looked directly at Xunzi: "Teacher, you must remember someone named [Zhuang Sheng]!"

Xunzi was silent, silent.

Yu Shuang suddenly smiled: "Who is he? Why are there dream butterflies around the immortal? Zhuang Sheng is Nanhua, but he does not exist in this world."

"Huizi and Nanhua were close friends, but after Nanhua became Nanhua, no one in the world remembered Zhuang Sheng."

"Zhuangsheng dreams of a butterfly, Nanhua is coming out, and the immortal turns into a butterfly..."

"No one remembers Zhuang Sheng..."

"But the teacher must remember."

Xunzi's eyes flashed and he suddenly laughed.

"You know, so be sure?"

Yu Shuang said: "The sects have mastered the Tao and the truth and are not affected by elimination, because in the eyes of the sects, the way of heaven is the way of heaven, the Nanhua is the Nanhua, and Zhuangsheng is Zhuangsheng. The three are both one, but they are independent of each other and do not interfere with each other.

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"It's not like me, I only know Nanhua."

Xunzi smiled and shook his head again.

Yu Shuang held a ritual again: "There must be a struggle for Tao when the green fire comes to the world, but this is just the beginning! I call it the first event."

"According to calculations, there is a second incident, namely the 'Balance Sutra'... Let the disciple make a statement later."

"The unpredictable time, Tianwu, the second day of the ghost gate is open, and the targeting is not just Shinto."

"They originally wanted to use Huang Liang's ability to follow the Baishen Fantasy Realm to learn the world, but now they should have failed. The ghost hero's plan has been postponed indefinitely, so they can only use preparatory plans."

"This plan is very troublesome and restricted, but it is much better than Gao Yue's possession."

Yu Shuang's expression showed an extremely rare anger.

"Du Bo, Gao Yue, Hunliangfu, Prince Shensheng! This is the pyloric disciple who will come to the world next time! I use this as an exchange... I hope that the teacher can give me Zhuang Sheng's notes."

Xunzi: "Immortals have curses of the immortal way, and ghosts have curses of the ghost way, but from ancient times to the present, many people believe that there are secrets hidden in the classics of their predecessors."

"You are not the first pyloric disciple to come to me."

Yu Shuang's face suddenly changed.
Chapter completed!