Chapter 349

Ling Yun took out the evil spirit from the chest of a Bajing demon clan, and casually wiped the blood from the sword on his sleeve robe. Looking around, where he went, the blood flowed into a river. Ling Yun raised his mouth slightly and said softly, "you can try again to impact my mind, whether you can take the initiative."

The killing intention in his eyes disappears suddenly, and Ling Yun spits out a foul breath. Everyone will face his own demons in different ways. He doesn't know whether his choice is right or wrong, let alone unconventional. He is different from others. He knows what his demons are and how he should do it. He needs to think about it carefully.

As for the true nirvana, we should do it slowly at that time.

Ling Yun looks far away. In the wild world, he doesn't need to deliberately suppress his own nature, and he doesn't need to think so much about it. He kills with a sword in his hand to get rid of the demons. The long sword returns to its sheath, and he has a pair of fists to teach all living beings to submit. Martial arts practitioners in the world can see it like the sun hanging high and dare not look directly at it.

very influential!

Ling Yun has a lot of ideas. He is not in a hurry to go back to Zhenbei city. Compared with Zhao song's hatred, he thinks that if he has that ability, he should make more efforts here. It's not that he doesn't hate those who design him, or that he doesn't hate some people in the Kyushu world. He can consider such things as giving up the small and taking the big. He hides his identity here, Supporting Xiaoyao, or being a counselor, is to add obstacles to the wild world and disrupt their plans. Even if it's just a little bit small, Ling Yun thinks it's within his power and should be done.

What he can do, he can't be stingy. At least he likes Zhenbei city more than his hometown. But he doesn't want to see Jianxiu and Wufu die in battle in Zhenbei City, and it's not like seeing the life of his hometown destroyed.

Life between heaven and earth, have the heart and ability, should do some things.

He ransacked Neidan from the big demon, and then returned to himself. In a small demon tribe, he changed his face. As for the seven women who followed him, of course, some changed their identities, and some kept the appearance of the human race, which had little influence on Ling Yun.

Ling Yun, a small demon tribe, didn't know what kind of demon he was. He couldn't see his real body, and he didn't know what kind of demon he was. What's more, the identity he gave was actually the demon tribe chased and killed by the enemy. He was only tired of the fight between life and death. Of course, he had to escape from Kyushu. Only in this way can he sow seeds in the wild world.

His knowledge is not big, but he can always teach some of the truth in the front line.

This demon tribe is always a kind old man. Compared with those evil spirits, this old man is a living Bodhisattva.

Seeing that Ling Yun had brought back a lot of meat, the old man said softly, "killing too much, it's unreasonable. The food you brought back can live for several winters."

Ling yunnao scratched his head and said gently, "I don't know what I can do, so I can only do these things."

The old man took Ling Yun and sat down with a gentle voice. "Everything in the world has its own truth. It is important to maintain a balance. If you break this balance, both the broken and the broken will suffer from extinction."

"Since you've been in Kyushu, you can teach the children and teenagers in the tribe. It doesn't matter how much. Hunting can also be taught," the old man patted Ling Yun on the shoulder and said with a smile. "I met a scholar more than 20 years ago. Later, I heard that he was a scholar who had a lot to learn. The tribe is like this now, thanks to his help, otherwise we will migrate all the year round, Where there will be time to rest and multiply. "

"You know more than you've walked. It's better to teach them. It's better than going hunting all day long," the old man said, looking into Ling Yun's eyes. "What do you think?"

"Where can I understand the truth? If I hide in Kyushu, I will know some Kyushu dialects. I won't know anything else." Ling Yun said with a silly smile.

The old man nodded slightly and said nothing more. He stood up and said, "when I was young, I had the honor to travel around Kyushu. The scenery and people there are good. After many years, I still miss it, but I'm afraid I can't have the chance to visit Kyushu again."

Ling Yun said: "as long as my wild army breaks down Zhenbei City, it will be able to drive straight in. At that time, it will not be too late to go to Kyushu."

"To visit a scenery is to invade other people's homes as a guest. No matter how good the scenery is, it's a pity that you won't be liked. This means that you may know later, but you'd better not know," the old man took Ling Yun's hand and walked out. "How long have you been back in the wild world?"

"It's been half a year," Ling Yun frowned to himself. It seems that the old man, who is not good-looking and more powerful, has found something. It's just a certain feeling, "in fact, he's not familiar with it."

The old man did not care about these things, but asked a trivial matter, "how old are you this year?"

Ling Yun is more vigilant. Naturally, the calculation of the age of the demon clan is different from that of the human race, because there is a huge difference between the two worlds. Moreover, the demon clan is powerful in both physique and longevity. Therefore, if we want to calculate according to the age of the wild world, Ling Yun is just a young man now.

Of course, this is not the point, but the point is time. He talks too much, unlike the young demon clan, but too little, which is not in line with the lie he made up before.

"Forget it, too? Need to think so long? " The old man said with a surprised smile.

Ling Yun shook his head. "Do I look a lot older?"

He said while squatting, "so those girls look at my bitter hatred, I'm afraid I'm too ugly."

The old man rubbed Ling Yun's head. Of course, the reason why his tribe is proud of surviving is because he is here and can live better is because the young man helps. The demon clan also needs enlightenment. As for fighting for the God's throne in the sky, why?

"You're a poor girl and you have a beautiful heart. A good girl can see your heart at a glance." The old man said gently.

Ling Yun was lying on his back with his hands on the back of his head and said in a light voice: "it seems that you are a talk of experience?" He rubbed his face and said, "I'm so young, there are still many opportunities."

"It's not easy to save these Terran women from those big demons, is it?"

"All my belongings have been emptied," Ling Yun yawned. "I have to be chased. I'd better take them away in a few days, so as not to bring you any disaster."

"People with a good heart will always have a good return."

"It's hard for me to see anything good in Kyushu." Ling Yun said in a low voice.

The old man turned around and left slowly. Ling Yun looked at the sky of the wild world. He broke through the wild world, and actually plundered the good fortune of the wild world. Maybe this would lead to the loss of one or two of the original 100 talents in the wild world.

As for returning to Kyushu, it doesn't matter. Ling Yun doesn't care.

……

In the mountains of the Sui Dynasty, which was defeated by Zhao song in Nanye, Xue AI Hou looked at the five corpses in front of him coldly. A few days ago, he had been informed that Zhao song had been attacked by a group of people, and the lack of troops was certain. But this time, it was not the Sui Dynasty that was in trouble, but the small country that had been paying tribute to Zhao song, "so did you escape?"

"Huihou ye, it's too late for us to go, plus..." the scoundrel didn't dare to say any more.

"In addition, there is a rumor that the whole world is gathering together to attack the Song Dynasty, so it is not suitable to make enemies again?" Xue AI Hou sneered, "although Ling Yun and I don't deal with each other very well, there is a consensus on some things. The dispute between the two countries is never about military strength, money, or even the happiness and suffering of the people. It's about one breath."

"Twenty years ago, why did king Ling have so many supporters?" Xueai Hou also participated in that event, but he was just a prodigal son with a good sister at that time, and also a cage for Zhao Gou to control the soldiers under Lingyun's command. However, this did not prevent Xueai Hou from admiring Lingwang from the bottom of his heart. The situation of Zhaosong in that year was not much different from that of today, and it was also the world that Lingwang fought down. "It's better to die than to be a subjugated slave."

"What we do is to protect Zhao song's hard spirit. If it's gone, it's a reason why you can't put it in with your mother-in-law," Xue AI Hou spat. "I've enjoyed enough. Brothers, you also have veterans who were following Ling Wang at the beginning. Today, I just want to ask you, do you dare to die?"

"Why not?" A veteran came out and said indifferently.

"When I followed King Ling and fought in the north and south, I didn't get this kind of bird spirit. Since the Marquis admired him, our brothers just went to hell with him. I'm afraid he'll be scared to pee his pants at that time!"

Snow mist Hou looked up at the sky and laughed. He looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "those who offend me in Zhao and Song Dynasties, there is no amnesty for killing!"

He took the lead in the charge. Although he was only a small country, he also had more than ten cities, which could be regarded as the result of destroying the country. If he died, he would go underground to pay his debts. After all, he was sorry for the God of Zhao song army.

……

Chen Diao temple has already left the capital of Zhao and Song Dynasties, and is personally in charge of the northern border of Zhao and Song dynasties. All kinds of intelligence have come into his hands. No matter how talented they are, the only thing they lack is time. It's too short.

Fang Chao is quite quiet. He can guarantee that nothing will happen this time. Now he is dealing with Hehuan mountain. Fang Chao will naturally supervise these things himself. However, there is only a drop in the bucket. If there is not enough time, even the gods and immortals can not turn the whole situation around. They can only minimize the losses.

Chen Diao Temple transcribed the information in all directions one by one. Behind him was a huge white wall. At this time, it was full of secret and troublesome names, forces, and lines of different colors. This was the only thing he could do now. There were many and miscellaneous information. Although he could deal with it for a while, it was not a long-term solution, Because he might make mistakes, too.

The rest of his life is in the hands of Chen Diao temple, and Zhao Yu goes to battle in his armor. For the rest of his life and "Lingyun", he is very relieved. He doesn't know about the separation of the two before, but he just has a weak heart.

Zhao Yu put the brocade bag in his wife's hand. "Although I practice, I don't admire the way of longevity. If I don't come back, you can go to Zhenbei city to see for me the most magnificent and the best city in the world."

"If I can go back, I don't have to wait. I'll come to find your mother and son."

Zhao Yu never looked back.

Chen Diao Temple rarely has a little rest time. Looking at Fang Chao from afar, he said, "I think you must be buried in the intelligence pile now. If you don't come here to have a look, I'm afraid you'll die of fatigue."

"Who do you despise?" Chen Diao Temple pinched Fang Chao's neck. "You just came here. Did you hook up with a girl on the way?"

Fang Chao clapped Chen Diao temple's hand and stood in front of the huge white wall. He said, "good guy, big hand, Qin did his best to attack Song Dynasty and carve up the territory of Qi transportation. Tut tut Tut, it's very strong."

"Say something useful?" Chen Diao temple takes out a cigarette and gives it to Fang Chao. Fang Chao turns his eyes. He has indeed received something called "Sunglasses" made by Chen Diao temple. It's black with black paint. He doesn't adapt to it. He has more cigarettes in his hand. Anyway, it's for Hehuan mountain. It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad.

Fang Chao refused the tobacco from Chen Diao temple, and said slowly: "nothing is useful, nothing is useless, half of the state's strength, can't resist, now only the worst way."

"After all, it's relying on others to disturb the previous calm. It's a helpless move. It's not a strategy."

"It's better to live hard than not."

"First?"

"It's hard to find out."

Chen Diao Temple rubbed his eyebrows, thinking that Ling Yun was more relaxed?

In the wild world, if you are free to fight and kill demons and demons, how many people are there

"I found something interesting, but it's not too messy."

"A good thing is a good thing, but my younger martial brother will be sad."

"That's not bad."

Chen Diao Temple sighs and looks at Fang Chao. Fang Chao shrugs and squats aside to sort out the information, so that Chen Diao temple will not be too busy.

The two of them just take a glance, annotate it immediately, and then throw it out. They will classify it into various main channels and distribute it. It will be delivered to the destination in half a day at the latest, and it will be only a quarter of an hour closer.

Chen Diao Temple commented and said, "what's interesting?"

"What people like to talk about most in the world is the romantic style of a hero, the romantic style, and the appearance of men and women," Fang Chao said with a smile. "Naturally, there are all three."

"Good thing, I don't know if I have a chance to see it." Chen Diao temple said.

"I've heard something in Zhenbei city. Lingyun hasn't heard from him for more than a year. My husband said that the situation there is not good."

Chen Diao Temple stopped writing, Fang Chao also stopped writing, and then they picked it up again, with their own worries.