Chapter 680

The town is especially quiet at night. There is no entertainment place in the small place. Even if there is, it is still a curfew period. Except for the watchman and a small number of people, they are not allowed to wander around after nightfall.

All of them go home early, eat, sleep and beat the children.

Only in this courtyard did it add a bit of excitement.

Several young scholars were drinking and chanting poems, and discussing the strange policies of the imperial court.

"The emperor of Sui Guan was so fatuous that he actually liberated the religious orders and made those Taoists and monks grow stronger. This was a mistake for the country."

"Yes, yes, for three years, the people have been living in poverty, and all kinds of chaos have been happening."

"The officials of the imperial court didn't stop it. Instead, the emperor suiguan made mischief."

"As an official, he has done nothing, his children are willful and reckless, and his Taoism and Buddhism are doing wrong."

"If one day we set foot on the Jinluan hall, we must speak out and admonish the princes!"

Several scholars were drunk and said all kinds of nonsense.

People are like this, always think that others are stupid, with one-sided cognition to despise other people's behavior.

All of a sudden, a few of his body, just like a cold wind, could not move.

Sobbing can't say a complete word, completely without the appearance of the previous high-level talk.

It was not until they felt a warm feeling in their crotch that they realized their body regained control and rushed out of the yard shouting ghost.

It's estimated that before long, they will be caught by the night watchman.

Zhu Ping, dressed in white clothes and with long white hair, appeared in the courtyard, and finally scared these scholars away.

Wait a minute. If there is no accident, a Book of mythological martial arts will be born here.

Judging from the situation in which he just released his breath to suppress them.

If those scholars don't leave soon, they will not be able to bear the breath from the birth of mythological martial arts.

"It seems that Confucianism is not easy." Zhu Ping shook his head. Although the essence of the three religions is derived from mythical martial arts, with the development to the present, martial arts is not the whole of the three religions.

In particular, Confucianism, like Zhong Ding ware learning classics, needs to be thoroughly studied in order to gain strength from it. In recent years, there have been more scholars who have studied the Confucian classics by rote, without seeking a better understanding, but they think they are right.

At first, Confucianism could suppress such false Confucianists, but when the stall was opened, more and more such people were found.

Without paying attention to the scholars who ran out, Zhu Ping swept away the wine and vegetables on the stone table in the courtyard, and then looked at the stone table.

A simple chessboard was carved on it. With a little slap on it, cracks appeared. The whole stone table collapsed, and one of the things in it fell to the ground with the gravel.

It's only the size of a finger. It's full of ellipses. It looks like a cocoon, but the silk thread of this cocoon is black, and there are some small gaps in it.

It seems that the cocoon can be crushed as soon as it is pinched. It is not like the carrier of mythological martial arts.

But Zhu Ping didn't dare to touch it directly. He could be careful as much as he could.

In the dark, Zhu Ping felt the weak and tough life wave in the cocoon.

As if breathing in general, a breath, weak, but also attracted the attention of all people.

Zhu Ping felt something strange happened to his body. When he raised his hand, he found that his palm had abnormal changes. Some black exoskeletons like beetles appeared outside his skin.

The scene in front of him is also rapidly segmented. The picture in front of him is rapidly reduced to hundreds, just like hundreds of pairs of eyes. When Zhu Ping blinks his eyes and opens again, the picture in front of him becomes more and more.

The picture in front of him turned into a small black spot, and then copied tens of thousands of copies, which were no longer in Zhu Ping's view.

This unique visual sense makes Zhu Ping feel dizzy at the first time.

The fluctuation in the cocoon continued, and so did Zhu Ping's mutation. He felt his throat itch. After a fit of coughing, he actually vomited out a lot of mucus.

The hand touched the mucus and pulled out a large number of long filaments.

"I'm becoming a bug?"

As soon as this idea came out, Zhu Ping felt that he was itching all over his body, especially at the back of his shoulder blade, which was even more intolerable.

A handful of hands, a large piece of skin was rubbed down, the original muscles seem to rot in general, a button of the fingers, you can buckle a lot of mud like muscles.

Then Zhu Ping found that his body was like a candle beside the stove, completely melted into a pool of juice.

"Am I dead?" With his complete melting, Zhu Ping had this idea. A fear spread throughout Zhu Ping's mind, but then the knowledge from Shiyuan Jiusheng made him sober up and get rid of the fear of death.With a slight cough, Zhu Ping wiped his eyes. The unique vision was finally removed. He was still standing in front of the broken stone table, and the black cocoon was still lying there quietly.

* a mythological martial art called "the insect is shaped into life" is in Zhu Ping's mind.

Zhu Ping wiped the sweat on his forehead. He felt that he had been exposed to many mythical martial arts and had a good understanding of the dangers of mythological martial arts. However, he did not expect to underestimate the horror of mythological martial arts.

In the previous incident, if he really thought that he had become an insect and died in a pool of pus, then he would have become a pool of pus and died.

As for whether the previous changes were true or false, even Zhu Ping himself did not know.

After pulling a silk scarf, he carefully wrapped up the cocoon and put it into a small box. Zhu Ping then chose to leave here. He knew where the mythical martial arts should be placed.

Of course, before going there, he still needs to find a practitioner for this mythical martial arts.

* * the worm's life and death record that human body is weak like insects. If we want to change this essence, we must change ourselves step by step and carry out the process of forming life, namely, understanding the life form and transforming the life form.

"For some people, this mythical martial arts should be a well deserved magic skill. It completely abandons human identity, violates the natural law of the body, and is a blasphemy of life." Zhu Ping thought.

Therefore, it is not easy to find a suitable practitioner.

At the same time, Zhu Ping understood the mythological martial arts and went to the next place where there were mythological martial arts.

When he passed a city, he was blocked. It was not that he was found, but that there was a riot in the city.

"Get out of Tai'an City. This is our city. You devils, don't try to get close to the city."

"Thanks to the lotus Buddha in the future who is merciful and saves the suffering, otherwise we will be blinded by this damned evil dynasty all the time."

"After a while, we will offer incense and go. When the lotus comes to the world in the future, all these evil spirits will die completely."

When Zhu Ping walked into the city of Tai'an, he found that every household was pasted with yellow paper, which was not a curse, but the name of the former virtuous Prince and now the emperor of suiguan, as well as a large number of curse words.

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