An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

The sun shines through the clouds and falls on the banks of the Yellow River.

The ice that stretches for tens of miles reflects dazzling light in the sun.

The King of Han, who came in a hurry, climbed up the hillside on the side of the pier with the help of his soldiers, crouched on the side away from the ice, and looked at the pier lined with ice sculptures on the far shore.

After just one glance, he couldn't bear to close his eyes.

It's too awful!

He, a battle-hardened general who was used to seeing life and death, couldn't help but turn his head.

Living people were sealed in ice cubes. They still retained their last moments of life. Most of them were tearing at their armor and collars, and some were even raising their hands to wipe sweat. A very hot look. appearance.

Just like the refugees in Yingtian Mansion who freeze to death every winter.

Of course, caring about the refugees does not mean that he, the King of Han, is benevolent. At that time, it was just to cause some trouble for his good brother.

But now, looking at these soldiers frozen to death in the ice, he understood a little bit how his elder brother felt about him at that time.

But he felt sorry for these soldiers. Who could understand him?

As a son, how can I bear it when I watch the enemy who killed my father running around everywhere?

But if we continue to catch up, if a hundred thousand troops cannot resist the evil dragon and are wiped out in one battle, the foundation of the Ming Dynasty will be shaken.

It’s not easy to explain to the elder brother.

King Han wanted to think about what to do next.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, what came into view was the frozen dock and his father who died of blood loss. The two pictures appeared in front of his eyes. For a moment, King Han's face became particularly ugly.

While the King of Han was thinking, the surrounding guards and even the accompanying Taoist officials looked at each other, and then lowered their heads in tacit agreement.

At the same time, across the Yellow River, on the vast Loess Plateau,

As Zhang Ke was riding the white clouds towards the flood control, a sudden blade of light scraped against the white clouds under his feet, and the agitated breath shattered the white clouds under his feet.

Although in the next moment, the white clouds regrouped and lifted Zhang Ke's falling body up again, looking down at the temple standing in the mountains, he thought for a moment and waved away the white clouds and fell down.

The other party should be coming for him. Hiding and ignoring him won't work.

The purpose of this knife was to force him down, and Zhang Ke was also observing during the descent. His spiritual mind did not sense any obvious malice or trap in this simple small temple that only had one entrance.

"Old man is the temple blessing of this Guandi Temple. The master sent word this morning that a water god master will be passing by right now, and he specifically asked me to wait in front of the door."

"Honored God, sir, please come in and have a chat."

In front of the old temple gate, a somewhat hunchbacked old man looked at Zhang Ke coming from the sky and squeezed out a kind smile.

It's just that he has been in the mountains for a long time and lacked contact with the outside world. His smile only affected one side of his face, while the other side still looked sad, half crying and half smiling, which looked a bit weird.

Zhang Ke frowned slightly and glanced at the plaque on the temple door. Although it was worn out, he could still vaguely make out the words "Guandi Temple".

Looking past the old man, Zhang Ke saw the statue of the god sitting on a chair in the main hall, holding a knife and stroking his beard. Looking up, the eyes of the clay sculpture took the initiative to look at Zhang Ke.

A touch of sharp sword aura mixed with the evil aura rushed toward his face.

Zhang Ke stood there and took the hit without hesitation.

Seeing the breath that was automatically washed away by the water vapor on his body as soon as it came in front of him, Zhang Ke breathed a sigh of relief as he tasted the scarce incense in it.

The sword energy just scratched the skin of his feet, and he was really frightened.

But after falling down, I realized that I had thought too much.

A Guan temple built in the wilderness,

Although the god inside is the serious Guan Yu, how much strength does he have when there is a lack of incense?

What's more, the current Guan Yu is not the future Guan Sheng Emperor.

From the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, they have always existed as rural sacrifices. It was not until the Song Dynasty that the gods of Guangfeng were promoted as main sacrifices. The Yuan Dynasty flourished, and it was only in the Ming Dynasty that they were freed from the position of supporting roles and had their own specialties. Sacrifice.

And that was also in the middle and late Ming Dynasty. As for the so-called Guan Sheng Emperor, he had to wait until Dai Qing was born.

Although the current Guan Yu is also a righteous god, to be honest, he is just like that.

Under Zhang Ke's perception, his rank is barely [Level 6], and due to the lack of incense in this temple, there is a question mark as to whether his true combat power can reach [Level 6].

Three swords? It should be strong enough to hit it twice, but it won't break at one touch, which would be too disappointing.

Of course, there is only one Guan Yu Temple in the world, and Zhang Ke only talks highly of this temple. If he encounters a temple that is very popular, he will be cautious in his words and deeds accordingly.

Aware of the secret quarrel between the two.

Lao Miaozhu moved his feet and stepped aside slightly.

But as soon as he moved away, he heard a "bump" behind him. He turned around and found that the incense candle in front of the master's altar had fallen over. He thought about rushing over to help him up, otherwise it would be burned.

There are many temples for masters in the world, but this is where this bad old man settled.

As soon as he turned around, he stopped where he was, with an unpredictable expression on his face full of grooves.

From time to time, he would peek at Zhang Ke.

Surprise, fear, and a kind of secret joy at having been shared.

? ? ?

More than ten meters away, Zhang Ke looked at the old man as if he was changing his face, one color at a time. He knew that this was the person in the temple who was communicating with the temple priest and wanted the old man to be a mouthpiece.

After all, the righteous spirit does not have the upper body, and the upper body is not the righteous spirit.

After breaking away from the ranks of lonely ghosts and becoming a god for serious sacrifices, Guan Yu also had to abide by this.

But Zhang Ke is not a mortal, what can't he say directly?

Well, he just wanted to save time.

There is absolutely no ulterior motive to waste the other person's incense.

After waiting for him a cup of tea, Zhang Ke heard a cold snort, and then the dull-eyed Lao Miao Zhu suddenly woke up.

As soon as he came to his senses, he saw the handsome man opposite him suddenly taking out a black spine?

He raised his hand and his spine swelled.

His face suddenly changed, and he didn't dare to wait for the real man to drop his hand. He hurriedly ran out of the temple door and knelt on the ground with a thud: "Master, you can't hit it! Master, you absolutely can't hit it!"

"Listen to this villain, if you continue to fight, it won't take more than a month. You have to leave immediately!"

With one sentence, Zhang Ke was stunned.

He looked at the temple minister kneeling on the ground, then at the motionless clay sculpture in the main hall, looked back and forth for a while, and then slowly put down the demon bone in his hand.

Lie down on the ground,

Looking at the bones appearing in his sight, Miao Zhu breathed a sigh of relief.

Almost, almost, the old man would have no home to live in.

Fortunately, at such an old age, his brain is still as fast as ever, and this person is not really unscrupulous. As long as there is a flaw, it can be discussed.