Copper Coins

With a force between Xuan Mian's fingers, Warlock Songyun's eyes rolled straight and he fainted.

He threw his head down on Black Rock Beach with his backhand, and lifted his sleeves. The waves were violent, the wind blade violently hit the circular array, and a loud loud noise was emitted, and the invisible cover above the circular array covering the wind and rain immediately splashed with golden light.

Xuan Merci used so much strength that even the hard peaked stones that were slightly rubbed into pieces were suddenly broken into powder, so the invisible cover slowly appeared several silk-like golden cracks under this heavy blow.

The crack spread rapidly, and the cover was about to explode, but was restrained by another force at that moment.

I saw that the chanting in the mouth of the Chinese teacher sitting on the black rocky beach paused a little, the palms of He Shi turned over, pushed one palm in the direction of the circular array, and then suddenly recovered.

In the gap where his scriptures stopped, the blood spot that was creeping from the neck to the chin stopped, and he continued to hide under the mask until he resumed the chanting. This process was extremely fast, but even faster, the continuous smashing wind on the cover immediately turned around and headed for the Master.

when--

A golden bell jar appeared around the body of an undressed and unrestricted Chinese teacher, and the oncoming wind bounced back.

The huge force was pushed straight to the waves, and the huge wave that originally came from was bumped into a direct change of direction. With the momentum of rushing horses, it rushed to the far side of the river.

Xuan Mian drew a copper coin, then raised his hand and dragged it. The force of the raging waves was all added to his one-handed moment, the huge drag force almost tore the entire arm off, and it was painful.

Xuan Mian's complexion remained unchanged, and he only tightened his fingers firmly and dragged his back. He rushed back to the other side of the mighty waves rushing across the shore. At the same time, his strength on the other side was only increasing, one after another, howling winds hit the circular array, and the air flow blasted several stone peaks all around and broke into pieces. .

As the attack became heavier and the defense of the circle array gradually became weaker, the bell jar of the National Division also faded, and the wind blade running through it vaguely cut a cut.

However, when the round array was really close to its foundation, Jiang Songshan at the back was uneasy with hundreds of miles of endless mountains. It seemed that this small round array was also tied to a larger formation. Start moving all over.

Xuan Mian's brows frowned, and the violent wind brought by the hatchback confrontation drove his monk's robes to fly, but the external waves and heavy rain never fell on this black rocky beach.

His copper-coated fingers were about to sting again, but the Chinese teacher in the bell jar suddenly stopped the scriptures and opened his mouth lightly: "I don't want to try any more. This blood line involves the mountains and rivers. Going down, the dead bones under this mountain and river will be wasted. "

When the mountains were moving the moment before, Xuan Mian saw a thin thread hidden in the shadow of the mountain, just like the "spider silk" from three sides that he saw in Lianjiang Mountain at first. Just glancing at the direction of the filament, Xuan Mercy understood--

Rivers and mountains are buried.

The huge game that runs through the mountains and rivers behind him is really buried in the mountains and rivers. The details of this game are still not remembered, but the trend and orientation are impressive. In this way, the large array that crosses the north and the west and runs through the mountains and rivers needs the same spirits as the ordinary small array. There are many spirits in this world, but there are only a few that can suppress such a large array of spirits, no more than two.

Which one of the Chinese divisions chose was clear at a glance.

Xuan Mian's eyes glanced across the mountains, and the most dazzling filament that flashed through the mountains came from the root of this huge formation-the keel.

The teacher's voice didn't fall, and Xuan Merci's fingers were already choked.

Just listening to the sound of a sudden sound, the circular array and the bell jar trembled suddenly, the mask covering the Chinese teacher's face cracked in half, and when the puppet fell to the ground, his eyes, which were always squinting, finally opened. Come on.

He and Xuan Mian are both Yunxue monks with similar statures and similar temperaments.

The moment they looked at each other, there was a slight faint in the eyes of the two people sitting at this station, and they quickly gathered back.

In the limited memory of Xuan Mian, he saw the appearance of the "Master" once or twice when he took off his mask only when he was very young. Even in the heavenly courtyard where outsiders are not allowed to enter, he rarely shows his face. As a result, his face impression of this "Master" is always vague.

Nowadays, if we really look closely, the other person looks just like what he remembers.

In the end, the sitting teacher suddenly shook his head very lightly after the slap, taunting with a mockery.

Xuan Mian's impression of him was vague, but he was not. After all, he originally recovered Xuan Mian and raised him from a child.

At least Xuan's appearance in his childhood and adolescence, he remembered it clearly, and even in the years when Xuan's replaced him as the teacher, he also saw Xuan's appearance.

The name "Same Lamp" has been passed on to four people today, or three people. The so-called National Teacher has been changing, and these people are not exactly the same, but they are slightly affected by the Rune and the elixir in their childhood, and their appearances are slightly similar.

Most of the time, the National Teacher is covered with masks, so that only a few people can see the true content, and today I saw it. It is many years after the next good-bye, and it is only common for outsiders to change slightly. What's more, few people dare to stare at the face of the state teacher unabashedly. Most of the time, even with a mask, those people are slightly daring to look directly.

In addition, the life habits and temperament of the past teachers are so close that it is difficult for ordinary people to detect the difference.

The only thing they need to pay attention to is the transition period between the two teachers. Because at that time, the former National Teacher had been more than a few years old, and the next one was in his prime. Therefore, when others are middle-aged and show them to others, they begin to modify them with rubber wax and □□. At that time, Xuan Mian also had a touch of youthfulness between the looks, and it was also necessary to use these methods to minimize the difference between the two national divisions.

At first, it was the mercy of the young man who respected the teachings and moved himself closer to him. Later, when Xuan Mian became the dominant player, this tendency changed direction, and he became every effort to make himself similar to Xuan Mian.

Later, too many things happened between them, so that they couldn't take off the mask again. Now, when the four eyes are facing each other, they suddenly find that they are a little strange to the other person's true appearance, which is really ridiculous ...

Hyun Mercy's eyes finally moved quietly and indifferently, and fell on the terrible blood spots of the chin of the division. This was a symptom of incorporating the merits of one hundred people into his own body, as long as these blood spots were finally in the palace of life. Converging to a point, this time it becomes. And this time is closely related to the Jiangshan buried bone array, this array is accomplished, I am afraid that Jiangshan buried bone can not be changed.

Previously, when the teacher stopped chanting, these blood spots would stop moving. At this time, the blood spots were on the face. These blood spots seemed to be alive. Even if the teacher did not continue to chant, they still moved upward slowly. With.

Xuan Merci immediately shot a monk's robe, and the teacher no longer waited for the death, and took the golden bell on the hood, and jumped up!

At the moment of the fight, the round array was shaken, and the huge waves raged, rushing towards Jiang Songshan, covering the entire Black Rock Beach under it.

For a time, the ground shook and the river trembled.

However, Xuan Merci did not prevail for a while, and his copper coins were still unsolved, and for some reason, during the recruiting, he and the teacher had a strange sense of involvement, not like the mentality of Xue Xian. , But no matter what moves fall on the other side, the effectiveness always seems to be reduced.

What's more, in the fight, he still had to restrain other places at all times, so as not to capsize the river and flood the sky.

Of course, the National Teacher couldn't help him. So much so that the two sides struggled against each other, but they were always indifferent.

The copper coins in Xuan's hands became hotter and hotter. It seems that one more trick will completely melt the general.

The blood spot of the state teacher has already passed, and is moving towards the eyes. No matter how outstanding his appearance was, he couldn't resist the trace of such evil spirits. His entire face looked strange and terrible.

Xuan Mian always paid attention to the blood spot in the match. He found that the blood spots were moving faster and faster. Once he reached the first half of his face, it seemed as if he had reached a certain point and passed quickly. bone.

Then eyes.

Then the brow bone.

The copper coin in Xuan's hands suddenly trembled, and the last prohibition was released when the moment was about to erupt. The old leather shell fell to the ground, and the oily copper skin was completely revealed ...

Overwhelming memories of tide flooded.

He returned to childhood in his memory and still copied the scriptures in front of the church. The short table was specially prepared for him, which fits his size. He stood, writing with one hand, and with a good posture. He would not be too young next year, but he seemed to have done such things a thousand times.

At that time, copying the scriptures was not to make him familiar with the scriptures, nor was it to be calm and calm, after all, he had been a cold-hearted temperament since childhood. He copied the script only to practice handwriting, so that his handwriting resembled that of the handwritten copy.

But weirdly, even if he didn't practice, his writing was very similar to that of the copied scriptures.

After copying a page, he thought of these weird things, raised his eyes and looked at the Chinese teacher aside, and asked, "Master, who copied this scripture?"

The teacher condensed his copper coins, glanced at him. The look in the corner of the room was not bright, so Xuan Merci could not understand the meaning. He waited for a while before he heard the teacher calmly said, "Same lamp."

Xuanyi Yiyi: "Same lamp?"

The teacher said "Um", still thinking about copper coins.

The light of oil yellow flashed past him, full of aura.

Xuan Mian was puzzled: "Master copied it?"

"I have said so many times, I must call my master." The teacher replied without raising his head, and then he paused and answered, "This book was copied by the previous fellow."

"Last one?"

"The position of the National Teacher is actually passed down from generation to generation, but he is all one person to the outside world. The law number is naturally unchanged. They are all the same lamp. I am the third person." Later, you are the same. "

When he said this, his expression was also hidden in the shadow of the corner of the room, which seemed a little dark.

Xuan Merci was a little hesitant. Although he was not hot, after all, he was not very young, so he was still a little curious: "Then ... what was the original law number?"

He originally wanted to call the master a master inertially, but remembered the previous words and left out the title.

The teacher said indifferently: "Zu Hong, maybe it is by the side, forget it."

...

He also remembered the first self-proclaimed same lamp, when he turned nineteen, with a hint of youthfulness in his face. He put human skin, face, and face on his cheeks carefully, put on a mask of animal print, and led the Hao Hao line to Taishan.

Since then, he has shown more and more times as a national teacher, because Zu Hong started to feel a bit weak, and his age has also reached.

He saw in his mixed memories that he completely took over the piecemeal affairs of Taichang Temple. He had a sense of old dreams. If Zu Hong had not changed the hexagram, he would have been like this until the end of his life.

Although Zu Hongguo had always been reluctant to call him a master, when Xuan Merci missed Master ’s grace at that time, when Xu Hong had not returned, and he wanted to participate in the affairs of Tai Chang Temple again, Xuan Merci did not stop.

After all, he was not attached to the position of a state teacher, and he preferred to live alone in the mountains rather than in the circle and temples.

So after he had been in charge of Taichang Temple for more than ten years, he simply re-assigned Tianjiyuan to Zu Hong, and he moved to Shanzhu Bamboo House. Because he was born with Buddha bones, and his spiritual resources were stronger than Zu Hong, there were some things that Zu Hong still needed him to help.

Therefore, even though he lived alone in the mountains, he remained in touch with Taichang Temple ... until Zu Hong entrusted him to calculate the true dragon robbery period.

"Why calculate the robbery period?" Xuan Merci was then entrusted to return to Tianjiyuan, standing on the top of Wangxing Building, and frowned.

Zu Hong, who was standing at the round table, changed his dress so as not to be confused with Xuan Mian. He heard that he just calmly said: "There may be a catastrophe three years after the last few days. As a result of the catastrophe, it is also necessary to make an early preparation for the calamity period so as not to suffer the people. "

Xuan Mian felt strange for a moment.

When he lived alone in Zhulou, he noticed something vaguely, but he didn't have the proof. In addition, Zu Hong's words did not sound flawless, so after a little groaning, he should answer.

But later, when he learned that the real dragon was cramped alive on the day of the robbery, the huge differences that had been hidden in those years have completely broke out. The ubiquitous rift was consumed, all the clues that made him suspicious were finally strung into truth, and that truth was harder to imagine than what he had estimated, and the souls of those souls held in Zu Hong's hands seemed to condense With a long whip, all the signs of peace were completely cut off.

He was not an indecisive person, so he went straight to Tianjiyuan under the anger, banned Zu Hong's whole body, and dispersed his spiritual power. Who knew that Tongshou Spider was so deeply implicated that he himself was affected by Zu Hong's injury, and this memory was lost.

Before he completely lost his memory, he hurriedly left a note for himself, and imposed a ban on the copper coins he used to avoid falling into the hands of others.

...

All the fragmented and scattered scenes, from childhood to today, have not fallen a little, just to fill in all the missing once, as if the big dream is finally sober.

Xuan Merci was finally clear, but the sight in front of him tightened his eyebrows.

I saw Zu Hong's fingertips shaking Zhao Lei, and dozens of Tianlei went straight down from nine days, but instead of putting him to death, he formed a net on his head and covered it directly. .

Xuan Mian looked Ling Ran, and glanced down.

At this time, Tian Lei could not hide, only to be suppressed by him and had to fall to the ground. In the gap where his memory was disturbed, Zu Hong had waited for the opportunity to circle a rune at his feet.

This is not fatal, but a slap. If Tian Lei is forced into the battle, he will lose his mind and leave it to Zu Hong.

"How could I kill you?" Zu Hong said quietly in the strong wind, "As long as you obey--"

Just as the thunderstorm topped off and the rune cover was about to hit the ground, a long shadow shouted and passed through the turbulent waves, sweeping away the mystery between the two sides in a blink of an eye. Then the long tail flicked.

Zu Hong snapped his voice, and it was worthy of a flash, so he barely avoided the attack.

However, in the next second, hundreds of Xuan Lei smashed down with shocking loud noises.

"Recruiting thunder?" Someone sneered in disdain, coldly: "What a hell!"

When the words fluttered to the ground, Xuan Merci first fell on Jiang Songshan, while another black figure fell on the black rocky beach in a thunderous thunder, splitting the raging waves on the river with a huge force, swept towards Where Zu Hong is.