Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

Above the official road, there is a simple tea house.

Not far away, a white-haired old man in brocade clothes strode over.

The night is vast, but the person is like a half-round blood-colored setting sun, and the whole body emits a crimson light.

As soon as they approached, the domineering aura was like a flame, and it suddenly rushed away the merchants who were resting and chatting.

Whoa! crackle!

Dozens of figures sitting in a group, even people with tables and chairs overturned to the ground, and the birds and animals scattered in an instant.

The prestige of the master is like a beast in the mountains, a lake sea dragon.

How can ordinary people resist!

Furthermore, Yang Hong has no intention of restraining.

Between the eyes, it seems like electric light is rolling.

They were so shocked that their legs became weak, and they fled in a hurry.

After a while, only the boss who boiled the water was left in this tea house.

He was holding a tin kettle in his hand, and his body was shaking like a sieve, and he almost fainted.

"Have some tea."

Yang Hong sat down with a golden sword and his voice was as dull as thunder.

"Okay, okay! Father, please wait a moment!"

The old boss, holding a hot kettle, shook his hands and feet like he was swaying.

After a long time, I poured a large bowl of strong tea and served it with a few taels of broken tea leaves.

"This is rough tea... It tastes bitter, but it quenches thirst... Old man, take it slow!"

Yang Hong sat still, seemingly in a daze.

Husband?

His eyes narrowed.

Looking at the bowl of tea that was slightly cloudy and foamy.

His head was covered with white hair like frost and snow, and his wrinkles were like hills and valleys.

A light is like beans, reflecting the face in it.

Even though he was in high spirits, he was in high spirits.

The body is like jade, extremely delicate, and locks the blood.

But the years have never been forgiving, eighty years of wind swords and frost swords.

On this body, deep marks like an axe were left.

"In a blink of an eye, decades have passed."

Yang Hong's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he coughed twice.

It seems to affect the internal injury of the lungs, and the face can't stop beating.

Unknowingly, he turned out to be so old?

I can't see the majesty and majesty that used to be armored and sharp, galloping on the battlefield!

No more troops, no more wars.

Back then, when he made a rhetorical statement, a man should stand up with his sword drawn, and a high-spirited young man who has made great achievements and established a career is going to die of old age?

tread! tread! tread!

As Yang Hong thought about it, the official road was dusty and angry like a dragon.

A black horse in armor galloped over, setting off billowing smoke.

Followed by fifty retinues, each with a long breath.

Carrying a long knife and wearing vigorous clothing, they are all two-level channels for tearing tigers and leopards.

The muscles are full and powerful, and the speed can keep up with the violent Jiao horse that travels thousands of miles a day.

"Children see foster father!"

The man in the lead got off his horse, took off his phoenix-winged helmet, and knelt down on one knee.

"You're the only one here?"

Yang Hong took a sip of the bitter tea, the strong astringency made him frown.

Before joining the army, he liked to drink strong alcohol, but after joining the army, he began to drink strong tea.

But like this extremely crude bitter tea, I have only tasted it when I fought in the vast sea.

Since inviting court and returning home after retiring, all of them are top-quality goods such as Longjing, Que Tong, and Bergamot.

"Return to my adoptive father! The second brother, Jing Siren, is in Juelongling, and he won't be able to come back for a while!

The third brother Lixiao heard that his righteous father came out of the mountain, galloping in the starry night, and just entered the realm of Daming Mansion!

The fourth and fifth brothers competed for the position of the commander of the guards, but they couldn't come out, so let me plead guilty on my behalf!

The sixth brother, Daoyuan, learned that your birthday is approaching, and went to Yunmengze alone to kill a big dragon for you, and take the inner elixir as a birthday gift..."

The man's voice was fast and his words were clear, as if a stone was struck, giving a powerful feeling.

"Good children, they are all good children. Daoyuan has filial piety, respectful thinking has publicity, and filial piety has kindness... Although the fourth and fifth are selfish, they are also sensible."

Yang Hong's voice was calm, and he put down the tea bowl.

"As for you, Huang Xu'er, I have only been out of Jingzhou for a day. You are far away in Xingyang Mansion, but you were the first to come to see me. It's hard work."

The man bowed his head and said sternly:

"My adoptive father treats me with a kindness like a mountain, like a new creation.

Wulie was so grateful, he didn't dare or forget it! "

As we all know, Duke Liang received a total of thirteen names.

Because of their young talents, strong martial arts, and great fame, they are also called Thirteen Taibao.

The leader is Zhao Wulie, the commander of Yingyangwei, a master of the four realms, and a well-known soldier on the list of Qin Tianjian.

Yang Hong didn't care, raised his hand and said:

"Get up, you are now the commander of Ying Yangwei, the official position of the third rank, and you will lose face if you kneel down as a prince."

Zhao Wulie pressed his head even lower. He was wearing a long-sleeved robe with a full body armor.

Bending hard and bowing, the armor almost creaked, as if it was about to crack.

"The prestige of the righteous father, the three major armies of Yingyang, Weiwu, and Leopard Tao, who will not accept it!

Not to mention that Wulie has become a third-rank official, I kneel to you!

Even if he is awarded a prince, he should lead the horse to the rear for his adoptive father!

This is right and proper! "

Yang Hong's face moved slightly, and the blue and black suffocation between his brows dissipated a little, and said lightly:

"Since that's the case, why don't you obey me when I ask you to get up?"

Zhao Wulie's tense expression suddenly loosened, and he stood up straight like a spring.

He looks a little strange, born with blue eyes, yellow eyebrows and beards.

Coupled with his tall stature and bee-waisted ape-armed, he looks majestic and extraordinary.

Therefore, he was nicknamed "Yellow Beard".

It's just that in the world, except for Duke Liang, few people dare to call him face-to-face.

"It's a pity that you came here in vain, this gentleman was going to Beijing.

One is to kill the Liaodong mud-legged son to avenge Yang Xiu, so that he can rest in peace under Jiuquan,

The second is to ask for the power of a general for you.

Before I asked for my retirement, I handed over Yingyangwei to you, Weiwuwei to Jingsi, and Baotaowei to be jointly in charge of the fourth and fifth.

You open up the sea of ​​​​qi early, and train the six-yang real gang of this dude to the eighth floor, which is not far from the master.

In addition, over the years, the Difei Mountain guarding the Xingyang Mansion has no merit or hard work, and is worthy of the reward of being a general. "

Zhao Wulie's breath was slightly rough, and his mood couldn't help stirring, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Is the adopted father assassinated on the way? When I came, I saw flesh and blood in the mud, broken limbs, armor, and standard. They are private soldiers in the foster father's mansion!"

For the strategist Wu Xiu, the dream of his life is to make a prince and worship a general.

This can not only shine on the lintel, but also help to break through the realm.

Three thousand years ago, hundreds of schools respected martial arts.

Jiang Wang, known as the ancestor of the military family, appointed the atmosphere of the nine-grade exterior.

The top three, the master of soldiers, the god of war, and the slaughter of people.

Zhongsan Dao, Tiger General, Xiongcai, and War Commander.

The next three ways, carry the scorpion, ride the first, and climb first.

Now the Central Plains are standing, the Quartet surrenders, and the war is limited to nine sides.

Without the battle of slaughtering the city and destroying the country, the last three ways would not have been possible.

Therefore, Zao Wulie pursued the Middle Three Paths with all his might.

I hope to win the position of "War Commander" and use this to attack the Grandmaster!

If you can seal the general, and then get the title of marquis, you may not be able to match the likes of Zong Pingnan and Tan Wenying.

"A thief and a bald donkey in Huangjue Temple blocked the road halfway and killed my master six hundred fine riders.

This person has cultivated the body of the Tathagata of the Three Worlds, which is well-known in Buddhism.

With just one body, one can become a Buddha and become an ancestor. "

Yang Hong sighed lightly.

He recognized the killing monk.

Also know each other's origins.

The Six Dharma of Huangjue Temple.

In the future, there will be no reborn Buddha, and the great sun will truly be like the Dharma, and the leakage will be exhausted.

Six annihilation and breaking swords, do not move the Mountain King Sutra, and cut off the body of the Three World Tathagatas.

With the last door, it is extremely difficult to practice.

The eminent monks in the past dynasties of Huangjue Temple choose this method.

Either go into the devil, or fall into the middle of nowhere, and it is difficult to have a great success.

"Break the three worlds... Tathagata's body! Cultivate the Great Arhat Vajra body, then cultivate the Great Perfection Bodhisattva Mind, and finally attain the Dharma Path of Great Enlightenment.

When did such a character appear in Huangjue Temple! "

Zhao Wulie's eyebrows stood tall, and among the six true traditions, Buddhism respected Huangjue and Xuankong.

One north and one south, facing each other from a distance, and called Zen holy land.

Famous and surnamed master masters are all born in it.

"This person does not leave his name on Shanhebang, and he has long since been expelled from the temple gate of Huangjue Temple and has become a group of foot monks. It is normal that you have not heard of it.

The bald donkey held a bronze bowl, broke the precepts of killing, had no worries, and despised the king's law.

Even this gentleman does not want to provoke him.

Have you heard of the Dangyun Mountain murder case in the past?

One hundred and eighty-six people in Wanliu Village were fascinated by foreign evil, and the matter was reported by Heilongtai.

The cabinet originally intended to send a garrison army to suppress it, but Wanliuzhuang was an in-law of King Ning.

If you send a letter to inform you, you will only be afraid of delaying the timing, but if you raid and capture it, you will be afraid of offending the vassal king. "

Yang Hong exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and the anti-shock injuries in his internal organs slowly healed.

"The cabinet was forwarded to the East Palace, and the prince ordered it, and there was a delay of two hours.

When the Beizhen Fusi and the Ministry of War arrived, I thought the building was empty.

But it didn't come to pass. He Zhuang was full of death, and there was only one old monk with a bowl, sitting on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, reciting scriptures for rebirth. "

Zhao Wulie couldn't help being surprised when he heard the words.

Not only did the Buddhists not abstain from killing, but they also slaughtered more than 180 lives. How cruel is this?

Moreover, the people killed were all in-laws of King Ning, and they were considered half of the royal family, but they had no court in sight!

"It is bound to be strong, since the old bald donkey wants to keep the mud legs of Liaodong.

This Tianjing City, I am afraid that it will be difficult for this gentleman to go further.

You'll have to wait a little longer for your seal. "

Yang Hong's face was calm, and he didn't feel any embarrassment at all.

He can ignore Meng Xuanji, the great innate master, because even if he does not give face to the other party, at best, he will be hated by Qin Tianjian, which is harmless.

But the warning of the killing monk must be taken seriously.

A carefree, lawless half-step great innate, with enough deterrent power.

Unless there are three major armies of Yingyang, Weiwu, and Leopard Tao to protect and activate the power of the master.

Otherwise, in the grandmaster battle, before life and death, it is difficult to determine the outcome.

"That thief and monk deceived people too much, and he even hurt his foster father?"

Seemingly aware that Yang Hong's qi machine was weakening, Zhao Wulie's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he shouted angrily:

"Can this person be in Tianjin? Wait for the boy to lead him out of Qi Ying Yang Wei and form an army!

Then let Jing Si mobilize the mighty army, and 50,000 iron cavalry charge into the formation, not afraid of crushing the daring thief monk! "

What about half-step big congenital?

Back then, when the army of Jing Dynasty broke mountains and fell temples, there were also many great innate masters who died under the iron hoof!

boom!

Before Zhao Wulie could finish speaking, he was suddenly kicked over.

The tall body swayed and collapsed like a mountain.

The man bowed and bent, like a prawn.

The expressions of the fifty squires behind them changed, and they almost drew their swords to face each other.

They are all carefully selected pro-militaries among the Yingyangwei, and they are considered to be first-class generals.

The principle of humiliating the death of a minister has long been deeply etched into my heart.

"You! Are you going to rebel? Offend a certain foster father! Write down the fifty military sticks!"

Zhao Wulie shouted angrily.

He gasped for breath and slowed down.

The steel armor on his waist shattered, one can imagine the strength of this foot.

"Do you know where you went wrong?"

Yang Hong did not move, and asked coldly.

"Baby shouldn't use the guards as a private soldier! Take personal resentment for personal revenge!"

Zhao Wulie knelt down abruptly, and all the servants also bowed down.

"It's good to understand. The world belongs to saints, so the soldiers and horses in the world are only surnamed Bai!

There has never been any Yang family general, Yan Wangjun, you have to keep this in your heart.

If you forget one day, no matter how beautiful you are, it will only be the end of Caishikou's beheading. "

Yang Hong picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, then said lightly:

"As a general, you can be proud of your merits, be arrogant, be domineering and arrogant, be greedy for money and lust... all of these don't matter.

As long as the saint can tolerate you, you can sit firmly in your seat, and no one can move.

But don't touch the bottom line, the minister is the minister, and the king is the king. "

Zhao Wulie's heart is awe-inspiring, and it is rumored that his adopted father is arbitrary and domineering, and he never puts anyone in his eyes.

I'm afraid it's a blindfold and can't see clearly.

"You don't have to worry about that old bald donkey, Buddhism practice, the achievement is supreme, and the Dharma path is heavier.

He has no taboos, kills and breaks his precepts, and seems to be free.

But killing living beings to create evil karma and self-destruction of merits and virtues, how can you not have to bear the price? "

Yang Hong's voice was faint, and he put down the bowl of bitter tea, and the inside was dark and scarlet.

His location was broken, and he was seriously injured under the backlash.

After a year and a half, it was difficult to come back from recuperation.

"The adoptive father is going back to Jingzhou? The child will go to prepare the carriage and horses later."

Zhao Wulie lowered his head and asked.

"No, this master intends to walk slower, so that we can see Jing Si and filial piety.

Huang Xuer, you will gather up the bones on the official road and send them back to their hometowns to give you enough comfort. "

Yang Hong suddenly got up and waved his hand:

"The Crown Prince intends to use us to make a knife, and he issued an order to protect the Liaodong Mud Legs, which is a statement.

The four princes and eight generals of Liaodong, they have caught too much in the past few years and stretched their hands too long.

Just let the prince kill people. The more he kills, the more resentment at the border. "

Zhao Wulie was stunned, and the adoptive father was going to stand on the sidelines.

The prince wanted to rectify the generals, but no one was available.

Jiang Guichuan has qualifications but not enough ability.

Tan Wenying has no means and is too young.

When the grievances of the nobles broke out and their hearts were dissatisfied, Donggong still had to ask Liang Guogong to come out.

"Father Gao Jian, Liaodong has been in contact with caravans all year round, and the relationship is intertwined.

The court does not know how many people there are, and they make money from it every year.

No matter how powerful the prince's power is, the clouds and rains in the courtroom will be turned upside down.

But... Emperor Tiangao is far away, and if he wants to clean up the four princes and eight generals, I am afraid that there is a lack of enthusiasm. "

Zhao Wulie was thoughtful, and he was retired to the court by several princes of the Dragon Minister.

The army is roughly divided into a line of generals in Liaodong, a line of frontier troops of King Yan, and a line of honorable men in Huaixi.

The prince does not move King Yan, nor does he move Xungui.

Obviously, in order to kill the chickens and show the monkeys, he is not only beating the frontier troops and honorable people, but also establishing his own dignity.

"I respect the saints, but I am not afraid of the prince.

Those of them who are sitting in the country, how do they know the pain of fighting the country. "

After Yang Hong put his hands together, he glanced at the shivering owner of the tea house, and shook his head:

"When I joined the army, I followed under King Pingtian's tent and acted as a pacifier in charge of the army.

Going to Chuanyun City to exterminate Xuantian Shenglongdao, he was almost defeated by King Xiaoming.

Wearing eight arrow wounds, he fought to his death to win Jinzhou!

Later, they went north to Hanhai, and together with Duke Wei besieged the Baiman Iron Buddha, and hit Yemachuan all the way!

Beg Baiyue, conquer Liaodong, destroy the hundred barbarian royal family, and kill all those barbarians.

How many people were killed by Ben Gong's Great Liang soldiers? Of those brothers who have had tea together, how many of them have returned home to live a good life?

The sage sympathized with Ben Gong and never said much, but now the Crown Prince feels that Ben Gong is too domineering, and would rather help an outsider than give Ben Gong half face. "

Zhao Wulie heard the resentment in his adoptive father's chest, and he also thought that Donggong had done too much.

Before the sage retreats, he convenes various countries to discuss and meet.

At that time, it was the adoptive father who took the initiative to hand over military power to make way for the younger generation such as Jiang Guichuan and Tan Wenying.

Especially in the case of Zong Pingnan nineteen years ago, what the prince did was even more chilling.

"Foster father took one step back, but Donggong was aggressive."

Zhao Wulie seemed to be angry, and there was a hint of anger in his voice.

"The prince is not sympathetic to me, why not vote for swallows..."

"King Yan is also a dragon among people, but he can't compete with the prince."

Yang Hong turned his head and stared, the violent qi machine was like a thunderclap on the ground, and the official road trembled.

With a bang, the tea house collapsed with a bang, and it didn't take a moment for a fire to burst into flames.

"Huang Xu'er, go for it yourself, remember, don't go to the trouble of that Liaodong muddy leg, lest you lose your life and let the noble children of Tianjing City go to the top."

Yang Hong ordered.

"My child understands that many generals are training in the Yingyang and mighty army. They are full of vigor, and they will be willing to make a knife in their hands if they provoke a few words.

Regardless of whether they can fight or not, the mud-legged man will have to enmity with others and be trapped in a siege situation. "

Zhao Wulie's eyes lit up, and he sighed that his adoptive father's methods were old-fashioned and murderous was invisible.

"The knife has to be sheathed, and the spear has to be fired. That mud-legged man doesn't understand this.

Even with the protection of the old bald donkey, it would not be able to stop several disasters. "

Yang Hong looked up at the sky, the half-round moon was hanging high, and his eyes were indifferent.

He walked with his hands behind his back, as if shrinking into an inch, and instantly disappeared above the official road.

...

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Tianjin.

The killing monk turned and entered the city.

The guards at the gate were frightened by the momentum and trembling.

His monk's robe was stained with blood and turned into a dark red and dark color,

Holding a copper bowl, he walked slowly.

The mighty and masculine body gradually returned to the state of decay and old age.

Standing under the watchtower, Bai Hanzhang seemed to recognize the killing monk and said:

"I have seen Master Linji, and it has been eighteen years since the early years of Huangjue Temple."

The old monk nodded slightly, facing the Prince of the East Palace, who was still Gujing Wubo, and said lightly:

"I wonder if Lord Luo Shi is okay?"

Bai Hanzhang replied:

"My mother has been meditating in Zen meditation for these years, and it's not a big problem, I just feel grateful from time to time.

Thinking that one day, I will invite the master to the palace to speak again. "

The killing monk shook his head, as if not interested.

Turning to look at Ji Yuan who was surprised, a smile appeared on his shriveled face:

"Good apprentice, has this teacher ever lied to you? I've already said that before, many people swept the streets and knelt down to greet them, but the old man didn't preach lightly.

Meng Xuanji, that old ghost, how could he compare to the old man.

How can he be worthy of being your master? "

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ps: The situation in the past two days is very serious, and the great cause of fishing has been hindered. Damn!