Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

The sky and the earth are vast, and the great mountains lie across.

Ji Yuan is like a dragon and snake, climbing on Mount Sumeru.

It was as if the bones were torn apart by cramps, and there was no pain anywhere on the whole body.

He was born with a physique that was different from ordinary people, and was extraordinarily tyrannical.

It has ribbed ribs and condenses ten qi channels.

Every time, as long as the Sutra of the Mountain King of Fudo runs, the clumps of flesh and blood will wriggle and shrink.

In a few breaths, the nails that fell off and the skin that was scraped off would grow back.

It was like repeated torture and torture with no end in sight.

If it weren't for the original killing monk, he specially refined his body with the real fire of qi and blood to kill the pain in his heart.

Ji Yuan may not be able to endure it, and he continued to climb the mountain with all his might!

Until he crossed seventy-two feet, his body was empty and his inner breath was exhausted.

Every muscle and every bone was drained of strength.

His eyes suddenly darkened, as if he had passed out.

The whole body lost its support and fell from the seventy-two-foot-high cliff.

"Very good, very good."

Killing monks guarding the Dharma by the side will naturally not harm the descendants of the mantle and mantle.

With relief on his face, he stretched out his hand and knocked on the copper bowl heavily, and the mighty Buddha's light disappeared immediately.

The majestic high mountain with the poor and blue sky above, the pitch-black sea of ​​bitterness that cannot be crossed, all dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

The scene presented in it is like looking at flowers in the fog, and the elephant is invisible and can no longer be seen clearly.

The sound of "wave" was like a bubble bursting.

The next moment, Ji Yuan fell back into the hospital out of thin air.

Suspended quietly, more than half a foot off the ground.

The person was sweating like pulp, and the blood was churning, as if coming out of a huge steamer.

The seventy-two-zhang Mount Sumeru has exhausted the physique of qiu tendons and ribs, and the accumulation of ten qi channels.

"As expected of the disciple chosen by Lao Na."

The killing monk showed a look of approval, and he firmly believed in his heart that it was even the hidden veins of the emperor's sect in the past dynasties.

There are no more outstanding descendants than Ji Yuan.

If only the Buddhists who practice the "Sutra of the King of the Unmoved Mountain" are counted, there will be even fewer.

"Come on, dry your ninth master and send it back to the wing."

The skinny old monk, his eyes pierced through the arch.

It fell on the housekeeper outside the courtyard, and the generous voice also exploded in my heart.

For ordinary people, this method is no different from immortals and Buddhas.

"As expected, I have eyes but don't recognize the true Buddha! In the past, only this eminent monk with profound Buddhist teachings,

As a fake monk who drinks and eats meat! sin sin! "

The old housekeeper's eyes showed a look of horror, and he entered the courtyard gate tremblingly.

When he saw the killing monk sitting cross-legged on the ground, his face was shriveled.

The latter smiled kindly, as if the spring breeze soothed his uneasy heart.

Instantly relieved, the old butler summoned a few sturdy butlers and carried the sleeping Jiuye back to the room.

"Exercising horizontally is not only about training, but also nourishing the body."

The killing monk's eyelids drooped, and he thought to himself.

If you just practice but don’t raise it, your iron-beaten body will also cause a deficit.

It must be nurtured and combined to make progress while maintaining stability.

"Although the old man is destitute, he has a clear wind in his arms.

However, the huge city of Tianjing would be short of supplements. "

It is rare for a killing monk to worry about it once. In the past, he used to beg for alms when he was hungry, thirsty to drink dew, and did not care about what was outside his body at all.

But now that he has unilaterally accepted an apprentice, this is not the case.

The old monk's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help looking at Qin Tianjian in the direction of the imperial city.

He didn't seem to have many acquaintances in this Tianjing city.

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Sheji Building, the ninth level.

The immortal Meng Xuanji was meditating in meditation, when a coolness suddenly appeared behind him.

There is also a seasonal movement in my heart, which is inexplicable and confusing.

He frowned and pinched his right hand hidden in his sleeve.

But it is Momo Lake and has nothing to gain.

"Huh? My plum blossom heart has no clue.

It seems that either he is a master of the unity of heaven and man, or he has a heavy treasure to protect himself!

Could it be the minions of Kishi, a certain god-chosen great devil? Want to make waves again? "

Meng Xuanji's thoughts were uncertain, and he seemed to have some guesses.

"I sit quietly in the Sheji Building all the year round, and I don't compete with the world.

Now that difficulties are coming, instead of doing it, it is better to let people block the disaster and resolve the grievances that fall from heaven.

Speaking of which, who can be so lucky to have my favor? "

The Qin Tian prisoner was thinking silently, his eyes turned, and he looked straight to the side.

In the end, it was settled on the mount he subdued, which was the new sapphire lion that was more than two feet tall.

Seemingly majestic, in fact, he is a lazy and timid Shejilou gatekeeper.

Now he was lying on the ground dozing off, snoring like a dull thunder.

The loose hair flickered, as if he had a sweet dream, and he laughed strangely from time to time.

"That's it."

Meng Xuanji nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied.

"Anyway, the skin is rough and the flesh is thick, and it can withstand severe beatings."

He got up slowly and found a gong out of nowhere.

Holding a mallet, it was close to the ears of the sapphire lion and knocked it hard.

clang!

The dull sound waves poured into his ears, causing the poor horse's hair to explode and its limbs to shrink.

With heart-wrenching proficiency, he rolled his body a few times and hid at the bottom of the big eucalyptus table.

Crackling, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it were all overturned and tossed down, scattered all over the place.

The sapphire lion, who was scared to death, kept shouting:

"Master, master! Help me!"

Meng Xuanji put down the gong and gavel, hating that iron is not steel:

"You useless idiot, you are less courageous than a mouse!

If I had known this earlier, I should have received a fox spirit and a white sparrow demon, at least to look at it! "

The sapphire lion came back to his senses, shook his head, and threw the big eucalyptus out, very aggrieved:

"The fox spirit is watery, the spring heart is easy to move, and the sparrow demon speaks sweetly, but it is useless to tell the truth.

How can it compare to being too small, loyal to the master, and never leaving! "

Meng Xuanji sneered and mercilessly dismantled:

"You bastard is lazy and timid.

Staying in this Sheji Building, eating, drinking and sleeping every day, is naturally boundless happiness, which is called staying together.

If you change to a normal family, how can you afford to support a mount like you who doesn't even work on your limbs and struggles to ride through the clouds?

In addition to your master, can you find other foes? This is called loyalty. "

The sapphire lion shrank his neck and remained silent, as if he was pretending to be dead.

"Don't talk now? Let you practice the exercises diligently, but you will only be lazy.

The mountains outside Tianjing City are like dragons, and the spirit is strong.

I don't know how happy it is to be able to practice here with peace of mind if it is replaced by an ordinary monster... You're better off, fishing for three days and drying the net for two days.

After finally going out for a while, I distributed all the medicinal pills I gave to the mountain spirits and wild monsters outside, the banshee spirits! "

The sapphire lion buried his head lower and said weakly:

"They all respect the younger ones. When they meet, the elder brother is long and the elder brother is short, and they sincerely offer the clean dew, fresh flowers and fruits they picked...

Especially those banshee sisters, who are always worried in their hearts, every time the little one gives some medicinal pills privately, he will worry and ask each other if my master will be angry..."

Meng Xuanji was so angry that the veins on his forehead burst out, but he was helpless.

Back then, when he traveled to the 100,000 Mountains, why did he choose this stupid guy?

You know, there were quite a few mounts to choose from back then.

It is like a nine-headed worm with dragon blood, a hundred-eyed centipede that is extremely difficult to deal with, and a six-eared white ape born with psychic powers.

Many alien species are willing to sit under their own seat and be a mount for guarding the hospital.

"What a mistake! I never imagined that when you were five years old, you idiot had a pure heart.

As a result, it has grown to be more than a hundred years old, and it is still the same!

Dao Zun is on the top, this can no longer be called a 'child', it should be called a 'fool' instead! "

Meng Xuanji sighed, almost beating his chest to express his regret.

"Master, calm down and don't break your body."

The sapphire lion seemed quite ashamed, rolled over and obediently admitted his mistake:

"You must practice hard when you are young, and you will never be lazy again!"

Meng Xuanji sighed softly, thinking of the excessive idea of ​​using this stupid thing to stop disasters just now.

At the moment, I can't help but feel a little soft-hearted, and said:

"You can have a long snack, don't be charmed by the banshee outside..."

The sapphire lion raised his head, his eyes bright like lanterns, full of anticipation:

"Dim sum? Where!"

The smile on Meng Xuanji's face immediately solidified, and he said with a swirl of sleeves:

"Forget it, forget it, you idiot can't be saved!

I will punish you to guard the gate of Qin Tianjian for a few days, remember.

If you see a monk, say your master is away.

When he saw a Taoist priest, he said that your master was in retreat and would not welcome him.

By the way, if my nominal apprentice is here.

Take the books of life and Taoism collected in Jiuzhonglou and let them read. "

In the dark, the Qin Tianjian felt that an old friend would come to visit.

Among them, good and bad luck are unpredictable, and there are signs of disaster.

Thinking again, he once robbed the apprentice of that old monk from Linji.

He also ridiculed the old Taoist priests of Zhenwu Mountain who only accepted female disciples, and a pear tree pressed a begonia.

He also scolded the abbot of Huangjue Temple, the first of the Hanging Temple.

Even the sacrificial wine and mountain chiefs of the Shangyin and Jixia academies were not spared.

Claiming that one is a pedantic scholar, and the other is an old-fashioned bookbag.

After thinking about it, I really offended many people.

Since it's a whim, I'll just take out the idiot and block it.

Anyway, you can't die, at most you will suffer a little.

The sapphire lion still didn't know that trouble was coming, opened his eyes wide, and said pitifully:

"master……"

Since the last time Yang Hong blocked the way, I witnessed the two great masters competing in martial arts.

Those earth-shattering and terrifying scenes made it tremble with fright.

I lost a few layers of hair and almost went bald.

Since then, he has made up his mind not to go downstairs and leave Qintian Prison half a step.

"What are you afraid of, idiot? The Sheji Building is in the imperial city, who would dare to come over and be savage?

I don't even think about what kind of cultivation your master is. There are only a handful of people in the world who can do it with me!

There is no one who can outperform me, not even half! "

Meng Xuanji rolled up his sleeves and gathered up the ink, ink, ink, and ink.

"But, sir...you said last time that you've never fought in your life!"

The sapphire lion answered in a low voice.

"It's true that I have never fought with people in my life, but... the work of subduing demons and eliminating demons,

Zhenwu Mountain and Laojun taught Niubi, if you repair it for another 800 years, you won't be able to catch up with your master!

You idiot don't even think about it, what great master is there in the world, who has never fought in his life?

Wouldn't it prove once again that your master is extraordinary! "

Meng Xuanji smiled smugly and shook the purple gold vest.

Shaking, sitting back in place.

The sapphire lion was stunned for a moment, as if this was the case.

It propped up its huge body, turned back three times in one step, and moved downstairs.

Meng Xuanji turned a blind eye and closed his eyes to practice.

There are nine big cities in the Jing Dynasty, called Jiubian and Jiuguan.

Further out, it is a place where barbarians, remnants, demons, and evil spirits linger.

According to legend, from Jiubian out of the city, travel another 3,000 miles.

There was once a young Taoist priest, who each erected a forty-nine-foot-high golden stele with the word "Yongzhen" written on it.

All barbarians, remnants, demons, and evil spirits who have entered the realm of the great master will cross this monument.

It will definitely lead to the mighty Tianwei, and the purple thunder will hit the top.

"The sage said that the territory of the Jing Dynasty should be expanded by another three thousand miles to the foothold of the nine border gates."

Meng Xuanji sat on the futon and looked up, as if asking the sky from a distance, with a faint voice:

"Now, except for Shuofengguan, which has already opened up a thousand miles of land, who has done it in the remaining eight big cities?"

Upstairs in Jiuzhong, no one responded.

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Liang Guogong's mansion, the upper and lower glutinous elements.

Everyone wears sackcloth and filial piety, and the mourning is endless.

Inside the mourning hall, there was a fine golden silk nanmu coffin.

The brazier was burning paper money, and charred ashes wafted out.

This is already the seventh day of cessation.

Yang Ju's headless body had long since been contained in the coffin.

Because of the head of the owl.

Yang Ping'er invited the top sewers in Tianjing to get a head carved from beautiful jade and put it on the neck.

Lest his second brother, when he is buried, will be dead in a different place and cannot rest in peace.

During the period, among the six departments, many large and small officials came to offer condolences.

Including the thirteen adopted sons under his command when his father fought in the Southern and Northern Wars.

Either come in person or send someone instead.

In addition to the seven days and seven nights of the water and land dojo, there was almost no rest.

Set up the pomp, the momentum is so big that it shakes Tianjing.

But everyone is dead, no matter how good a coffin, no matter how big a ritual, what is the use?

Yang Ping'er stared straight at the door with empty eyes.

It seems that he wants to know whether Ji Jiuro, who was awarded the python robe by Qianhu, will come over to eat.

She saw with her own eyes that day, Ji Yuan slashed Yang Ju's head with a knife and held it in her hands.

The terrifying scene is like a branding iron deeply imprinted in the heart, which is difficult to erase.

Every time I dream back in the middle of the night, I will fall into the devil and finally wake up scared.

"Miss San, you haven't entered the water for the past few days, so please don't hurt your body."

A female official in plain clothes wearing a gauze hat supported Yang Ping'er, who was sitting on the futon, and said softly:

"Prince Concubine is always thinking about your situation, knowing that the Duke of Liang has been wronged.

He also said that there is a big gate, the big one became a monk, and the second master suffered misfortune, leaving only the third young lady alone and alone to support. "

Yang Ping'er had a lot of grief in her heart, but now she came to the back hall, and there was no outsider.

Hearing this again, he couldn't help but bow his head and cry bitterly.

She still can't understand why her father abandoned her second brother Yang Ju!

No matter how loyal and outstanding Zhao Wulie is, he is still an outsider.

Second brother, no matter how mediocre or unloved he is, he is still his own flesh and blood!

"Miss Third, don't blame the prince for being cruel, and don't blame His Royal Highness for being ruthless.

This was originally just a family matter, and it would be fine to close the door and punish him.

That Ji Jiulang had to be reluctant to make such a big noise.

He is now a big celebrity in the East Palace, and His Royal Highness has never mentioned the state affairs with the Crown Princess, so it is difficult to say anything.

After waiting for a while, the limelight passed, and then bridge the relationship for the Duke of Liang. "

This female official in plain clothes has a plain appearance and speaks in a well-organized manner, which is convincingly close.

Yang Ping'er raised her head, and her pretty face with pear blossoms and rain made people feel pity.

Swipe up and say softly:

"Thank you, princess."

The female officer in plain clothes smiled lightly, took out a silk scarf and a handkerchief to wipe away the tears on Yang Ping'er's face, and judo:

"I heard that you have been frightened recently, Miss San, and have had frequent nightmares. The Crown Princess was also very worried and ordered me to fetch the soothing incense from the palace.

wucuoxs/96593/ "Fairy Wood"

When you light it up later, you will be able to get rid of distractions and get a good night's sleep. "

Yang Ping'er nodded slightly, and suddenly felt a sense of exhaustion hit her heart.

Seeing this, the female official in Sufu quickly helped Miss Yang San back to the wing.

Then, take out three soothing incense sticks and a small cauldron.

Lightly click, smoke birds.

Strange to say, Yang Ping'er was lying on the bed with her clothes on.

Usually when I close my eyes, the flesh-like head of the second brother Yang Ju will appear, with a look of resentment in his eyes.

But this time, it was different.

Smelling the clear fragrance, Yang Ping'er's eyelids were heavy, and she only felt sleepy.

As soon as it touches the pillow, one falls asleep.

Vaguely, vaguely, it seems to be in a beautiful fairyland of heaven.

Exotic flowers and plants, flying cranes soar in the sky.

Pavilions and pavilions, against the bright moon.

Suddenly, there is moving music from far to near.

The goddess with icy muscles and jade bones came in a thin robe.

Or dance, or sing gracefully.

All of them smiled at Yang Ping'er, as if they had known each other for a long time.

Mi Mi Hu Hu walked forward, and saw a graceful woman sitting on the couch of the beautiful phoenix bird circling.

She waved at Yang Ping'er and said with a light smile:

"It turned out that Fairy Pingting went down to earth to practice and return to her place. Come and come, Haosheng and Ben Gong have a look."