Opening the book cover, the paper of "Records of Cultivation" is light yellow, exuding a faint musty smell, and the handwriting is neatly written:
"The way of water and fire lies in balance. Only by transforming water and fire into yin and yang can you master the ice-sealing fire fire art of the master's sect. After three years of entry, I suddenly realized, "Are you practicing again? Zhang Yuanqing raised his eyebrows. The last time he saw such a description was at the Mountain Temple. In the notebook left by the resentful spirit lying on his shoulders, he mentioned some cultivation experiences.
Breathing practice, drawing talismans, etc.
"Are the major professions in the Yin Dynasty improved through practice instead of relying on character cards? It may also be due to the background setting of the spiritual realm. The Yin Yang Sanren are all PCs, just like Wang Po and Xu Widow.
The Demon King took this route. He should have killed them at that time, but it was later refreshed, unless it can be confirmed that Yin Yang Sanren actually existed in past history. "
With this in mind, Zhang Yuanqing turned on the computer at hand, logged into the official database, and searched for "Yin Yang Town". However, apart from a few guides by Sesai, there is no information about Yin Yang Town in the official database.
"Even the Sandaoshan Empress Temple is included, but the town where the people live is not in the database? Are the officials useless? How did it happen?" Zhang Yuanqing cursed subconsciously and was stunned for a moment.
Why did I suddenly become irritable? Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a few seconds before he realized. One of the costs of the yin-yang robe: emotional instability.
"Phew, restraint, restraint:," he took a deep breath, "Yin Yang Sanren was a figure in the Ming Dynasty, but he is dead. As far as I know so far, the only strong man who is still alive in the Ming Dynasty is probably Lao Bangzi." He continued. Reading below, because it is in traditional Chinese characters, the reading speed is slow. After reading it for more than ten minutes, I roughly understand the background of Yin Yang Sanren.
He was born in a sect called "Water and Fire Sect". The founder of the sect was a divine figure in the Song Dynasty. The sect had a high status in the Central Plains, but the number of disciples in the sect was very small. It was not that the sect did not want to recruit more disciples.
But there are too few people with the qualifications to practice.
Yin Yang Sanren mentioned a concept: the world changes, and those who can succeed will succeed.
"This is similar to the temple blessing, the secret of joy and sorrow in the dry year." Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly turned back, but he couldn't find the reason for "changes in heaven and earth." Can't help but curse.
Probably Yin Yang Sanren doesn’t know the specific reason.
In addition, Zhang Yuanqing also noticed that according to what Yin Yang Sanren claimed, disciples like him who had mastered the "Ice Fire Technique" were very rare in the sect, and they were the elite among the elite.
"Water and fire are the same body. According to the concept of spiritual realm walkers, they have two major professions. This is impossible among spiritual realm walkers. If someone in the Five Elements Alliance has the ability of two major professions at the same time, I will definitely hear about it, unless it is kept secret. , is it special due to cultivation?"
While he was thinking, he read the book of monasticism.
"After I mastered the Ice Fire Technique, my cultivation became more and more advanced, and I dominated the Central Plains. Then I set foot in the north, and rarely encountered any opponents. Then I went south to challenge the masters of various sects, and I won consecutive battles. I heard that there was an ally in Sandao Mountain in Songfu, who controlled He summoned wind and rain, caught ghosts and subjugated demons, made elixirs and made talismans, and then went to challenge him, only to be defeated miserably."
"He returned to the master in despair and told the teacher about the matter. The teacher smiled and said: The same is true for the master!"
Sandao Mountain is talking about the old Buddha, it must be the old Buddha, hiss, is the old ladder so strong? When I meet him in the spiritual realm in the future, I have to consider what kind of kneeling posture can better experience sincerity:
Zhang Yuanqing frowned secretly. After a second, he suddenly realized something was wrong and focused his attention on the four words "Master and the same."
What Master Yin Yang Sanren means is: Your master was also miserable by Lao Bangzi?
Hiss, the founder of the Water and Fire Sect was a figure from the Song Dynasty, and Lao Lazi took over from him. In other words, Lao Bangzi was ridiculously old, and her identity as Empress of Sandao Mountain was just a vest for her in her later years.
Zhang Yuanqing had to re-evaluate Lao Bangzi's strength.
As time passed, the record of spiritual practice became thinner and thinner. The subsequent content contained some insights from the travels and practice of Yin Yang San people, mixed with the key points of breathing and breathing methods, the division of meridians, etc. Zhang Yuanqing did not understand it anyway.
What surprised him was that during the travels of Yin Yang Sanren, he made many friends from both good and evil paths. Yes, friends from evil paths refer to evil professions. For those friends who have evil professions, Sanren's evaluation is: bold, knight-errant, happy and happy.
"Yin Yang Sanren doesn't look like a person with bad views. He has a solid evil profession. Is he someone like Aunt Madoka? In other words, after watching him for most of his life, it seems that good and evil are not incompatible, unlike now. The spiritual realm walkers, the hostile camps will start fighting when they meet, and they can't wait to beat their brains out."
Zhang Yuanqing flipped through the pages quickly and was not very interested in what he had seen during his travels. It is worth mentioning that he got the Yin-Yang robe from an ancient tomb during one of his travels. Since he had the Yin Yang robe, he began to call himself a Yin Yang Sanren, and went to Sandao Mountain to challenge Lao Bangzi again.
Still failed miserably.
From then on, the scattered people of Yin and Yang lay down, drinking and eating meat all day long, making friends, taking care of injustices, and taking heads of people when encountering dog officials. When entering the old age of Yin Yang Sanren, this guy started to want to live forever, and lamented the bad luck, being born in an era of great changes:
As I get older, my obsession with immortality becomes more and more serious. The Record of the Way no longer talks about spiritual practice, but analyzes the longevity plan all day long:
He even gave up the idea of using the baby's essence and blood as a guide to try to refine the elixir. Fortunately, he stopped in time, but his obsession with immortality became more and more serious. Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing felt a chill in his heart.
He had previously thought that the price of the yin-yang robe was not serious. After all, if he wanted to live forever, it was not a price to pay. Now it seems that after seeing that the Yin Yang San people want to live forever, and their thoughts are almost crazy, he realizes the seriousness of the price:
One day, the Yin Yang San people were greatly stimulated when they heard that the Empress of Sandao Mountain had become immortal, and wrote in the monastic record: "The beauty of the country can't escape the years, how sad is it."
After that, the Yin Yang San people established Yin Yang Town. After reading the Taoist Records in Sleeping in the Immortal Dream, there was a lot of information. Zhang Yuanqing pinched his brows and sorted and digested the harvested information:
Lao Bangzi is older than the Ming Dynasty and is terrifyingly powerful! The evil professions and lawful professions in the Ming Dynasty did not have a harmonious relationship with each other, but they were not necessarily divided into life and death. The way to improve was through practice, not character cards.
If it is confirmed that Yin Yang San and Lao Bangzi are real characters who existed in history, then my understanding of the spiritual realm will change. But among the people I know, Lao Bangzi is the only one alive. No, maybe I don’t need to ask them personally, I have a way to confirm it. Zhang Yuanqing put this question in his heart for the time being and put away the spiritual record.
Next, he planned to experience the newly learned skill of mind wandering.
The moment this idea came up, Zhang Yuanqing became inexplicably impatient and wanted to try it immediately. No one could stop him.
In the north, in a high-end community in the capital of Yan Province, young people wearing sports headbands often sit on high-back chairs. Opposite him is a large, soft bed, with a middle-aged man with his hands and feet tied lying on it. people.
He was bald, had a beer belly, and had thick black hair on his chest. His forehead was sweating profusely, his expression was frightened, and his mouth was stuffed with a thick towel.
The middle-aged man's mouth kept buzzing, his eyes were full of suspense, and he was as weak and pitiful as a puppy.
"Pet, puff, puff." The young man said with a smile, "Look at what you look like now, you really look like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy." He stood up and walked to the bed, pulling out a sharp fruit knife from his waist.
"Ming wu ming" the middle-aged man's struggling movements suddenly became intense. "Quiet, I'm telling you, listen!" The young man's pupils lit up scarlet. The middle-aged man suddenly froze.
The young man sat by the bed, playing with the fruit knife, and said with a smile:
"I hate to be killed without teaching. Before I kill you, I will tell you the reason first so that you can understand clearly.
"The first one is to accept the transaction of power and sex and force good girls into prostitution. The second one is to act as a protective umbrella for the evil forces and cover up their murderous crimes. The third one is" he said in a gentle tone, and said more than ten things in a variety of ways.
When he finished speaking, the middle-aged man on the bed was already stiff and motionless.
"Isn't it okay? Look, you can't even forgive your own conscience." The young man patted the corpse on the shoulder and said gently: "Don't be a human being in the next life." He got up and left the bed, came to the window, and opened the window. Through the window, breathing in the wind blowing at night, overlooking the lights of the city, I sighed with contentment:
“The world suddenly became better.”
Human nature is ugly, and the human world is dirty, so the world needs to be cleaned. At this time, the cell phone rang.
The young man took out his mobile phone, held it between his two fingers, and held it high in front of his eyes. He stretched out his fingers on the other hand to answer the call: "Yinyue, what's the matter?"
"Magic Eye, have you had enough? Return to the headquarters quickly. The Master of the Killing Palace has killed many of us in the North. She is very hidden. I need your eyes." The voice on the other end of the phone was loud and irritable. "Watch your tone!" The young man said with a smile: "You are a divine general, how dare you talk to me like this?"
"I'm paying attention to you Male Gobi!" The person on the other end of the phone became even more irritable and yelled:
"All four of you kings are not at the headquarters. The one who ranks first, Shabi, has been shouting for freedom all day long, but can't find anyone. The one who ranks second actually told me that she wants to challenge the master of killing. She won't accept the challenge. Take action?
"The third killer happened to enter the spiritual realm. Our eight great generals can kill that bitch, but we can't find it!" The young man scratched his head: "That's it, okay, you know my rules.
Give me a reason to kill her first. "
"Do you need a reason to kill?" No. "
"When she was hunting members of our organization, she accidentally injured two civilians. Does that count?" Count it! I'm going to kill her now. "
"You are a fucking psycho. Are you from the lawful camp or the evil camp? No, you four are all crazy." The Silver Moon God General exclaimed, then changed the subject and said:
"Li Xianzong is dead!"
"Huh?" Demon Eye King raised his eyebrows, and the smile disappeared from his face: "What's going on?" He met Yuanshi Tianzun in the copy and was killed. "
"That's it." The smile returned to the Demon Eye King's face and he raised his lips: "Then after I kill Palace Master Zhizhi, I will go to Songhai to collect reasons for killing Yuanshi Tianzun." Zhang Yuanqing floated up, less than ten centimeters away from the ceiling. , looking down, his body was lying quietly on the bed, without breathing or heartbeat.
"If I don't return in twenty minutes, my physical body will die completely."
Zhang Yuanqing had a realization, and immediately floated out of the room very quickly, and walked through the wall to the living room. His current state was very strange, floating and controlling objects seemed to be his innate abilities. This means that he can use props to deal with enemies in his spirit state, such as holding a knife or shooting a gun. In addition, the power of the spirit body is the power of Taiyin. He can still use and Xiaoyue, but he can no longer open the inventory, but the overall strength is worse than the main body. The advantage is that in the spirit state, he is immune to physical output, but is extremely afraid of "mental" attacks.
In the process of thinking, Zhang Yuanqing drifted into the bedroom of his grandparents, and the two old people had already entered a dream. He changed his route, crashed into the wall, and came to his aunt's bedroom.
Beside the window with pink curtains, my aunt was standing in front of the window wearing a thin nightgown, silently gazing at the night view. On the bedside table was the black lace bra she took off, it was not too small.
Jiang Yuji's head tilted slightly, and he suddenly stretched his waist and murmured: "Good cause, sleep." Zhang Yuanqing watched her get into bed, close her eyes, her face was quiet, soft, round and well-behaved.
I don’t know which man will be able to look at this sleeping face every day in the future. He looked at his aunt’s sleeping face and thought to himself, spirits can possess them. How about trying to possess my aunt? Then I thought about it, and it didn't seem right to experiment with my family, so I immediately plunged into the ceiling and went to the house of the resident downstairs.
Downstairs was a young couple who lived with their parents. As soon as Zhang Yuanqing penetrated the ceiling, he heard the sound of a rocking bed, as well as an inconspicuous collision sound hidden under the thin quilt.
Xun Sheng looked around and saw two overlapping bodies.
Um, it's not the right time to come here, how can I possess him? After watching the dirty movie live, he had no choice but to give up. At this time, he heard the collision intensify, then subside, and the rising and falling of the thin quilt also stopped. Then came a voice of complaint: "Why is it so fast again?"
"I'm a little tired from working overtime these days."
"You said the same thing last time."
"Oh, aren't you bothered? Go to bed. You have to go to work tomorrow."
Brother, you need the Laster Spray to regain a man's confidence. Everyone upstairs and downstairs will give you a 20% discount. Zhang Yuanqing's spirit body floated up and returned to his aunt's room. This time, he entered the uncle's house next door with a clear purpose. , came to the master bedroom.
Yi Ming and Li Ma didn't sleep. One was wearing a mask and watching martial arts, and the other was watching rap videos on his mobile phone. From time to time, he would say a few single words.
"Look at this Yuanzi, eating hot steamed buns, looking stupid." The uncle's head suddenly dropped, then he immediately picked it up, looked at his wife beside him, and said solemnly:
"I think we should be nicer to Motoko."
My aunt kept her eyes on the tablet and said, "Don't we be nice to him?"
"I'm talking about the financial aspect. I should give him more pocket money. Although my mother will give him money, as uncles and aunts, we should also give him more." "Oh, then I will also give him a few bucks every month. "Okay." Auntie said nonchalantly.
"My aunt is so kind. Oh no, my wife is so kind."
Auntie's attention was not on her uncle, and she didn't care about the slip of the tongue. She watched the variety show and said disdainfully:
"You said that your eldest sister only knows how to make money these years. When has she ever worried about Motoko? She never goes to parent-teacher conferences and never cares about her studies. He, a child without a father, is bullied every day in school and doesn't care. It's up to you. Go to school and make trouble. She throws a lot of money away from her son, thinking it's a big deal. Bah, her little money is nothing." The uncle looked embarrassed and said: "Stop saying a few words."
That's my mom after all.
Auntie sighed:
"Look at Motoko over the years, she would rather dance with you than ask for her money. When this kid first came here, he was only in elementary school, but he was very cautious. Whenever you were not around, he would come to please me. He was afraid that I would hate him. I can't live in my home.
"You are also very careful with your parents. You were not close to your grandparents at that time, so you learned to rely on others at a young age. Well, I remember Yu'er was like this when she was a child, so they have been close since childhood."
After saying that, she saw her husband's eyes were filled with sadness.
"This is not like you." My aunt noticed something was wrong and said to her. At this time, you should do a talk show, such as: If you have me as your uncle, it will be the same if you have a mother or not, ah, it's the same! "sleep!"
Uncle put down his cell phone and pulled up the quilt.
The next day, Zhang Yuanqing came to the unit wearing a mask and a cap.
After ascending to the second floor, he glanced at the office area, came straight to Guan Ya, and said, "Sister Guan Ya, I want to ask you something."
Guan Ya had already used diluted life essence to repair the damage in the copy. She turned the ballpoint pen flexibly with her fingers and said with a smile: "Do girls like it longer or shorter? Or thicker or thinner?"
Zhang Yuanqing said helplessly: "Don't be like this, I'm just a child."
Guan Ya blinked: "Did I say anything? I thought you were asking about high heels." Zhang Yuanqing coughed, corrected the topic, and said:
"I heard from Xie Lingxi that the ancestors of the Xiahou family were the first batch of spiritual practitioners? How long did he live? When did the first batch of spiritual practitioners appear?"
