Tales of Herding Gods

The way of saints.

There are always people who have the ideals and beliefs that their peers and even their contemporaries do not have. Some people have the feelings and fighting spirits that their peers do not have, and they can’t say what their peers and contemporaries can’t say. Make things that peers and contemporaries can't do.

Perhaps in the eyes of their contemporaries or descendants, they will be stupid, dedicated to life for a seemingly impossible belief.

However, those who promote history and promote the times are those who have firm beliefs and seemingly ridiculous ideals.

Yankang Guoshi applauded the altar. The widowed saint extended his hands to hold his elbow and picked him up. He smiled and said: "Maybe your future will be bigger and higher than me. I will see today. I, you will be my teacher."

Qin Mu boarded the altar and saw Yankang Guoshi’s disciple standing next to the widow’s saint. He smiled and said: “Teacher, younger brother, I am coming a little late.”

Yankang Guoshi stunned, and then Yan Yan smiled: "Two brothers."

Qin Mu’s face suddenly became dark: “The king is still calling me the Qin teacher. The second brother sounds awkward.”

Yankang Guoshu laughed.

Qin Mu was wrong, and then smiled.

His time to know Yankang Guoshi was not long. He had only seen Yankang Guoshi after entering Taiyuan University, and later had a conversation.

The former Yankang Guoshi was a person who was not scornful, with a firm belief and a heart, and used his means to achieve his goals. His mind is as deep as the sea, the complexion has no waves, and no emotions appear on his face.

He is like a perfect god, no humanity, no popularity.

However, after so long contact, Qin Mu gradually discovered that the humanity of Yankang Guoshi was popular, and Yankang Guoshi was subtly changing from God to man.

This time Yankang Guoshu laughed, Qin Mu felt that his heart suddenly entered another realm, another realm that he could not understand, like God is not God, like human beings.

He is among the seven passions of man, but in addition to the seven passions of man, in the absolute reason of God, and beyond the absolute reason of God.

Such a person, Qin Mu has not understood.

"The qualifications of the national teacher are indeed better than me. When I meet the widow's teacher for a short while, my mood will be amazingly improved. It is worthy of being a saint in five hundred years."

Qin Mu’s heart comforted himself: “But it’s good for me to go to the hegemony. If you work hard enough, you can stimulate all the potential of the hegemony, or you can surpass him!”

The coward's saints said: "Qin Mu, you can go back to the emperor, I have to talk to your brother for a long time."

Qin Mu hesitated, said: "Whu Zun and her mother-in-law? Are they fighting with Yuluo and Mutulu?"

The widow’s saint said: “Muturo put on the woman’s clothes and was killed by the black tiger. The jade robes were rescued by the Japanese. The woman and the black tiger returned to the emperor.”

"Sure enough, I think." Qin Mu smiled.

The widowed saint opened the passage to Taiwangtian for him. Qin Mujian did not want to go in and said: "Teacher, I am listening next to me, I don't talk. I am a brother, if the younger brother has something I don't understand, I You can also give pointers to your younger brother. Are you saying that? Teacher..."

The widowed saint took his collar and stuffed him into the passage. Qin Mu plans to run back and listen, the passage has closed.

Yan Kangguo teacher smiled and said: "Why, why don't you let Qin brother listen?"

"He is not suitable."

The coward's saint said: "His temper is not suitable for us. What do you think is your second brother?"

Yankang Guoshi Shen Shen said, "Being fun, jumping off, can't sit still, the blood will go up, but it's awkward, thoughtful, very clever, can think of people can't think, often I have unexpected ideas. And he is still very big, and he is very open. He is still very confident, almost mad and self-confident. In his heart, he always feels that Laozi is the best in the world, although he always says that he is the second in the world. He can indeed be called the best in the world."

"Three points into the bone."

The widower sages, and praises: "You see him more thoroughly, and I think so. As a saint, he is not suitable."

Yankang Guoshu nodded: "The second brother is really not suitable. So the master?"

"Your master is another person."

The coward's saint said: "He is a man of great perseverance, calm, as long as he identifies a goal, he will go his own way, and no one can pull him back. It is precisely because of this that his understanding of the way of saints is biased. In the way of saints, your two brothers are not as good as you. You have been practicing with me for a few years, and I have passed on what I have learned throughout my life."

He slowly said: "I will be depressed, unable to take the hurdles of my heart, always in the memory of the opening of the emperor, and the escape of the emperor has a difficult knot. You are different, you do not have this hurdle. You Learning from what I have learned will directly cross this ridge. At that time, you will be a true saint!"

His eyes were bright and he smiled. "In recent years, you have concentrated on enlightenment. Whether it is Taiwangtian or Yankang, you should not think about it. Don't participate, concentrate on crossing the hurdle that I can't cross."

Yankang Guoshi said it was.

The two sat opposite each other on the altar.

Tai Huangtian. The Mozu City.

Yucheng was originally one of the sixty-four gods of Taihuangtian. After falling into the hands of the Mozu, it was transformed by Datun. I don’t know how many Mozus live here to create various demon statues and magic palaces.

It belongs to the hinterland of the Mozu territory, and it is the place that fell into the hand of the Mozu earlier. Therefore, there are many Mozu, and the influence of the Terran is hard to touch here.

The Mozu in this place is also living and working in peace. There are also demon gods guarding the city, and they have captured the enslavement. I don’t know how many people, and the people are slaves to serve the Mozu, so they are rich.

When Chixi was transported to this place, the traditional festival of the Mozu was in the city of Yucheng. The countless Mozu in the city carried a head of animal, beat the drums, danced with strange dances, and performed strangely. The exotic rhythm, as well as the four-armed, four-armed and four-breasted witch dancing on the float, swayed and screamed.

Offering sacrifices requires a trip to the city.

The team that sacrificed the animals carried the songs and danced and danced along the city. This will be carried to the high altars in the city. On the altar is a statue of the demon god, smiling and looking at the hilarious scene of the tribe.

At this time, the strong young men and women of the Mozu will take their livestock and compete to climb the altar and offer their own sacrifices to the demon.

The first one to take the animal to the altar was a great glory.

There are more than one team to sacrifice, but hundreds of thousands of Mozu families in the city compete with each other, so it is extremely lively.

A ray of light descended from the sky, and Chixi descended on one of the altars.

"The old Yin goods dare to count me!"

His voice was like thunder, shaking the hot festival of sacrifice, all the demons stopped, and countless lights fell on Chixi.

The demon **** on the altar is laughing, ready to seize the sacrifices offered by the young people in the family. Chixi suddenly appears, and he is not expected.

At the foot of Chixi, the transmission rune formed by the radiance of the light is gradually faded, and his three heads are slowly raised and looked in all directions.

"Devil!"

The sergeant of the Red Ming era suddenly became angry, and the three heads made an earth-shattering roar: "The Devil -"

"My people have crossed the hundreds of millions of stars with me and jumped over the death zone. I have come to the ancestral land after a lot of hardships! It is the Mozu-"

"It’s the Mozu who can’t help but say, kill our planet! Kill my people and destroy my race!”

His dry, yellow hair fluttered like thousands of tens of thousands of yellow swords, sweeping in all directions. The attack was only a moment, in all directions, and the square was full of wings. All the demons were holding their throats.

Someone raised his hand and looked at his palm. He was warm and **** in the palm of his hand.

Someone bowed and the head suddenly slipped from the neck and fell.

In front of the altar, the tall style of a float is a colorful canopy, the canopy slowly slips, and the incision is neat. A house suddenly tilted, the roof slowly moved, and it fell to the ground, making a loud bang.

Then, the roofs of the main halls slide down, and the roofs of the houses also slide down.

Within a hundred feet, a skull fell to the ground, and a cavity of blood spewed.

Numerous bloods and blood were turned into red lines from their chambers and flew to Chixi.

On the altar where Akashi landed, the demon **** escaped his attack. Seeing this scene can not help but crack, roaring, and the detective grabbed two demon soldiers to kill Chixi.

The six arms of Chixi are like violent storms. In a short moment, I attacked and I didn’t know how many records, and I beat the demon gods and shattered them, and beat the demon gods!

The other devils flew from the altars and screamed. One of the devils recognized Chixi, and the screaming sounded: "It is him! It is he who brought those planets to us, Luofutian, who destroyed us Luofu. Heaven, ruined our countless people! It is he who killed our predecessor, King--"

"kill!"

There are countless voices in the city, and the inexhaustible Devils are angry and rushing to kill Chixi.

Soon after, the city was dead.

The red eyes of Chixi are red, and they are breathing heavily. At this time, he has already absorbed enough blood and has recovered to the peak state of the past. It is reasonable to say that he can walk away and stop killing. However, he still keeps killing, killing until the magic city, except for him, there is no one who can stand up!

"I took the tribes and drifted in the stars for thousands of years. For thousands of years, I only found the ancestral land! It is you, killing my people, only me, oh, only me... ..."

He opened his six arms, and the detective grabbed him in all directions. A demon warrior who was broken by his broken mouth flew up and slammed around him, forming a huge metal ball.

The three heads of Chixi fired, refining and smashing the fragments of these demon gods, burning and melting the sword of six light oranges.

Chixi six-armed knife in hand, looking into the distance, in the distance, more devils came from other magic cities.