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In the main hall of Fahua Temple, Dong Xin'er's willow eyebrows are straight, her silver teeth are clenched, and the long sword in her hand is flying up and down, reflecting the silver light in the sky, the light is bright and dazzling.

Fang Ziruo is holding a brush, the silver light on the tip of the pen flashes, the slightest light condenses the true meaning of Confucianism, and the spirit of Haoran lasts forever, immortal.

"Hmph, if it weren't for the damn fishing drum bad thing, you two would still be so arrogant?"

The charming woman snorted coldly, and her long sleeves like water swayed at will, like a snake and a dragon, blocking in front of her, no matter what Dong Xin'er and Fang Ziruo did, they were immovable, as steady as Mount Tai.

Compared with the two in front of her, she was very afraid of the fishing drum floating in mid-air.

The fishing drum bloomed with the blue light of the debut, and a mysterious sound sounded out of thin air, condensing into a lotus, golden bell, relics, and so on.

To the horror of the charming woman, the sound of the fishing drum seemed to have an incredible power, and every time she heard it, she felt her scalp tingle and tremble all over.

That is, no one controls the fishing drum now, otherwise, the bewitching woman would have fled. Even so, she had to devote seven of her energy to staring at the fishing drum to prevent unexpected changes.

The corners of Dong Xin'er's goose yellow long skirt were flying, but her voice was cold and piercing: "Brother Ziruo, this woman is really a demon." ”

Fang Ziruo was holding a huge pen and a silver hook iron painting, and his expression was also unusually dignified: "Yes, it is indeed a demon in the mountains." ”

There was a faint black light from the center of the eyebrows of the mysterious woman in front of her, and the runes flickered, exuding a powerful aura. If Fang Ziruo was born in a famous family and was familiar with the scriptures, he naturally knew that the woman in front of him was not a human being, but the incarnation of a demon in the mountains.

Heaven and earth creatures, the creation of all things.

Whether it is mountains, rivers, plants, or beasts and birds, under the creation of chance, it is possible to give birth to spirituality, open wisdom, and become a spirit in the mouth of the world.

Fang Ziruo is no stranger to spirits, and his mentor once personally took action to suppress a demon that was rampant and harmed the people, causing her to disappear directly. I don't know how many times, when I dreamed back at midnight, Fang Ziruo would remember the scene where his mentor was holding a Haoran long sword, and his righteousness was agitated, killing the demon in one fell swoop, and countless people cheered. Every time, Fang Ziruo always fantasized that it would be good if he had encountered a demon at that time, in that way, he would become a hero in the hearts of the people, and it would be passed on by word of mouth, and maybe it could be written into notes by literati and passed down through the ages.

It wasn't until today that he encountered the real demon that Fang Ziruo knew how ridiculous his fantasies were. The other party comes and goes like the wind, light as nothing, but a pair of water sleeves is heavier than a thousand jun, and every collision makes it extremely uncomfortable for him. If it weren't for the other party's fear of the jade ruler on the altar, he and Xin'er would have been swallowed alive by the other party.

"There is no need to retreat, there is no need to retreat, fight. ”

Under heavy pressure, Fang Ziruo also got up decisively, let out a long whistle, took out a page of manuscript from his arms, and offered it in the air.

The manuscript spontaneously combusted without fire, and the large characters appeared in the void, the words were beady, bright and vast.

In the blink of an eye, the text condensed into a splendid article, telling about the righteousness of heaven and earth, which is vast and vast, filling the world and the earth.

The words float in the air, blooming with boundless light.

Faintly, a great Confucian in high-crowned ancient clothes came across the millennium, with long sleeves fluttering, telling the truth and educating sentient beings.

"Ah, the moral essay of the Great Confucian. ”

The delicate woman changed color, and her beautiful eyes were filled with fear.

The true great Confucian wisdom is accessible, and the spirit of Haoran is immeasurable. According to the classics, the aura above the head of the Great Confucian can be condensed into a spring, which can be displayed in the void.

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The manuscripts of the articles of the Great Confucianism are all the true meaning of the Confucian exposition of the principles of heaven and earth and the principles of human ethics. And the goblins usually go against the norms of human ethics and do whatever it takes, and the aura of Haoran is really their nemesis.

From ancient times to the present, I don't know how many evil demons and demons have died under the heroic aura of Confucianism, and their souls are scattered, which is a great terror.

The charming woman really didn't expect that two ant-like characters would have such a treasure at the bottom of the box.

"Out. ”

The charming woman was also ruthless, she screamed, dug down the black rune in the center of her eyebrows, and didn't care about the blood in her eyebrows, she opened her mouth and spewed out a bloody arrow, all of which fell on the runes.

The wind is blowing, the ghosts are crying and the wolves are howling, the darkness is coming, and the bloody wind and rain are raining.

The jet-black runes swelled up as they absorbed the essence blood, and in the blink of an eye, tentacle-like roots stretched out and pierced into the void.

The roots were thick and thick, with bulges on them, constantly wriggling, as if something terrible was about to struggle out and destroy the world.

Feeling the evil and ruin of the roots in the void, the moral articles hanging down in the hall lit up one by one, and in the endless light, a great Confucian phantom with a simple face and a scroll in his hand walked out slowly, square and square, and just without desire.

At the feet of the Great Confucian, Haoran righteousness gathered into an unstoppable torrent, washed down, and any footsteps that blocked the progress of history were all abandoned.

Confucianism represents righteousness, history, and the general trend.

The invincible roots, which originally seemed to be strong, disappeared under the impact of this general trend.

"Huhu, this demon has finally been solved. ”

Fang Ziruo sat on the ground all of a sudden, gasping for breath, stirring up this moral article, almost exhausting all his energy.

"A demon who ran out of nowhere, fortunately we spent a lot of effort to get this page of the Great Confucian manuscript, otherwise, it would have been in vain. ”

Dong Xin'er was drenched in sweat, and the goose yellow dress on her body tightly wrapped her beautiful figure, \u5

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The thought of the moral essay that she had just used up couldn't help but ache in her flesh. You must know that the real Confucian manuscripts can be used to suppress the luck of the family, and they are truly priceless and immeasurable. This page of manuscript is also a page that she spent a lot of energy and a junior disciple of a great Confucian, and it took a lot of money to borrow it. It's even more distressing to use it all at once than to cut meat with a knife.

"Fortunately, the treasure of Fahua Temple is in hand, as long as we really embark on the path of immortality, what is the manuscript of the Great Confucian. “

Turning around and seeing the pill gourd, fishing drum, and silver box floating on the altar, Dong Xin'er's heart was immediately filled with joy. As long as there is a way of immortality, the Great Confucian manuscripts can be regarded as making the best use of things.

Thinking of this, Dong Xin Eryu stretched out her hand and grabbed the three treasures of the fishing drum, the pill gourd and the silver box on the altar.

"Xin'er, the things are in hand, let's leave quickly. ”

If Fang Ziruo stood up and took Dong Xin'er's slippery and soft little hand, he was about to leave this place of right and wrong.

Now the most important thing for them is to digest the harvest of this trip, and stay here any longer, in case of any accidents, it is really too late to cry.

"If you want to leave, it's so naïve, dare to hurt me, you have to let you beg for death today. ”

Before the two of them could act, a voice full of resentment suddenly sounded, and a gust of yin wind blew, cold and biting, and the ghost cried wolf, as if coming to the Shura Palace.

"You are?"

Fang Ziruo and Dong Xin'er were startled when they saw the person blocking the two of them.

The person in front of him, with red lips and white teeth, a face like a peach blossom, a bewitching figure, and a moving demeanor, is no different from the demon who just died. The only difference is that the person standing in the way is a man, and his Adam's apple is clearly visible.

A man, and a man who is almost indistinguishable from a demon, Rao is Fang Ziruo and Dong Xin'er are calm and decisive, and they can't help but have a numb scalp.

"Good, good, good, you dare to destroy my other spirit, it's really a sin that deserves death. ”

Yang Qianye's teeth rattled, and the anger in her heart rolled in, eager to burn the two people in front of her to ashes.

Originally, in his eyes, Fang Ziruo and Dong Xin'er were like ants, anyway, the mountains were very boring, just playing cat and mouse to have fun. What I never expected was that the other party actually had such a treasure as a Confucian manuscript, and if he was not careful, the spirit body that he had been cultivating for hundreds of years directly turned into green smoke.

That is, he was hermaphroditic, and at a critical moment, he escaped, otherwise, this time he would have to die.

Thinking that stealing chickens and rice would not be successful, and in the end, he would lose the spirit body that he had been cultivating for hundreds of years, and his strength would be greatly damaged, and Yang Qianye's whole person exploded.

"Soul seducing, upside down**. ”

A long chant came out of his mouth, and his orchid-like crystalline fingers bloomed, and runes flew out one by one, turning into a rain of flowers falling from the sky, colorful and gorgeous.

The refreshing fragrance rippled out, and the whole temple turned into a pink world, and the pictures of naked **, men and women **** opened from mid-air, and there were moans, gasps, and collisions, one after another, hooking people down.

"Not good. ”

Fang Ziruo and Dong Xin'er knew that it was not good, but after the battle, they had no strength, so they could only watch themselves being pulled into the pink trap and struggle.

"Hmph, being able to enjoy the ** fragrance that I have cultivated for hundreds of years is your blessing. ”

Yang Qianye was half-lying on the cloud couch, the pearl curtain hung down, the golden lamp hung on the corner, and the treasure light was like rain.

With the first lesson, Yang Qianye's shot this time was the ** aroma he had cultivated for the longest time, making the two of them completely unable to turn over.

**Aroma, also known as soul hooking incense, is a strange fragrance extracted by Yang Qianye who spent a hundred years looking for obscene items in the world and refining it through a secret technique. In addition, Yang Qianye is even more cultivated day and night through guò's own true qi, making it to a higher level. It can be said that the **aroma is more domineering than the most powerful **** in the world, and ordinary people will fall into an endless **** environment as long as they smell a trace of it, and they will be slaughtered by others.

This is a real killer feature, and it is also a strong protection for Yang Qianye to survive in this complex deep mountain. If it weren't for the anger in his heart to ten points, he would really be reluctant to use such a precious incense on the two juniors. Such a baby, but use a little less.

"Hmph, it's not without gains. ”

Half-lying on the cloud couch, Yang Qianye's eyes swept over the two people who were lost in the illusion, and the sound of dry laughter was full of **** and ****.