"Ho~"

Xiao Hua roared and released the demonic form.

"Boom~"

The tribulation thunder fell, Xiao Hua's demonic phase and blood light exploded, 13200 thunder threads frantically slayed the blood light, and Xiao Hua laughed, not only activating the method of forming the sky and casting the soul, but also activating the Hongmeng Tianyan Jue

, start dancing around the world!

Xiao Hua has long known about the perversion of demon cultivators, but he really has to face 13,200 calamity clouds, one, two, three... or even 13,200 calamity thunders. Xiao Hua

Hua himself felt that there was no way he could live this life.

Not to mention that as Xiao Hua went deeper into the Tribulation Cloud, Xiao Hua could no longer sense his own shadow, which made Xiao Hua even more heartbroken. He had accumulated countless shadows for countless years, and all of them were lost in one day.

Xiao Hua's Demonic Form's cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and it is impossible to break through without external force. Now with the Tribulation Thunder, Hongmeng Tianyan Jue has made further progress again, and the golden devil between Xiao Hua's Demonic Appearance's eyebrows has become clearer and even deeper.

, Xiao Hua knew that this was the prototype of his future demon mark, so he paid more attention and deliberately guided the tribulation thunder to strike directly. I don’t know how long it took, and I don’t know how many tribulation thunders struck, and a giant was born again within the demon mark.

space!

"Brush~"

When a tribulation thunder struck, the world suddenly became silent. Xiao Hua flew high as usual, preparing to meet the next tribulation cloud and thunder.

Unexpectedly, as he was flying, the calamity cloud above his head looked like a barrier, blocking Xiao Hua life and death.

"oh?"

Xiao Hua was stunned, stopped, and said in confusion, "Could it be that he has passed through the thunder tribulation?"

At the moment when Xiao Hua's figure stopped, "Buzz~", the calamity clouds around him began to change suddenly, and all the calamity clouds rushed in front of Xiao Hua, condensing into a golden barrier, and when Xiao Hua's eyes fell on the barrier,

At the moment, "bang", the thunder in the calamity cloud fell on the golden barrier like a miraculous craftsmanship. As the nine-colored glow began to condense where the thunder fell, it finally turned into large characters with iron hooks and silver strokes.

"I...I'm going~"

Xiao Hua didn't pay attention to the big characters of the golden barrier. He just looked at the lightning and said in surprise, "Isn't this the situation Xiao encountered in 'Silent'?"

And when Xiao Hua's eyes fell on the golden barrier, he burst into tears again.

"A certain layman from Qinchuan, whose name has been lost in the world and forgotten his surname. But the Fu Qian seal does not record "Qinchuan", "Shi Zangsheng", so he calls himself Qinchuan layman. A certain scholar is well-educated and good at writing, and his conduct is high and pure. He has a broad-minded nature and a sexual habit.

Landscapes, one may travel in a small boat in the rivers and lakes when the reeds and white duckweeds are yellow; one may play the strings and sing in the twilight when the poplars are green and red; one may visit the monks in search of the Tao and sit in seclusion on the barren mountains and wild waters.

Or he would invite his friends to drink with him in a cave in the mountains and forests, but their comings and goings would be sudden and their whereabouts unpredictable. Therefore, the poems, calligraphy and painting of the lay people were all natural and wonderful.

In the mid-winter of Xin Mao, a certain man moved from Anhui to Fujian and built a Chenjie Pavilion to collect books from all over the world, both ancient and modern. It was a great success. He said to himself, "'My husband has thousands of volumes of books, so why pretend to have hundreds of cities in the south?' The ancients are honest and don't deceive me!"

"

In the apricot moon of Gengzi, the layman has lost his wife, and the thoughts of Wutong in the mid-autumn period have become more and more sad, and he has stopped playing happily for a long time. He can't travel by Shouxi. Riwei lives in Yuanlong's building a hundred feet high, and he has not rashly connected with the world for twenty-one years. The only companions are books and

Wine. I am especially fond of books on cultivation and health preservation such as Yi Zang, Confucian Zang, Taoist Zang, and Buddhist Zang. I want to continue the love of love through longevity.

On the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month of the Yang lunar month, old friends invited each other with wine, and the lay people were drunk and singing songs. Unexpectedly, they returned to the Lotus Pond of Shou River, where their deceased wife, Mao Mao, was staying with her in the old place. It was like waking up from a dream, and she shed tears in mourning.

The sound of the exhaustion has the resentment of the other cranes. The layman sees the Cui Wei and Lin Lan in Beishan, the mountains and rivers are as they were yesterday, the human relationship is not the same, and the rustle is like other people's world.

Later in the Ming Dynasty, I met an immortal at Jiantai and obtained the secret of the Supreme Purple Emperor. It traveled all over the tombs of Yuanyuan and the universe, and traced its traces to the stars and heavens. It also crossed into the Dragon Realm, entered the Wangchuan River, passed through Jizhu, and entered Luofu. During this period, there were ten deaths and nine lives.

For those who have reached the end of their road, there are countless ways to deal with it. It is a pity that they cannot find Zhou Qi again and investigate the mystery of the missing soul in the hometown.

Today, Ji Zhi is like a dead man, and the star field is subject to another prophecy. The Confucian scholar Qinchuan, for his own sake, is unable to save the day and undo Ji Zhi's decline. I would like to express my spirit to allow the nine buds, the two leaves of the katydid, and the beautiful feathers.

The image of Emperor Qiang prays on the bank of Qiang, in the sun of Qiaoshan Mountain. It is almost decorated with the green seal of Qingci to support Jin Hui's glory. The elixir table is clear and the leaves hold the bead bag, playing it to the sky, leaving a little bit of Ji Zhi.

Like a thread of life, it is ready to be completed by those who come later. His words are:

Turtles and cranes in Xunchi offer auspiciousness at the beginning, the energy of heaven and earth is five-five, and the number of yin and yang is nine-nine. Therefore, after nine-nine and eighty-one luck, five-five returns to the number twenty-five. The number is related to life, and life is related to Tao. Tao is not

Yicheng feels the good fortune;

The phoenix of Ao'an is auspicious again, the sex of male and female is sixty-six, the phase of heaven and earth is seventy-seven, and the seventy-seven and forty-nine sounds are finished, the sixty-six also become three hundred and six dusts, the dust is born from nothing, there is no spirit in the wonderful, wonderful

The harmony of Changfa and Wuluo will last forever."

After reading it, Xiao Hua secretly said: "It turns out that this senior who has seen the dragon is called Qinchuan Jushi. I first read his poems, and today I read his autobiography. There is no doubt that the thoughts between the lines are for his deceased wife. Such feelings are really real.

Let Xiao be admired."

"Junior Xiao Hua~"

Xiao Hua bowed his head towards the golden barrier and said respectfully, "I have met the layman Qinchuan."

Unfortunately, Xiao Hua shouted twice but saw no movement. Xiao Hua was so surprised that he tried to use his thoughts to investigate again but failed.

"What do you mean~"

Xiao Hua, the second monk, was confused. He could only look at the words in his self-report and thought to himself, "Is this just a show off of his literary talents by layman Qinchuan, or is it something he left behind before his death?"

However, when Xiao Hua saw the "Dead Wife Mao Mao" in the autobiography again, he felt his immortal body startled and was shocked on the spot because he thought of the strange things that his Taixuan Ancient Dragon clone encountered in his dream escape.

"Mao Mao!!"

"Isn't he the one who brought Xiao's Taixuan ancient dragon clone to the Ninth Star Ruins?"

"Of course, layman Qinchuan's Maomao has died, but this Maomao is still in the upper realm. Is this just the same name?"

"Moreover, that Maomao is also looking for a solution to the three-life divine calamity. It seems to be similar to the Qinchuan layman who is looking for the soul of his dead wife!"

"Ouch, that's not right~"

Xiao Hua just thought of this, but his eyes fell on the last two couplets of the preface. He whispered, "There is something strange about this couplet. The turtles and cranes in the Xunchi first offer auspiciousness, the energy of heaven and earth is five and five, and the number of yin and yang is nine and nine.

Therefore, after ninety-nine and eighty-one fortunes, the number five and five will return to the number twenty-five. The number is related to life, and life is related to the Tao. The Tao is worthy of the good fortune, Issei feels..."

Xiao Hua muttered to himself and read it several times. He turned his eyes and sent the body of time away, and the pupils between his eyebrows opened.

"Boom~"

The green light of Tai Tong fell on the first couplet, Xiao Hua felt his eyes flashing, the surrounding world roared, and he fell into a secret realm!

"How can there be a secret realm of heaven here?"

Xiao Hua was surprised and quickly looked around. While looking, he secretly thought, "Is it an exit? Or is it an inherited secret technique??"

But seeing that this is an auspicious place where turtles and cranes dance, the heaven and earth are filled with rich luck. Under Xiao Hua is a jade sea that looks like light and shadow are overflowing with rosy light. Every piece of beautiful jade is a drop of water, and the jade jingles jingle.

, as if playing the most beautiful music in the world.

Xiao Hua wanted to watch again, and there was a pleasant sound among the jade stones:

"The number of qi is used to record the transformation of life."

“Everything has energy and number, and everything is changing when it is created.”

"The universe is extending, and all things are changing. If there is Qi, there will be numbers. The heavenly stems are counted as ten, the earthly branches are counted as twelve, and the river map is like this. After that, eight out of ten changes will make the eighty-one wonderful, and the Luo Shu is like this."

…

"Hetu?"

"Luo Shu??"

Xiao Hua's eyes lit up, as if he thought of something, and he began to mutter silently in his heart, "The energy of heaven and earth is five to five, and the number of yin and yang is nine to nine..."

As the voice recited, it combined with the feelings in Xiao Hua's heart, "Boom, boom, boom~" Within the Jade Sea, the jade stones shattered and turned into a stream of luck rising from the sky. Each of these lucks has its own color and momentum.

, when the whole world was enveloped by this dragon-like luck, Xiao Hua's immortal body trembled, his eyes shone, and he whispered: "This... this is the secret skill of luck among Confucian cultivators!!"

"No, no, it could be the Hongyun Formation that reverses luck!"

Xiao Hua did not dare to neglect, he immediately stared at the countless fortunes in the world, and carefully studied the secrets within.

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