Purple mist and white bones in the old palace of Gushan.

In such a lush environment, a strange beauty is reflected.

Perhaps it was because it reached its limit, or perhaps it was because it was because it was because the Taoist was holding a gourd in one hand and covering the tendons in the other hand to check the wound, Tiezhu, the leader of the village who was struggling to support, suddenly moved all the blood qi swelling on the skin to his hands, and roared, and rushed towards the Taoist like a cannonball.

The scene in front of me was extremely strange. As the iron bamboo rushed towards the Taoist, the flesh on his body seemed to melt away from ice and snow, and was swallowed up by the purple clouds and mist.

When he rushed to the Taoist, his waist and abdomen had been completely replaced by white bones. On the waist and abdomen, he was protected by a faint blood and energy, but he could barely maintain his whole look, and his half-human and half-bone look was quite terrifying.

"kill!"

The attack with all his strength is naturally extraordinary. Although the Taoist had already noticed the opponent's movement, his tendons were broken and he could not avoid it. In a critical moment, he could only raise the purple wood gourd in his hand to the top of his head.

"Bang shiny"

Two sounds of crisp and stuffy spread almost at the same time. Perhaps because of excessive force, the half-meter-long sword blessed by blood and energy directly cracked into countless pieces. At the same time, the purple wood gourd carved from unknown material cracked a deep hole at the same time. The rune civilization on it was unstable. After a series of "bang bang" sounds collapsed, the entire gourd was directly annihilated into a ball of blue smoke.

As the purple wood gourd turned into ashes, the purple smoke that spread around suddenly rioted, like a wild horse that had lost its reins. The breeze blew, dissipated.

In just half an incense stick, the entire lobby was clear and empty, except for the white bones scattered everywhere.

"Ahem"

The Taoist, who was disheveled and extremely embarrassed, covered his chest and coughed slightly, and sat on the ground with his butt. His robe could no longer be covered. After a while, he gradually calmed down and cursed angrily, then picked up the ghost banner at his hand and began to display it.

As the Taoist squatted with his hands, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew around him. Immediately, a trace of gray, cold and cold aura erupted from the head on these bones that had just died, and all gathered towards the ghost banner like a swallow returning to the nest.

"It took nearly seven years for Master Dao to come here to make a journey. Finally, he refined this ghost banner."

The Taoist's face was gray, but his expression was extremely excited.

Just as the Taoist cast the spell, the stupid disciple had come close at some point, holding a white porcelain sea bowl in his hand, "The master drinks water."

The Taoist, who had just moved his muscles and was thirsty, heard this, glanced at the silly disciple in front of him, snorted coldly, took the white bowl hard, and started drinking it. He was thinking that when he left a while, he would have lost the result of this silly boy who had no choice but to do anything, so that he would save such a fatal situation in the future.

The Taoist thought secretly, with a bit of murderous intent in his eyes. But the next moment, the Taoist's pupils suddenly widened, and the clear water in his mouth was sprayed out directly. A short dagger was inserted into his chest in the heart vein, and blood splattered the silly disciple holding the dagger in his hand.

After doing all this, the silly disciple laughed, but this time the laughter was filled with an unprecedented sense of brisk joy, and there was no longer the stupidity and silence before.

"you"

"Haha, the master once said that to kill all dangers in the bud in advance, if the master wants to kill his disciple, the disciple can only take the initiative first."

Hearing this, the Taoist could not say a word. His extremely gloomy eyes stared at the strange and familiar disciple in front of him, and a feeling of palpitations grew from the bottom of his heart for no reason.

"You've been pretending to be crazy and stupid?"

After a long time, the evil Taoist slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath and said.

"Yes, otherwise, five years ago, the bandit nest outside Yanzhou Mountain should have died at the hands of the master!"

The silly disciple shook his head and laughed at himself, revealing a sense of vicissitudes that were inconsistent with his age.

"What's your name? You should have just turned three five years ago, right?"

At this moment, the complex emotions in the Taoist tone had been completely restrained, and he spoke with a very calm tone, looking at the disciple in front of him as if he was looking at a freak.

"name?"

Hearing this word, the strange disciple in front of him seemed to become stupid again. After a long time, he took a deep breath, "Kong Laosan!"

The fatherless Kong Fei grew up in an orphanage. When he was three years old, he was adopted by a couple. In the first few years, he was happy. However, when he was eight years old, the couple who had difficulty conceiving had their own children. Kong Fei's status at home plummeted and completely became a servant.

The young and energetic Kong Fei was quite strong and left home with the change he had saved on weekdays and never returned.

Society is a big dye vat, some people are fascinated, some are awake, some are degenerate, some are true. A hundred kinds of life, thousands of endings.

After being young, weak and weak, and having no social experience, Kong Fei, who was eight or nine years old, became a beggar, so he had to eat with a hundred families, competed for food with wild dogs, and tasted the warmth and coldness of the world.

After getting older, the young and strong Kong Fei began to make a living by robbing and became a speed party. Because of his flexible head, fierce temperament, and courage to fight, after several years of development, he slowly gathered seven or eight younger brothers. Just when Kong Fei was excited and was about to do a big fight, reality gave him a heavy blow and was caught in the game.

After being released from prison, Kong Fei, who was middle-aged, no longer had the passionate spirit of his original life. He had never received much education since childhood, nor had he had a skill to live with him. After moving back to society, he began to make a living by stealing children. At the beginning, he had no experience and became a regular visitor in the bureau. After a long time, he mastered some tricks. After learning and studying slowly, the chance of being caught became smaller and smaller, and he became a famous veteran in the world of stealing children.

There is a saying: It is better to steal than to steal, and it is better to cheat than to steal.

Kong Fei, who had passed his destiny, began to be dissatisfied with the small-scale quarrels in the stealing world and developed in the direction of cheating. The three major realms of liars: refer to false as true, refer to true as false, and follow the words.

In order to reach the highest level, Kong Fei also fought hard, psychology, game science, thick black learning, temperament, tasted clothing, current affairs, finance and laws, etc., and worked hard to study more than 30 unique skills, and finally integrated these secrets to reach the supreme state of the world of deceit, and followed the words!

As long as Kong Fei said something, the people around him would unconditionally believe it and believe it without doubt.

In the end, Kong Fei successfully defrauded a boss who was unkind and was about to leave by car. Driven by a trace of conscience, he rescued a girl from the speeding wheel, but he fell in a pool of blood. Eight million in his handbag flew all over the sky, as brilliant as fireworks.

Become a beggar for ten years, and robbed for ten years; be robbed for ten years; be robbed for ten years, and be cheated for ten years.

He was in a state of decline and never did anything good. From a beggar who was scolded by the world, to a famous figure in the liar world; from a cowardly and sensitive child to a calmness of abandoning life and death. In a sense, Kong Fei was also considered a "strong man" for his lifetime.

The moment before his death, Kong Fei thought of a lot, and everything flashed in front of his eyes like a slide. However, when his last gaze met the girl in his arms, the fear of concern, Kong Fei raised a curve to the corner of his mouth and slowly closed his eyes.

It was a shame to end his life like this, but just as Kong Fei's soul left his body and his consciousness was about to disappear, the green-patterned gourd that had been hung under his neck from birth and the size of his finger cover suddenly cracked, and countless dark green rune starlights that were invisible to the naked eye swarmed out from the broken green-patterned gourd, wrapping his soul away without a trace. After awakening his consciousness, he had been a human being for two lifetimes and became a three-year-old baby in this world today.

The family in this life also has a surname Kong. There is also an elder brother, an older sister, and a younger sister, Kong Laosan, who is the name of Kong Fei in this life.

For Kong Fei, who had never truly enjoyed blood and family affection in his previous life, his parents, brothers and sisters in this life were like the gifts of God, and Kong Fei cherished them very much.

However, happiness is always short. At the age of three, Kong Fei, who had just awakened his memories of his previous life, had not had time to enjoy the care of his father, mother, brothers and sisters. A roaring mountain torrent poured down, destroying everything.

In order to save his sister who fell into the water, my father was washed away by the ruthless flood.

In order to survive, my mother took her monk's infant sister to pack up her baggage and went to Hanzhou to join the elder brother who had already started a family and had only met with Kong Laosan.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters are better than natural disasters.

Halfway through the road, I encountered bandits robbing the road. As countless victims fled in panic, they and their mother were dispersed by the panic refugees.

Despite his two lives, his young age has become the biggest constraint on survival. Kong Laosan, who has short arms and short legs, naturally could not escape the desperate refugees. He was caught by the ruthless bandits who chased him and prepared to use them to cut off his heart and make wine.

Perhaps it was because of his fate. On the night when Kong Laosan was caught on the mountain, a vicious Taoist killed him on the mountain, took out a large black banner, and neatly slaughtered the bandits.

Just when Confucius was secretly glad that he thought he was saved, he never thought that this Taoist suddenly became fierce and used his fierceness to attack the children who were caught on the mountain. He slapped them one by one. After a while, the dozen or so children who were originally locked up were left with only one Kong Laosan who was hiding in the end.

The Taoist in front of him was obviously not a good person. The reason why he ran to the bandit's nest was probably to practice some kind of evil technique. Just as the Taoist raised his hand to finish Kong Laosan, Kong Laosan made a quick decision and suddenly knelt in front of the Taoist, holding the other person's thigh and shouting "Master". In order to please the other person, he even carried the ghost banner with two heads in front of him, looking stupid and stupid, but he was extremely lucky to escape from the Taoist's hands.

Since then, Kong Laosan has been walking around the world with Taoist people. The reason why he did not escape immediately was that he was young and he might encounter irreversible dangers when he left rashly. On the other hand, he was also curious about the identity of Taoist "cultivator". He just wanted to steal some knowledge while ensuring his life was safe.
Chapter completed!