A mediocre ordinary person has been famous for a hundred years for a poem, and is known to all women and children in the Central Plains.

"The water in Taohuatan is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun gives me love."

One hundred and fifty years ago, Li Bai, a lay Buddhist in Qinglian, passed through Huizhou, Jiangnan, and Wang Lun was very entertained and became famous for giving poems.

After that, the Wang family claimed to be a family of poetry and books. As a concubine, Wang Hepeng was not favored by the family and had no talent for poetry and articles. He was ridiculed by the clan since he was a child.

When do you start to learn to be selfish?

It should be when he was twelve years old. He spent half a month writing a seven-character poem that he considered outstanding and nervously walked into his father's house.

I remember that the boy was in a state of ups and downs at that time, and he was holding the corner of his clothes and walking down his head along the way. He hoped and even prayed to get his father's appreciation so that he could improve the days when the mother and son were struggling to live in poverty.

Ruya's father stood under the loquat tree in front of the courtyard. When he saw the unpromising concubine's son, he turned his face and walked towards the depths of the courtyard.

Wang He still remembers that the sunlight casts the branches of the loquat tree on his father's body. The clear shadows were like pieces of ice that hurt his eyes. At this moment, I still feel the coldness soaked my bones.

From that day on, he never cared about other people's opinions.

When his mother died, Wang He wore a Taoist robe and traveled around the world. He also carried the nickname of being cold and rude, and gradually became the first monk of the Middle Zodiac in China.

The spiritual energy of China is too thin, and shallow water is destined to be unable to accommodate the carp looking at the dragon gate.

So he left.

He walked into the abyss of barbarians with his new name remembering Jiangnan, and also into the surging insults of the Chinese people.

What was wrong?

How can you be wrong when you live for yourself?

Memories linger in my mind, I Jiangnan looked up at the shaking cross, and also stared at the excited faces of the old monsters.

When did beliefs begin to shake?

Perhaps the tragic situation of the people in the Central Plains has become the achievements of praise and showing off in the holy city, perhaps the tragic tragedy of the lonely city for sixty years, or perhaps the unrestrained determination of millions of heroic troops to overcome the national crisis.

He believed that it was at this moment that the lonely soul figure was using flesh and blood to create crazy behaviors that were unprecedented and unparalleled.

When a nation is alive and dead, it is possible to fall into the abyss at any time. Ordinary people should not be able to keep themselves alone, let alone those with ability?

boom!

The hanging cross casts blood light under the attention of the crowd, and at the same time, a waterfall-like sound of pine waves burst out:

"The sin of anger!"

"The sin of anger!"

"The sin of anger!"

The sound lasts for a long time.

When the blood light roars like a bloody beast's mouth, everything is silent.

The first six counts of seven deadly crimes—

Glut eating.

Lazy.

greedy.

arrogant.

envy.

Lust.

The demon has no such weakness of human nature!

How to judge death if something that never exists?

But when the "sin of anger" resounds throughout the holy city, both the people and the practitioners feel relieved, and they are as excited as if they are imprisoned in a death row and encounter freedom once they encounter.

Angry, he can't escape!

If you are not angry, how can you start a massacre in a holy city? How can you slaughter the people and seek justice?

But just before they thought they had succeeded, the picture suddenly changed.

"How could I become impulsive after all my life? It's so stupid..." Yi Jiangnan squirmed his lips gently.

The sound was low and backward, and suddenly exploded!

A roar was like the light thunder in the Jingzhe!

I remember Jiangnan’s five fingers clenched their fists and rushed up to the ground.

The energy spread from the fist to the entire arm, and then to the shoulders, gradually covered with Taoist qi patterns that thunder and lightning wandered.

This punch is brilliant!

This punch is bright and fearless!

"presumptuous!"

"No!"

Hysterical horror, creepy roar.

A series of surging murderous intent swept over, recalling that Jiang Nan's wrist was clenching his fist and broke, but the shadow of the fist had already hit the blood light.

Blood sprinkled all over the sky, and the Taoist priest fell to the ground like a broken wood, just smiling and looking up at the invisible blood light that disappeared and the fragmented cross ghost statue.

He knew he could do it.

The abyss condenses the seven sects of sinful ghost statues. Not only the land gods, but all the saints are involved, and there are traces of qi in it.

If you touch a wisp of energy that belongs to him, you will naturally smash it.

The whole city is silent.

The originally excited faces became shocked in an instant, and the sudden change was like God ruthlessly depriving them of hope.

Gu Chang'an stood quietly, looking at the figure lying in a pool of blood, unable to curb the sadness, and the figure of Gao Chaoen in the past gradually overlapped with it.

"An ungrateful beast!" The old purple-haired monster was crazy, and his index finger was like a hundred-foot python, which poured into the lifeline of the Taoist priest's seven orifices.

"brute!

"He was so angry that he let out a roar that was shaking the sky and the earth.

In order to completely destroy the lonely soul, the abyss spent a year of energy to gather the power of the saints to condense the ghost statue of God.

All the hard work is ruined!

All efforts were wasted!

Burial in the hands of traitors!

How can you not be angry?

"Remembering Jiangnan, how did the empire let you down?"

A strong emotion storm hit the Tuoba world like a mountain pressing down on the top.

Her hands became numb, her blood clotted, and her heart suffocated, as if a sharp knife pierced her chest, and all her internal organs were broken!

Just a little bit, the haze that enveloped the empire will disappear.

Thousands of monks looked hateful, and only blamed themselves for not crushing the bones of traitors and gnawing on the flesh and blood of traitors!

Remembering Jiangnan, has the empire treated you harshly?

No!

I have never received the medal of glory, and I have no way to talk about the merits, but I have many castle locations that practitioners have dreamed of, and have been practicing for twenty years!

Did the Empire threaten you?

No!

You said you didn’t want to hurt the homeland of the Central Plains, but the abyss never gave you a task!

A complete beast!

The Taoist priest's seven orifices were bleeding, and before the army was relieved, he stood firmly, erasing the blood from the corners of his eyes and whispered:

"Sorry, those twenty years were the most comfortable years in my life."

Several land gods have veins bulged, and a talented practitioner can advance to land gods within eight years. What kind of scenery on earth can compare to heaven?

"I'm sorry for you, but you have caused trouble to every household in the Central Plains."

Yi Jiangnan just coughed a few times, just like a normal person, and he smiled self-deprecatingly:

"Actually, our nation is very strange. It has been ten years of internal struggle and likes to divide the Chu people, Shu people, Yan people by region. Once the fight starts, there will be irreconcilable enemies. Even the tombs of the ancestors of the enemies must be dig out. It is such a funny nation and absurd homeland."

"But when you invade, you can only hear one sentence in the entire land of China - Mangou, I can go to your mother."

Yi Jiangnan's body began to stagger, and his smile became stronger and stronger. He continued:

"It's funny. Maybe this is the reason why the Chinese nation has been passed down to this day. The idea of ​​not being able to die has been rooted in the blood."
To be continued...