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Vol 2 Chapter 917: Fenglei 2 protector, a lesson from the history of the Ming Dynasty

A few days later.

"There is a big bag" inside the bun shop.

Xiu'er went to Ping'an Temple again to deliver buns.

The old man hung out a small wooden sign with a smile.

-"Closed today".

A group of office workers addicted to eating steamed buns left heartbroken.

Soon after the crowd dispersed,

At the end of the street, a young woman wearing a goose yellow plain skirt and a layer of tulle on her face walked slowly towards this end.

Although the woman is masked and can't see her face clearly, but when she walks, she twists her hips and swings her waist, and she is full of charm. Along the way, the fragrant wind curls, attracting the eyes of all passers-by. For an instant, there was silence on both sides of the street.

I saw a white snake-shaped collar wrapped around the woman's snow-white neck, and the snake head's pupils were faintly bloody, lifelike, which made people shudder.

The woman came to the bun shop under the attention of all the people.

The old man, who was closing his eyes and resting, suddenly opened his eyes, his figure moved, and he walked out of the shop strangely, and he walked to the counter in the blink of an eye.

"Friends come from far away."

The old man looked at the masked woman and said something for no reason.

The woman replied in a low voice: "...Even if it is far away, it will be punishable."

"Oh, come in."

The old man opened the curtain and let the woman inside.

The silent streets flowed again.

Someone speculates whether that beauty is the righteous daughter from where the owner of the bun shop received it, which is really a blessing.

Many wealthy businessmen are rich and few, and their hearts are even more eager.

They have simple ideas and want to be relatives with the owner of the bun shop.

Shop inside.

The masked woman without anyone else took off her veil to reveal her delicate face. She narrowed her smile, knelt down on one knee in front of the two elders, lowered her head, and whispered: "The thirteenth generation guardian disciple of the Moluo Temple, Li Qianqian, I have seen the wind protector and thunder protector."

Inside the room, the old woman who washed the flour on her hands cleaned her hands and chuckled in a dumb voice: "Exposed?"

Li Qianqian didn't dare to get up, still lowered his head, and said helplessly, "Heifengshahai and his party, the Sword Sect leader became suspicious of his subordinates that day."

The two old women in the room, after a moment of silence, the old man shook his head: "It's okay, this is a chess that Lord Mo Luo accidentally dropped, one and a half. The outcome is unpredictable."

The old woman said: "I heard that in the Heavenly Sword Gate, Lord Mo Luo still has a son..."

Old man: "But the true identity of this nail is unknown to everyone except Lord Moruo."

"Regarding this matter, the disciple has something important to report," Li Qianqian raised his head. He talked about Lin Yi in Men Nei, and told the truth about Lin Yi in the black wind and sand. , She is 90% sure that Lin Yi is another "detailed writer" in Tianjianmen:

"It is said that the person assigned by Lord Moruo is proficient in disguising and shrinking bones, and can even change age, appearance, and gender. It stands to reason that it is absolutely impossible to enter the Golden Core Realm."

The old woman frowned suddenly and wondered: "You said this person is indeed weird, but if it is really ours, how can he be so sharp?"

The old man closed his eyes. After a long time, he suddenly opened them. The moment he opened his eyes, he said forcefully: "High!"

Li Qianqian didn't dare to get up, but looked at Feng Guardian in amazement, not knowing what he meant by "high".

"High! High! High! What a move to advance as retreat! Now the old man believes a little bit more!" The wind protector twisted his beard, slightly narrowed his turbid eyes, and said with a smile: "You, me, and she all think, if There is a ghost in your heart, and it is impossible to be so sharp, but he did show it, and this kind of action has become a trick! It just happens that you take the initiative to escape and expose your identity. identity of."

"Guardian Wind, you mean, Lin Yiguo is really a member of my Mo Luo Palace?"

Li Qianqian was uncertain.

"Eight out of ten."

The two old men thought about it, and the more they thought about it, the more they faced each other.

"For thousands of years, the old immortality of the Heavenly Sword Gate has checked and balanced each other with Lord Mo Luo. She will not die for a day, and the Heavenly Sword Gate will be like the sun and the moon, and her arrogance is hard to dissipate. She couldn't come in her true body either, it can be seen that she at this moment has been unable to leave the Heaven of Heaven Sword Gate."

The three said a few words in the small bun shop, almost realizing Lin Yi's spy status.

Li Qianqian followed Lin Yi and others all the way to Qingdu, in order to report to the two guardians that Lin Yi, Jian Nanchun, and Xia Xiaoman had come to Qingdu.

The identity of the spy has been exposed, and staying in the Heavenly Sword Gate will consume his life in vain. It is better to take the initiative to flee, continue to use the residual heat, and contribute to the Demon Luo Temple is the kingly way.

After talking about Lin Yi,

Li Qianqian frowned, and then carefully told about the strange man who grew up with the vine in the black wind and sand sea.

The wind guardian and the thunder guardian know far more secrets than Li Qianqian knows. They glanced at each other abruptly, and they all saw an unquenchable horror in the eyes of the other party.

Old woman: "It was three thousand years ago..."

Old man: "Impossible. If a monk from three thousand years ago, how could he live to the present?"

Everyone thinks it is impossible.

But the battle between the righteous and demons three thousand years ago, although the younger generation did not know it, the older generation had learned the relevant history, such as personal experience, and the memory is still fresh.

In the Demon Temple, taking this as a precept, it is said that even those in the Demon Sect cannot be as arrogant as Old Demon Zhang, otherwise they will end in a miserable end that cannot be tolerated by the three realms of the Righteous Demon Buddha.

Li Qianqian looked at the solemn expressions of the two uncles and aunts, and secretly said that there was something tricky here.

When she was wondering whether to ask more, a cheerful laugh came from outside the door.

Xiu Er returned from dating.

Gu "You stay in Qingdu, if you have something important, the old man and two will contact you."

Guardian Feng waved his hand, he didn't want Xiu'er to know their true identity, and drove Li Qianqian away.

Although Li Qianqian was puzzled, she didn't dare to ask more and left quietly.

She stood outside and watched an amateur girl enter the steamed bun shop with her own eyes. The two guardians of Fenglei, whose hands were stained with unexplained blood and the discoloration of ordinary disciples in the Moluo Temple, suddenly changed their faces and became two kind old men. The parents made Li Qianqian who was secretly watching outside the shop, so surprised that his mouth opened into an "O" shape, round and slippery.

In the end, she shook her head helplessly, and did not understand the meaning of the two guardians' pretending to be here, and finally left the "Rong Nai Da" steamed bun shop.

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on the other hand.

Yi Lin sneaked into Tianxuan Academy late every night.

It took a month.

Finally, I wrote down all three hundred and seventy-five historical annals and biographies related to history.

It stands to reason that if it were more interesting knowledge, Yi Lin would not take that long.

But this history is too boring, whoever knows it.

In the past, Yi Lin's liberal arts grades were average.

He is not interested.

However, in the boring process of memorizing history books, Yi Lin was equivalent to reading the entire history of the Qijue Empress after her departure.

The age of the Qijue Empress is called the Antiquity.

In ancient times, high-level gas refiners emerged in endlessly. Anyone who came here could change the earth's crust and cause landslides and tsunamis.

At that time, there was no concept of a country, only tribes and villages.

The two most powerful tribes, one is called "Chi" and the other is called "Xuan".

The history of the earliest period is mostly polished by later generations. Most of them are describing how the Qijue Empress is so awesome and how beautiful-even if no one has really seen the true face of the Qijue Empress.

According to legend, the Qijue Empress left six treasures.

These six treasures, recorded in historical books, are unclear, and even have the color of mythological processing.

There is a gun across the mountains and rivers;

There is a sword that breaks the ground;

There is a book that knows everything;

There is a seal that suppresses everything;

There is a shuttle, teleporting thousands of miles;

There is a treasure box with endless good fortune.

Yi Lin took the legendary items he knows so far one by one, and matched a few:

Sword: Deviate sword.

Gun: Zhuxian Gun.

Seal: The Emperor's Seal.

As for the treasure box, shuttle, and books, Yi Lin couldn't figure it out.

After the Qijue female emperor ascended to the upper realm, the Qi refiners declined and the first dynasty rose.

The first dynasty was called "Da Yan".

The Great Yan Dynasty rose and fell, and then the chaos restarted. The Qi refiners were able to make chaos, and the dynasty changed again.

The second dynasty, coincidentally, was also called "Datang".

Later, dynasties changed, and nine dynasties were born on the continent of Dongsheng Shenzhou.

Today's Dagan Dynasty is the tenth generation.

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There is a sequelae to the endorsement.

Yi Lin's mind is full of babbled nouns, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com feels groggy.

He staggered like drunk and returned to Yingxue Pavilion.

Back in Yingxue Pavilion, it was the fifth watch, and the moonlight was dim.

Passing by Junior Sister's room, Yi Lin found that the light was still on in the room, and Junior Sister seemed to be lonely and sleepless.

Yi Lin wanted to go to sleep like this, but he hesitated for a moment, then walked back to Xia Xiaoman's door, and after silently reciting "Amitabha Buddha", he wet his index finger, and said blankly on Xia Xiaoman's door paper. ~" He stabbed a small hole in the ground.

Stealing through the hole and looking inside, Xia Xiaoman was looking down at his desk, looking at a roll of yellowed maps.

The map is filled with many crossed circles, and there are many lines between the real and the virtual.

"It seems to be a strategic map."

Yi Lin glanced briefly, and it was clear in his heart that Xia Xiaoman stayed up until three or four o'clock. He was thinking about the harsh situation on all fronts in the civil strife of the Dagan Dynasty.