The town at night is extraordinarily quiet. There are no entertainment venues in the small place. Even if there is, it is still during the curfew period. Except for the watchmen and a few people, they are not allowed to wander outside after nightfall.
Everyone goes home early, eats, sleeps and beats the children.
Only in this courtyard did it add a bit of excitement.
A few young scholars were drinking and reciting poems, discussing the strange government of the current court.
"Emperor Suiguan is so stupid that he actually liberated the religious decrees and made those Taoist monks stronger. This is a detriment to the country."
"Yes, yes, in the past three years of Suiguan, the people have been living in dire straits, and all kinds of political chaos have continued."
"The officials of the imperial court did not stop them, but let the emperor Suiguan mess around."
"As an official, he does nothing, Suiguan children act willfully and recklessly, and Taoism and Buddhism behave indiscriminately."
"If one day I set foot on the Golden Luan Hall, I must speak out to persuade and reprimand all the gentlemen!"
A few scholars were drunk and talking all kinds of nonsense.
People are like this, always think that other people are idiots, and despise other people's behavior with one-sided cognition.
Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew, and the few scholars trembled, feeling as if their bodies were being suppressed by a ghost, and suddenly they couldn't move.
Hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd, completely lost the appearance of the previous high-spirited talk.
It wasn't until they felt a warm sensation in the crotch that they realized that their bodies had regained control, and they rushed out of the yard shouting "Ghost".
It is estimated that it will not be long before he will be caught by night watchmen.
Zhu Ping, dressed in white and with long white hair, appeared in the yard, and finally scared the scholars away.
If there are no accidents, a book of mythical martial arts will be born here.
Judging from the situation where he released his breath to suppress them just now.
If those few scholars don't leave quickly, with their nature, they can't bear the breath of mythical martial arts when they were born.
"It seems that Confucianism is not easy." Zhu Ping shook his head. Although the essence of the three religions is derived from mythology and martial arts, with the development to the present, martial arts is no longer the whole of the three religions.
Especially Confucianism, the mythology and martial arts of Confucianism, like learning the scriptures of bells and tripods, needs to be studied thoroughly to gain strength from it. In recent years, there have been more scholars who are stupid in reading and memorizing those Confucian classics. Recite, do not ask for deep understanding but self-righteous.
In the beginning, Confucianism was able to suppress such fake Confucian students, but after the stall was spread out, there were more and more such people.
Not caring about the few scholars who ran out, Zhu Ping waved away the food and wine on the stone table in the yard, and then looked at the stone table.
A simple chessboard was engraved on it, and when a palm was tapped on it, cracks appeared one after another, and the entire stone table collapsed, and an object inside also fell to the ground along with the gravel.
That thing is only the size of a finger, and it is covered with oval shapes. It looks like a silkworm cocoon, except that the silk thread of this silkworm cocoon is black, and there are lines formed by some small gaps.
This silkworm cocoon seems to be able to be crushed with a pinch, and it does not look like a carrier of mythological martial arts at all.
But Zhu Ping didn't dare to touch it directly. As for mythical martial arts, he could be as careful as he could.
In the dark, Zhu Ping felt the weak but tenacious life fluctuation in the silkworm cocoon.
It's like breathing, one breath, one breath, weak, but it attracts everyone's attention.
Zhu Ping felt something strange in his body. When he raised his hand, he found that there was an abnormal change in the palm of his hand. Some black exoskeletons like beetles appeared outside his skin.
The scene in front of him was also splitting rapidly, and the picture in front of him quickly shrunk to hundreds of parts, as if his eyes had become hundreds of pairs. When Zhu Ping blinked and opened them again, the picture in front of him became even smaller too much.
The picture in front of him turned into a small black dot, and after tens of thousands of dense copies were copied, they were no longer in Zhu Ping's field of vision.
This unique visual sense immediately made Zhu Ping feel dizzy.
The fluctuation in the cocoon was still going on, and Zhu Ping's mutation was still going on. He felt his throat was itchy, and after coughing for a while, he spit out a lot of mucus.
I touched the mucus with my hand, and actually pulled out a lot of long filaments.
"I'm turning into a bug?"
As soon as this idea came out, Zhu Ping felt itchy all over his body, especially the shoulder blades on his back. The itching was unbearable.
With a pinch of both hands, a large piece of skin was rubbed off, and the original muscles seemed to be rotten, and with a snap of the fingers, a large amount of mud-like muscles could be pulled out.
Then Zhu Ping found that his body completely melted like a candle placed by the stove, turning into a puddle of juice.
"Am I dead?" As he completely melted, Zhu Ping came up with this thought. A kind of fear spread in Zhu Ping's whole heart, but then the knowledge from Shiyuan Jiusheng made Zhu Ping wake up and get rid of the fear of death. fear.
With a light cough, Zhu Ping wiped his eyes, the unique vision was finally cut off, he was still standing in front of the broken stone table, and the black cocoon was still lying there quietly.
A piece of mythical martial arts titled "Explanation of Life in the Form of Insects" appeared in Zhu Ping's mind.
Zhu Ping wiped the perspiration from his forehead, a kind of fear arose spontaneously, he thought he had been exposed to a lot of mythical martial arts, and had a sufficient understanding of the dangers of mythical martial arts, but unexpectedly, he still underestimated the mythical martial arts of terror.
In the previous accident, if he really thought that he had turned into a worm and died in a puddle of pus, then it is very likely that he really died in a puddle of pus.
As for whether the previous mutation was true or not, even Zhu Ping himself didn't know.
Pulling a piece of silk scarf, carefully wrapping the cocoon, and putting it into a small box, Zhu Ping chose to leave here. He knew where this mythical martial art was going to be placed.
Of course, before going there, he still needs to find a practitioner for this mythical martial art.
Insect Xingming Jielu thinks that the human body is weak like an insect. If you want to change this nature, you must change yourself step by step and carry out Xingming Jielu, that is, the process of understanding and transforming life forms.
"For some people, this mythological martial art should be a well-deserved magic skill. It completely abandons the identity of a human being, violates the natural laws of the body, and is a blasphemy to life." Zhu Ping thought.
Therefore, it is not easy to find a suitable practitioner.
Zhu Ping was studying mythical martial arts while walking towards the next place with mythical martial arts.
When passing through a city, he was blocked, not because he was discovered, but because a riot broke out in the city.
"Get out of Tai'an City, this is our city, you lackeys of the demon dynasty, don't even try to get closer to the city."
"Thanks to the merciful and merciful Lotus Future Buddha who saves the suffering, otherwise we would have been deceived by this damn demon dynasty."
"Later, we will offer incense and fulfill our vows. When the lotus flower comes to the world in the future, these evil spirits will all die cleanly."
When Zhu Ping walked into this Tai'an city, he found that every household was pasted with yellow paper, on which were not any spells, but the names of the former Prince Xian and the current Emperor Suiguan, as well as a lot of curse words.