The moon is as bright as water, inside and outside, completely transparent.

In the main hall of Fahua Temple, Dong Xiner's willow eyebrows were upright, her silver teeth were clenched, and the long sword in her hand flew up and down, reflecting the silver light in the sky, with dazzling light and dazzling light.

Fang Ziruo held a brush in his hand, and silver light suddenly appeared on the tip of the pen. A ray of light condensed the true meaning of Confucianism, and the great spirit will last forever and be immortal.

"Hmph, if it weren't for the damn fishing drum, could you two be so arrogant?"

The charming woman snorted coldly, and her long sleeves, like water, were scattered casually, like snakes and dragons, blocking her. No matter what, Dong Xiner and Fang Zi were, she would remain unmoved and as stable as Mount Tai.

Compared to the two people in front of her, she was very afraid of the fishing drum floating in the air.

The fishing drum burst out with green lights, and the mysterious sounds sounded out of thin air, condensed into lotus, golden bells, relics, etc. scenes, just like a real person opening a temple to preach, and evil demons retreat.

What frightened the charming woman was that the mysterious sound from the fishing drum seemed to have an incredible power. Every time I heard it, I felt my scalp numb and my whole body was trembling.

In other words, no one controls the fishing drum now, otherwise the charming woman would have already escaped. Even so, she had to spend seven parts of her energy staring at the fishing drum to prevent unexpected changes.

Dong Xiner's long goose yellow skirt was flying, but her voice was cold and harsh: "Brother Ziruo, this woman is really a monster."

Fang Ziruo held a huge pen and painted silver hooks and iron, and his expression was also extremely solemn: "Yes, it's indeed a demon in the mountains."

A dark light faintly appeared on the eyebrows of the mysterious woman in front of her, and the runes were flickering, emitting a powerful aura. If Fang Zi came from a famous family and read the scriptures, he would naturally know that most of the women in front of her were not humans, but incarnations of demons in the mountains.

The creatures of heaven and earth create all things.

Whether it is mountains, rivers, plants, or wild animals and birds, under the opportunity, they may be able to produce spirituality, open up wisdom, and become the genius in the world.

Fang Ziruo is not unfamiliar with monsters, his mentor once took action personally to suppress a demon that was rampant and harmed the people, and made her go to ashes. I don’t know how many times, when I dreamed at midnight, Fang Ziruo would remember the scene where his mentor held the Haoran sword, and his righteousness was stirred up, killing the demon in one fell swoop, and countless people cheered. Every time, Fang Ziruo always fantasized that it would be great if he had encountered the demon at that time, then he would become a hero in the hearts of the people, and he would be passed down by word of mouth, and maybe he could be written into notes by literati and passed down forever.

Until today when he met a real demon, Fang Ziruo realized how ridiculous his fantasy was. The other party came and went like the wind, as light as nothing, but a pair of water sleeves were heavier than a thousand pounds. Every collision made him extremely uncomfortable. If the other party hadn't been afraid of the glowing jade ruler on the altar, he and Xin'er would have been swallowed by the other party.

"There is no need to retreat, there is no need to retreat again, fight."

Under heavy pressure, Fang Ziruo also got decisive, let out a long roar, took out a page of manuscript from his arms, and sacrificed it in the air.

The manuscripts spontaneously ignited without fire, and large words appeared in the void, with every word gem and a vast light.

In the blink of an eye, the words condensed into a beautiful article, telling the righteousness of the world, vast and vast, filling the world.

Every word floats in the air, blooming endless light.

In a faintly vague, great scholars with high crowns and ancient clothes have spanned thousands of years, floating in their sleeves, telling the truth and educating all living beings.

"Ah, the moral article of the great scholar."

The charming woman changed her color and her beautiful eyes were filled with fear.

The true great scholars are wise and good at cultivating the great spirit, which is incomparable. According to classics, the literary spirit above the head of the great scholars can be condensed into a spring and revealed in the void.\

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The manuscripts of the Great Confucians are all the true meanings of the Great Confucians explaining the principles of heaven and earth and the principles of human ethics. They naturally have a righteous spirit, the most powerful and righteous spirit. The monsters usually violate the principles of human ethics and use any means, and the noble spirit is actually their nemesis.

From ancient times to the present, I don’t know how many evil demons and ghosts died under the great aura of the great scholars, and their souls were scattered, which was a great horror.

The charming woman really didn't expect that two characters like ants would have such a treasure.

"out."

The charming woman also made a ruthless sound. She screamed and dug up the black runes between her eyebrows. She ignored the blood in her eyebrows, and sprayed out a blood arrow and fell onto the runes without regard for the blood in her eyebrows.

The wind is everywhere, ghosts cry and wolf howl, darkness is coming, and bloody storm.

The black runes absorbed the essence and blood and suddenly swelled up. In the blink of an eye, roots like tentacles stretched out and pierced into the void.

The roots are extremely thick, with bulges on them, constantly squirming, as if something terrible is about to struggle to destroy the world.

Feeling the evil and destruction of the roots in the void, the moral articles hanging from the hall lit up one by one. In the endless light, a great scholar with a simple face and a scroll of books slowly walked out, square, and hard without desire.

Under the feet of the great scholar, the righteous spirit gathered into an unstoppable torrent, washed down, and any steps that blocked the progress of history were abandoned.

A great scholar represents righteousness, history, and general trend.

The roots that seemed so strong that they were unmatched were gone under the impact of this general trend.

"Huhuhu, I finally solved this monster."

Fang Ziruo sat on the ground all of a sudden, gasping for breath, which inspired this moral article and almost exhausted all his energy.

"Where did a demon come out? Fortunately, we spent a lot of effort to get the manuscript of this page of Dashui, otherwise, we would have failed."

Dong Xiner was sweating profusely, and her goose yellow dress tightly wrapped around her beautiful figure, \u5

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When she thought of the moral article she had just used up, she couldn't help but feel so painful. You know, the real manuscript of the Great Confucianism can be used to suppress the fortune in her family, and it is truly worthless and incalculable. This page of manuscript was also spent a lot of energy and a great scholar's descendant, and she made a lot of effort to borrow it. Just using it in one go is even more distressing than cutting flesh with a knife.

"Fortunately, the treasures of Fahua Temple have been obtained. As long as we truly embark on the path of immortality, what is the manuscript of the Great Confucian scholar?"

Turning around and seeing the alchemy gourds, fishing drums, and silver boxes floating on the altar, Dong Xiner's heart was immediately filled with joy. As long as the immortality is righteous, the manuscripts of the Great Confucianism can be considered as the best use of things.

Thinking of this, Dong Xiner stretched out her jade hand and grabbed the fishing drum, the elixir gourd and the silver box on the altar.

"Xin'er, we've got the things, let's leave quickly."

Fang Ziruo stood up and pulled Dong Xiner's smooth and soft little hand, and he was about to leave this place of right and wrong.

Now the most important thing for them is to digest the harvest of this trip and stay here again. If anything happens, it will be too late to cry.

"I want to leave, so naive. I dare to hurt me. Today I have to let you ask for death."

Before the two of them could take action, a sound of gritting teeth and resentment suddenly rang out, and gusts of cold wind blew by, biting cold, and amid the howling of ghosts and wolves, it was like coming to the Shura Hall.

"Who are you?"

Fang Ziruo and Dong Xiner were shocked when they saw the person who blocked their way.

The man in front of him has red lips and white teeth, a peach blossom face, a charming figure and charming posture, which is no different from the demonic charm that just died. The only difference is that the man blocking the way is a man, and his Adam's apple is clearly visible.

A man, and a man who is almost the same as Yaomei, even though Fang Ziruo and Dong Xiner were calm and decisive, they couldn't help but feel numb.

"Okay, okay, okay, you dare to destroy another spiritual body. It's really a sin that deserves death."

Yang Qianye's teeth clattered, and anger rolled in her heart, wishing she could burn the two people in front of her to ashes.

Originally, in his eyes, Fang Ziruo and Dong Xiner were just ants. Anyway, the mountains were boring, and they were just having fun playing with cats and mice. Unexpectedly, the other party actually had a treasure like a manuscript of a great scholar. If he was not careful, the spirit body he had sacrificed for over a hundred years turned into green smoke.

That is, he androgynous, escaped at a critical moment, otherwise he would have to die this time.

Thinking that he could not lose a piece of rice after stealing chickens, he eventually lost the spiritual body he had been practicing for hundreds of years, and his strength was greatly damaged. Yang Qianye exploded.

"Screw the soul and confuse the soul."

A long chant was heard from his mouth, and the crystal-like fingers of orchid bloomed, and runes flew out one by one, turning into a rain of flowers falling all over the sky, colorful and gorgeous.

The refreshing fragrance spreads, and the entire temple turned into a pink world. The naked pictures of men and women opened from the air. The sounds of moans, panting, and collisions rose one after another, and fell into depravity.

"not good."

Fang Ziruo and Dong Xiner knew it was not good, but they lost their strength after the battle. They could only watch themselves being pulled into the pink trap and unable to struggle.

"Hmph, it is your blessing to be able to enjoy the ecstasy fragrance that I have practiced for hundreds of years."

Yang Qianye was half lying on the cloud bed, the pearl curtains were hanging down, the golden lamps hung on the corners, and the precious light was like rain.

With the first lesson, Yang Qianye made the move this time and was the ecstasy fragrance he had practiced for the longest time, which made the two of them completely unable to turn over.

The fragrance of the soul, also known as the magic fragrance of the soul, is a strange fragrance extracted by Yang Qianye spends a hundred years searching for obscene materials in the world and through a secret technique. In addition, Yang Qianye also sacrifices and refines his true energy day and night to make it to the next level. It can be said that the fragrance of the soul is more domineering than the most powerful **** in the world. As long as ordinary people smell a little, they will fall into an endless **** environment and be slaughtered.

This is a real killer move, and it is also a powerful protection for Yang Qianye to survive in this complex deep mountain. If he hadn't been so angry that he would have been reluctant to use such a precious incense to the two younger generations. Such a treasure would be used a little less.

"Hmph, there is no gain."
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