"Lord Divine Beast?"
The golden dragon spoke in human language. No emotion could be seen from the dragon's head, but Zhao Yulin could hear surprise in the deep voice.
He thought that Lord Divine Beast might not like this title. If he didn't like it, he could change it.
"Mr. Dragon?"
He asked inquiringly, his voice weak.
Although the Divine Beast has the word "God" in its name, it is still a beast after all. Its personality is naturally unpredictable. If it is not good, it will be moody. If it disagrees with something, it will slap him to death.
Ancient books say that dragons are lustful, that is, they are lustful and greedy for beautiful women in the world. Zhao Yulin really can't please them on this point, so he can only flatter them with words.
Looking at the solemn appearance of this dragon, it is possible that a dragon god from heaven came to visit the underworld and served it happily. Maybe he could promote Zhao Yulin, so that he could get a position in heaven and not have to suffer punishment in hell. It would be really wonderful.
Yes, the Sixth Soldier King was such a pragmatic person before, and he was naturally a pragmatic ghost after his death.
This may be an excellent trait forced out by poverty.
The golden dragon said solemnly: "It seems that the preface did not make it clear to you that I have a name."
Preface? What ghost?
Zhao Yulin was confused, but he didn't have time to care about these details. He noticed that this great beast was quite humble and didn't call himself "Immortal Master", so he continued to flatter him: "May I ask your real name?"
This time, there was obvious emotion in the two dragon eyes of the golden dragon, which were as big as water tanks - it was a look of contempt for a fool.
Immortal?
It sounds like a word that comes out of the mouth of a middle school boy who is fascinated by middle school novels.
"My name is Zhao Yulin." The golden dragon opened its bloody mouth and said so.
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In the golden light, Zhao Yulin was silent for a long time.
The expression on his face was extremely complicated, and his mood was mixed. In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, intertwined and wrapped into a ball of art sculptures that resembled a South American species.
The scientific name of that animal is alpaca, also known as grass mud horse.
Suddenly, he found that the situation at this moment was familiar, surrounded by golden light, endless. A few months ago, in such a scene, four Qin seal characters pretended to be him in front of him. Today, the golden Qin seal characters were replaced by a golden dragon.
Looking back, the darkness condensed by the eternal night has been extinguished, and only the golden light that covers the sky and the earth remains.
"Evil Dragon Evil Voucher?"
Zhao Yulin recalled the long-lost mental method. He looked far away at the back of the golden dragon's body. He
did not see the four words.
So he withdrew his confused gaze and looked directly at the golden dragon's head. Roughly calculated, the head should weigh more than a thousand kilograms.
Several thousand kilograms of gold must be worth a lot of money.
The iron-like dragon voice resounded throughout the space: "According to the past 1,700 years, the Foreword Master has never chosen a fool as the successor, but you seem to be the first accident."
"Who are you?"
Zhao Yulin's eyes were solemn. He knew that he was right, and the Foreword Master the golden dragon was talking about seemed to be the four-character Qin seal that was originally stagnant on his brow.
The golden dragon said the line according to the script: "I am you."
Zhao Yulin's heart suddenly rained, wrapped in a faint sadness.
"I know what you are going to say next."
The golden dragon ignored his interruption, as if it was holding the script in its claws and reading what was written on it.
"I am you, but you may not be me."
The divine beast twisted its hard and huge body, and its scales rubbed against each other, making a crisp sound. It continued to talk to itself as it pleased:
"I am the second chapter of the outline, and also a part of you. I will eventually merge into your soul, just like the preface." "
The second chapter of the outline is called the human way. A man enriches himself with human skills, cultivates his spirit with kindness, and then spreads the wonderful method to benefit others and observes the true way."
"What is the way? The way that can be spoken is not the real way."
Zhao Yulin nodded with a headache. Ever since he could remember, he had been thrown into a pile of books by old man Feng all day long. He was most afraid of these difficult classical Chinese texts, but this evil dragon Xie Quan seemed to like to hit him where it hurts, as was the case with the previous four-character Qin seal and the current golden dragon.
"Can we talk in a simpler way?" he asked.
However, the dragon still didn't intend to pay attention to him. Its whiskers fluttered, and its voice was slow and firm: "Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, the sky follows the Tao, and the Tao follows nature."
"So?" Zhao Yulin interrupted without hope.
"So, as the first chapter of the main text, after you and I merge, what can be given to you is the first step on the road to heaven." The golden dragon said, and it was not known whether it was cooperating with the host or the script just happened to read to this point. Fortunately, it finally stopped speaking those difficult ancient sayings.
"After that, there are the second and third volumes of the Law of Heaven and Earth. You still lack a lot of them. You have to collect them one by one before you can get a glimpse of the true appearance of this inheritance."
Zhao Yulin was still in the fog. It may not have much to do with whether he was stupid or not. He never understood these roundabout and pretentious words.
The golden dragon said: "I am very disappointed in you, but since Brother Qianyan has chosen you, I can only help you turn into a dragon."
Not long after the separation, Zhao Yulin naturally thought of the Dragon Valley, but then he reacted and seemed to be mocked by this dragon just now?
"It's meaningless for you to say that. You said it yourself, there is no difference between us, you are me and I am you, if you are disappointed in me, isn't it disappointing in yourself?"
The thief's huge dragon head was very heavy, shook twice, and spewed out wisps of mist: "You really disappoint me more and more. Not to mention that the dozen or so inheritors before you were all geniuses, even compared with most ordinary people, you are surprisingly stupid. I really can't believe that there are such stupid people in the world."
Zhao Yulin grinned with crooked eyebrows and blank eyes, his expression was very disdainful.
He never doubted his excellence. From IQ to martial arts, he has both a simple mind and developed limbs. If this is not considered a genius, then what is there for him to be sad about?
"In other words, I am not dead yet?"
The only thing he really cares about right now is this matter. Even if the evil dragon evil ticket is really a peerless mental method with the power of shaking the heavens, if he is already dead, it will be a waste of time and effort, and in the end, he will be left with nothing.
The golden dragon's voice is like a bell: "There are two paths in front of you. If you are willing to die, the underworld will be under your feet. If you still want to live, open your eyes."
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Open your eyes.
For ordinary people, it is just a very simple action. If you want to open your eyes, you can open them naturally.
But for Zhao Yulin now, it is very difficult, because he obviously has his eyes open, how can he open them again?
"The integration of the preface symbolizes that you have opened the first chapter of this mental method. From then on, all the injuries you suffer will evolve into moves in the human chapter, but there can only be three moves. The time limit for comprehending each move is interval, because the changes in the numbers of celestial phenomena are not equal, generally about one turn of the moon."
The voice echoed in this golden world. There was no heaven and earth, no sun, moon, stars, wind, cattle, grass, and trees. Even the huge golden dragon disappeared in an instant when he was in a trance.
The light was endless.
Zhao Yulin gradually felt something, which seemed to be temperature, but in fact it was his physical body.
The golden light still existed, but his consciousness naturally withdrew from this mysterious state and returned to his body, and then he opened his eyes.
The sound of the wind and the partridges came back to his ears, and his face was slightly cool, the coolness of Abazhou in summer.
The scenery in front of his eyes was still the dense forest from before, and the twin swordsmen from Japan had not left, and they still wanted his life - Yumiya Masaaki attacked with his sword, and a happy smile before killing appeared on the corner of his mouth; Yumiya Masaaki stood aside with his sword in his arms, like a guardian.
It turned out that Zhao Yulin just thought that a long time had passed, but in fact, everything was just a hasty moment that could not even be completed in a breath.
- His mind has wandered to the void and returned, and the world is so fast that it is amazing.
He has gained a mysterious experience that he has never had in his life, and finally believes that the evil dragon and evil voucher are not as unbearable as he imagined.
"I'll hide!"
It was as if a pair of invisible hands were holding Zhao Yulin down. His body, covered with knife wounds, flexibly squatted down, and his speed was a little faster than when he was not injured.
The demon sword Muramasa cut through the air, and a mysterious light flashed past. The tip of the blade left a very narrow incision on the eucalyptus branch without any stagnation, and also cut off the tuft of hair on Zhao Yulin's head that did not escape the blade.
Zhao Yulin did not feel sorry for the tuft of hair. It was better to break the hair than the neck. Moreover, this life-threatening moment was obviously not a good time to feel sentimental. Staying alive was the most important thing.
So while he was squatting, other parts of his body also moved, making another move: he pressed his left hand on the ground, used the force to straighten his waist, lifted his entire lower body, and kicked upwards.
This set of moves is not very sophisticated and complicated, it just happens to be a move that everyone can do, and it is also the most despicable three-level move in the Chinese martial arts world.
Cut off the sons and grandsons with a kick, and destroy the family with a crotch kick.
Zhao Yulin's right foot seemed to be assisted by God, and just kicked Yu Gong Zhengming's crotch, the softest part of every iron-boned man.
But it has a force that ordinary people can't match, and it is even stronger than the four-fold force that Zhao Yulin has brewed with all his strength.
Zhao Yulin could clearly feel that half of the remaining strength in his body was drawn out and transported to his toes, and then gushed out towards the ancestral treasure of Yumiya Masaaki.
There was a touch of something fragile exploding.
He had no time to feel the wandering of strength afterwards, because Yumiya Shigeaki, who was standing beside him, was not there to watch the excitement. Seeing that the dying enemy was still struggling in a trapped beast, he drew his sword without hesitation.
The Japanese samurai usually held the sword with both hands. The handle of Murasame was facing the sky, and the tip of the sword was pointing to the ground. It fell swiftly without leaving any space.
The sharp edge was undoubtedly fatal. If he could not avoid it, Zhao Yulin's heart would be pierced, and even gods could not save him.
Hide, or not hide?
This is not a problem. Even a fool knows to avoid the sharp edge, not to mention that it is the demon sword Murasame.
Zhao Yulin did not hide. Maybe he was more stupid than a fool, or maybe the remaining strength in his body was not enough for him to dodge. Somehow, he just lay on the ground, with his chest facing the narrow and sharp knife.
When the tip of the knife fell, it seemed that the person would die.
Fortunately, the tip of the knife did not fall after all. Before it touched Zhao Yulin's chest, Zhao Yulin's toes first touched Yumiya Shigeaki's crotch.
The swordsman who was the world's top soldier probably didn't expect that Tianlan would use such a childish trick again.
He was kicked three meters away, crashed into a eucalyptus tree, vomited blood and fainted.