Chapter 571: The encounter of the two kings

The scattered white clouds are a verdant valley.
The valley is very quiet, full of strange-shaped trees and vines, leaning against the woods of the cliff, from time to time can hear the low roar of powerful monsters. But none of those monsters dare to be close to here, because there is a magnificent ancient temple, and because there are two people living in the ancient temple.
The old man wondered: "Hidden in seclusion for hundreds of years, it is difficult to go out, so come back?"
The man smiled and said, "It's not like nothing, at least a glance at the boy."
The old man said: "Is the adult going to see the boy?"
The man said: "The young man was a disciple of Shang, and he valued Yin. Xiao Tianhai also specially invited Tianji to visit him. I was inevitably curious."
The old man said: "You don't look like someone who will go back to this world because of curiosity."
The man said: "The boy got my notes and Tianshu stele, and attracted a night of starlight in the Tianshu mausoleum. Many people said that he was very much like me and naturally different from me."
The old man asked, "What do you see?"
The man's expression became solemn, and he said, "That boy... is dying."
The old man was very surprised and said, "What can I do?"
The man walked to the front of the main temple of the ancient temple, looked at the dilapidated Buddha, and said, "Everyone wants to change their lives, but where do they know that all cause and effect are in cause and effect? A river, I can’t see how his life will end up, after all, it’s up to him."
"Then Qiushan Jun and Xu Yourong? When will you go and see?"
"Let's talk again." The man looked at the sky outside the temple and said, "It's going to rain. Hurry and finish today's painting."
The shape of this ancient temple is extremely shabby. I don’t know how many years it has been abandoned. The same is true of the Buddha statues in the temples. However, Buddhism has long been passed down on the mainland, and ordinary people are unheard of, so this picture is common. In fact, this ancient temple can still survive to this day, but it is something that people do not understand.
However, the murals on the stone walls of the ancient temples are very complete, and some even look very new, apparently made up in recent years.
Those mural paintings are so beautiful, it can even be said that no such excellent painter can be found in the world today.
If Chen Changsheng looked at these murals, he would definitely think of the portraits in the Lingyan Pavilion.
The old man stood on the wooden shelf, holding the paintbrush against the wall to prepare for the work. After all, he couldn't help but say, "I should have just tried it."
The man was sitting on a broken clock in front of the temple. He was drinking slowly with a pot of spring water in his hand. He smiled and said, "I can't beat him again."
The old man put down the paintbrush in his hand and looked out of the hall, saying, "Last year Su Li was outside the snow old city..."
The man did not answer this question, and looked quietly into the distance.
The old man sighed in his heart and stopped asking questions.
At that time, the devil was in the snow old town, and the black robe was outside the snow old town. How did he tell him to shoot? How did it work?
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On the bank of the Red River, at the head of Baidi City, the cloud slowly fell, and then disappeared without a trace, but I did not know whether it was fierce or auspicious.
On the Gan Terrace, the Queen of Heaven and Sea no longer looked north, turned and walked down the stage.
Deep in the palace, His Majesty the Pope looked at the pot of green leaves thoughtfully, regardless of the posture or expression.
The night shrouded in the cold mountains slowly tears, and then drifts into the distance, the world returns to the day, the peak of the lake, the old man of Tianji gently wipes the blood from the corners of his lips, looking into the deep snowfields far north of the mountains, the vicissitudes of eyes There was a bit of muddiness, and some couldn't see exactly what was going on.
A scribe appeared in the southern foot of Hanshan. The red flower tied at the tail finger was stained with thousands of miles of wind and dust. It was no longer as bright as it was. A man wearing a hat appeared in a small town outside the Hanshan archway The rusty cheeks covered by the sea breeze are full of dignity. They arrived late, and the middle-aged scholar had left Hanshan, but they did not leave, but instead stood guard around Hanshan with the two national education giants holding heavy treasures, guarding against possible changes.
On the long front in the north of the mainland, the Northern Army of the Zhou Dynasty and the practitioners of the southern sect sent families to aid the North. They received the secret orders from the military offices and began to prepare for the war. The demon army began to mobilize along the Red River. The snowfields in the northwest advanced and slaughtered a small tribe of demons along the way.
However, no matter whether it was the general who issued the military command in the Great Zhou Dynasty or the rulers of the southern sectarian families, they did not know why this was all. In the military and cave houses, there were voices of discussion everywhere, and the atmosphere became abnormal. Tension makes people feel extremely uneasy.
As for the people in the small town outside Hanshan and the people in Kyoto, they know nothing about these things. They cook, work, and live as usual. They never thought of it on this seemingly normal summer day, after a thousand years. After that, the war between the Terran Demon Race and the Devil Race almost broke out again.
All of this, just because... the devil left the snow old city.
He went to Hanshan, and then he left Hanshan.
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There are very few people who know the news that the devil is back in the Central Plains.
No one knows that on the way of the Demon King leaving Hanshan and returning to the Old Snow City, he once met a person in the snowfield.
Until a long time ago, this encounter was not known to the world, but it was the most important encounter in this whole event.
Never met, but not unexpectedly.
The man had been waiting for the devil in the snow field for a long time.
In the snow and wind, the man was all white, from hair to shirt, from eyebrow to lips.
It's not white painted by snow, it's even whiter than snow, white sorrow, white sorrow.
There will not be too many people who can count the return of the devil, wait for him halfway, and dare to wait for him here from a thousand years ago to the present.
To be precise, that person is not a person, but a big demon who has been shattered.
Western Baidi.
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Thousands of years ago, the Mozu went south, the mainland was turbulent, and the strong came out in large numbers. There have been countless battles of famous history, the most famous of which is naturally Zhou
the battle of Taiyang Emperor Luoyang, and that he In the decisive battle with the devil, there is another battle that is relatively more secretive, but in terms of the strength of the two sides of the battle and the severity of the battle, it is definitely not inferior to the previous two, that is, Chen Xuanba and Zhou Du in Zhou Yuan
The battle of the strongest under husband's starry sky.
With the death of Chen Xuanba, Zhou Du
The husband disappeared, Emperor Taizong was ordered to return to Xinghai. At that time, the four most powerful people on the mainland had only the devil left. In the subsequent millennium, there was no such thing. In those three earth-shattering battles, there weren't even battles of that level.
To this day, in the wilderness of snow and wind, this encounter.
Since we meet, we naturally have to fight.
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(To prepare for the trip back to Daqing, it will probably open for about seven days on the road. The manuscript needs to be saved. It is working hard. I wish you all a happy weekend and see you tomorrow.)
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