He and It

He Xuexue gasped for air, his throat was like a broken bellows, and he laughed maniacally: "I am... a noble person, how can I... submit to prostitutes, pigs and dogs! I don't accept it, I don't accept it!"

Liu Fuguang raised his eyes and looked at the crazy emperor. In an instant, he suddenly had an epiphany, and Yan Huan beside him also whispered: "——Obsession."

Yes, the obsession is so strong that nothing else can rival it.

Human beings are the primates of all things, and the power of human thought can do things that even we can't think of. If one person's obsession is obsession, then the obsession of a group of people or a country is a powerful obsession, an "atmosphere" that is like a dream but not a dream, like an illusion but not an illusion.

Liu Fuguang shook the soul-saving bell, sang homesick ballads, and did not hesitate to use his body to measure the territory of Wuping. The purpose was to break this "atmosphere" and let the souls trapped in it see clearly the truth that they had died long ago and no longer had to enter reincarnation.

Many things in the world, including a considerable part of Taoism, are illusions that exist if you believe them, and nothing if you don't believe them. People's trust is such a heavy thing that when they no longer believe it, even the most powerful empire will fall apart and disappear in the dust of history in an instant.

This was originally a very incomprehensible power. The Holy Sect was both the emperor and the core of the empire. His obsession first infected the harem and the former dynasty, and then radiated downward from the country's center of power, causing the whole country to have deep faith in his rule.

It's a pity that there was an angry Liu Fuguang in front of him, and Yan Huan in the back who was extremely vindictive. The best was to destroy his people, and the worst was to torture him murderously. Attacking from both sides, he swept away this world-famous greed scam. .

Liu Fuguang shook his head.

"Get on the road," he walked towards Shengzong, "you are hopeless."

In fact, they should leave Shengzong here to let him experience the pain of life being worse than death in reincarnation, and let him experience the life of the people who are implicated by him. But I'm afraid that the night will be long and there will be many dreams, and many things will change later. It is better to remove this anchor point as soon as possible and prevent the inner demons from taking advantage of it.

"It's easy for you." Liu Fuguang lowered his voice and pointed a finger between Shengzong's eyebrows. The white light spread like violent ripples to the entire magnificent palace in an instant.

Shengzong was unable to dodge and let out a sharp scream. His limbs quickly deformed and his body shrank and twisted, like a dehydrated vegetable. Liu Fuguang pressed hard, and the pure Qi of Zhishan was poured fiercely, inflating him into an over-inflated balloon, and then——

"boom!"

——The sound of the explosion was as loud as thunder, and the air currents swept in all directions, overwhelming the sky and the earth like a shock wave. The walls, floors, doorposts, palaces... were all weathered into ruined dust, rolling down and collapsing.

Yan Huan saw the right opportunity and pulled Liu Fuguang sharply, and the two of them quickly flew into the sky. The earth seemed to have been blown up by a hurricane of chaos again. Liu Fuguang was dumbfounded, looking down at the collapse of the palace, the fall of the royal city, and the scene of the ruins of the surrounding capitals. The demise of the Holy Sect caused Wu Ping to also pass away.

Looking at this scene, Dragon God was rarely silent.

Because just now, at the moment when the Holy Sect died, part of the most evil existence seemed to be scattered into countless fragments at the same time, falling into the wind of the void.

"...Okay, we can finally leave," Yan Huan looked as usual and smiled kindly, "There is still another anchor point waiting for us to solve."

Chapter 207 Ask Here (Thirty-five)

This is a small, but prosperous city.

The streets were bustling with people, and when they reached the market, vendors in twos and threes carried their burdens and hawked along the street. The seller of rouge and gouache walked in tandem with the seller of flowers. The seller of pendant silk scarves stood next to the seller of daily groceries. There are also many sellers of sweet drinks, seasonal fruits, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and candy figures and toys, all colorful and lively.

The only strange thing is that at a glance, the majority of the men in the city are men, and there are only two or three old women wandering around in curtain hats.

White clothes and black clothes flashed side by side. Liu Fuguang glanced at the light box on the street and wrote the four characters "Shiqianjiao Store" in ink. He smiled and said: "What a clever idea."

Yan Huan sighed and said: "There are many ways to solve the problem."

The operating cost of a small shop is not high, and it is not as good as those grand restaurants. You can light bright lights outside all night long, illuminate the signboard brightly, and attract customers from all over to support you, so you designed a light box. Paste white paper on the square box frame, put a big candle inside, dip it in ink, and roughly write the name of the store. When it gets dark, the light box will shine brightly, which is particularly eye-catching.

Liu Fuguang pondered for a moment, opened the green curtain and entered the inner room.

The brewing of distiller's yeast is usually tightly controlled by the government. Merchants with financial resources and backing can usually purchase the qualifications for brewing and selling liquor openly. Such shops are called Zhengdian, while retail investors who cannot afford to purchase the qualifications have to go to Zhengdian. Wholesale wine and resell it for retail, making a small profit.

To explore the local situation, it is most appropriate to visit a small shop like this.

The market was full of life, and the depressed look of Wuping people could not be seen on everyone's face. Seeing the guests arriving, the waiter respectfully came over and sang: "Two guests, what would you like to order?"

Liu Fuguang smiled and said: "For two bottles of wine, I want..."

He was still looking around and hesitating, but Yan Huan had already spoken: "Eighteen Immortals, two pots of Eighteen Immortals."

Unmoved, he popped out a piece of golden cake that was so kneaded that no emblem could be seen, and said in a smooth and clear voice: "A cup of mutton with milk and blood, three geese with five-flavor apricot cheese, five bad quails, six anchovies steamed in wine, lotus seeds One cup of soup for the first time, two boxes of creamy snowflakes for last, and a pot of butterfat snowflakes next to it, just keep it warm."

Liu Fuguang was unable to stop him, and he shouted out. Not only did the waiter's eyes stare blankly, but the Little Foot Shop was also completely silent.

After a moment of silence, Liu Fuguang's face felt a little feverish, and he coughed lightly. The shopkeeper hurriedly rolled out from behind, kicked the waiter on the butt, and said excitedly: "You idiot, why don't you go to Gaoyang Tower and get the food that the young master wants?" Click here!”

The waiter picked up a gold cake the size of his fingertip and stupidly tried to rush out, but the shopkeeper grabbed it by the collar and pulled it back. Snatching the small and heavy gold cake from Xiaoshu, the shopkeeper took off the bill collection bag from his waist and stuffed it into Xiaoshu.

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