[Comprehensive Mythology] Asking about the beginning

Everything that happened in the room, because of the magic power of the girl with a lantern, did not attract the attention of the melee outside.But as time passed, all the battles came to an end.

A phantom with a long fox tail appeared from behind the girl Qingli, and the moonlight behind the clouds revealed her figure.Shining on this dark night, it also reflects all the extraordinarily gloomy and treacherous.

one two three four five six seven eight nine.

No more, no less, it happened to be nine thick blue fox tails, unfolding behind the girl Qingli.Shadowy, he couldn't help resisting the attack from the old woman who was carrying a wooden bucket and holding a broken bowl.

Nine-tailed fox!

Rumor has it that Daji, who ruined the foundations of wealthy merchants thousands of years ago, is the reincarnation of a nine-tailed sky fox.Disturb Wan Shicheng Tang's foundation, in order to punish the rude behavior of Emperor Xin Yuwa, king of Shang Dynasty, for insulting the mother of the earth.

And this girl, Qingli, is a legendary nine-tailed celestial fox.And it is a nine-tailed sky fox with very pure blood.

It's just that for some unknown reason, he ended up in this land of the end of the Dharma.

As for the old woman who was fighting with the girl, she didn't have the majesty of the nine-tailed celestial fox in comparison.His old voice was coughing like a torn cloth bag, and his skinny hands, like chicken feet, held the waist-high wooden bucket steadily.Holding a broken bowl in one hand, he couldn't help scooping out bowls of strangely hot soup with an indistinguishable color, and splashed it towards Qingli.Blossoming fiery red and coquettish manjusawa bloomed around the wooden barrel.Everything is full of weird and dark colors.

At the same time, the confrontation between the sword repairer Rong Chu and Zhu Ti's queen Liang Li seemed so careless.

The palm of his hand slowly rubbed against the hilt of the sword at his waist. From the beginning to the end, Rong Chu didn't pull out the sword in his hand.

The plain gaze didn't seem to change due to Zhu Ti's queen Liang Li's attack, showing any sullen color.The standing figure did not move at all.But no matter how angry Liang Li shot, he never got half a step closer to the white-clothed black-haired swordsman.

This is an absolute difference in strength.

Time travels, and everything does not stand still because of this chaotic battle.

The sky will be bright.

The power of the moonlight that was attracted by Qingli was also constantly weakening.But at the same time, the aura around the old woman carrying the wooden bucket was also weakening.As if affected by the morning light that was about to pierce the night, even the slow movements became sluggish.

Although Liang Li, the queen of Zhuti with a human head and a fish tail, was in good condition, she did not suffer any damage as she did on the water last time.But between the expressions, there was a faint horror and fatigue.

It's time to end it all.

The white, slender and very beautiful fingertips were buckled on the sword hilt at the waist, and there seemed to be an out-of-tone rhythm echoing in the air.There was a cold look between the lingering eyebrows, and the snow-white and silver sword light cut through the sky, and came out from the fingertips of the white-clothed black-haired sword repairer Rong Chu.At the beginning, it was just a dot like a bean star, but it turned into a hundred feet in size in an instant, and swept towards the direction of everyone.

Thick warning signs rise, whether it is Qingli, a girl with the blood of a nine-tailed sky fox, or a weird old woman carrying a wooden barrel, or Liang Li, the queen of Zhu Ti with a human head and a fish tail.At this moment, they all seem to have fallen into a huge quagmire.Every movement around the body has become extremely slow.

But this feeling was only for a moment, the snow-white and silvery sword light turned into a torrent at the flick of a finger, flowing on everyone, and it was fleeting.

It's not just the people who fought with the scuffle at the moment before, let's just call them people.Even all that is concealed by the murky waves:

Houses, flowers and plants, human poultry...

This seems to have fallen into a deep sleep like a dead place, all covered.

Then it faded away like ice and snow melting, without a trace.

The sun pierced through the morning fog, and the darkness subsided unconsciously.In the hazy, it was actually a rare good weather.

And the people in the cold winter are still asleep.Even this year's Sichuan is not as sad as imagined.Another strange murder happened in Guanjiangkou yesterday.

Life is life, death is life, death is life.The origin of all things in this world will not change or change its rules for any reason.Just like the irreversible doomsday of this world.Even though it may involve various hidden anecdotes that are not well known.

It seemed to be a long period of time, and it seemed to be just a brief moment, all the strange scenes faded away like a dream.What flows between the heaven and the earth is only the sleeping people, things, and things under the cover of the winter mist.

And those who had no time to escape, Zhu Ti's queen Liang Li with a human head and a fish tail, the mysterious old woman with a broken bowl and a wooden barrel, and Qing Li, a girl who was suspected to be of the blood of a nine-tailed celestial fox, were all dressed in an ordinary way. , confronted in this winter mist.

But no one acted rashly.

"No matter what kind of grievance it is, we need to get to this world before discussing it. If not, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The cold words spit out from the white-clothed black-haired Jianxiu Rongchu, without much emotion.It seemed that this person didn't have any extra emotions since he didn't know when, or from the very beginning.He has such a cold and indifferent attitude towards the world and everything he has experienced.

But none of the people present doubted the authenticity of this person's words.

The origins of these people, whether it is Liang Li, the queen of Zhu Ti with a human head and a fish tail, or the mysterious old woman with a broken bowl and a wooden barrel, or Qing Li, a girl who is suspected to be of the blood of the nine-tailed celestial fox. , are all extraordinary.Although in this Dharma-ending world, for one reason or another, he has to stay in this world, and even cannot leave because of the influence of the Dharma-ending power.But it does not affect their own knowledge.

A sword cultivator, especially a sword cultivator who knows his way and has achieved great achievements, has always been extremely deterrent in what he says and does, every word and deed, and what he does.

Especially when the sword cultivators have swords in their hands, they are always unafraid to use the simplest and rude way to let people understand their sword heart and swordsmanship.

And from the seemingly calm tone of the sword repair man named Rong Chu, it was obvious that they saw the hidden storm.

No one doubts the authenticity of these words, but they can survive in this era when the Dharma-ending world has begun, and still retain a certain strength.No matter what the reason is, these women all have their extraordinary insights and methods.

Even if it was Liang Li, the queen of ancient Zhuti who had once fallen into a semi-crazy state.

Therefore, as soon as Rong Chu said this, there was no opposition.What's more, after fighting for nearly a night and seeing the extraordinary strength of this person, everyone present, although there were all kinds of obvious or hidden contradictions, they all stood aside and didn't have much plan to fight again.

The sleeves of the black robe were raised, and the usual nobility and inviolability were restored on the face.Liang Lixian, queen of Zhu Ti, left this land.There was no sound, just a look when he was about to leave, with undisguised hatred and resentment.

And for some reason, neither Rong Chu nor Qingli chose to keep this mermaid girl who is said to have the legacy of a dragon girl and possesses a treasure that can leave this world of doom.

"Hey--"

"Old and old, this world, after all, is the world of young people."

A hoarse and broken voice like a dilapidated bellows resounded on the street this winter morning.One after another, many people have woken up from their sleep, fetched water to wash, and lit a fire to make food.And everything that happened yesterday seemed to have been dug out from memory, without leaving any traces.Even the dark waves of the night, which almost drowned everything, faded away without a trace.

Holding the broken bowl, he habitually scooped out a bowl of strangely hot, colorless liquid from the waist-high wooden barrel:

"It's cold, young man, drink a bowl..."

The rest of the words seemed to be stuck, choked in the throat, unable to spit out at all.

That pair of pampered hands is also a pair of hands belonging to a young woman.Just from the exposed skin, it can be seen that the owner of this hand is not a poor woman who has suffered a lot.

"It's you?"

His resentful eyes stared straight at the black-haired man in white, still holding a waist-high wooden barrel that was emitting strange heat in his hand.The owner with a hoarse, dilapidated and broken voice like an old bellows sneered:

"Why, is this a way to expose the old man?"

His gaze was as cold as a blade, and those chaotic eyes had already changed their appearance.In the deep pupils, there is a touch of resentment and almost invisible ridicule.The broken bowl in his hand didn't make any unnecessary movements, it was just held steadily, level with his chest.

The horizontal eyebrows are cold, and the corners of the eyebrows and eyes are covered with a thin layer of frost.

"Oh it's you!"

On that side, Qingli, a girl who had resumed her usual dress and had her fox tail hidden, had already fallen to the ground.The corners of the charming eyes were raised, with strands of calculating light flashing, and he said to the human who was carrying the wooden barrel and the broken bowl:

"I still don't know who it is, who has such a deep hatred with me, to the point where they fight without asking the reason as soon as they meet!"

"So what if you're an old man? So what if you're not an old man? You vixen, even if you were beaten to death someday, you deserve it!"

The old and broken voice did not back down in the slightest.There was an ugly and broken voice like an old bellows fighting against each other, and it never lost the slightest momentum.On the contrary, there is an inexplicable hoarseness that makes people avoid it, which makes people have the illusion that the words are roaring from the chest and abdomen.It was like a wild animal that was in desperate need of venting, locked in a cage, and let out an angry and hoarse roar.