An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing.

Chapter 74
The sun shines through the clouds on the banks of the Yellow River.

The ice stretches for dozens of miles, reflecting the dazzling light in the sun.

The King of Han hurried over, with the help of his own soldiers, climbed up the hillside on the side of the pier, crouched on the side away from the ice, looking at the pier lined with ice sculptures on the far bank.

After only one glance, he couldn't bear to close his eyes.

That's horrible!
He, a battle-tested general who was used to life and death, couldn't help turning his head away.

The fresh people were sealed in the ice, and they still kept the movements of the last moment before they were alive. Most of them were tearing off their armor and collars, and some even wiped their sweat with their hands. They looked very hot. appearance.

It was the same as the refugees who froze to death every winter in Yingtian Mansion.

Of course, caring about the refugees does not mean that he, the King of Han, is kind. At that time, he was purely trying to cause trouble for his good brother.

But now, looking at these soldiers frozen to death in the ice, he somewhat understood how his elder brother looked at him at that time.

But he feels sorry for these soldiers, who can understand him?

As a son of man, how can he bear to watch his father-killing enemies running around?

But continue to catch up, if one hundred thousand troops can't resist that evil dragon, if there is no battle, the foundation of the Ming Dynasty will be shaken.

Big brother is not easy to explain.

The king of Han wanted to think about what to do next.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, what caught his eyes was the frozen pier and his father who had lost blood to death. The two pictures intersected and appeared in front of his eyes. For a moment, Han Wang's face became very ugly.

The King of Han was thinking, the surrounding guards, and even the accompanying Taoist officials looked at each other in blank dismay, and then lowered their heads tacitly.
At the same time, across the Yellow River, on the vast Loess Plateau,

Zhang Ke, who was driving the white cloud and sprinting towards the water control, scraped the white cloud under his feet with a sudden blade light, and the turbulent breath shattered the white cloud under his feet.

Although in the next moment, the white clouds condensed again and lifted Zhang Ke's falling body again, but looking down at the temple towering in the mountains, he waved away the white clouds and fell down after a little thought.

The other party should be coming towards him, hiding and ignoring are not very effective.

The purpose of this knife was to force him down, and Zhang Ke was also observing during the fall. In this simple small temple with only one entry, his divine sense did not perceive any obvious malice or trap.

"This old man is the blessing of this Guandi Temple. The master sent a message this morning, saying that there will be a water god master passing by here at this moment, so he asked the old man to wait in front of the gate."

"Respect God, sir, please, can you come in and talk about it?"

In front of the old temple gate, an old man with a hunchback looked at Zhang Ke who came from the sky, and squeezed out a kind smile.

It's just that he has been in the deep mountains for a long time and lacks contact with the outside world. His smile only affected one side of his face, while the other side still looked sad, half crying and half smiling.

Zhang Ke frowned slightly, and glanced at the plaque on the temple gate. Although it was worn out, the words "Guandi Temple" could still be discerned vaguely.

Looking past the old man, Zhang Ke saw the statue of the god sitting on a chair holding a knife and stroking his beard in the main hall. When he moved his gaze up, the eyes of the clay sculpture moved to meet Zhang Ke's gaze.

A sharp saber aura, mixed with evil aura, rushed towards his face.

Zhang Ke stood where he was, and took it hard without avoiding it.

Looking at the breath that was automatically dissipated by the water vapor on his body as soon as he came to him, Zhang Ke was relieved to taste the scarce incense in it.

He was really frightened when the saber air directly scratched the skin of his feet just now.

But after falling down, I realized that I was thinking too much.

A Guan Temple built in the wilderness,

Although the god inside is the serious Guan Yu, but the incense is scarce, how much strength does he have?

What's more, the current Guan Yu is not the future Guan Shengdijun.

From the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the Northern and Southern Dynasties have always existed as rural sacrifices. It was not until the Song Dynasty that the gods of Guangfeng were promoted as the official sacrifices. Sacrifice.

And that was also something in the middle and late Ming Dynasty. As for the so-called Guan Shengdijun, he had to wait until Dai Qing was born.

Although the current Guan Yu is also a righteous god, to be honest, he is just like that.

Under the perception of Zhang Ke's spiritual sense, his rank is barely [sixth rank], and because of the lack of incense in this temple, whether his real combat power can reach [sixth rank] is a question mark.

Three swords?There should be enough strength to hit it twice, and it won't break when touched, which is too useless.

Of course, Guan Yu Temple is not the only one in the world, and Zhang Ke only praises this temple. If he encounters a temple with strong incense, he will be cautious in his words and deeds accordingly.

Aware of the secret rivalry between these two.

Lao Miaozhu moved his feet and moved away slightly.

But as soon as he moved away, he heard a 'bump' sound behind him, turned around and found that the joss stick in front of the master's altar table had fallen down, and he wanted to rush over to help it up, otherwise it would be burned and found.
There are many temples of the old man in this world, but this is the only place for him, a bad old man.

Just as he turned around, he stopped in place again, with unpredictable expressions on his face full of ravines.

From time to time, he secretly glanced at Zhang Ke.

Surprise, fear, and a kind of secret joy at being shared a big secret.

???

From a distance of more than ten meters, Zhang Ke saw that the old man seemed to change his face, changing colors after a while.He knew that this was the person in the temple who was communicating with the temple owner and asked the old man to be a mouthpiece.

After all, the righteous spirit does not have the upper body, and the upper body is not the righteous god.

Breaking away from the ranks of lonely souls and wild ghosts, Guan Yu has to abide by this as well.

But Zhang Ke is not a mortal, so what can't he say directly?
Well, he just wanted to save time.

There is absolutely no insidious intention to waste the other party's incense.

After waiting for him to have a cup of tea, Zhang Ke heard a cold snort, and at this moment, Lao Miao Zhu woke up suddenly with his eyes wide open.

As soon as he regained his senses, he saw the handsome old man across from him suddenly pull out a black spine?

With a wave of his hand, his spine exploded.

His complexion changed suddenly, and he didn't dare to wait for the real man to drop his hand. He hurried out of the temple gate and knelt down on the ground with a plop: "Master, you can't hit it, master, you absolutely can't hit it!"

"Listen to the villain, it won't take more than a month for you to fight this way, and you will have to leave soon!"

In a word, Zhang Ke was stunned.

He looked at Miao Zhu kneeling on the ground, and then at the motionless clay sculpture in the main hall. After looking back and forth for a while, he slowly put down the magic bone in his hand.

lying on the ground,

Looking at the bones that appeared in sight, Miao Zhu heaved a sigh of relief.

Almost, almost the old man lost his home.

Fortunately, at his age, his head is still as fast as ever, and this guy is not really unscrupulous, as long as there is a flaw, there is something to talk about.

(End of this chapter)