Prehistoric Rebellion

Chapter 97
"Squeak!" The door opened, and Feng Wubing came out wearing a white long gown, sighing in his heart, he never expected that he would not hesitate to use his magic kung fu last night to absorb and refine all of Xiao Tian's true energy, turning it into After using it, the golden core in the body has only grown a circle!But he never broke through to the late stage of Qi Refining and Transforming God.

"I think this is the depth of the "Taixuan Jing"! After all, Taoism cultivates mana, which is the same as Buddhism, but the mana cultivated by the two religions shows different attributes! Just as Taoism cultivates mana, it expresses Dao power , the magic power cultivated by Buddhism is manifested as Buddha power, and the magic power cultivated by the Asura Tao in the previous life is manifested as magic power. Dao power, Buddha power, and magic power all belong to mana power! Mana power is very different from the mainstream cultivation direction in this world. I learned from the secret records I checked in the Royal Martial Pavilion that the cultivation system of this world, before Xiantian, is the same as the previous life. It is true energy. From the very beginning, the cultivation direction of the two worlds went in different directions! Because of this, people in this world will not form golden pills in their bodies when they are at the heavenly level!" Thinking of this, Feng Wubing could only comfort himself secretly." Forget it, this can’t be rushed, the only way is to proceed step by step, and now I’m just accumulating a lot!”

Exhaling a stuffy breath in his chest, Feng Wubing turned his gaze back to the scene in front of him.Now he is already in an inn in the south city of Zhongdu, located on the third floor, looking as far as the eye can see, Zhongdu in early spring comes into view.Neat and flat streets, row upon row of houses, colorful glazed tiles shining charmingly under the sun, bustling downtown, and a towering white tower in the distance in the north, this is the millennium heroic city. first sight!

Zhongdu is an ancient city in the Wutian Continent that has been passed down for more than a thousand years. It gathers the culture and essence of the East and the West. Similarly, here is the holy place "Wutian Academy" in the hearts of warriors all over the world.Wutian Academy is the origin of martial arts in the world. Although thousands of years have passed and there are many kinds of martial arts in the world, the people in Wutian know that it is because of Wutian Academy that the Wutian Continent has The prosperity of martial arts!

"Eight directions of martial arts originated from the central capital", these eight words passed down through the ages refer to the status of Wutian Academy!Taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air, Feng Wubing casually tied his already-dyed black hair behind his head, walked slowly down the second floor, glanced at him, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and walked towards the little monk who was already sitting by the east window.

Perhaps it was because it was too early, and only the young monk was eating in the restaurant. The shopkeeper and the waiter didn't know where they went, so it was a little deserted.

Feng Wubing sat opposite the little monk, looked at him apologetically and said: "Fat little monk, please forgive me for concealing your identity from you before I come down!"

At this time, the little monk quickly grabbed a chicken leg with one hand, chewed it, and said while eating, "It's okay! In fact, the little monk had already guessed something when he was on the boat, but the donor's black hair is too big. It's too ingenious, so I didn't think too deeply, after all, the benefactor's white hair is well known in the world!"

Speaking of this, the little monk raised his head and took another gulp of strong wine, wiped his sleeves, and then burped, looked at Feng Wubing with a smile and said: "It's just that the reason why the little monk came to Zhongdu is for the benefactor three The invitation to fight a month ago, but I don't know if we still need to fight now?"

Feng Wubing laughed loudly, snatched the jug from the little monk's hand, took a sip of the wine, shook his head and said, "There is no need, because we are friends now, aren't we?"

The little monk nodded and smiled, "Yes, you and I are friends now!"

The two laughed heartily and gorged themselves on the food and wine on the table. In a short while, the table was full of food and wine!

"Since we have come to this ancient city, why don't we go out and have a look around, just to find out some news about the god-level Yuanjing, what do you think?" Feng Wubing suggested.

"Alright, as the saying goes, it's better to be famous than to see it. When you come here, you should take a good look at it, and promote my Buddhist teachings by the way!" The little monk looked like an eminent monk.

Feng Wubing smiled and pointed at the little monk's outfit and said: "I know fat little monk, you are dedicated to Buddha, wishing that everyone in the world would believe in you Sakyamuni, but today is not possible, our movements last night were too loud. Damn, all the forces in Zhongdu must have received the news at this moment, maybe there are spies watching us all around!"

The little monk glanced out of the window, shook his head helplessly and sighed: "I thought that I would be able to see and see well when I came to Zhongdu, but I didn't want to meet this group of followers on the first day, it's really a disappointment!"

"Don't pay attention to them, little monk, you should quickly change into another pair of luggage and follow me out!" Feng Wubing said with a smile.

The little monk shook his head, bowed to Feng Wubing, and went upstairs alone.After about a cup of tea, a young monk wearing a round cap and a long robe came down.

Feng Wubing glanced at the little monk strangely, until the little monk felt uneasy, then he patted him on the shoulder heavily, and teased: "This is the demeanor of a prince! The previous appearance was really ugly. died!"

The little monk's face twitched slightly, and then he shook his head and sighed: "Amitabha, I also know that this is very funny, but I have no choice but to take care of my body and fat, this is also a helpless move."

Feng Wubing burst out of the restaurant with a burst of laughter when he heard the words, but he was a little envious of the young monk's cheerful attitude. He thought to himself that he might not be able to achieve this mentality in this life. lonely.

The two of them were walking on the streets of Zhongdu, with the red leaf trees above their heads, and the red leaves were constantly falling, sprinkled on the street, adding a poetic and picturesque feeling.

"This kind of red-leafed tree is a major feature of Zhongdu. It is common sense to bloom in spring and fall in autumn. However, red-leafed trees bloom in autumn and lose their leaves in spring. It is the opposite of popular flower trees. What is even more surprising is that this red-leaved The tree can only grow in Zhongdu. Someone once took the seeds of the red leaf tree out of Zhongdu to plant, but it withered after a short time. The uniqueness of the capital, like the White Pagoda, has become the iconic scenery of the central capital!" The little monk said everything he knew.

Feng Wubing picked up a red leaf on the ground, and saw that the veins of the palm-sized leaf were clear, and the red glow was instantly cute, but for some reason, Feng Wubing shivered all over, and a trace of sadness rose in his heart, but it just sprouted , was replaced by a trace of his indifference!

Feng Wubing sneered, and the red leaves in his hand instantly turned into flying ash. He said coldly: "Although the red leaves are good, I'm afraid they will be stained with blood! I don't know how many days until the red leaves in Zhongdu will be completely stained with blood. At that time, Feng wants to see if the red leaves are still as popular as they are now!"

Hearing Feng Wubing's words, the little monk suddenly felt a cold wind blowing from behind, and couldn't help shivering. He silently stepped on the red leaves on the ground, sighed softly, and suddenly felt that the Dajing Yan King next to him In fact, he is a person who makes him hard to see through!
(End of this chapter)