I Became an Anonymous Boss

The old man didn't look at the gully left behind, but looked down at the wind and cloud, pine and knife in this peaceful mountain.

The Guanyin suzerain floated up, and the first thing she looked at was not the old man, but the knife in his hand.

The sword is full of cracks.

He lost.

Satisfied.

So she laughed.

"This knife is finally sent out..."

"Although it was a little late, it was sent out anyway."

The woman approached, took out a brand new dress, lightly covered his back, and tidied his hair.

"Thank you for your hard work." Master Lingshan said softly, "You brat."

The old man took a look and still looked like a girl suzerain, and grinned like a naughty little ghost.

The old man was stubborn and stubborn all his life, keeping his own way.

The rise and fall, everyone is responsible.

Now he finally let go... There is no worry about coming and going.

The old man leaned against the pine tree with the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he was dozing off in the afternoon, and closed his eyes when he was sleepy.

He stretched generously, changed into a more comfortable position, and fell asleep.

Did not wake up again.

The Immortal Zhan Dao broke crisply, and the blades scattered all over the ground, like glass shards that could no longer gather together.

Master Lingshan left a seal here to prevent anyone from disturbing his eternal sleep.

There is no more martyr in the world.

The Guanyin suzerain was not sad, but was faintly happy for him.

I am glad that the old man has regained his original aspirations, and he is also glad that he left for half his life and returned as a teenager with no regrets.

But when she walked down the cliff, her expression turned cold.

After living for five hundred years, she remembered many people and things, and knew many people and things.

Lie Sheng will forget the name of the sword, is it because of old eyesight, or because the end is approaching?

He shouldn't grow old so fast, let alone forget some important things.

The reason behind it is far from simple.

As the world's first-class master of qi training, she can also wait and see the number of qi, how can she not feel the changes in the world, everything is already about to come?

Lie Sheng died, and so did King Yong. It seemed that everything was over, but this was just a sign.

It’s hard to paint a cat’s skin, it’s hard to draw a cat’s skin, you know people, you don’t know your face, you don’t know your heart, you see flowers in a fog, you can’t see the meaning of the game, but you can’t see through the meaning of the game, but you can’t see through the chess pieces on the chessboard, and you want to hide it Those things can no longer be hidden.

Master Lingshan looked at the capital of the Southern Tang Dynasty, the wind and clouds gathered, and the dragon swims in the shallows.

It's not over yet.

In other words, it is finally time to change!

……

During the battle outside the Southern Tang City, the situation in front of Si Tianjian in the Southern Tang City was also changing.

The battle for number one in the world has attracted too many people's attention, but Si Tianjian doesn't have too many followers.

The former is a stormy sea, and the latter is an undercurrent under the sea.

Calm and calm has become an extravagant hope, and when the mask on the face of the second-rank alchemist shattered, everyone present felt a palpitation.

Although, the appearance of the youth under the mask is so strange.

Although, almost no one present recognized who he was.

However, the thunder is heard in the silent place.

Before the thunder falls, the sting will be awakened first.

A completely different momentum is rising rapidly, as if something terrifying is waking up under this body.

Soon, he woke up, opened his eyes, and Zhou Tianxingdou came into his eyes, as if the stars were flowing, only this person stood under the starry sky, unchanged from time immemorial.

The person who is no longer the deputy supervisor, nor the second-rank alchemist let out a sigh of relief.

The young-looking man seemed to have stepped out of a picture scroll. He patted his sleeves lightly with his fingers, and the drenched and torn alchemist clothes turned into a green shirt in an instant.

The young man in green shirt dressed as a scholar read in a low voice: "I am a stranger in my hometown alone, I don't know what year it is..."

The meaning of sadness comes in one word.

Wolf King Tie Sheng looked at the young man in green shirt who appeared suddenly with a suspicious expression. Although he knew a lot, it was the first time he saw such a strange scene. After taking off the mask, he seemed to be a different person.

Is it playing tricks?

No, it's not like...

Tie Sheng has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and it's not that he capsized in the gutter. For example, someone Bai, whose realm has fallen so far, can beat him down, beat him until his mood collapses, and directly breaks his defense and falls... I am afraid that what I encounter is this kind of unreasonable hand, and the other party suddenly stomps his feet and makes a show of surprise, or takes out Gatling with a sullen expression and yells 'eating and defecating', and there is no way to reason when he dies.

Just when he was in doubt, Tie Sheng noticed the other person's gaze. The scholar in green shirt looked at Tie Sheng, his eyes were very strange, as if he didn't know him at all, more like he just saw a fallen leaf on the side of the road, a tree trunk. There is no happiness or sadness in the eyes of the may, and no attention is given to it.

His gaze hurt Tie Sheng, and he clenched his fingers subconsciously.

The man in the green shirt said calmly: "This page is actually in your hand, bring it..."

Tie Sheng grinned grinningly: "You think you're number one on the list, so I'm afraid of you?"

Although he didn't know where the other party's unreasonable hands came from, but facing the third-rank Confucianism, he didn't have no chance of winning at all.

Even though the other party was full of evil, he still decided to take a shot to find out.

The wolf king's aura was flowing, and he was about to prepare a big move, but it was the moment when the murderous intent was about to be revealed...

The man in the green shirt glanced at him lightly, showing a very light expression, doubted for a moment, then understood immediately.

"...So you're courting death."

When the word 'death' fell, the iron air lifter stopped, and an indescribable force was born out of thin air. A gust of wind blew from a section of the imperial road, and the moment it touched him, it turned into a fierce wind, which was no less powerful than the full strength of the Heavenly King Realm. one strike.

There was no way Tie Sheng could avoid it, he was thrown into the sky, flung towards the ground like a bird with broken wings, disappeared on the royal road in the blink of an eye, pulled out a long line of blood, and dived into the palace wall with his body, his consciousness was cut off, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead.

The man in the green shirt raised his hand to catch the falling golden book pages, and frowned slightly as he saw the font on it that gradually dissipated after being ironed by the flames.

Immediately turning to Sitianjian, Qingshan walked in front of Sitianjian's door, raised his hand, and the golden book at the bottom of Sitianjian flew up.

The golden book that Tie Sheng couldn't take away was precisely the lifeblood of Southern Tang Qishu.

It is also the biggest secret hidden in Sitianjian.

The moment the golden book was revealed, even if it wasn't an alchemist, they saw with their own eyes a golden beam of light shooting up into the sky from under the Si Tianjian.

That was the National Games of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

The luck of the country is the luck of the country; the embodiment of the luck of the country is the number of days and days.

There are so many places where Qi Luck can be used, and no one dislikes it will increase. Use a modern vocabulary to describe it-European Qi.

As long as it is related to probability, it can play a role, and everyone understands the importance of this thing too well.

If European energy can be accumulated, I don’t know how many people will shout to be a monthly card party for a lifetime.

The reason is the same for turning people into a country. The luck of a country is the accumulation of luck, and it is also the capital left behind since the founding of a country.

The Great Qin and the Southern Tang used different means to seek the foundation of their country.

The former used the Yongzhen Shanhe Ding to suppress the dragon veins, and at the same time blocked the tomb of the Great Zhou Dynasty, blocking both ends, and gathered the flow of geomantic omen in the world into a lake named Daqin. Residual disease is by no means a problem that can be solved in three hundred years. Daqin entered the prosperous age only three hundred years ago. Why is it not to pay off the debts of the people left on this land by Dazhou in the past? much evil,

Re-hoarding luck is no easy task. After three hundred years, Daqin has no luck as a mortgage, and borrows it from the sky for hundreds of years. So as long as the Yongzhen Mountain and River Cauldron is solved, even the emperor and prince will die. They simply don't have enough luck to protect them,

The luck of the Great Qin Kingdom is closely related to the livelihood of the people, and it is far from reaching the point where it can be used freely. This is why the Daqin was almost in danger of stealing the country. Killing evil spirits is enough to accumulate merit. Once the dragon's veins turn over and the dragon and snake rise to the ground, they are unwilling to clean up the mess related to Da Zhou.

The Southern Tang Dynasty is not the case. Its history is longer than that of the Great Qin Dynasty. The Sitianjian was used to raise the national fortune, the small ponds were piled up to form lakes, and the sand was gathered to form a tower. Therefore, the Southern Tang Dynasty was destroyed by the Great Zhou Dynasty, but it was eventually restored. Inseparable, the Black Lotus Sect once blocked Si Tianjian for [-] years, but in the end they couldn't suppress it.

The same is true in the Southern Tang Dynasty today. It is far from being stretched. At that time, the emperor and the supervisor turned against each other, and both of them died. It was the first time that the world was full of grand occasions, the younger generation of heroes emerged in endlessly, and the older generation of black-listed masters were killed all over the place... The snipe and clam competed for the fisherman's profit, but still left enough for the Southern Tang Dynasty.

This golden beam of light is the huge national destiny sealed under Si Tianjian, a treasure that the royal family cannot easily touch, and Si Tianjian cannot easily grasp.

Now it was pulled out easily, and it was in the hands of the man in the blue shirt.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the extremely huge national fortune stored in the golden beam of light is being quickly absorbed by him.

He is devouring the national fortune.

Shadow was stunned, he couldn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.

Brother Mo was dumbfounded, he couldn't understand it, and even wanted to run away.

Uncle Feng understood a little bit, and he felt even more unbelievable. Devouring the fate of the country is definitely not something everyone can do. It is the fate of the country, the luck of a country!

Ordinary alchemists, only need to control a part of it, is enough to climb to the top of the alchemist and step into the first-rank realm!

Directly devouring the fate of the country, wouldn't it mean swallowing mountains and rivers with anger?Who is this person, and what kind of stomach is this?

Dressed in a big red python robe, he came rushing wildly, ran for a moment on the royal road, and aimed at the golden book in the hand of the man in the green shirt.

Tian Huayu couldn't just sit back and watch this person devour the country's fortune, the king of false realm came running and crashed into the golden pillar of national luck.

Lan Xiangxue, Qin Buhui, and Fengli's first reaction was to retreat, the king of the false realm is also the king of heaven, and their actions will definitely shake the world.

The great eunuch's hands are full of red clothes, and the vision of the heavenly king full of bleak autumn clothes makes the maple leaves dance all over the sky, and the spring day unexpectedly gives birth to the bleak autumn scene.

Maple red is even more sunset color.

"Huh?" Qingshan stood in the golden pillar of national luck, motionless, like a sculpture, he turned his head to look at Tian Huayu, his eyes had a little focus, but it was only a little focus, his eyes didn't seem to be looking at the mayfly, but looking at it With a young child.

"The false realm of not being strong... the background is good, but it is too far away."

The man in the blue shirt was holding the golden booklet in his hands, and he didn't use any strength at all, but Tian Huayu's whole body was tense, and a majestic energy was released. Since it melted as quickly as the white snow and spring, he tried his best to hold the corner of the golden booklet. A piece, and then a touch of it.

With such a light touch, a corner of the golden pillar of national luck poured down a little, and the Honglu bell rang in an instant.

Tian Huayu bleeds from seven orifices, and fell off the pillar of luck, the blood flow was dark, and he was severely injured in an instant.

The man in the green shirt said calmly: "How can anyone bear the fate of a country? How can a warrior be able to swallow the world with anger?"