You Know Nothing About Pain

Now, Mr. Ji is consuming his Dao source and forcibly moving the world source, in order to divert a little bit of the killing intent transmitted from Baihu to Naruto in a silent situation.

This kind of thing itself does not need to be so troublesome, but helplessly, the opponent on the opposite side is Baihu. If you use the normal method, you will be discovered by the other party immediately before you connect. At that time, Baihu will not watch you do things. I'm afraid I won't be able to connect.

Therefore, Mr. Ji can only use this extreme method to ensure that his actions are foolproof, directly prying the source of the Dao to do this kind of thing. Even if Bai Hu knows it, he has nothing to do. He will never consume his source to do this like Mr. Ji. Kind of thing.

But even though Mr. Ji used this method to connect Kyuubi and Naruto, when he started to drain the murderous thoughts, he was still discovered by Baihu.

Mr. Ji only felt that when the space around him was dark, he was pulled into the spiritual space by some force.

"Who am I to be able to divert my killing intent without my knowledge? So it's you."

A voice like a cold stream in winter rang in Mr. Ji's ears.

As the voice appeared, a handsome man in a white cloak with two golden scratches under his eyes appeared in front of Mr. Ji, his lips as bright as blood evoked a smile, looked at Mr. Ji and said:

"I thought you were dead, Ji Zheng." Mr. Ji looked at the strange man who suddenly appeared, his eyes were slightly fixed, but there was no strange expression on his face, he just bowed his head slightly and said:

"Long time no see, Lord Bai Hu, long time no see, how can you-"

"Stop following me, I don't understand your greeting rules."

However, before Mr. Ji finished speaking, Bai Hu interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and said impatiently:

"You Confucian scholars, I have seen clearly for a long time. You all say something nice, but in fact, you may have something bad in your heart."

"Master Baihu is joking." Mr. Ji said slowly: "We Confucian scholars have always been upright and upright, and we pay attention to a heart for the world, a life for the people, and a greatness for the world—"

"I said it's fine, don't talk about it." Bai Hu rolled his eyes and said, "I don't care what you stand for, it has nothing to do with me, and I never feel that you care about what a guy like me says."

For orthodox scholars of Confucianism, the principle that they will always follow is that heaven and earth are the greatest. I can be polite to you in normal times, but once there is a conflict between you and my heart, no matter how high your status is, I want to touch you too.

For an existence like Bai Hu, who was born before the emergence of Confucianism, this kind of fucking urine of Confucian scholars has long been seen clearly, so of course he will not take Mr. Ji's politeness to him seriously.

Regarding Bai Hu's ridicule, Mr. Ji didn't refute anything, he just smiled and said: "What Master Bai Hu said is true."

"It's coming again, you guys are so weird, can't you guys talk faster?"

Bai Hu squinted at Mr. Ji, then suddenly changed his expression, looked at Mr. Ji with a smile and said:

"But Ji Zheng, you are still alive, this really surprised me.

Everyone thought you were gone, but I know a few big sects who found out about your death, and I can't wait to set off hundreds of thousands of firecrackers at the door to celebrate. Do you want to know their names? "

"You don't have to worry about this Lord Baihu." Mr. Ji said with a smile: "Even if you don't tell me, I can probably guess who they are."

In his own world, Mr. Ji has many friends, but more enemies. After all, Mr. Ji was also a violent and passionate youth when he was young. He has done far more outrageous things than Naruto. Although restrained, the blood in his chest has not cooled down, so naturally there will be no shortage of enemies anywhere.

There used to be a grand elder of a large sect who came from the royal family of a small remote country. After he succeeded in cultivation, he naturally wanted to take care of the blood of his descendants and use his status as the elder of the sect to give that remote The royal family of a small country sends some benefits.

This matter itself is nothing. Although this approach clearly conflicts with the Confucian monks not to interfere with mortal affairs, especially the royal family's state affairs, you secretly give some medicines that can make people live longer or cure chronic diseases. No one is really serious about things like pills.

It is also human nature to want to help one's blood relatives, and Confucianism will not overbearingly prevent such things.

And the Confucianists are too lazy to dwell on these bullshit things all day long, they have a lot of more important things waiting to be dealt with, so basically they just turn a blind eye and close one eye, just don't go too far.

But the bad thing is that the Supreme Elder may think that the sect he belongs to is a well-known sect in the world. In addition, the royal bloodline he belongs to is only a remote small country, and the current emperor is still his direct bloodline. So unexpectedly secretly gave a copy of the cultivation method to the emperor.

Although the elder Taishang exhorted thousands of times to keep a low profile when sending out the cultivation method, but how could the emperor of this small remote country understand so many twists and turns in it? Show it off, and then be discovered by Confucian students passing by and traveling.

This is really poking a hornet's nest. The mortal royal family is not allowed to practice any magic arts related to longevity. This is the most important thing. It is the bottom line clearly stipulated by Confucianism. Anyone who dares to violate the law will dig the foundation of Confucianism.

So the news was quickly reported layer by layer among the Confucian sects, and finally reached Mr. Ji.

Seeing how unbearable this situation was, Mr. Ji immediately slapped the table, and went alone to the sect of the Supreme Elder who gave the practice law to his descendants to ask for an explanation.

Facing the aggressive Mr. Ji, this large sect knew that it was wrong, and at the same time, it also knew that the people on its side had committed a big taboo.

So after Mr. Ji came, his attitude was very low, trying to fool the past with the reason that the country is very small and remote, and it can't affect anything.

But Mr. Ji didn't take this kind of thing, and said straight to the point as soon as he went.

If you want to be a fairy, you can.

If you want to be emperor, you can.

But if you want to be a god and an emperor at the same time, then you can't.

If you insist on going your own way, then have a touch with Confucianism, just to let the world see that their Confucian rules are not just spoken.

Of course, it was impossible for this large sect to run into Confucianism head-on because of this. They knew that the lunatics of Confucianism could do anything, so they immediately gave up.

The final result of the discussion was that the descendants of the royal blood of the Supreme Elder could no longer serve in the national army. At the same time, all the clans left the mortal world and came to this large sect garrison. It doesn't matter.

Originally, this matter ended like this, but when Mr. Ji came out of the large sect, he suddenly wanted to visit that remote small country on a whim.

It turned out that the royal family in this country was fatuous, only thinking about enjoying themselves and becoming immortals, oppressing the poor crazily, corrupt officials rampant in the country, and the people at the bottom were in dire straits. Called to the capital.

When Mr. Ji arrived in the capital, the leader of the rebel army was leading his troops to attack the palace, and even the troops who came to capture the city had turned against them.

There is no need to discuss the outcome of this situation itself, it must be a change of owner.

But the bad thing is that this group of royal families practiced the magic arts given by the elders, and relied on the magic of the fairy family to defend the palace, killing the rebels and turning their backs.

Although there are some capable and righteous men in the rebel army, how could this kind of folk practitioners compete with the emperor who has a large sect of formal law, and it is not bad if he can save his own life.

At that time, the leader of the rebel army watched his subordinates being slaughtered by the opponent's magic like chopping melons and vegetables, but he could only roar helplessly, cursing that God had no eyes, and let this kind of guy master the magic of the fairy family.

This time Mr. Ji couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately pulled out a magic trick, which directly sealed the supernatural powers of everyone in the royal family, making them become ordinary people like before.

When Mr. Ji cast the spell, this group of royal families who caused the pain of their own people instantly lost all magical powers and spells, and became the same ordinary people as before.

Now that he has become an ordinary person, the ending is naturally very clear. Everything has returned to the right track as it should. The rebel army outside quickly invaded the imperial city. All the stubborn royal family members were beheaded for public display, and no one survived. .

After Mr. Ji went back, he reported what he had done to the Confucian sect. The Confucian sect's attitude towards this was that they did a good job. It's just a dream.

When the grand elder of the large sect learned that his bloodline had been completely cut off, he gritted his teeth angrily, and mobilized his subordinates to find out what was going on. How could future generations lose to the mortal army.

The Supreme Elder quickly found out that it was because someone in the dark blocked the supernatural powers of his bloodline clansmen, and was killed by the untouchables who rebelled outside.

This Supreme Elder naturally knows who did the tricks, but he dare not ask him to trouble the Confucian School. He also understands the Confucian School. I'm afraid the Confucian sect will give him two big mouths first.

But it's impossible to do nothing. This Supreme Elder has no hope of being promoted in this life, and the only sustenance is his own blood descendants. Now that the blood descendants are completely cut off, how can he bear it.

So the elder Taishang quietly took action secretly, killing the important figures of the rebel army at that time, who had now re-established the country and became the leader of the emperor, and many important officials were all killed to avenge his own blood.

Pity this country that was about to usher in a peaceful day, because of the actions of the elders, it fell into endless wars, and the people were once again involved in wars.

But these things are not worth mentioning to this Supreme Elder. They are just some untouchables like ants. They die when they die, and they are not killed by him. They can only blame themselves for being too weak.

It's just a pity that the Supreme Elder thought he was doing it secretly, but he didn't know that Confucianism would send people to watch this situation for a period of time, in order to prevent some monks from relying on their own cultivation to take revenge on the mortal world afterwards people.

So the Confucianism sect naturally knew about this matter, and this moment is really tolerable or unbearable.

This Supreme Elder doesn't care about the life and death of ordinary people, but Confucianism cares, and cares to the bone.

The monks of the immortal family wantonly massacred the mortal people, causing the collapse of the society and the destruction of artifacts. The country that was supposed to usher in peace fell into war again.

Every point in this has deeply stimulated the Confucian scholars.

When Mr. Ji heard about this incident, he was also furious, so he took the initiative to invite Ying, and brought a few friends and many Confucian scholars who supported him, directly surrounded this large sect, and asked them to hand over the Supreme Elder.

This sect was unwilling to hand over at first, so Mr. Ji can get used to their problem.

Immediately sacrificed the magic weapon given to him by the Confucian sect, and then united with the great Confucianists around him, everyone directly wrapped up this large sect with a towering literary spirit, and then ruthlessly suppressed it for a full thirty years.

At the beginning, this sect still wanted to ask others for help or spend a lot of time, but who would have thought that Mr. Ji's literary spirit not only suppressed the sect, but even cut off the flow of Feng Shui dragon veins and spiritual energy around the sect, killing this sect? The sect has become an isolated island in the real sense, nothing can get in, nothing can get out.

It's no big deal for monks to have no food and no water, but the only thing they can't do without spiritual energy.

How can they practice without aura? High-level monks can still stand up, but what about those low-level or even beginner disciples? They are now golden time for cultivation and laying the foundation. How much time is wasted? A month is a great loss, and it may even cause the height of future achievements.

So the sect began to beg for mercy again, saying that it was willing to hand over the Supreme Elder.

But Mr. Ji didn't respond at all. You didn't talk to you when you talked nicely before, but now you know that you are afraid after making a move. There are not such good things in this world. Let's suppress the murderous arrogance for a while first, and let other sects in the world see Look, don't forget what they rely on to beat the Confucianism sect. The monks in the world are frightened by the news.

In the end, Mr. Ji directly led the Confucian monks to suppress this sect for [-] years. It was not until the Supreme Elder voluntarily committed suicide, and this sect also withdrew because of the [-] years of suppression. Opened the stage of a large sect.

But even though the matter is settled, Mr. Ji and Liang Zi from this sect are also settled.

That's why Baihu said that many people knew the news after Mr. Ji's death, and they were happy to hang up [-] firecrackers to celebrate.

"That's why I said, it's really boring to chat with people like you, it's full of chatter from beginning to end."

Looking at the indifferent Mr. Ji, Bai Hu curled his lips, looked Mr. Ji up and down, then raised his eyebrows and said:

"No matter what, the news that you are still alive is not a big deal.

If some caring people know about it, it will probably cause quite a stir. Although your current state doesn't look much better than death, how about it, do you want me to help you? "

"Thank you Lord Baihu for your concern, but I appreciate your kindness."

Mr. Ji's answer was watertight: "I'm content with saving a little life, and I don't dare to ask for too much."

"But since you're not dead, why don't you go back and recuperate, why are you staying in this wretched place?

This place doesn't matter what you want, even the spiritual energy is so thin, it is estimated that there will be a little fairy at most, what's the point. "

Bai Hu suddenly changed the topic, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Mr. Ji with the eyes of his prey, and said with a malicious smile on his face:

"I guess... Could it be that your current injury is more serious than I imagined, and you have reached the point where you can't go back independently, or even contact your own teacher?"

After listening to Bai Hu's words, Mr. Ji just smiled and did not respond, neither denying nor agreeing.

Baihu observed Mr. Ji silently for a while, then shrugged and said, "Forget it, it doesn't matter to me what you think. I don't care about your Confucianism." "But I don't have any grudges with you. If you really If I can’t get in touch with my former teachers or friends, it’s not that I can’t help to talk about it, anyway, it’s all dispensable to me, just to have some fun.”

In the middle of speaking, Baihu seemed to feel a little tired from standing all the time, so he stretched out his hand, and a grand teacher's chair appeared behind him, found a comfortable posture and sat firmly on it, looked at Mr. Ji with a smile and said:

"But then again, since I can help you, I can also deal with you. If you don't have eyes, I can't guarantee your safety if something goes wrong."

What Baihu said was very aggressive, and he pointed directly at Mr. Ji's pain points. The hidden meaning in the words is that you can't take care of your own now, so don't interfere with what I do. I'll help you when I'm in a good mood, but if the kid doesn't have eyes and makes me anxious and cleans up with you, no one will know anyway.

Hearing Baihu's words, Mr. Ji's heart sank slightly.

Although Baihu always had a smile on his face when he spoke, as if he was joking, but Mr. Ji did not give up any vigilance in his heart, and always maintained the highest vigilance, trying not to let himself show any weakness or flaws.

Because Mr. Ji knew that this handsome, smiling guy in front of him, who seemed like a son or brother from a wealthy family, was a terrifying existence.

The white tiger is the god of the west, the five elements belong to gold, and it is the god of supervising soldiers in ancient times.

It can be said that all attributes and identities of Baihu are inseparable from killing. For Baihu, killing is a matter that does not need a reason, and his existence represents killing.

It is no exaggeration to say that for a person like Tude Xingjun, if one day Baihu is suddenly in a bad mood, he will kill him if he really wants to, without any reason.

For Baihu, he needed a reason not to kill someone.

For Baihu, the reason why he is willing to talk so many boring things with Mr. Ji here is because he has not figured out the cards in Mr. Ji's hand. If he acts rashly, it may cause him some trouble. A few old guys, he is still a little imaginary.