The Strongest Virtuous Saint in the Great Antiquity

Hongyun looked at Songyun in a puzzled way, and the doubts in his eyes did not hide in the slightest.

Song Yun smiled slightly, and then met the suspicious eyes of Hong Yun and Kunpeng and explained: "According to common sense, the only people in the world who can escape the sage's fortune-telling are indeed the sage, but this is just a person, what if it is a thing?"

"Things?"

Hongyun and Kunpeng both froze for a moment, and then Kunpeng seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help frowning and said: "Do you mean that the other party has a magic weapon that can hide the secret?"

"I don't know if it's a magic weapon, a treasure, or a special magical power, but I can be sure that this time I used the method of killing people with a knife to calculate me, and even the people of the human race must not be saints in the world. , neither of them."

Song Yun said it very firmly, and it was his very confident tone that made Hongyun and Kunpeng also believe Song Yun's inference.

"In this way, it is somewhat possible. However, there are so many magical treasures in this world. Even our saints cannot know all the magical treasures. It is difficult to find the murderer."

Hongyun nodded, but then became a little worried.

However, Song Yun, who was the party concerned, seemed very relaxed, he smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist Hongyun, you don't need to worry, although the person who did this was difficult to know for a while, but fortunately, I have already understood his way of doing things. ."

"The two fellow Daoists all know that I have great merits and virtues in me. If ordinary people harm me, they will be rejected by heaven, so I will definitely not have that bloody disaster~'".

Song Yun's words are a bit louder, but the great merits of Song Yun do exist. Hongyun and Kunpeng are also very clear that this kind of merit is placed on Song Yun, and it is indeed very scary for those who count him. .

Generally speaking, if you want to deal with such a person of great merit, you must not directly face it. Let’s not talk about whether Songyun, who has merit and protection, can beat the doubled defense. Even if you do, you will hurt yourself. For monks who have meritorious deeds in heaven and earth, it is strange that the way of heaven does not lower their karma.

So if you want to harm a person with great merit, you must use evil tricks, such as harming his merit, or trying to conspire to damage his luck.

In a word, it must be wretched and developed, and cannot be confrontational.

"I am now a human race saint teacher, and one or two of the human race's luck lies in me. If the human race is damaged, my cultivation will also be damaged. At that time, the luck will dissipate, and due to this backlash, the heavens and the human beings will decline. Even if there is merit and blessing, I am afraid that I will not be able to escape the disaster, so the person hiding behind will definitely put that plan above the human race."

After listening to Song Yun's analysis, Hong Yun showed a sad face, but Kun Peng couldn't hide his murderous intent.

The two of them are Confucian saints, and they were also born through the luck of the human race. If the human race is damaged, the two saints will not be better off.

Kunpeng said in a cold voice, "Don't let Pindao catch who that person is, otherwise, Pindao will blow him to ashes!"

This guardian saint is full of murderous aura, but this is normal. The guardian of his own will do that killing thing. You can see that the treasure in Kunpeng's hand is a sword.

So Song Yun seems very natural, after all, Kunpeng's murderous aura is not aimed at him, is it?

"Kunpeng Daoist fellow, don't be so annoyed. Although that person is going to take action against the human race, it may not be good news. At least, we already know his behavior and what I want to focus on next."

Song Yun said with a smile, after Kunpeng heard this, he slowly dissipated his murderous aura and nodded slowly.

An enemy in the dark, if he doesn't know what he will do next, it is indeed a big headache, especially if this person Kunpeng and Hongyun are not saints, it will be even more troublesome.

"Fellow Daoist intends to use the human race as a bait to lure the people behind?"

Hongyun listened to Songyun's meaning, and it seemed like that.

But Song Yun shook his head, but denied Hong Yun's guess.

"No, no, no."

Seeing this, Hongyun couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean by that fellow Daoist?"

"The human race is the foundation of our luck, and it must not be damaged. Even if it is damaged, it cannot be damaged. Unless it is a last resort, I will not use the human race as bait to do things that lead snakes out of their holes. My intention is to It is to concentrate on protecting the human race, and in the next period of time, I will probably go to the witch clan to be more diligent, and the human race will rely on two fellow Taoists to take care of me when I am not here."

Song Yun looked at Hongyun and Kunpeng sincerely and said, Hongyun and Kunpeng looked at each other, Hongyun immediately nodded and replied: "... Of course, the human race is also the foundation of my sanctification, and I will take good care of it. ."

"It's just, fellow Daoist Songyun, I really can only passively protect the human race, and can't take the initiative to attack?"

Kunpeng was still a little unhappy, and he wanted to quickly catch the villain who was calculating against the human race.

Song Yun shook his head, and then said: "The time is not enough, the time is not enough, in the final analysis, my foundation, the foundation of the human race, is still too shallow..."

Having said this, Song Yun paused for a moment, and then said: "However, if the matter of the Wu clan is properly planned, there may be less taboos..."

"Oh?"

Kunpeng looked at Song Yun curiously, but seeing that Song Yun had no desire to continue talking, he did not ask any more questions. Anyway, the three of them were now grasshoppers (Hao Nuo Zhao) tied to a rope. No matter what Song Yun is planning, it will definitely be harmless to them. Kunpeng can guarantee this with a pat on the chest.

As Song Yun himself said, in the next period of time, he went to the Wu clan a little bit hard, to be precise, he went to the Houtu tribe very diligently.

Since Di Jiang guessed that Song Yun had something to do with Pangu, and that Song Yun had helped some of the Wu clan, Houtu naturally established some friendship with Song Yun.

On weekdays, the two discuss the Tao with each other, but for ordinary monks, discussing the Tao is really sitting down, each expounding his own understanding of the Tao, seeking common ground while reserving differences, but for the Wu clan, their discussion of the Tao may be a matter of sitting down. Less time down, more hands-on time.

This is what Hou Tu often said, don't be so rude, come and see the real chapter!

Maybe Houtu didn't say this sentence at the time, but the meaning must be the same....

Chapter [-] It's fake to hone my combat skills, is it real to be your sparring partner?

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On an open space among the Houtu tribes of the Wu tribe, there are many great witches of the Houtu tribe. They are just like in ancient legends. They are all two or three meters tall. She covered her shame in a short skirt.

These big men have dark skin and knotted muscles, and they look very mighty.

If this kind of person is placed in a war period, it is a general who charges into battle.

But at this moment, these reckless men are gathered in a pile discussing gossip...

"Da Yi, but I never thought that this Taoist Songyun could fight so fiercely with the ancestors of Houtu. I originally thought that this Taoist cultivator was not good at his skills."

A big bearded witch poked the more handsome man next to him, and the big witch named Dayi said in a low voice.

However, for their group of reckless men, it was a low voice, and for ordinary humans, it was no different from the volume of a normal conversation.