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"The sky is vast and the earth is coming down. Hu is not going to save all spirits from suffering? All spirits are drifting day and night, and they are drunk and swallowed and died speechless. They shouted to the sky and shouted that the sky was not responding, and all things are trivial and useless. How can you get the vast thousand and chaos and avoid teaching the creation and the creation of elves?"

In front of the gate of Puguang Temple, there is a large stone with engravings on it. The pen is "Changchun". The person who wrote it is Changchun Ziqiu Chuji, the head of Quanzhen Sect.

Reading this poem, Wang Li smiled: "The sky is vast and the earth is coming. Hu Bu is not here to save the suffering of all the people. I am here?"

"And the mortals are suffering themselves, and do not want to save themselves, but are numb, willing to sink into it, or they may only cry and tell the gods and shout to the sky. What's the use? Mortals are just mortals after all."

"I will give you a way out today, open a door of convenience, and lay a boat that saves all living beings, and follow me to walk towards the other side of transcendence, but you have to collect travel expenses and ship supplies. Whether you transcend or not depends on yourself."

In front of Puguang Temple, Wang Li stood quietly with his hands, constantly absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, which is far more powerful than the world of laughter and proud, into the body. Although this amount is not large, it can be more accumulated.

The rising sun rose to the east, and when it was noon, Wang Li's eyes suddenly lit up. On the way up the mountain to Puguang Temple, a farmer-like man was walking towards this place with a donkey and a thin boy in his teenage years old.

The man was sturdy and looked exactly like a farmer who worked in the fields all year round. He gave people a bit dull feeling, but after looking closely, he felt loyal and reliable with others, which made people feel at ease.

This is Guo Jing, the protagonist of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

I think Guo Jing has no other great skills, he is not smart, he is not smart, and his martial arts qualifications are average, and his understanding is not good. He has almost no other advantages except being willing to work hard.

But it was thanks to this kind of loyal and reliable temperament that attracted Huang Rong, a husband-promoting daughter who had no mother since childhood, had no father, and was insecure in her heart, who had been insecure since then, had become a dragon, but she was also a character.

However, he has no plan. Although Huang Rong has some wisdom, she finally ends up being clever. So in the end, the two of them ended up in a city and a death, which is very lamentable.

"I've invited this brother!"

At this time, Guo Jing and the future Divine Condor Hero had already arrived in front of the temple. It was almost noon and the two were about to go and make a vegetarian meal. Seeing Wang Li standing in front of the temple, Guo Jing came over directly and gave a gift.

"Are you Guo Jing?" Wang Li'an took a tribute and asked Guo Jing, but his eyes fell on the young man beside him, and then he fell on him. Wang Li was slightly surprised and suspicious.

This young man is undoubtedly Yang Guo. He is handsome and has the style of his father Yang Kang. This is the capital for him to cause many bad feelings in the future.

At this time, in Wang Li's eyes, Yang Guo was not just this extraordinary, but his temperament at this moment. Although Yang Guo looked like a young man, he gave Wang Li a strange feeling in his bones.

There was a feeling of being bystandering inside him, as if everything in front of him was a drama. Since he was involved, his mind was jumping out of it and not in the drama.

Immediately, Wang Li activated his soul vision and looked directly at Yang Guo's body and mind. In an instant, he had some understanding.

Yang Guo was actually a sober. However, after he woke up, he put his sober aside and followed the flow. At this time, when he saw Wang Li, a person who should not have been here, a sense of shock was faintly revealed in his heart.

"Are you sober? People with high spiritual realm, in this small secret realm of thousands of reincarnation, the more likely they are to wake up. The higher the realm, the greater the greater. If they are mortals, it is impossible to wake up."

"This Yang Guo was able to create a realm of martial arts like the Anran** Palm, which obviously touched the realm. Maybe he achieved something in his later years, and it is unknown whether he could make a move to the Grandmaster."

"I am Guo Jing. Are you the Taoist brother of Chongyang Palace? I don't seem to know you?"

Guo Jing was dressed as a farmer at this time, but he actually had a shadow in his heart. He was afraid that he would meet some old friends on the Mongolian territory. At this time, he heard Wang Li call him by his name and suddenly became a little confused.

His martial arts were first passed down to the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan, and then he was under Quanzhen's sect. However, he didn't know much from the Quanzhen Sect, namely the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, Yin Zhiping, who once sent a letter, and several others.

"I not only know you, but also know that your purpose in coming to Chongyang Palace is to take this little brother to Chongyang Palace to learn martial arts. I don't know what I said is right?"

Guo Jing was surprised when he heard this: "Brother Dao, how did you know?"

"Hahahaha!" Wang Li laughed up loudly, and Guo Jing felt inexplicable, and felt even more mysterious in his heart.

"Why is Brother Dao laughing?"

Wang Li held back his laughter: "You don't need to go to Chongyang Palace now. How can the younger generations in Chongyang Palace teach him the martial arts of this little brother? Don't say that Quanzhen teaches these younger generations, even if Zhou Botong wants to teach him, he thinks that the state is not enough."

"Junior? Little naughty boy?"

Guo Jing listened to Wang Li's words for no reason. Could it be that the Taoist in front of him is even higher than Zhou Botong? Quanzhen Qizi was a junior in his mouth, and the old naughty boy became a little naughty boy in his mouth.

What's wrong with the old naughty boy? Guo Jing was full of questions. His IQ was not high, and when he encountered Wang Li's words, he was directly involved.

At this time, Wang Li finished speaking, but looked at Yang Guo: "Heroine Divine Condor, don't you feel surprised to see the real person here, do you still have to continue pretending?"

Yang Guo's heart suddenly burst into great waves, and his eyes were extremely shocked: "Who are you?"

He asked in horror, then waved his hands repeatedly: "I have never heard of what the God Condor Hero is."

"Hahahaha!" Wang Li laughed loudly, looked at him and said with a smile: "Do you want to go to Chongyang Palace first, then go to the ancient tomb and reunite with your aunt as you remember in your past?"

"Well, since you have memories, probably many things that happened later will not happen again."

"I wonder if what I said is correct?"

Wang Li looked at Yang Guo deeply: "But have you ever thought that since the real person appears here and touches it casually, things in this world will change in a variety of ways. If you want to go with the flow, it is impossible to enter the ancient tomb like in the past?"

"You, who are you?"

Yang Guo was shocked when he heard his body. He had several "rebirths", but no matter which memory he was reborn, he did not have the person in front of him.

"Hahaha!" Wang Li smiled but did not answer, then looked at Guo Jing and asked, "I heard that you have been guarding Xiangyang City and fighting against Mongolia. I wonder if you have ever thought of completely overturning the entire Mongolia once and for all?"

Wang Li asked, and Guo Jing's body shook.

"Haha!" Looking at his expression, Wang Li sneered.

"Did you ever think about one thing? The longer the Xiangyang resists, the sooner or later it will be defeated by Mongolia. Given the losses caused to Mongolia by Xiangyang, in order to intimidate the others of the Southern Song Dynasty, what will they do with the tyranny of the Mongols?"

"In the past, ** also followed the Mongolians to expedition the west. What did the Mongols do to invade Samarkand and other cities?"

Guo Jing's body was shocked again, and Wang Li's words evoked his memories of the past. Why did he guard Xiangyang was really too deep for the Mongolians, knowing that once Mongolia conquered Xiangyang, there would be countless people in the entire Jiangnan who would die under the Mongols' butcher knife.

"I know what to do?" Wang Li stared at him tightly: "Then let me ask you, what's the point of defending Xiangyang City? Is it just for the Mongols to use more fierce killing and even massacre to shock the city after Xiangyang City is broken in the future?"

It is common practice for alien races to enter the Central Plains and want to establish rule, relying on cruel killing and killing all those who resist. How many Han people were killed by Hu people during the Five Barbarians' Invasion of China?

How cruel is the rise of Mongolia to massacre the entire world?

Later, when the Qing Dynasty entered the Central Plains, it was also a massacre of one city and one city. There were tens of thousands here and hundreds of thousands there. Until all those who dared to rise up and resist were killed, only some compromises or cords were left, and only the butcher's knife was put down.

When Wang Li asked, a trace of confusion flashed in Guo Jing's eyes. Why should he defend Xiangyang? What is the point? Is it just for the future when the city of Xiangyang is broken, will the Mongols use more fierce killing and even massacres to shock them?

Wang Li said in one sentence, completely denying everything he had done over the years, and it sounded a little more reasonable: "Is it wrong for me to guard Xiangyang for so many years?"

"No, no, the Mongols must not be allowed to enter Jiangnan, otherwise the entire Jiangnan will be devastated."

"Hmph!" Wang Li snorted coldly: "So, are you standing on the side of the Southern Song Dynasty? Well, since you are standing on the side of the Southern Song Dynasty, the Mongols are mortal enemies."

"I ask you, I want you to attack the Mongols, kill all the Mongols who invaded the Central Plains, and drive them back to the grassland completely. Can you do it?"

"Kill all the Mongols?" Guo Jing's eyes flashed with confusion. He grew up in Mongolia since he was a child and had a deep relationship with Mongolia. Mongolia was his first half of his life. Can he let go of his hands and kill the Mongols?

"No, I know you can't just look at your current dress? Why do you want this outfit? You are afraid of meeting old friends from Mongolia in the past? Central Plains is so big, you are still afraid of meeting old friends, haha! What's your mentality?"

"Guo Jing, I ask you, are you a Mongol or a Han person?"

"If it is a Han person, he will kill all the Mongols. If it is a Mongol person, he will help Mongolia conquer Xiangyang and unify the world as soon as possible, and save more wars and killings. I wonder how many people will die less."

"However, by the means of the Mongols ruling the Han people, people divided into four levels. The Han people in Jiangnan must be the fourth level, just like pigs and dogs. Is this what you want to see?"

"Mongolia is powerful today, and it will not decline like the Jin Kingdom in the future. By then, the entire Central Plains and Jiangnan will rebel together. Once the Mongolian Empire collapsed, the slogan of killing Hu'er only stopping when he held a steel knife and killed all Hu'er, killing the Mongols completely. Do you want to see this?"

Wang Li asked questions one after another, and his voice hit Guo Jing's heart. If Huang Rong had helped him at this time, he could still refute him a few words, but Guo Jing was the only one. Wang Li asked about a field that was suppressed in his heart and unwilling to touch.

Countless conflicts and entanglements were directly picked up by Wang Li to the surface, and an extremely complex look rose in his eyes, more confused and at a loss.

"Oh!" Wang Li sighed lightly and shook his head: "What is the greatest hero? What is the country and the people? Guo Daxia, who guards Xiangyang, turns out to be just a rat who cannot stand his position."
Chapter completed!