Chapter 1329 Classic Quotes, Don't Bully Young People Into Poverty

The successor of Hongyun is present.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves! Countless people in the prehistoric world who knew the inside story were shocked by this news.

Why are there so many people vying for the "Scattered Soul Gourd Fragment" when it was born?

It's not that the gourd fragments are so precious, the reason for the scramble is simply that the gourd fragments may contain clues to the "Massive Purple Qi".

Just a possibility, many people have already fought for it.

So... does "Heir of the Red Cloud" know the whereabouts of "Hongmeng Ziqi"? Could it be that the "Hongmeng Ziqi" has already fallen into the hands of the "Heir of the Red Cloud"?

Compared with "Gourd Fragments", "Heir of the Red Cloud" is more valuable.

As a result, countless people in the prehistoric world who were concerned about the "Hongmeng Ziqi" began to search for the whereabouts of the "Heir of the Red Cloud" all over the world.

"Hey, Pindao...that's on purpose."

In a restaurant in Liangjieguan, Li Yu stood in front of the window with his wine bottle in hand, looking down at Mr. Long who was downcast and fell into the trough of life, a smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, Mr. Long is no longer in high spirits and high spirits.

The treasure was taken away, and the admirers around him had long since abandoned it. The depressed and downhearted Mr. Long was cast back into his original form of "hanging silk" by a great compassion curse from the Great Compassionate Demon King.

"It turns out... everything is a mirror image!"

Recalling the career of "receiving the green hat" before "time travel", Mr. Long's face was full of misery and depression.

"Will hanging silk always be hanging silk? I'm not reconciled!"

After losing the treasure, the closest follower around him actually united with the evil monks from the Two Realms Pass, and snatched Mr. Long completely. His cultivation base was abolished, and the high-spirited Jiang Hu Xia was few, and he was already in despair.

"Heaven will send a great responsibility to the people..."

"Go away! Stinky beggar!"

Mr. Long is still carrying out "psychological construction", and he is restoring his confidence from the "low life" and rising again.

However... a passerby kicked him to the ground, making Mr. Long realize the reality.

"Why? Why? Am I not the protagonist? Isn't this a test on my way forward? Why is this happening?"

Mr. Long tightly clenched his fist, the sentence "Smelly beggar", like a sharp knife, deeply hurt Mr. Long's heart, it really hurts! It hurts!

"Huh? Isn't this Mr. Long? Among the people are dragons and phoenixes, Mr. Long! Hahahaha!"

A young man in brocade robe glanced arrogantly at the down-and-out Mr. Long, and laughed loudly, "Mr. Long? Pooh! It's not as good as bullshit!"

With his head held high, the young man in brocade robe took out a piece of silver and threw it in front of Young Master Long.

"Looking at the acquaintance, I am not a person who does not miss the past. Come, I will reward you with a piece of silver, so that you can have a full meal. It can be regarded as my meritorious deeds."

Flicking his sleeves contemptuously, the young man in brocade robe laughed loudly, and walked over proudly.

"asshole!"

Mr. Long was so angry that his face was flushed and his whole body was shaking.

The person just now was one of Mr. Long's former followers. It was they who colluded with outsiders to rebel, looted all of Mr. Long's treasures, and even severely injured Mr. Long, crippling his cultivation.

Now, face to face insult. This hatred, this hatred, is irreconcilable!

"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty!"

Young Master Long clenched his fists tightly, roared to the sky, and shouted a "classic saying" that shocked the heavens and the world.

Then……

He ushered in a burst of laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"A beggar, still talking nonsense?"

"Why do you care about him? Maybe tomorrow you will see his body in the stinky ditch."

The contempt of passers-by made Mr. Long's heart feel like a knife piercing his heart, making him feel ashamed.

The high-spirited young hero of the rivers and lakes, the young monk with a bright future, has come down to this point, why?

Mr. Long's eyes were red, his chest heaved and he was panting heavily.

"Why? Because... Pindao chose you!"

Li Yu smiled and shook his head,

"Well, since you shouted 'Don't bully the young and poor', Pindao will give you a chance."

Mr. Long's so-called "traveling" was invented by Li Yu.

In order to let the "Heir of the Red Cloud" appear in the world, he took Mr. Long as an introduction and made a lot of troubles.

Therefore, the current situation of Mr. Long was really caused by Li Yu.

"The protagonist Long Aotian, who is prosperous in luck, every time he suffers a setback, it is an opportunity to gain a chance and rise again. What fell off a cliff and found a treasure, what happened after a big defeat, and then found a treasure. These are very classic plots."

Li Yu picked up the wine bottle and drank it down. He already had an idea in his mind, "Successor of the Red Cloud, of course, we need to release some smoke bombs."

Therefore, this Mr. Long was once again used as a cover by Li Yu, and he planned to make him the "Heir of the Red Cloud".

Night fell.

The Two Realms Gate at night has become more dangerous. In the darkness, all kinds of crimes emerged one after another.

"I can't go down like this, I must rise again! I will definitely rise again!"

Dragging his seriously injured body, Mr. Long staggered while leaning on the wall, and walked into an alley.

This is the place Mr. Long chose to stay.

During the day, Mr. Long found a dilapidated house in this alley. Even though the doors of the house were collapsed and weeds were overgrown, it was better than sleeping on the street after all.

Moving his body step by step, Mr. Long walked to the dilapidated house enduring the pain all over his body.

Walking into the dilapidated house, Mr. Long found that the dilapidated house seemed to have been a temple. In the house covered with weeds and piled up with broken tiles, there is actually a half-broken statue of a god.

Only the two legs of the statue are intact, and the upper half has been completely turned into rubble, and the history cannot be seen at all.

Mr. Long didn't even bother to see the origin.

Leaning on the stone platform of the god statue, he sat down slowly. Mr. Long was panting for a long time, his body was seriously injured and painful, and Mr. Long almost collapsed to the ground.

"I have seen it through. Fame, prestige, and glory are all false. Strength, and only strength is the most important thing."

There was a determination on Mr. Long's face. The former arrogance, the former blindness, had faded away in his heart, leaving only the deepness and firmness, and... the desire for power.

"Brother, that smelly beggar is right here."

At this time, a few dark shadows suddenly appeared outside the dilapidated house. The evil in the darkness has already emerged.

"Brother, it is said that this guy used to be a famous monk, can we deal with him?"

A black figure seemed a little nervous, terrified of the monk's power.

"What are you afraid of? His cultivation has been abolished by others. Hehe, Master Black Soul needs some good corpses to refine corpse soldiers. This former monk will definitely sell for a good price."

Saying that, several black shadows got into the broken house, drew out their swords, and pointed at Mr. Long who was collapsed beside the statue.

"A thief? Haha! I didn't expect that I, Long, would die at the hands of a few low-level thieves."

When Mr. Long saw these thieves, his heart was full of misery, and he felt deeply unwilling.