My system starts indiscriminate attack!

Chapter 222 Take it easy, let's talk about life and ideals

"Huh!? I'm stupid!!"

Su Ming didn't have any ability to resist at all, none of the equipment in his body worked, the space law of the Dao seemed to be dead, and the phantom mirror couldn't activate his divine thoughts!

The whole person is like a yo-yo, being sucked into the Zixiao Palace uncontrollably.

Pfft!

Before he could react, a dog gnawed mud and fell on a piece of soft futon, like a big round bed, quite elastic.

Su Ming didn't dare to relax in the slightest, he jumped up suddenly.

Look around cautiously.

Calculating crazily in my heart.

"My stone sword is strengthened +99999, and the true phoenix plume and feather fairy clothes are 99999 times more powerful, not to mention that there are Zhutian Qingyun, the twelfth-grade golden lotus, and at worst, I can escape into the Qiankun bag!"

"Odds of winning, I have [-]%!!"

Just as he was quietly refining the stone sword sacrifice, he was ready to force a [-]-[-] split at any time.

A calm voice suddenly came from behind.

"Apprentice grandson, are you planning to fight me, master?"

"Put it away, don't hurt yourself."

"Come, come, don't pout your butt, be rude to the master, turn around."

When Su Ming heard this, he broke out in a cold sweat.

"what!?"

Just as he was about to turn around, the futon under his feet suddenly spun automatically, almost shaking him so that he fell on the ground again, and the whole person turned around 180 degrees in an instant!

"uh-huh!"

With a muffled snort, he slapped his face directly on the futon again, his blood surged up instantly, and he was furious.

"Damn! You're kidding me!"

"Old Deng, if you want to do something, don't force...force..."

Su Ming gritted his teeth, got up quickly, and was about to strike immediately.

But when he looked up, he was a little confused.

In front of him was a long-haired patriarch in white clothes, who was sitting on the same futon with a faint smile on his face. There was an incense table in his hand with green smoke curling up, and a palm-sized bronze incense burner quietly suspended there.

It looked quite amiable.

Hongjun didn't seem to care about Su Ming's offense, he just casually picked up the three-twist hemp rope beside him, stuck it on his leg, and twisted it lightly, as if he was very familiar with it, like an old farmer in the world.

Back to Basics.

"Old Deng?"

"Is this the title of the first time you met your master?"

"It seems that your master is so respectful that he really didn't teach you well."

"Don't be so grumpy."

"From the beginning to the end, has this seat ever attacked you? Has it restricted you? Has it targeted you?"

"Old Deng, where did you come from?"

Hearing this, Su Ming blushed suddenly, really panicking with embarrassment.

Subconsciously put Shi Jian into the Qiankun bag, sat down well-behaved, and saluted to Hongjun obediently.

"Master, the disciple is wrong."

"The disciple has no quality."

As he spoke, his heart felt itchy, and he looked suspiciously at Hongjun who was calmly twisting the hemp rope. It always felt weird.

"Master, I..."

Hongjun laughed lightly, and interrupted him with his hand.

"Hey, don't be so anxious."

"Why don't we close our eyes first, guess about each other's lives, and talk about our future dreams, which can also improve our understanding of each other."

"Instead of being so impatient to make up some stories."

"Tell me, okay?"

While talking, Hongjun had finished twisting a hemp rope in his hand, only as thick as a little finger, but it went around his body, but the back spread and grew into nothingness, with no end in sight.

The most important thing is that just as Hongjun put down the first hemp rope with a calm face, he started to rub the second one.

Seeing this scene, Su Ming swallowed nervously.

"Ah I……"

Hongjun smiled again, and shook his head negatively.

"Don't tell me, let me guess first."

"You have great ambitions, and you want to change the world, establish a Three Realms where everyone is fair, bless all the common people, let immortals and Buddhas observe rituals, and all gods are just."

"You think calamity is abominable, and the world is not benevolent. Everything is a conspiracy by me, and how many lives have been murdered."

These words were uttered in Hongjun's mouth, without any emotion mixed up, as if he was calmly evaluating a matter from the perspective of a bystander.

Su Ming's mouth felt parched at the moment, he was always eloquent, but now he couldn't hold a fart.

Just seeing that the second hemp rope was also twisted, like the first one, lying quietly on Hongjun's lap, I felt an inexplicable emptiness in my heart.

"Ah You……"

Hongjun smiled again, and silently twisted the third hemp rope,

"I?"

"There are countless kalpas in the world, and it is not easy to practice. This seat is nothing more than a Taoist who is harmonious and upright, and straightens out the secrets of heaven."

"Alone in the way of heaven, floating with nothing to rely on."

"This seat is also lonely in my heart. In this world, I can't find any existence that can understand this seat."

Su Ming's head was covered with cold sweat at this moment, and his hairs stood on end.

It was the first time I felt this kind of creepy horror, and the invisible pressure was far more frightening than the previous opponent, the horrific coercion of Tiandao Saint who overturned the prehistoric world.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and directly pressed the hemp rope in Hongjun's hand.

"Master, let's talk about it, let's talk about it!"

"What's the point of twisting the hemp rope in your hands all the time, you don't want to twist a bigger one, just strangle me to death?"

"Can we stop rubbing?"

The third hemp rope in Hongjun's hand was [-]% complete, but it still looked loose and could not be formally formed.

Being interrupted by Su Ming, Hongjun's eyes showed that it really did.

With a chuckle, he slowly put down the hemp rope in his hand, and lined up side by side with the previous two, but they couldn't get together.

"Don't be afraid, this is not hemp rope."

"But..."

"Forget it, you don't need to know now, the master called you here this time, just to chat about life and ideals."

"The world is fair and straight, sometimes it's hard to be what you think it is."

"Forget it, why don't you and I make a bet? Just bet on the future!"

Seeing that he stopped twisting the deadly hemp rope, Su Ming felt a little relieved.

Facing Hongjun's proposal, he frowned suspiciously.

"Bet on the future?"

After thinking about it, I almost didn't laugh out loud. I just got the system's Dao Shentong Tian Wen, and I can predict anyone and anything in the future at will.

If you bet on this, it would be a joke if you could still lose.

Immediately, I felt a little more confident in my heart.

"Okay, I don't know what you want to bet, master?"

"The key, what is the bargaining chip?"

Hongjun chuckled lightly, his indifferent appearance seemed to have nothing to care about, making it impossible to see through any thoughts.

"Gambling on the fate of the human race, the life of the king."

"What bargaining chip do you need between you and me?"

Su Ming thought for a while, and now he didn't have the strength to refuse, so he immediately nodded and agreed.

"Okay, I bet on the king..."

Before Su Ming finished speaking.

Hongjun stopped him directly with a smile.

"I am the ancestor, and my seniority is high, so I will come first."

"I bet that the luck of the king of the people will be defeated, the human race will be difficult and easy to flourish, the human nature will not stand for a long time, and the separation and reunion will make it difficult for the divine land to reunite."