Play the cultivation game in the world of immortality

Chapter 122 The world in the eyes

"Your acceptance and adaptability are far higher than I imagined."

"Come and sit by my side."

Jing Zhu glanced at Sheng Yu lightly, and then shifted her gaze to Jian Cong'an, who was smiling foolishly and wanted to sit down with her, and sighed helplessly, "Cong'an, have you had enough rest?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

Staring at her husband's beautiful side face, Jian Cong'an nodded unconsciously, then shook her head violently.

"Oh no! Not enough! Not enough!"

"It's late, it's time for you to study, and you can't leave your homework for a day."

Jian Cong'an said aggrievedly: "Sir, you said that I can rest for a whole day today! You don't mean anything!"

"If you are told to go, you can go." Jing Zhu said in a firm tone, not to be refused.

The thatched hut is very small and empty, with ventilation on all sides. There is a low table and two grass futons on the side near the small pond.

Sheng Wei sat down on the grass futon, looked at Jian Cong'an reluctantly waving goodbye to him, thoughtful.

From the looks of it, Mr. Jing seems to have something to say to him alone?
After dismissing Jian Cong'an, Shi Shiran of Jingzhu sat down on the grass futon opposite Sheng Yu, wearing a blue shirt and dragging the ground, blending in with the color of the grass.

She reached for the clay pot on one side, poured a bowl of cool tea soup for Sheng Yu and herself one by one, raised the bowl and took a sip before opening her mouth: "Do you have many questions in your heart?"

Sheng Yu nodded.

"Are you surprised? The legendary holy place of practice is completely different from the imaginary indifferent and carefree place far away from the world of mortals?"

Sheng Yu continued to nod.

Jing Zhu looked at her and asked: "Then, in your eyes, what should the world of practice look like? What do people who practice practice look like?"

"Or, what does the world look like in your eyes?"

Sheng Yu was stunned.

What should the world look like?This question made her a little sad, and her heart throbbed uncontrollably.

She thought of the cages outside the cage one after another, the endless corridors, the hanging ladder with no exit, and the dizzying and confusing maze.

At that time, she often thought, what would the outside world look like?
The feeling of dry mouth welled up in his throat, Sheng Qi swallowed, and picked up the tea bowl in front of him to take a sip.

The tea soup is very thick, the color is black with greenish, there are a lot of grayish green tea stalks floating on the soup surface, and some dark red powder, the appearance is really not good, the smell is slightly bitter, mixed with a little The aroma of cinnamon, as soon as one enters the mouth, is cold and choking, and there seems to be a flame burning between the mouth and tongue, which is so hot that it hurts.

It doesn't quench your thirst, it's just that people become more awake.

"I've read it in the story book, nothing more than day and night, ants in the sky, romantic stories, and jokes in the gutter."

Even though she knew that this was not the answer she wanted, Jing Zhu didn't rush to interrupt her, but waited patiently for her to finish.

After she finished speaking, Jing Zhu's curiosity was aroused instead, and she said with a relaxed expression: "I have to say, your summary is very interesting, but why do you say that?"

As for the scripts, she has read a lot of them, whether they are common or those in the spiritual world.

Seeing her like this, Sheng Yu put down the tea bowl, put his hands on his knees, and coughed twice.

Like the storyteller in the teahouse in the story, she said sternly: "There are only a few days and nights, just some firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, blue sky and daydreams, there are too many to count."

"The sky is leaning on the railing to see Feihong, and mistakenly thought it was the sky."

"The ants are how many heroic men and iron blood are exhausted, and the wind blows up the dead leaves."

"The wind and the moon are like clouds and the moon are like candles, greedy to see flying flowers, the good stories are success and fame, and the family is happy."

Sheng Yu paused and stopped talking.

"You've seen quite a lot." Jing Zhu wondered, after thinking about it, she seemed to be a little impressed, "Is this a fragment from Yin Lingzi's "Blue Sky and White Sun Records"?"

"Sir, have you heard of Yin Lingzi?" Sheng Yu's eyes gradually brightened, and he nodded his head.

"Tianxiao's first-class story book master, who doesn't know?" Jing Zhu responded with a smile, but she didn't really like reading the works of this master of story books.

There is no other reason, as Sheng Yu said earlier, he is a weirdo with a slanted sword, and he always likes to have some gutter jokes when the ending is close to completion, to make people feel suffocated.

In just 50 years, the mysterious person named Yin Lingzi has broken up hundreds of destined marriages in his works, and countless characters have been written to death, and the broken romantic stories are enough to pile up hills.

In fact, if someone finds out his real body, he will probably be beaten up.

The more you look at it, the more it hurts, the more you like it, isn't that what the saying goes?
"I thought that children of your age, Jiajia, would prefer to watch something lighter."

"It's easy to read a lot before, but now I read less." Sheng Yu put his hands on his cheeks, "It's interesting to change the taste, but the world in the book is still beautiful after all."

No matter how unbearable it is, it is more beautiful than reality, like a dream.

Jing Zhu's expression became serious, she knew the past of some of the little girls in front of her, and said in a slow voice, "But this is not the answer I want."

"Put aside the storybook, talk about the world in your eyes and the world in your heart."

Sheng Fu rubbed his chin and looked away, "I haven't seen much of the world since I went down the mountain, so it's hard to answer your question, sir."

Apart from the big scenes she had seen in the game, she really didn't have much contact with the entire Sky Realm.

The players are passionate and forgetful on the battlefield, but in fact, what do those thrilling scenes and exciting adventures have anything to do with her?

She is just a bystander, at most a bystander who is taken advantage of.

Not to mention that in those days when he was taken advantage of, Sheng Qi did gain little happiness and joy.

She lowered her head and said in a dull tone, "Sir, I'm just a bystander."

After I came to Tianxiao Realm, I also lived an ordinary life.

Bian Zheng said that she is the No.1 overhaul below Immortal Realm, and the people around her are also talented and talented. However, except for the time when Bian Qi did something to wake herself up in the Chu Palace of the Yongliang Dynasty, she has never opened her eyes when she opened her eyes. I have truly seen the courage of the practitioners, and I have seen the magnificent scene of the legendary practice world.

"Sir, I once had a dream. The people in the dream were all beautiful and kind fools. They were never afraid of danger."

Because death is not really death, they just quit the game, and they can come back again with a different identity.

"They are brave and fearless, and they can fight to the end to protect other people's homes without retreating a single step."

If they quit, the main task will fail, and the game will be shut down, so they won't have anything to play.

"They're strong, stick together and never ask for anything in return."

The developer said, I asked you to spend money to buy my game warehouse, and spend money on the game. Do you still expect the development company to give you rewards?

Don't even think about it!
"In the dream, I clearly knew that it was a dream, but I still wanted to be so handsome that I could shock the world with one stroke."

Sheng Yu buried his head in the crook of his arms, his voice was muffled, "But it was clearly a dream, but it still didn't do what I wanted."

That dream was not a beautiful dream, let alone her own dream.

"I can't prevent the death of the person I love, and I can never break free and wake up from my dream."

Jing Zhu moved closer to Sheng Yu's side, and said with great interest, "What does the person you love in the dream look like?"

"Is it your sweetheart?"

Sheng Yu couldn't help but be dumbfounded, Mr.'s focus seems to have gone astray!She raised her head and looked at Jingzhu who had the word "lively" written all over her face.

"Sir, look at my age and my small body, is it appropriate to talk about this?"

"Hmm..." The smile on the corner of Jing Zhu's mouth gradually became weird, "Not to mention the current body, you are also nineteen this year, most of the children in the mortal world are already married at this age."

"As far as the cultivation world is concerned, even though he is still the age of a cub, it's not surprising that he has a young heart of admiration."

"It turns out that Mr. Jing knows." Sheng Wei had a complicated face, and thought to himself that you are such a gentleman.

Also, how many people did Old Tao Li tell about his background?She wanted to cover it tightly, not to be that big tree that attracts the wind.

She wanted to change the topic, so she changed the subject and asked: "Mr. Jing doesn't like to read Yin Lingzi's book, so who do you usually read?"

"You don't have to be afraid, apart from the dean of Gui Yuan, I am the only one who knows your background." Seeing her nervous look, Jing Zhu hurriedly comforted her, "As for the storybook, I prefer Mr. Yunyi's Destiny and Marriage "That series."

Sheng Yu was speechless for a moment.

She also knew that Yunyi was a new Miaomiao who had only emerged in the storybook world in recent years. With a volume of "Marriage of Destiny", she had won half of the country and became a strong competitor of Yin Lingzi.

Practitioners saw that the popularity never ceased for a while, and then urged Yun Yi to compile the second and third volumes of "Fate and Marriage", and the follow-up was still widely acclaimed.

The most important thing is that Yunyi himself is very diligent. Every day, the wind and rain will not change a chapter, and occasionally there will be more updates. In the end, the number of volumes is so large that it directly becomes a series, and the spirit stones are also flowing in. The pockets of him and the practitioners' guild.

Unlike Yin Lingzi, who is a lazy, talented storybook writer who likes to make people feel suffocated, Yunyi's "Fate and Marriage" is probably the kind of existence that will bring people a good mood after reading it.

Even the reasons for the occasional addition written at the end of each chapter of the story are something that is extremely sweet in the eyes of many fans.

For example, "Senior sister talked to me three sentences today, which is the day she talked to me the most this month, so I added more."

Another example, "Senior Sister is practicing swords with me today, today is a good day, so I add more."

And again, "Senior sister celebrated my birthday and gave me a birthday gift. I like it very much, so I will make more."

and more...

In this regard, Sheng Yu can only sum up one sentence-diligence is really useful.

Of course, she wasn't talking about anything else, she was just talking about the update frequency of the notebook.

Sheng Wei sighed inwardly, she could probably add one more birthday wish for this year, "I hope Yin Lingzi can publish the latest chapter of the book on time".

After thinking about it, she still couldn't hold back, turned her head and said to Jing Zhu who was full of peachy breath: "Sir, there is no destiny marriage in this world."

"It is said in "Qing Tian Bai Ri Lu" that marriage is an uncertain thing, as long as it exists, there will be accidents, and beautiful appearances are used to deceive people."

"So what?" Jing Zhu smiled and patted her head, "The storybook is just a kind of entertainment. Sir, I am getting old, life is hard enough, and I always don't want to see more suffering."

"What you like is everyone's own business. You and I have no problem with my opinion. I think "Blue Sky and White Sun Record" is not enjoyable enough, but I can't stop you from watching it, can I?"

Hearing what she said, Sheng Yu was suddenly a little happy.

When she was on the mountain, the scripts would always be taken away by Bian Zheng for various reasons, such as violence and blood, and random fabrications. Talking book?

Bian Zheng also said that she was worried that she would develop bad habits and be misled by the storybook, so she was always forbidden to read Yin Lingzi's works, but she had read enough of those boring romantic stories in her previous life.

Now it seems that those dream-like stories are like light bubbles, which can burst with a poke.

But it was still the few hope she could see in those hopeless years, right?
"Mr. is right." Sheng Yu wrung his fingers and said in a soft voice, "If the person you love is not just someone you admire, but a very important existence, then this statement is also appropriate."

"The person I love in my dream is a flawless woman, beautiful and powerful, fearless and kind. She will never take the initiative to hurt anyone. No one in the world can say anything bad about her."

"Your description reminds me of a person." Jing Zhu said thoughtfully.

"Who is the sir talking about?"

"Goddess of Luoshui."

"I mean, the goddess of Luoshui in the past."

Hearing this name, Sheng Yu was in a daze. The Liu Lanyun in the story is indeed related to the Goddess of Luoshui. From this point of view, there are many similarities between the two, but the truth may only be known in the future.

Why is it called Luoshui in the past?

Jing Zhu looked at the lackadaisical little girl in front of her, and according to old man Tao Li's guess, then Luoshui was the cause of her unfortunate life.

She was not the person involved, so she had no way of knowing what Luo Shui was thinking, and as a member of Tianxiao, she had no reason to criticize Luo Shui.

"What happened to the person in your dream?"

"She's dead."

Died in the unexpected betrayal of his own people.

"Mr. Jing, do you regret it?"

Sheng Fu mentioned another matter without specifying what it was, but it was obvious that Jing Zhu understood what she meant.

She smiled slightly, straightened the green shirt under her body, "I'm almost a mortal now, but I'm not a useless person."

"What do I have to regret?"

Unexpected answer.

Love and hate are very vague things.

Sometimes, the boundary between right and wrong is like muddy water in the rain, blending into one, how can there be a clear distinction?

The soil will return to the earth, the rain will return to the sky, and the things that do not belong to the original place do not belong to the original place, and one day they will return to their original place.

Sheng Yu vaguely caught the answer to the question.

(End of this chapter)