Play the cultivation game in the world of immortality

Chapter 82 How to write a nerd

"Sometimes, if you want to know the truth, you need to pay a certain price." A Ruo stepped on Yan's arm, stepped on his shoulder, and whispered softly.

"From the first moment you saw that child, you wanted to take her away, and you made many excuses for it."

Yan's heart sinks, the feeling of being guessed by someone's mind is not good at all, let alone being directly read through the sea of ​​consciousness.

What White Cat A Ruo said was right, he did find many excuses, for business, for private, for affection, and for reason.

"But none of those are in your heart."

The bright yellow crystal ball kept rolling amidst the meowing, and stopped when it touched the boy's wide sleeve.

"You want to know the truth about the collapse of Mount Zhushan, where your parents went, and whether your younger brother is still alive."

"Because of Tao Li's mercy, you have the opportunity to explore the truth. For eight years, you have been sitting in the library, and God favored you again, allowing you to see a certain possibility in the white wood illusion."

"But what's the use of knowing it? You're really too weak."

Yan picked up the crystal ball on the lawn, inside the crystal wall, the familiar black mist tightly covered the trace of the isolated island, the rainbow light was swallowed up, and the sound of fairy music was not heard.

Things have come to this point, there is still something I don't understand.

Into the game without knowing it.

The second time, this is the second time, he began to regret the days and nights in the past when he was only accompanied by books and did not practice diligently.

Yan felt that his lips were a little dry, and his words became hoarse: "Master...does he know about this..."

"I don't know, I didn't know before." Ah Ruo shook his head, "I don't know now either."

Listening to the vague answer, Yan suspected that what A Ruo said was not the same thing as what he asked. He wanted to know how much Tao Li and Bai Wei had done behind the fact that he brought back Xiaodongtian, and whether it was the same as before. Baimu is like a fantasy, leading him into the game with his own hands.

"Create the messenger of the gods in my heart, the gods can hear meow!" Ah Ruo stepped on Yan's shoulders hard, and after venting his anger, he poked his head in front of the boy.

Its whiskers stopped shaking, and its voice became serious.

"Stop your thoughts, remember the agreement you made with Taoli, there will be no better person in this world than him."

"They never thought of harming you, that kind old man, they just wanted to make you happy."

in a dream.

Sheng Yu felt that the thirst in his heart was gradually disappearing, and he calmed down a little. He counted the number of golden falcons on the ground, no more, no less, just enough to pay to the clan. In two days, there were three more .

There are few plants and trees near Zhushan Mountain, but there are many monsters of gold and stone nature, few of them can eat, and even fewer of them taste good, and the Golden Falcon is one of them.

She glanced at Yan subconsciously, and said that he was an idiot, and it was not appropriate. Look at the scale, he was just right, and even found the reason why he couldn't go back yesterday.

"Come on, let's go back."

Sheng Yu was already very skilled at plucking bird feathers. He stuffed the feathers into the quiver one by one, and gathered the feathers that couldn't fit in one place. The falcons are all strung together in one place.

Speaking of this, I have to mention what Sheng Qi and Yan have complained about several times-the behavior of running with a long list of things is really stupid.

Yan's explanation for this is based on his current ability. This is the most convenient way. There are too many prey to fight back and forth. A little more intimate contact with the earth can be a big deal.

It's not that there are no weapon refiners in the clan, but they can only refine some rough weapons. In addition, there are no talisman masters who can engrave spirit patterns, resulting in a scarce number of magic weapons stored, and there will be no children.

The father of the patriarch of the two has a storage ring and a storage bag, but two years have passed and no one is seen, let alone mention it.

Looking at the long line of honest golden falcons rolling behind her that look like chicks, Sheng Yu unconsciously remembered a certain piece of greenery in her memory. She sat on the edge of the soft clouds, with the grass like grass under her feet. Bi.

Her sister holds a rattle in her hand, and Sheng Yu once counted it. There are 99 bells on the moon-like rattle, each of which looks very simple and full of solemnity. She even touched it with her hands. There are countless small scratches, each of which shows the traces of time.

The end of the rattle was tied with a very, very long red string, and the other end of the red string was tied to my sister's fair-skinned jade wrist, with a very cute bow tied, that's right, it was tied by Sheng Yu.

The simple red rope danced in the wind accompanied by rattles, and her sister sang beautiful songs softly in a language she could not understand among the white flocks.

Sheng Yu didn't understand, but it didn't prevent her from memorizing those obscure and beautiful pronunciations. When she touched the old scene, she hummed subconsciously.

Malan flower, Malan flower.

Not afraid of wind and rain.

Hardworking people are talking.

Please bloom now.

Songs are sung under the moon.

Happiness is about to blossom.

Plant a flower.

Hope is sprouting.

……

"Jing, what strange things are you reading?" Yan stopped in his tracks, wondering.

When he paused, the Fierce Golden Falcon, which was rolling rapidly behind the two, failed to stop in time, and the result was that the two of them ate their faces full of ashes.

"Bah! I'm going to take back what you said you're not an idiot."

Sheng Yu tried to wipe off the dust around her eyes, but she ignored her actions on the edge of the cliff, which made the backs of her hands and palms covered with more sticky and unpleasant black ash. The fragile eyes pierced the soul.

Okay, so obviously, she's the dork.

She didn't ask why Yana didn't use cleaning techniques similar to the Dust Removal Art. She still hasn't forgotten to ask the previous question, and Yana gave a straightforward answer.

"I can't learn."

There is nothing wrong with it, there is no fighting technique in Zhu Shanbu, brute force is enough!
There is no dispute that cannot be resolved with one punch, and if there is, then another punch!
In Jing's memory, some of the most common spells in the human border have never been used by people here. Sheng Yu sometimes wonders whether the people in Zhushanbu really live in a world where they can cultivate immortals?How do they live like ordinary people in the world?
Outside the dream, Yan obediently closed his eyes according to the instructions of the white cat.

"I know you have a lot of questions that need to be answered, but I can't tell you the answer directly, you can only look at it with your heart."

The white cat, who claims to be the messenger of the gods, lightly tapped the boy's forehead with its front paws, and its body became unreal, and then an invisible force turned into a trickle, flowing into the boy's eyes calmly.

For a moment, there was a mist of white mist in the sky and the earth, hiding the river full of golden sand.

　Children, did your parents tell you not to jump into a pit three times... Also, the nursery rhyme comes from the Malan song in the 06 CCTV animation "Malan Flower".

　　
　
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