Perfect World: From the Middle Period of Chaos

Chapter 2 Perfect World?

The moonlight was like water, and the starlight fell from the nine heavens, sprinkled on the Four Swords Mountain, and finally flowed into the lake like a crystal clear liquid waterfall.

The lake is bright and full of spiritual energy, like divine juice and jade liquid, with a fragrance, bursts of haze, hazy, seeming like reality, like entering a fairyland.

There are also a few strange trees around, a purple three-meter-high tree with red fruits on the treetops, and a scarlet tree with yellow fruits on it, all of them are flowing with hazy dreamy brilliance .

Song Hua stood on the shore, took a sip of water from the lake from time to time, and immediately felt a warm current in his body spreading to the internal organs and limbs, and the warm current penetrated into the bone marrow, so comfortable that Song Hua couldn't help but groaned and gave birth.

The old man stroked his beard like this, looked at Song Hua with satisfaction, and said to himself: "This son's foundation and wisdom are the tallest people I have ever seen, and his eyes are also a bit strange, not double pupils, but like Immortal eyes overflow with immortal energy from time to time."

Taoist Qing Yu stood up from the small boat where he sat down. He was wearing a gray Taoist robe, with gray hair, an old face and cloudy eyes, and from time to time there was a dead air overflowing from his body.

"Buzz!"

I saw him stepping out of the small boat, stepping on the mirror-like lake with one foot, as if walking, without sinking, and walking towards Song Hua step by step.

Song Hua stood on the shore, motionless, just quietly looked at Taoist Qingyu, and asked, "Senior, what exactly is this place?"

Although Taoist Qingyu couldn't understand what Song Hua was saying, with his realm and strength, he could resonate with his spirit, catch Song Hua's thoughts, and immediately understand what it meant.

"You don't know?" Daoist Qing Yu was a little puzzled. He came here, but he didn't even know where it was?
Song Hua shook his head and said, "I don't know what happened. I fell into a crack, and finally woke up again and appeared outside."

He checked his body a long time ago, and found that it was the same as when he was "archaeological". The body is still his own, but the world is strange, and he still doesn't know where it is.

Is it the earth's secret realm in ancient mythology, or did it really cross the dimensional rift.

After all, he was digging a grave, and finally came over with his physical body. Others transmigrated directly with their souls occupying their physical bodies, but he fell in directly.

Daoist Qing Yu suddenly realized, and explained: "You may have fallen into a crack in the void, or you may have come here because of some kind of formation, but you, a person with no cultivation, can not Corrupted by nothingness?"

In the end, he looked at Song Hua as if he was looking at a monster. It was a little strange that this young man was not even at the blood-moving level, but he could actually cross the passage of nothingness with his body.

"This is Qizhou among the three thousand Taoist prefectures. It is far away from the center of Qizhou. People like you will have to walk for thousands of years without eating or drinking." Taoist Qingyu said.

"And here is my cemetery. I was seriously injured by my enemies back then, but fortunately I was killed. I finally came here to arrange my burial in advance. At the same time, I am waiting for the arrival of someone who is destined to inherit my Taoism."

He looked at Song Hua, his deep and cloudy eyes seemed to see through everything about Song Hua.

Song Hua froze in place, and the word "Three Thousand Daozhou" kept ringing in his mind. He was stupid.

Three Thousand Dao State, could it be that world, impossible, there must be another world called Three Thousand Dao State.

When he was a teenager, he was obsessed with reading novels. When he dropped out of school, he finally entered the society and became obsessed with novels. He had read all the coffin trilogy, and even knew them by heart.

"Your family didn't baptize you with physique?"

"Hey, you have already missed several perfect baptisms before the age of 12, and it's not too late to practice now." Taoist Qing Yu was rather regretful, Song Hua's aptitude can be said to be the most heaven-defying person he has ever seen.

Because the Taoism he cultivates is very strange to this place, and he can see through other people's cultivation aptitude and wisdom roots.

What's more, this young man still has a faint smell of books, so he must be someone who browses books, it is impossible that he has not been baptized.

It is indeed well-read, after all, there is no knowledge of tomb robbers, how can they do it?
Song Hua was stunned again, he caught the key words, family baptism, several baptisms before the age of 12, this.
"Senior, how far is it from Huozhou?" Song Hua asked tentatively. Huozhou was a state he knew when he watched Perfect World.

Daoist Qingyu glanced at Song Hua, and said, "It's still far away from the Fire State, the Sin State, the Demon State, and the Hades and other forces."

Song Hua's heart skipped a beat, and his breathing became a little short, sin state, magic state.
If he guessed correctly, he really came to the perfect world!
Good guy, can you dig through the dimensional barrier even if you dig a tomb?
"Master is here, please accept the disciples!"

Song Hua didn't even think about it, and went directly to his teacher.

After all, I already know that this is a perfect world, and it's impossible to justify it without some cultivation techniques and background.

Moreover, here, let's talk about survival first, and I don't know which era it is now.

Daoist Qing Yu was taken aback when he heard Song Hua's words. He thought he was going to speak up, but he didn't expect Song Hua to be so direct.

Immediately, he smiled and said: "Okay, I was worried about my inheritance, but you are the first and last disciple of this old man."

After all, he can't live for long, and can only stay in this place he arranged to linger on, but in a few years, he will fall.

As a casual cultivator, he has no influence and no descendants, and Song Hua's arrival seems to be destined in the sky, appearing when he is about to fall.

And with his vision, he found that Song Hua's cultivation aptitude is very good.

one year later
Song Hua has already started to practice. He has been learning the language and characters of this world for the past few months. Taoist Qing Yu also showed him many scriptures to let him settle down.

Over the past year, Song Hua has known that this is the perfect world, because there are blood-moving realms, cave-heaven realms, and spirit-transforming realms.

Fortunately, he was accompanied by his master, so that his life would not be in danger.

Taoist Qing Yu went out to hunt terrifying beasts from time to time, took out the precious blood of the beasts, cooked them in a furnace with the sacred grass of this treasure land, and threw Song Hua in to baptize his physique.

"Teacher, there is something wrong with your body. There are so many toxins." Daoist Qingyu looked at the originally clear liquid, which had now turned dark green. He was a little speechless, and he didn't know what Song Hua was eating.

Song Hua smiled awkwardly, that's not it, the body is full of technology and hard work, there is no way, he is almost starving to death, who cares about the food problem.

However, as time passed, the toxins in his body became less and less, and he gradually became a pure body, thanks to Taoist Qingyu's baptism.

"Master, I feel that I am very talented in the way of formation." He said, because his eyes are so strange that he can see through the essence of formation. This must be his golden finger.

"En." Taoist Qingyu nodded solemnly, and finally said: "Scattered cultivators like us have to learn more, we don't have the resources of the Changsheng family, and we can only rely on desperate efforts to win what those people left behind." Soup base."

"Formation, Poison Dao, Talisman Dao, these are all things that we casual cultivators should have."

Song Hua listened carefully, lying on a big red cauldron, baring his teeth in pain from time to time, removing dirt and toxins from the pores all over his body.

It was like being cut by hot knives, the pain was unbearable, but he didn't cry out, just let out a muffled groan from time to time.

"Actually, the master is not very powerful, and he can only be regarded as the level of the leader of a sect, but the popularity of the teacher is very wide. The leader of the heavenly way almost became your teacher's wife back then. It's a pity, a pity..." Qing Yu The Taoist said regretfully.

He hadn't spoken for a long, long time. After meeting Song Hua, he naturally talked a lot.

Song Hua soaked in the cauldron and accepted the baptism. In the past year, he has entered the blood-moving state, and his physical strength has reached more than 2 jin.

ps: It may be unsatisfactory to write in front, but be patient.

It will be nice to wait until the protagonist walks out of this place.

(End of this chapter)