I'm from magic door

() "It's a bit vulgar to use hunting as a metaphor for magic cultivation, but it's still an image and an ingenious answer. It's very like Brother Gao!" Wen Caiting applauded joyfully after hearing this, like Like a little girl who got her favorite toy, she has a heart-shattering simplicity and beauty.

Her ambition is really not small, it is not enough to capture Yan Xinghuo, she also wants to take the opportunity to plant her own shadow in the hearts of this table of young talents!

"It does have his style! Even such an unreasonable thing as hunting can be involved in the magic way!" Yan Xinghuo was deeply attracted by Wen Caiting, and seeing her admiring Gao Huan so much, he couldn't help being jealous and hating blurted out.

"Hahaha, I only know how to fight and drink. It's not suitable for me to discuss topics like life!" Most of the atmosphere that Cai Ting had managed to set up with great difficulty dissipated.

"Hey, why are you always spoiling the scenery? If that's the case, then you should tell me first!" Wen Caiting was not discouraged, and asked Yan Xinghuo to talk coquettishly.

"My father is the master of the Senluo Palace. I grew up in the Senluo Palace, so I naturally want to take the path of the devil! And the practice of the Taoist sect sounds nice. What is quiet, far-reaching, pure-hearted, in my opinion? , It should be unfeeling and ruthless! You can’t even like someone, and it’s meaningless to live forever!” When Yan Xinghuo spoke, he kept staring at Wen Caiting, as if he was only talking to her.

Yan Xing's fiery eyes made Wen Caiting, who was secretly seductive, feel overwhelmed, she could only blushed and asked Fang Yuan: "Brother Yan's magic way is wanton indulgence, so what about Brother Fang? What different opinion?"

"I can't talk about opinions, I'm a Gu player, so I'll talk to you about an interesting spiritual Gu." Fang Yuan poured down the only half of the jar of burning knives left in his hand, and started his story.

"The prototype of this Gu is called the 17-year cicada. As the name suggests, they can only live for 17 years."

"The body of the cicada is black, the surface of the head and abdomen has tree ring-like textures, and the red eyes can still glow. It looks like a tiny torch at night."

"For 17 years, 16 years, 30 months and [-] days were spent in the damp and dark underground. At that time, they looked extremely ugly and not at all likable."

"And at the dusk of the last day, they will crawl out from the ground one after another, grow translucent wings from their ribs, and fly to the sky in the afterglow of the setting sun. At this moment, they are no longer dark and ugly, they are covered in golden red In the sunset, they are as bright and gorgeous as if covered with colorful neon!"

"The 17 years of silence and torment were left behind by them chicly. At this moment, they chirped loudly like other summer cicadas, blooming the brilliance and beauty they have accumulated all their lives!"

"If one of them can be caught before the dusk of this day, and its once-in-a-lifetime performance can be killed, it won't grow wings, and it can continue to live for many years."

"But from then on, its body began to produce a poison comparable to peacock gall and crane crest red. As time goes by, this poison will become more and more intense, just like human resentment."

<Tiu Chan. "

After Fang Yuan finished speaking, he smiled bitterly, and took out a small brocade box from the storage ring.

Opening the brocade box, I saw a pitch-black and shiny insect, crouching motionless on the brocade handkerchief woven of silkworm silk.

"Actually, I don't know what kind of existence it wants..." Fang Yuan didn't explain his story, but took another large altar of burning knives and silently poured wine.

"It turns out that the demonic way in Brother Fang's heart is so entangled, lingering in the momentary bloom and long-term dormancy, why is it not the case for each of us!" Even a scheming person like Wen Caiting was touched by Fang Yuan's story, and The voice seemed a little dry.

Because Ren Du, Chai Zijun and others had already shared before Jiang An came to this table, so the only ones who hadn't spoken at this moment were the cold and taciturn Bai Mengting and the new black and thin boy.

Turning around quickly, Wen Caiting guessed that Bai Mengting might not be willing to speak, so she deliberately said: "Since everyone here has finished sharing the magic ways in their hearts, let's go on..."

"Why, don't let me say it?" Wen Caiting only wanted to squeeze out the new general, but she didn't expect that Bai Mengting suddenly interrupted her.

This kind of change made her unexpected, and she responded a little bit tongue-tied: "Oh, look at my memory, but I forgot about our big beautiful sister Gu Luosha!"

"You can just call me Bai Mengting, I'm not a beauty!" Bai Mengting was clearly talking to Wen Caiting, but her eyes were fixed on Jiang An, who bowed his head and ate meat.

"I'm actually a bit similar to Yan Xinghuo. My father is an elder in Baigudong, so I grew up in the sect since I was a child."

"My parents are both monks, so my talent and aptitude are not bad, and my cultivation path has been smooth."

"From the age of 13, my father began to teach me some skills about handling affairs. He repeatedly emphasized to me that the most important thing in everything is the result. As long as the goal can be achieved, temporary compromise and cooperation can be considered."

"Even if the other party is a Taoist disciple!"

"More than 20 days ago, I carried out a sect mission in the barren hills outside Dingyuan City."

"I led people to follow behind a group of Taoist disciples. When they were fighting with each other, we suddenly appeared in trouble, and we were about to complete the task. At this time, a person who had been dormant for a long time came to rescue me in front of me. I left the main task object this time. I was very anxious at the time, so I told the team of Taoist disciples that as long as you help me stop him, we can cooperate."

Speaking of this, the resentment in Bai Mengting's eyes had accumulated so much that it was about to drip out, but Jiang An still didn't look up, as if he didn't hear anything.

"And then?" Everyone was aroused by Bai Mengting's narration and couldn't help asking.

"Then? Then that person gave me a punch, cursing coldly, 'You are such a wicked person who doesn't distinguish between Dao and Demon, and you have the nerve to call yourself a disciple of the Demon Sect!'" Bai Mengting laughed without any sense of humor after speaking. The image can be said, like a lunatic, where is there a little bit of a fairy who is usually cold and self-confident?

(Fuck, shame, it’s almost four o’clock and I haven’t finished writing. I will finish the last paragraph tomorrow during the day. I really admire people who write two or three thousand words an hour)