Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

Ji Yun came to withdraw his hand, only feeling complicated and unspeakable in his heart.

After a long time, he chuckled slightly.

Forget it, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, and it will take a long time. It doesn't make sense to investigate whether Xiaoqing and the big celestial demon are the same.

I like Xiaoqing, and I have time to wait for him to grow up.

It still matters.

He raised his head, looked at the warm sun in the sky, stretched out his hand, and felt the warm light.

This is not the real sun.

But... Ji Yunlai's eyes shone brightly for a few times, and after some analysis, it was still a little messy.

This is the game backstage he wrote back then.

This world...what to do, Ji Yunlai discovered that he who has no amnesia may be the winner in life.

Not only do men get involved, but they also built a semi-real game world by themselves.

The sun in the sky is the game engine and dominates the world's data. There are hundreds of millions of magical thoughts going in and out on the sun, turning around to generate flowers, birds, fish and insects.

I formatted those magical thoughts time and time again to clean up the memories, turning them into another kind of soul.

And the life here is real.

He tore off a piece of grass, ordinary foxtail, which tasted the same as he had in his mouth.

It seems, it is a very good world...

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Smoke rises, and the calm thatched cottage village is also lively. From time to time, women in grass skirts greet the children outside the house to go home for dinner, and a group of people gather around a big wild boar to divide meat. , Chatting today's parents are short.

"Tujia, I will use meat for your salt." A man said to his companion.

"No, there is not much salt at home, wait a minute."

"That's right, the time is up, and the salt supplier should be coming soon," the person next to him replied.

"You said they can still find our place this time?" someone asked worriedly.

"Sure, don't we still leave people waiting in the dark witch's place?"

"It's hard to say, they want to know that we moved here, will they compete with us for a place?"

"There are good places everywhere outside the Heiwudi, they don't look down on this place." Someone said disapprovingly.

"It's hard to say that you can take this good place with you. Didn't it mean that the patriarch took people to guard outside and kept them from entering the village?" someone asked.

"No, this place was given by someone else back then, so I will come back for it after a hundred years." Someone sighed next to him.

"We have quietly repaired so many fork roads, can't they come down?" This is a wrong idea.

"The patriarch said, the things are to be returned to others." Someone laughed, "Don't think about it."

"Then you are willing to continue to live in the dark witch field? Eat ghosts and demons every day, and eat us like ghosts?" someone next to him angered.

"Then what do you say? If you don't go inside, I think, you ask the patriarch if you want to."

"Don't talk about it, the patriarch is here." Suddenly someone whispered.

So everyone stopped talking, but looked at the direction of Shansen in the distance.

A bare-chested man walked out of the woods carrying a bundle of still moist new firewood. He had short hair, messy hair, deep facial features, tall and strong body, tight bronze muscles, and a mighty bear on his full left chest. Head, put the firewood along the mountain road to the entrance of the village, watching them share the meat without leaving, raised his eyebrows slightly: "No need to feed the children? What are you doing?"

"Patriarch, the century is coming." The others looked at him pitifully.

"Yes, the woman said that it would only be kept for us for a hundred years, and then she will take it away." A young woman hugged her newly born child and prayed.

"Although an agreement was made back then, we have all lived here for a hundred years, what do you think should be done?" the person next to him asked.

The man with bear head tattoos calmly said, "This place is not a place to stay for a long time. It's time to go back."

"Patriarch!" The voices of the villagers pleaded.

"This place is unique in the world of the cave and sky. Unlike the outside world, you cannot practice witchcraft. You will only have a hundred years of life if you stay." The man's eyes were very deep, like a deep pool, there was something indescribable. Quiet and tranquil, "Go back to Wudi, and you will live for a hundred years and thousands of years. We have also come here before."

"That's different." A shaman couldn't help but said, “What's the use of living in the dark witchland for two thousand years? I can’t get in or out. I fight ghosts and eat ghosts every day. I was born and came to this small world. The first sip of grass."

"That's it." The witcher beside him agreed, "Although witchcraft can't be used here, life is stable and it can live for a hundred years, which is better than a thousand years outside."

"That's right, patriarch, you can also beat the woman back then, so let's beat her away this time!" the wizards babbled.

The man shook his head: "There will still be someone staying in Wudi. I will ask her to take you away when the time comes. But you must know that if you leave with her, you won't be able to leave this world again."

The wizards began to quarrel fiercely again.

The man shook his head slightly, strode away, lifted the wild boar head, chopped off half of it, and carried it away.

The wizards glanced at him, then continued to quarrel, whether they should stay or leave during the conversation.

The man turned a deaf ear, but took half of the pig's head back to his house, tore off a piece, and roasted it in his hand.

His large palm was like a soldering iron. After a while, he roasted the pork into two pieces and put them in a wooden bowl.

"Zhan, do you really want to stay in Wudi?" After a while, a tall man rushed in and asked, "Back then, Daxuan cast the Heaven Curse. If we leave the Jiuyuan, no matter where the Heaven is, it won’t be good. Death. Now that I finally have a chance to leave, why not kill the woman?"

"Eat meat first." The man handed him a bowl and sprinkled a little salt and pepper.

The big man on the opposite side looked at him for a long while, and reluctantly took the meat.

After a while, the man called the patriarch said, "Have you seen this world?"

"I have only traveled thousands of miles, and there are too many beasts on the road to practice witchcraft. We can't make it through." The big man replied, "By the way, you have walked for two hundred years before, what have you seen?"

The time in this world is different from the Black Witch Land. It is three times the flow rate of the Black Witch Land. In the past three days here, only one day has passed outside. If it weren't for cultivation, it would be a blessed land.

"Admiration." The patriarch looked calm and said that there was no change in admiration, but the worship in his words was not false. "Although the world cannot be cultivated, there is already reincarnation."

The man on the opposite side was startled: "How is it possible?"

"Do you see the sun in the sky? I once watched it fall in the sea to the east, and then the light dimmed, then it went up to the sky and became the lunar. The Taoism of the entire world is self-contained, and there is the principle of reincarnation. The sky is tomorrow. , It is the center of this world, and the countless magical thoughts trapped in this world that year have been assimilated one by one, becoming the flowers, birds, fish and insects of this world. Put the monster in, let it multiply, and then add it in after time, there is rarely a place of its own." The man stared at the light outside the window and said, "So the lord of this world cannot be an enemy."

"If you are willing to stay, I'm afraid you are the only one." The big man sighed.

Heiwudi is not a place for living creatures to live. Without this world, they are all hungry. There is no difference from evil spirits. Now they can live a normal life and can even reproduce offspring. God knows how happy they were at that time. .

If you didn't get it at the beginning, you can still bear it. If you get it and lose it, how can you explain the pain in a few words?

"It's okay to keep one." The man said quietly, "There is nothing wrong with the extinction of the black witch."

The big man was dumb for a while, and after a while, he whispered: "In fact, if you give that thing to Luo Qingxiao, maybe..."

"It's useless, as a sacrifice to Daxuan, Luo Qingxiao killed the emperor with rebellion. How terrible is the backlash." The man leaned out of the window and looked at the white birds flying out of the distant mountains and forests. "He has long been unable to protect himself. For a hundred years, if he can't get back the Great Profound King Seal to open the Jiuyuan, he is afraid..."

Suddenly he was silent, and his expression became solemn: "I have seen the realm master."

The big man was startled and looked at Ji Yun, who did not know when he appeared next to him. He was about to do it, but the patriarch covered his mouth and held his hand, dragged it outside the door and threw it away.

There was a moment of silence in the small adobe house.

After a while, Ji Yunlai said lightly: "How much do you know about Luo Qingxiao?"

"The third generation of Daxuan sacrifices, Kun-Lai’s last lineage," the man looked at the other person’s face and temperament that resembled Luo Qingxiao, and then he thought that he had just heard Luo Qingxiao’s words before he was moved by him I found that I had a three-point inference in my heart, and I decisively told what I knew, "Ten thousand years ago, Daxuan Chuli, Central Continent had four major doorsteps, Jie Tian Dao, Ziyun Dao, Taiqing Sect, Kun Lai Sect, Ziyun After receiving the Heavenly Dao, Taiqing gave birth to white lotus, and the strong wind came out of strong grass. From then on, I saw Kun-Lai. It is said that these four main doors. The four doors are led by Kun-Lai, but Kun-Lai has come out to practice the way of luck and be the door. The reprimand was a coincidence and was not taken seriously. Taizu Daxuan accidentally obtained this Qi Yun to practice Taoism, and later the founding of the country, the first eradication of Kun Lai, the complete inheritance of Qi Yun, and detained Kun Lai orthodoxy, in order to threaten Qi Yun Yi Mai, eternally do his best for Daxuan. If you violate it, you will not die."

As for how to die, although he guessed a little, there was no need to say it.

"Is that so?" Ji Yun nodded, but didn't want to say anything.

I know a lot recently.

"Why do you recognize me?" Ji Yunlai asked suddenly in silence for a long time.

The man finally looked a little weird, and he was silent for a while, then he turned out a stack of paper from the straw bed with a bit of reluctance, and handed it to him respectfully: "I found this by the river in this world."

Wudi paper is rare, a little heartache.

The paper is Kun-Lai’s most common white talisman paper, painted with his portraits.

There were many creases on the paper, and he gathered a page along the creases, which was a folded lotus lamp.

At the bottom of the lamp it read: May there be an afterlife, he will marry me as promised.

Ji Yunlai was silent for a moment, and suddenly felt that he was scumbag.

The author has something to say: I skipped the ticket today, but I don’t have time to update it at night, so I will send a small extra compensation (forget the second change, cover my face and run...).

Deep Winter in December

A seven-year-old child in a tattered shirt was smashing the thick ice on the river with a sharp stone. Snow fell on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, making him shiver from the cold without stopping.

But frozen three feet, extremely hard, he could not easily dig through it by an ordinary child.

An Xian sat on the dead tree, drank a swig of strong wine, and watched indifferently.

It took nearly an hour, and finally, a small mouth was cut out of the hard ice. The child picked up the wooden fork and stared at the ice water under the cave intently.

Soon, he proficiently fork out a few fishes and trot away from the ice.

But in a blink of an eye, he was blocked by a wild dog in the grass.

After a hard fight, the child dragged the bitten arm and the wild dog that had been forked to death.

Those fierce and determined eyes made An Xian take another sip of wine.

This wolf cub, like me!

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An Xian saw that the kid was holding a tree branch to practice the sword technique he didn't know where he learned.

The savvy is very good.

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An Xian saw that the child had practiced for a year, and the same tricks, back and forth, were as proficient as his body extension.

But he still insisted on practicing, and he didn't let up for a day.

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An Xian saw him running away in blood, and those who chased him said that he was secretly learning swordsmanship and wanted to kill him.

He ambushes all kinds of traps along the way, as cunning as a wolf, using familiar terrain to solve those people one by one.

Finally, he fell under the tree exhausted.

An Xian looked indifferently and took another sip of wine.

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He struggled to wake up, healed his wounds, glanced into the distance, and caught a few mice. He was seriously injured and could not start a fire.

After hesitating, he ate the mouse alive.

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An Xian chuckled lightly, this is really what she had done before.

She hooked her finger and carried the child into her hand.

Maybe it won't be boring anymore recently.

"What's your name?" An Xian asked him.

"It has nothing to do with you, let me go!" The child fluttered in her arms.

"It doesn't matter if I don't say it, I found you by the bridge, it's the twelfth lunar month of winter again, your name is Qiao Long." An Xian said bullishly.

"Whatever you say, I can't read!" The kid looked cold.

An Xian stretched out her hand and pointed her sword aura like thunder. She was born on the ice surface of the river and marked out the word Qiao Long. The ice is three feet long, but it is as thin as paper under her sword aura.

The child glanced at her carefully and seemed to be evaluating.

"Want to learn?" An Xian shook her head and asked in a high manner.

The child lowered his head: "Stupid woman, you made a mistake in Long."

"..."

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Qiu Tansheng has a nickname called Xiaoxiao.

One day, Qiu Xiaoxiao asked the big sacrifice, what is love and what is hate?

The high priest touched the apprentice's head and gave him a warm stone.

Qiu Xiaoxiao squeezed it in his hand and didn't see any question, it was just an ordinary stone.

Then the big sacrifice gave him the same stone.

Qiu Xiaoxiao was scalded by a stone.

"Are you trying to say that love is warmth and hatred is pain?" Qiu Xiaoxiao looked thoughtful.

"No," the high priest chuckled, "I meant to say that if you don't touch it, you will only see the appearance, and you will not know the feeling of love and hatred."

Qiu Xiaoxiao nodded: "I'm going to find love."

Then left.

In the evening, Qiu Xiaoxiao came back with a rabbit that had just been opened up and said, "This is my love."

"Oh?" The high priest looked at him with a smile.

"Only it in the entire valley believes that I have love..." Qiu Xiaoxiao shrugged helplessly.