Yunhua fixed his eyes on He Ziming, and suddenly said, "How does Changming view the magic repair?"
He Ziming was surprised, but he didn't expect Yunhua to ask him this question, but after thinking about it, he still replied: "The disciple thinks that the demon cultivator is not my race, and his heart is different. After all, he is not the same as us."
Don't give Yunhua a deep look at him, and didn't answer for a long time.
"What does the master think?" He Ziming felt inexplicably, and asked Yunhua with his lips slightly raised.
Yunhua's eyes are not bottom-out, like a deep water: "As a teacher, I think that no matter how the devil cultivates, as long as you can go to the end, you will be able to achieve the same goal through different paths."
He Ziming paused, but he didn't expect Yunhua, who is a powerful monk, would say these words, and he was a little surprised...
I always feel weird.
"After all, Dao Xiu also has a scumbag that is respectable, and Mo Xiu doesn't necessarily have no good people to save the dead and heal the wounded, right?" Seeing that he disagrees, Yun Hua seemed to have a prejudice against Mo Xiu, so he spoke again.
He Ziming thought for a while, thinking about Nie Yao's situation, and felt that his words were reasonable, and he should be in harmony with his words: "Master is thoughtful, but the disciple's previous thoughts were biased..."
Not only Gu Changming, most orthodox monks are biased towards the magic cultivation that goes by the side.
If someone said this, He Ziming would probably agree with him, but when he speaks it from Yunhua, who is a model of Taoism, He Ziming always feels something weird...
He couldn't tell what was wrong, he just felt weird.
The fairy family has a long time.
In the following days, He Ziming lived the daily life of snakes, using Gu Changming's vest to brush Nie Yao's disgust value, and the masked man's vest to brush Nie Yao's favorability with Yunhua.
Life flies extremely fast, He Ziming unknowingly made Nie Yao’s dislike for Gu Changming reached 60 points, his favorability for the masked person reached 80 points, and he also saved up to 950 points in world points. The distance can be modified at will. The 1000 points of the world plot is only 50 points away.
Seeing that victory is in sight, he must be able to release himself and explode his vest in front of Nie Yao and urge him to be kind.
But at this time, Gu Changming's cultivation base has entered another level, and it is about to give birth to babies.
Cultivators attach great importance to the progress of each stage of cultivation, especially the young genius heir who is highly valued by the school like Gu Changming.
He Ziming was about to have the harbinger of infant birth, and was about to resist the bottleneck period, and there were countless elders in the door of Fuyao and began to persuade him to retreat.
The retreat of a cultivator is different from that of a mortal, ranging from a few years to a dozen years, as many as several decades, and hundreds of years.
In the previous life, the original master had been in retreat for seven or eight years before leaving.
Seeing that he was about to be able to let himself go, he was asked to practice in retreat. He Ziming said: "..."
He doesn't know whether to say MMP inappropriately.
Just as He Ziming was preparing to retreat with a sad face, the system prompt sounded in his mind again.
【Ding! Congratulations to the host, now you have accumulated 950 points, and the distance can change the plot points is still 50 points. Victory is already in sight. This system will give the host a chance to draw a lottery. The host will have the opportunity to draw the villain and related novels related to the second half of the original world plot. Does the host draw a lottery? 】
He Ziming didn't even think about it and said, "Pump!"
Having been in this world for so long, he hasn’t done anything other than taking a kid to be a good apprentice every day. As for who his future opponent is and who is the boss hiding behind the scenes, he still pays a little bit. I don't have a clue, I can't even find any clues.
If he doesn't take this opportunity, he is afraid that he will only know who the villain is after getting the finale.
[Okay, the system is loading for the host and then extract the original world plot selection...]
He Ziming prayed that it must be important information while the system was constantly loading.
【Ding! The system has been loaded, please try the plot! ] The system said: [The host is lucky, but this time I got a plot related to the ending of the original world. 】
He Ziming had good luck with what it said because of his systematic narrative and urinary nature, and he did not hold any expectations at all, and directly opened up the plot he had received.
The plot is really a piece of text, it feels like the end of a novel...
"Goose-feather-like snow is overwhelming the sky.
The entire gorge looked deserted and silent, and the man in Bai Shengxue walked forward in a hurry, facing the Xuanyi man who walked slowly at the other end.
Leaving clear footprints on the white snow, where the white-clothed man passes by, the wind suddenly rises, the snow melts sharply, and the towering giant trees collapse one by one behind him. The gentle and jade temperament on his body is perfectly combined with the cold and cold killing intent. Become a unique charm. And behind the Xuanyi man, red flames suddenly appeared, lightning bolts, not inferior.
Until, the ice and the flame are mixed together.
Electricity splashed everywhere.
The black-clothed man stopped, slowly raised his eyes, and looked at the white-clothed man with gloomy eyes: "You have made me so miserable! I never knew that all my destiny is dominated by you. It’s you step by step, and by the so-called destiny of the demon, the demon god’s reincarnation forced me into a desperate situation."
"Yes, it's me." The white-clothed man was indifferent enough.
Nie Yao asked him: "Now that things have happened, I just want to ask you why? I am half of your body, am I not? I only have one soul and five souls, and you are my remaining two souls and two souls. Why are you... Why? It’s going to bring me to this point, forcing me into this desperate situation? We are one, aren’t we?"
"You are my reincarnation, I am your half body, you are me, I am you, that's good. But the two of us are destined to only exist in order to be complete and not to be wiped out." The white-clothed man said coldly: "I don't want to be swallowed, so I can only let you be swallowed by me... If you don't experience ups and downs, if you don't fall into a desperate situation and fall into a demon, how can I swallow you, complete your soul, regain the power of the demon god, and return How about that year?"
Nie Yao looked at his other self unwillingly, wondering: "Do you know how painful I have been since I was born? How ridiculous, it is myself that caused all my miserable fate."
"Are you suffering? I'm satisfied when you are suffering. You and I are one body. When I endure the pain, you are with me for the original reason, but you have been reincarnated and escaped the pain that lasted for more than a thousand years. How can I be willing? If you don't suffer, how can our souls feel the same and reintegrate and destroy the world?" The white-clothed man laughed.
Nie Yao looked at him with bloodshot eyes: "Are you crazy?"
"Yes, I am crazy. From when my soul was torn apart by those small and humble humans, casting so-called artifacts, from when I was cut off the dragon horns, limbs, drained blood, scraped off the dragon scales, and the soul was scattered. Trapped in the lyre cast by the ruined dragon body, only a slight movement to kill the mind, as long as I want to avenge those who destroyed me, I will be punished by heaven, my body will fester, and the sky thunder will deepen into the body of a snake. , I was tortured, and I was crazy when I was tortured.” The man said verbatim: “I forbeared for many years, suppressing myself as a magic weapon for my enemies, until they die, until today, I was waiting for you, waiting for me. Reincarnation and you become one again, ruining the world and putting the whole world in a disaster!""
He Ziming's plot came to an abrupt end here.
"Nie Yao's fate is dominated by his half-length? That villain's boss is himself?" He Ziming was confused, feeling that the information he had gotten more suspicious in his heart: "That person is half-length of Nie Yao. He possesses half of Nie Yao's soul, and the soul is still trapped in the dragon body piano, and cannot kill thoughts casually. The body should be a magical weapon... Who is this person?"
He Ziming kept cutting and messing up, unable to grasp any clues, and could only complain about the system: "Can you still do it? Can't you give me more information? How can I guess the villain with such a little information? Or, Can't you just give me his name?"
"Sorry, the host can't do it." In the face of He Ziming's full belly, the system rejected him with his righteous little mechanical voice.
He Ziming didn't expect this useless system to really give him more information, complained a few words, and was planning to continue to organize his thoughts.
At this moment, the system prompt sounded in He Ziming's mind again: "Because the next plot related to Gu Changming is far from the current plot, does the host need to turn on the plot jump function?"
"What does the story jumping function do with it?" He Ziming was puzzled.
The story jump function is a favorite feature of Jinjiang fast traversers and fast traversers. It can often help fast traversers jump and avoid unimportant daily plots, and help fast traversers complete tasks quickly.
In just a few days, more than ten days, or more than a few years, the plot of decades jumped and brushed, and the blank boring part of daily life was skipped all at once.
The fast-wearing workers of Jinjiang Fast Crossing Bureau are very fond of him.
But as a person who enjoys life very much and is willing to enjoy the ordinary life in the fast-traveling world, He Ziming has hardly used this function.
I didn't expect the system to ask him.
"Stupid host, aren't you going to retreat for seven or eight years?" The system cared for him in a tone of caring for the mentally retarded: "This world has a random chance to turn on the plot jump function. There is one now. If the host is sure not to If it is turned on, I will help the host to close it. Later, the host will retreat and practice for seven or eight years to give birth!"
He Ziming just remembered this: "Yes! Yes! I want to drive!"
He almost forgot that he still had to retreat. Gu Changming could not leave the customs when he was in retreat. He also could not show Nie Yao's favorability as a masked person. He could not even do daily tasks. He could only be in the cave every day. He kept cultivating and then cultivating, and there was not even a person to talk.
Although He Ziming enjoys life, if he really wants him to live such a life, he will simply die.
"Okay, then I will help the host turn it on now." The system received an answer.
He Ziming was stunned on the spot: "Wait, I haven't bid farewell to Nie Yao, and haven't entrusted my little black snake to others. No, the little black dragon is about to jump the plot so soon?"
He is a little uncomfortable.
Normally it is not this program.
He Ziming felt that he couldn't grasp the rhythm more and more.
"Sorry, the host is randomly open because the story jump function in this world, I have helped you decide. Once you choose, the story jump will start immediately, there is no time to prepare, and no right to choose." The system uses mechanical sounds. Tell He Ziming the rules of this world.
What did He Ziming think of: "Then I can always choose when I jump, right?"
Although he rarely used this function, he vaguely remembered that he could choose the jumping time and plot when he used this function before.
Why doesn't the system ask him now
He Ziming suddenly had an unknown premonition in his heart.
"Sorry, the time and location of the story jump in the host world is also random, you can only choose to accept it." As expected, the system's mechanical prompt sounded again.
He Ziming: "..."
mmp.
The story jumps so headstrongly and randomly, he now feels that he might as well retreat slowly and practice for seven or eight years.