The immortal stared at the immortal king on the seat in a daze.
There was no other reason, he had never seen the Immortal King act so strangely. The Immortal King would pull his ears, touch his head, and adjust his collar... He stared at him unconsciously, until the Immortal King cast a cold gaze at him, he suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly lowered his head.
It was at this time that he thought carefully and found that the Immortal King seemed to be holding something in his hand... What kind of spiritual beast was it? It seemed that he had never heard of a spiritual beast as big as a palm.
Moreover, even if it is a spiritual beast, it cannot fall into the hands of the Immortal King.
The divine beasts who came to Mount Gushe were destined to be the gatekeepers of the Immortal Lord! Didn’t you see the Qilin still lying beside the long steps outside the temple
This person was puzzled and bowed to the Immortal King along with the others. Then he saw the Immortal King suddenly stand up and leave in a hurry.
The others looked panicked again.
"Could the rumors be true?"
"Only the Immortal Lord can see the past and the future. Could it be that when he raised his eyes just now, he got a glimpse of the secrets of heaven and saw something extraordinary?"
They talked in low voices.
Only the immortal remained silent.
He always felt... that it seemed to be related to the thing in the Immortal Lord's palm.
This Zhuo Wu went into another side hall and placed the Jing wine on the table.
His face was cold.
Today we have three rules.
Don't wriggle through my clothes.
Don't jump on my head, ears, or shoulders.
Don't get too close to me, evil creatures...
The words reached Zhuo Wu's throat, but he couldn't spit them out.
Jing Jiujiu's face was full of "I understand" and whenever he was cold, impatient and restrained, it was because Bai Yuhuai wanted to do something intimate with him. But he was just a paper man now!
Jing Jiujiu grabbed Zhuo Wu's clothes and climbed up again.
Finally, she grabbed Zhuo Wu's hair and hung him upside down, kissed him on the mouth, and then walked away lightly.
Zhuo Wu paused there, and the words in his throat were swallowed back even deeper, and in the end, he said nothing.
It's just... He seemed to have been sucked away by this evil creature again!
It is really…
Zhuo Wu thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a suitable adjective.
Jing Jiujiu was already strolling around on her own very skillfully.
When they strolled to the vegetable garden where spiritual plants were planted, Jing Jiujiu picked up a branch and began to write some words on the ground that the gods' servants could not understand.
Jing Jiujiu is thinking—
It was obvious that what he entered into first was his own past.
Why did it become Bai Yuhuai’s past later on
Although turbidity is nothingness, Bai Yuhuai.
But he still has to return to reality.
Jing Jiujiu scratched around on the ground, but in the end she was unable to list any possible breakthrough points.
"Forget it." Jing Jiujiu said in a low voice.
He only had a basic understanding of metaphysics, myths and legends. Why should he make things difficult for himself
"It's better to ask Zhuo Wu."
Jing Jiujiu gave up quickly, and walked out of the garden slowly with a swaggering step. The divine servant watched him destroy the spiritual garden.
Except for wiping away a few tears of shock behind.
They can't do anything!
"The Immortal Lord is really too indulgent towards this evil creature!"
They thought they were speaking quietly, but in fact Jing Jiujiu heard it all. Not treating me well? How can I treat you well
Jing Jiujiu smacked his lips.
I also distracted myself and wondered if that "toxic fan" young man was among these gods' servants
Jing Jiujiu walked forward while thinking.
Since coming here, Jing Jiujiu has been strolling out, and whether she can return to Zhuo Wu's residence before dark depends entirely on fate.
There's nothing I can do, my legs are too short.
He was also afraid of being blown away by the wind and accidentally falling to the foot of the mountain.
So most of the time it depends on Zhuo Wu to pick him up.
But today I walked for a very long time and didn’t see any trace of Zhuo Wu.
"Was Bai Yuhuai so stingy a thousand years ago?" Jing Jiujiu whispered, and then he saw a divine servant running towards him, squatting down, carefully picking him up, and mumbling something. The gist of it was that he had received Bai Yuhuai's, no, Zhuo Wu's, order to take him back.
The divine servant took him into his arms and quickly returned to the hut.
Then Jing Jiujiu also vaguely learned from the conversation between several gods' servants that Zhuo Wu was in the library at this moment.
Zhuo Wu still doesn't know why this "evil thing" can suck away his energy, so he flips through ancient books, trying to find the reason.
When Jing Jiujiu ordered the divine servant to carry her into the main hall of the library, Zhuo Wuzheng turned to a page:
Dual cultivation, blending of energy, indistinguishable from each other
"Who is trespassing?" Zhuo Wu turned around slowly with a cold face.
He saw the divine servant first.
The divine servant was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, raised his hands high, and showed the little paper man in his palms.
Zhuo Wu didn't hold the book firmly and it fell to the ground.
He thought about it, and the book quickly flew up and returned to the bookshelf, but it still looked a bit embarrassed.
"... Bring him here." Zhuo Wu said.
After he finished saying this, he suddenly moved again, walked up to the divine servant, and picked up Jing Jiujiu himself.
The divine servant knew what was good for him and naturally withdrew.
Zhuo Wu looked at Jing Jiujiu.
He couldn't imagine what the little paper figurine originally looked like... maybe it should be good-looking, with a cute face
The few words in the book have vaguely pieced together the complete experience in Zhuowu's mind.
Zhuo Wu: "You come from the afterlife?"
Jing Jiujiu: "No, ... yes." He didn't know how to describe Zhuo Wu. So he asked him: "Do you know the mirror of the past?"
Professional terms like "Mirror for the Past" are too different from ancient languages, and Zhuo Wu was unable to understand what he meant at first.
Jing Jiujiu was also slightly confused: "You are someone from my past. Or... you are someone from your own past..."
“I just came into a past experience.”
“I am real.”
And you are fake.
Zhuo Wu was silent for a moment, not knowing whether he understood what Jing Jiujiu meant, but he whispered, "I understand."
Zhuo Wu didn't flip through the book again. He walked out slowly with Jing Jiujiu.
When they stepped out of the palace gate, Zhuo Wu's voice sounded again. He asked, "You will leave in the future, right?"
Jing Jiujiu probably understood, so she nodded.
Zhuo Wu said that sentence again: "I know."
He then stopped talking, and the expression on his face was no different from before, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
On the second day, Zhuo Wu carried Jing Jiujiu around Mount Guye instead of letting Jing Jiujiu wander around by herself.
Every time they went to a place, Zhuo Wu would tell him what was flying by, what was growing on the ground, and what was the origin of that stone...
"This grass is called 'Xianghe'."
"There is no meaning in becoming an immortal. Many immortals lost all their taste and lust after getting rid of their turbid qi. After being immortals for some time, they want to taste the world again. But they cannot get rid of their turbid qi. So they take this herb to restore their five senses."
Jing Jiujiu heard it and thought that by eating this grass, she could taste the flavor of the world.
oh!
If he takes a bite, won’t all five senses be restored
Jing Jiujiu jumped down from Zhuo Wu's collar and ran straight to the grass. She hugged it first and then began to pull it out with difficulty... But the grass was very tough and could not be pulled out no matter how hard she tried.
Zhuo Wu saw this, bent down, stretched out his hand and pulled it down: "You want it?"
Jing Jiujiu pointed to her mouth.
But his mouth is so small.
The paper figure still looks flat.
How can I eat this
"You want to eat?"
Jing Jiujiu nodded repeatedly.
Zhuo Wu put the grass into his mouth.
Jing Jiujiu:
Zhuo Wu chewed and swallowed slowly, then he lowered his eyes and a scratch appeared on his fingertips. Then he squatted down and smeared the blood on Jing Jiujiu's mouth, which was so small that it couldn't be any smaller.
Jing Jiujiu smacked her lips.
It was only a little blood, but he burped immediately.
Zhuo Wuyan watched as the paper man absorbed all of his blood.
Not to mention the evil creatures in this world, even ordinary gods cannot bear his blood.
Only the little paper man sucked it all up cleanly. After eating and drinking, he held his fingers and climbed up the back of his hand.
Zhuo Wu lifted it up gently and picked it up again.
I have indeed practiced dual cultivation with this "evil thing".
In the future, I practiced dual cultivation with him.
Zhuo Wu lowered his eyes calmly.
Until Jing Jiujiu climbed up to his ear, stepped on it twice, and touched it. Why did it seem a little hot
Jing Jiujiu threw it out of her mind and started talking in his ear again, not caring whether he could understand or not: "You know, a person falls into the Nai River, which is the Styx, and then eats the flesh and blood of the drought demon. From then on, no matter what he touches, it will catch fire... What should I do?"
"Hanba?" Zhuo Wu only understood this.
It was the next morning again.
Jing Jiujiu opened her eyes and found a figure in the hut, eight feet tall, with a shawl hanging down, long fangs, skinny and dark skin, struggling with a hideous look, stamping his feet and poking a charred hole on the jade floor, and stretching out his hand to light a handful of fire on the pillar... Hanba
Jing Jiujiu:
Ababa Ababa, I don’t want a drought demon!
Mount Gushan became completely deserted overnight.
The priest almost cried and fell down in the vegetable garden.
Jing Jiujiu jumped down, fearing that she would be attacked by the drought demon, so she quickly walked around him and walked out with difficulty.
The outside has completely changed.
The little paper people were so shocked that their mouths opened wide.
Is it possible that soon... the divine palace will collapse and the sun and moon will lose their light? !
Jing Jiujiu grabbed a divine servant and asked, "Where did your Immortal Lord go?"
The divine servant didn't understand.
Jing Jiujiu gestured at him again and again, and finally grabbed the corner of the god's servant's clothes, dipped some ink, and drew a simplified version of Zhuowu's skull.
His head is very easy to draw and very representative.
A person's head is covered with clouds and mist, which means it is turbid and nothing.
The divine attendant understood and told him: "The Immortal Lord is going on a long journey."
Jing Jiujiu: “…”
Oh no.
Jing Jiujiu found a small room and began to worry about what to do.
As he was feeling so worried, he closed his eyes because he was too bored.
After closing his eyes, his perspective suddenly took a 180-degree turn—
"Greetings, Immortal Lord."
He heard a voice, and then saw a fairy-like man with feathers on his head and wearing a long-sleeved, wide robe coming towards him.
Then he saw Zhuo Wu standing in front of the man.
Zhuo Wu's figure was still upright. Just standing there, he looked like a lonely cedar standing on the top of a mountain, like the shining and unattainable stars and the moon, with the majesty of mountains and rivers, and the fierceness of swallowing the world.
Jing Jiujiu was slightly stunned.
But Bai Yuhuai has always been so handsome and imposing.
Jing Jiujiu looked at them from a God's perspective.
He looked at the man with an excited expression on his face. He did not look like an immortal, but just an ordinary person who was afraid of death. He spoke to Zhuo Wu in a low voice about the recent speculation and panic from all sides, and asked if the gods would really disappear
Zhuo Wu: “Yeah.”
"We were born because of you, so naturally, only you can save us from extinction. Please give us your instructions."
At that moment, Zhuo Wu responded indifferently: "Yeah." He slowly raised his eyes.
His eyes were beautiful, but there seemed to be no emotion in them.
Zhuo Wu raised his hand and grabbed the man's neck, drawing out a ball of golden light and a shadowy white light.
Thanks to Bai Yuhuai's experience in skinning the poisonous young man, Jing Jiujiu recognized it - it was the man's consciousness and soul.
There was no collapse of the sky or the sound of ghosts howling or wolves howling; everything was so peaceful.
He pinched his fingers together and crushed the soul into pieces, leaving only the spiritual consciousness.
Zhuo Wu started to kill gods.