deep in Bashan.
Sitting on a large bluestone, Xiao Zhai feels the long-lost changes and experiences.
Sa Shoujian used a talisman to restrain her soul, preventing her from displaying her strength. Now that the time limit is up, the talisman disappears on its own, and finally restores its original cultivation base.
And she has been dormant in Bashan for the past 20 years, and has never traveled around the rivers and lakes under the name of Jiang Xiaozhai. She has devoted herself to hard work and hard work. Not only has she not declined, but she has also been greatly improved.
At this moment, her eyes were slightly closed, she did not use the thunder method, but used her thoughts to imagine the appearance of the god of thunder.
Prove God with me, prove me with God, I am Thor.
A figure in white clothes exactly the same as Xiao Zhai slowly emerged in the sea of consciousness, eyes closed, neither sad nor happy, like a god without emotion, and like a puppet without vitality.
Xiao Zhai remained motionless, his most original soul thoughts surged slowly, as if crossing the boundary between reality and illusion, quietly staring at that figure.
In the world of longevity, Yan Zhoucun thought of a seal, which can be realized and become a magic weapon of natal life-this way has inspired many people.
As mentioned earlier, there are three levels of thinking about Thunder God: below the god, I am the god, and above the god. The last difficulty is as high as the sky, and few people have been able to do it since ancient times.
She is the second level, but she is not satisfied with that, and is researching various methods to upgrade herself.
In the dark and vast sea of consciousness, her divine soul was always staring at Lei Shen, but Lei Shen kept his eyes tightly closed and did not respond.
I don't know how long it has passed, and how many times I have tried, the sea of consciousness finally trembled slightly, the figure in white opened his eyes, his eyebrows were vivid, and he had a fresh breath.
Whoosh!
And in the next second, a figure in white suddenly flew out of the sea of consciousness, and stopped half-blurred on the top of the mountain, looking to the southeast.
In the distant sky over there, there was a flashing thunderbolt flying towards it, and it came to the front in the blink of an eye. The purple awns exploded and turned into an ancient seal that was bigger than the mountain peak, and it smashed down mercilessly.
The man in white waved his long sleeves, boom!
A wave of two big killers that went beyond the physical realm and consisted purely of divine and soul energy collided head-on.
The mountains stand still and the forests are deep, as if nothing happened, but the thousands of birds and beasts all startled together, trembling, groaning on the ground, not even daring to lift their heads.
After a collision, it seemed that they were evenly matched, but the ancient seal still flashed a few times. It is not fond of fighting, and it immediately flashes away with a turn, and at the same time, a cold snort came from hundreds of miles away:
"You're lucky today, I'm sure you'll be captured when you come to Japan, wipe my sweat, slap my butt, hum!"
Tsk, my brain hurts!
Xiao Zhai already has a sense of the picture, as if he saw a huge Erha face facing him slightly...
She sighed softly, and she didn't know who she was talking to, and suddenly said: "A dog can't change eating shit, if it really remembers eating, it won't remember beating."
"Hehe, it's not easy to maintain a childlike innocence at a young age, so don't overcorrect."
The air fluctuated, and Gu Yu walked out of the void, and said with a smile: "The restraint has been lifted, how do you feel?"
"I didn't feel anything, but it aroused my anger even more, but fortunately, it's under control... What are you doing here?"
"Nothing, just walk around."
Lao Gu sat down beside her, looked at the dark and deep forest with only a few fireflies flying, and said, "What do you plan to do with this Bashan?"
"Bashan's orthodoxy has been established. I will ask Fang Yuan to come back to succeed me. As long as I don't commit suicide, at least there will be no worries for hundreds of years."
"Fang Yuan is the head? Then how will Gu Xiaofei arrange it?"
"She'll come with me."
"..."
Gu Yu was silent for a moment, then sighed: "So you still don't want to accompany me to ascend."
Xiao Zhai smiled and comforted: "Not only me, but Jin Jin and Xiao Qiu, they also have their own ideas, ready to explore one or two."
"for example?"
"For example, the octopus that Jinjin found in the soul world, what kind of creature is it, and what is its serial number? What is the origin of the soul world, and is there any connection with the gray mist? I am also very interested in this , may investigate with her."
"..."
Gu Yu's silence was longer than before, and then he uttered a few words with difficulty, "It's really cold this time."
"To comprehend the rules, you can become an immortal. You use the Three Realms to comprehend the way of illusion, which is actually a kind of reverse derivation. But I am different. My thunder method cannot be improved by sitting and meditating. There are still ten thousand realms, so we must go to find out."
It was rare for Xiao Zhai to say a lot, and continued: "Don't worry, I will find you in a few hundred years."
"Hundreds of years later..."
Old Gu twitched the corners of his mouth, knowing that he couldn't persuade him to go back, and said: "Well, I'm going to retreat in a few days, and the day I leave the retreat is the day of ascension, you..."
"I'll see you off."
"..."
Gu Yu nodded, and didn't say any more, and disappeared into the dark night in a flash.
…
A few years have passed in a blink of an eye, and it is the 50th year of the fairy calendar, the eve of the Spring Festival.
Since the recovery of spiritual energy, some natural disasters and man-made disasters have been suffered all over the country, and Shengtian is no exception. But because it is the birthplace of the Phoenix legend, the loss is much smaller than other places, and even after several generations of changes, the children do not know that disasters have occurred before.
There is no way, with each passing day, the old guys will eventually be eliminated.
Just like the stalk of the Legend of the Phoenix, it was a folk talk more than 40 years ago, and no one talks about it now.
"Didi!"
Dai Han, who was in his seventies, honked his horn, urging the car in front to start faster. He has to run to several places today, and he has to rush back to Baicheng at night, so he is in a hurry.
It was cold and there was no air conditioning in the car, or no air conditioning at all. Those things are wasteful and obsolete, and were eliminated by local tyrants a long time ago. Now it is popular to stick amulets, which can automatically adjust the temperature and temperature, and can also purify the air. It is green, environmentally friendly and pollution-free, all right!
Dai Han walked straight along the main road, and after driving for a while, he saw a building, and he turned the car into it.
"Hey, Mr. Dai, you are so punctual!"
"Can you do business if you are not on time? Is sister Zeng here?"
"Just finished the meeting, I'm resting upstairs."
"Then I'll go up, wish you an early year!"
"Hey, you're happy too!"
The security captain took a red envelope and put it in his arms happily. Dai Han carried a big box, took the elevator up to the eighth floor, and went straight to the largest office.
"Boom!"
"Come in!"
Zeng Yuewei, who was also in her 70s, raised her head and hurriedly got up to greet her, "Old Dai, you said you're doing this again? Come back to the Spring Festival to give New Year's gifts, and you have to come here in person. I'm so embarrassed!"
"A small business can't compare to a big company like yours. It has to be maintained."
Dai Han put down the box and sat on the sofa very familiarly.
"Hey, if you are a small business, I will be even more ashamed. Come and drink tea."
Zeng Yuewei brewed a cup of spiritual tea for her. This kind of tea is relatively common, mild and nourishing, and does not hurt the body. The two of them are so old, but they don't show it at all on their faces. Yangyan Pill can keep you young forever.
It is said that the Zeng family quickly became bigger and stronger through the trade with Phoenix Mountain, and they established separate families with Zeng Shufei's sister and brother, and their position was stable. Dai Hanyang's bastard is also well-known, and his products are distributed throughout the country, and he and Zeng Yuewei are partners.
The two chatted casually, Dai Han finished drinking half a cup of tea, and suddenly said: "Sister Zeng, I want to ask you something. Isn't this year 50 years old? I heard that the country is going to have a big celebration. Do you have any news?"
"Listening to the rumors, it is said that the whole country celebrates ten days since the first day of the new year. Shengtian is tightly covered, and it may be released on the twenty-eighth or twenty-ninth. Oh, hey..."
Zeng Yuewei rolled her eyes and understood the meaning of the other party, "You still have a batch of first-class products in your treasury, right?"
"I can't hide anything from Sister Zeng. Although those bastards are a little worse, we can make small profits and sell more. The main thing is to clear the inventory. Otherwise, when summer comes and new products are launched, they will all stink inside."
"It's easy to handle, just hold a few more New Year's goods fairs."
"Then thank you, Miss Zeng!"
The two reached an agreement, and the chat became more speculative. Dai Han sat for a long time before leaving, and before he left, he gave Zeng Yuewei the latest jade ring with both offense and defense.
When Dai Han went downstairs, he immediately felt a chill, and got into the car excitedly.
When he goes up and down, millions of dollars will be gone, but he doesn't feel bad at all, the Zeng family has a long-term cooperation, and their children and grandchildren can still eat in the same pot when they grow up.
The car left the building, turned a corner and headed north again. After driving for more than ten minutes, it arrived at the gate of Taiqing Palace.
The Taoist temple is strictly guarded, and outsiders are not allowed to enter, so he made friends with the trail leader on duty for a while, and left a big box behind. Before leaving, just in time for a simple and thin Daoist to come out, he immediately said happily: "Daoist Lin!"
Lin Junlong took a look and smiled a little, "Lady Dai, I'm going to trouble you again this year."
"Hey, don't worry about folks in the country! Are you going home this year?"
"Should go back and live for a few days."
"That's good, we'll talk then, let's go first."
Taiqing Palace is also a big customer of Dai Han, and they must come to give New Year gifts every year. Lin Junlong's hometown is in Baicheng, and he was Fang Qing's junior high school classmate. Later, he entered the Taiqing Palace and was at the same time as He He and Xu Ziying.
Because of insufficient qualifications, he failed to enter the Taoist academy, so he returned to Shengtian to develop, and now he is a high-level Taoist priest in Taiqing Palace, which is not bad.
After a busy day, Dai Han ran to seven or eight places. It was dark and he finished his conversation, and he drove his own car back.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, there is no light at four o'clock. Fortunately, there are so many vehicles traveling to and from the two places.
A while ago, there was a heavy snowfall. The mountains on the right were covered with snow, and the slopes on the left were solid and solid. Connecting to the emerging towns below, they were brightly lit.
From time to time, there are a lot of figures, showing their light body skills to shuttle back and forth, or rush to deliver food, or go home after get off work. With the smoke and candles, the human voice, the tangy aroma of dinner, and the urchins playing on the street, it unexpectedly blends together, making it seem weird and warm.
Perhaps the atmosphere was a bit special. Sitting alone in the car, Dai Han looked at the too young face in the rearview mirror, and suddenly felt emotional.
When is it coming? It seems that it was the fourth year or the fifth year of the Xianli calendar... I took my parents to abandon the family business and moved all the way to Baicheng, starting from digging ponds to raise cockroaches, a little bit to today.
In the blink of an eye, it has been fifty years.