Ji Yunlai retracted his hand, only to feel that his heart was complicated and unspeakable.
After a long time, he chuckled lightly.
That's all, the car must have a way to the front of the mountain, the time is still long, it is meaningless to investigate whether Xiaoqing and the big demon are the same.
I like Xiaoqing and 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 radiance.
This is not a real sun.
But... Ji Yunlai's eyes flickered several times, and after analyzing it, it was still a little messy.
This is the backstage of the game he wrote back then.
This world, actually... What should I do, Ji Yunlai found out that he who didn't have amnesia might be the winner in life.
Not only are there men, but they also build a semi-real game world by themselves.
The sun in the sky is the game engine, which dominates the data in the world. There are hundreds of millions of demonic thoughts going in and out of the sun, reincarnating into flowers, birds, fish and insects.
Time and time again, those demonic thoughts were formatted and cleaned up, and turned into another kind of divine soul.
And life here is real.
He tore off a piece of grass, common foxtail, the same taste he had in his mouth.
It seems like a very nice world...
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The smoke rose, and the peaceful thatched cottage village became lively. From time to time, a woman in a grass skirt greeted the children outside the house to go home for dinner, and a group of people gathered around a big wild boar to divide the meat. , chatting with today's parents in short.
"Tujia, I will exchange meat for your salt." A man said to his companion.
"No, there's not much salt at home, just wait."
"That's right, the time is up, and the salt delivery person should be here soon." The person next to him replied.
"Do you think they can still find our place this time?" someone asked worriedly.
"Certainly, don't we still leave people waiting in the dark witch land?"
"It's hard to say. If they know that we have moved here, will they fight us for a place?"
"There are good places outside the Black Witch Land, so they don't like it here." Someone said disapprovingly.
"It's hard to say, this is a good place that you can take with you. Didn't the patriarch take people to guard outside and prevent them from entering the village?" someone asked.
"No, this place was given by someone else back then, and they said they would come back and get it in a hundred years." Someone next to him sighed.
"We quietly repaired so many forks, can't they get down?" This is a crooked idea.
"The patriarch said that things are to be returned to others." Someone laughed, "Don't think about it."
"Then are you willing to continue to live in the black witch field? Eat ghosts every day and eat us like ghosts?" Someone next to him said angrily.
"Then what do you say? If you don't go inside, I would like to ask the patriarch if he is willing."
"Don't talk about it, the patriarch is here." Someone suddenly whispered.
So everyone stopped talking, but looked in the direction of Shansen in the distance.
A naked man walked out of the woods with a bundle of freshly wet firewood on his back. He had short messy hair, deep facial features, tall and sturdy build, tight bronze muscles, and a mighty bear on his full left chest. He put his head down and put the firewood at the entrance of the village along the mountain road. Seeing that they didn't leave after dividing the meat, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "You don't need to feed the children? What are you doing here?"
"Patriarch, the century is coming." The others looked at him pitifully.
"Yes, that woman said that she would only keep it for us for a hundred years, and then she will take it away." A young woman held her newborn child and prayed with her eyes.
"Although an agreement was made back then, we have all lived here for a hundred years. What do you think we should do?" the person next to him asked.
The man with the bear head tattooed calmly: "This place is not a place to stay for a long time, it's time to go back."
"Patriarch!" The voices of the villagers all pleaded.
"Here is a world alone, and unlike the outside world, you can't practice witchcraft. If you stay, you will only have a hundred years of life." The man's eyes were deep, like a deep pool, there was an indescribable Quiet and peaceful, "Return to the witch land, you will be able to live for a hundred thousand years, and we have come here before."
"That's different." A witch man couldn't help but said, "What's the use of living in the black witch land for two thousand years? You can't go out, you can't get in, you can beat ghosts and eat ghosts every day. I was born and came to this small world to eat it. First sip."
"That's it." The shaman next to him also agreed, "Although witchcraft cannot be used here, but life is stable and can live for a hundred years, which is better than a thousand years abroad."
"That's right, Patriarch, you can beat up that girl back then, so let's beat her away this time!"
The man shook his head: "Wudi still has someone to stay, and I will ask her to take you away, but you have to know, if you leave with her, you will no longer be able to leave this world."
The witches began to quarrel fiercely again.
The man shook his head slightly, strode away, lifted the head of the wild boar, chopped off half of it, and carried it away.
The witches glanced at him, and then continued to quarrel, whether to stay or not to leave.
The man turned a deaf ear, but took half of the pig head back to his house, tore off a piece, and roasted it in his hands.
His broad palms were like a branding iron, and after a while, he roasted the pork to the point of dripping oil, dividing it into two pieces and placing each in a wooden bowl.
"Zhan, do you really want to stay in Wudi?" After a while, a tall man rushed in and asked, "When Daxuan cast the Heavenly Mantra, if we leave Jiuyuan, no matter where the heavens are, we will not be good. Die. Now that I finally have a chance to leave, why not kill that woman?"
"Eat the meat first." The man handed him a bowl and sprinkled a little salt and pepper.
The big man opposite looked at him for a while, then reluctantly picked up the meat.
After a while, the man called the patriarch said, "Have you seen this world?"
"We've only walked a thousand miles, and we can't practice witch power here. There are too many beasts on the road, and we can't get through." The big man replied, "By the way, you have walked for two hundred years, what did you see?"
The time in this world is different from that of the Black Witch Land. It is three times the flow rate of the Black Witch Land. The past three days here, and only one day has passed outside.
"Admiration." The patriarch's expression was calm, and he said that there was no change in admiration, but the worship in his words was not false. "Although this world cannot cultivate, it already has reincarnation."
The big man opposite was startled: "How is that possible?"
"Have you seen the sun in the sky? I once watched it fall in the sea to the east, and then the light dimmed, and then it went up to the sky and became the yin. The Taoism of the whole world is self-sufficient, and there is a reason for reincarnation. The sky is the future. , is the center of this world, and the countless demonic thoughts that were trapped in this world back then were all assimilated one by one, becoming the flowers, birds, fish and insects in this world. I also heard about the Great Mysterious Secret Realm back then, but that was all Put in the monsters, let them multiply, and after a while, add them in, there are few places of their own." The man stared at the light outside the window and said, "So the master of this world cannot be an enemy."
"I'm afraid you are the only one who is willing to stay." The big man sighed.
The black witch land is not a place for living beings. Without this world, they are like starving to death, and there is no difference between them and evil spirits. Now they can have a normal life and even reproduce, God knows how happy they were back then. .
If you don't get it in the beginning, you can endure it. If you get it and then lose it, how can you describe the pain in a few words.
"It's fine to keep one." The man said quietly, "There is nothing wrong with the extinction of the black witch here."
The big man was dumbfounded for a while, and after a while, he whispered: "Actually, if you give that thing to Luo Qingxiao, maybe..."
"It's useless, Luo Qingxiao, as a sacrifice to Daxuan, also killed the emperor against his order, what a terrible backlash he suffered," the man leaned out of the window and looked at the white birds flying out of the distant mountains, "He has long been unable to protect himself, and he will not be able to protect himself. In a hundred years, if he can't get back the Great Profound King Seal to open Jiuyuan, I'm afraid..."
He suddenly stopped talking, and his expression became solemn: "I have seen the world master."
The big man was startled and looked at Ji Yunlai who appeared beside him at an unknown time. He was about to make a move, but the patriarch covered his mouth and held down his hand, dragging him out of the door and throwing it away.
There was a moment of silence in the small adobe room.
After a while, Ji Yunlai said lightly, "How much do you know about Luo Qingxiao?"
"The third generation of Daxuan's sacrifice, Kunlai's last bloodline," the man looked at the other person's appearance and temperament that resembled Luo Qingxiao, and then thought that he had just heard Luo Qingxiao's words, and his soul moved slightly by him. I found that I had a three-point inference in my heart, and decisively told what I knew, "Ten thousand years ago, when Daxuan was first established, there were four major door-to-doors in Zhongzhou, the Heavenly Dao, the Ziyun Dao, the Taiqing School, the Kunlai School, and the Ziyun School. After receiving the heaven, Taiqing gave birth to white lotuses, and the strong wind produced strong grass. From then on, I saw Kun-Lai. It is said that these four majors came to the door. It was dismissed as a trick and was not taken seriously. Daxuan Taizu inadvertently obtained this qi fortune and practiced Taoism. Later, when he founded the country, Daxuan first destroyed Kun-Lai, obtained the complete inheritance of Qi-yun, and deducted Kun-Lai's orthodoxy, in order to threaten Qi-yun. Pulse, I will do my best for Daxuan forever. If you violate it, you will not die."
As for how to die, although he had a slight guess, there was no need to say it.
"Is that so?" Ji Yunlai nodded, but didn't want to say anything.
I know a lot of things lately.
"Why did you recognize me?" After a long silence, Ji Yunlai suddenly asked.
The man finally looked a little weird. After a long silence, he pulled out a stack of papers from the grass bed and handed it to him respectfully: "I found this by the river in this world."
Wudi's paper is rare, and it hurts a little.
The paper was Kun-Lai's most common white talisman paper, with his portraits drawn one by one.
There are many creases on the paper, and he folded a page of paper along the creases, which is a folded lotus lamp.
On the bottom of the lamp is written: May there be an afterlife, and he will marry me according to the covenant.
Ji Yunlai was silent for a moment, and suddenly felt that he was scum.
The author has something to say: I bounced the ticket today, but I didn't have time to update it at night, so I sent a small extra compensation (lag the second shift, cover my face and run...).
winter in december
A seven-year-old child in tattered clothes was smashing the thick ice on the river with a sharp stone. Snowflakes fell on the corners of his brows and eyes, making him shiver, but he didn't stop.
But it was three feet frozen and extremely hard, and it was not something that an ordinary child like him could easily cut open.
An Xian sat on the dead tree, drank a big gulp of strong wine, and watched indifferently.
It took nearly an hour, and finally, a small opening was chiseled out of the ice. The boy picked up the wooden fork and stared intently at the ice water under the hole.
Soon, he skillfully forked out a few fish and trotted off 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 stray dog 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 child was practicing swordsmanship that he did not know where he learned from holding a branch.
Comprehension is good.
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An Xian saw that the child had practiced for a year, and the same tricks, back and forth, skillfully extended like his body.
But he still insisted on practicing and never let up one day.
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An Xian saw that he was running away in blood, and those who chased him said that he was stealing to learn swordsmanship and wanted to kill him.
He ambushed all kinds of traps along the way, as cunning as a wolf, using the familiar terrain to solve those people one by one.
Finally, exhausted and collapsed under the tree.
An Xian watched indifferently and took another sip of wine.
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He struggled to wake up, cleaned up the wound for himself, glanced into the distance, and caught a few mice. He was seriously injured and could not catch a fire.
After hesitating for a moment, he ate the rat alive.
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An Xian chuckled lightly, she really experienced all her actions back then.
She hooked her fingers and carried the child into her hands.
Maybe, it won't be boring anymore.
"What's your name?" An Xian asked him.
"It's none of your business, let me go!" The child fluttered in her arms.
"It doesn't matter if you don't say it. I picked you up by the bridge. It's the middle of the winter and the twelfth lunar month. You can call me Qiao Long." An Xian said domineeringly.
"Whatever you say, I'm illiterate!" The child looked indifferent.
An Xian stretched out her hand, the sword qi was like thunder, and she actually scratched the word Qiao Long on the ice in the river. The ice was three feet long, but under her sword qi, it was as thin as paper.
The child gave her a scrutiny, as if evaluating.
"Do you want to learn?" An Xian shook her head and asked with dignity.
The child bowed his head: "Stupid woman, you spelled the word Long wrong."
"… "
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Qiu Tansheng has a nickname, Xiaoxiao.
One day, Qiu Xiaoxiao asked the great sacrifice, what is love and what is hate
The great priest touched his apprentice's head and gave him a warm stone.
Qiu Xiaoxiao held it in her hand, and didn't see any questions, it was just an ordinary stone.
Then the great priest took out the same stone and gave it to him.
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 big priest chuckled, "I just want to say, if you don't touch it, you will only see the appearance, and you won't know the feeling of love and hate."
Qiu Xiaoxiao nodded: "I'm looking for love."
Then go.
In the evening, Qiu Xiaoxiao came back with a rabbit who had just turned on the wisdom: "This is my love."
"Oh?" The great priest looked at him with a smile.
"It's the only one in the whole valley who believes that I have love..." Qiu Xiaoxiao shrugged helplessly.