After tossing all night, Xiaoqing fell asleep peacefully, Ji Yunlai sat silently beside the bed, looked out the window, and wanted to smoke a cigarette.
When he bent his fingertips, a familiar cigarette from his previous life fell into his fingers—the power of a human being and immortals, it is always easy to turn this inanimate object into reality.
When he lit it again, the smell of smoke made the air choking. He smiled lightly, flicked his fingertips, and the smoke disappeared.
Xiaoqing's rare initiative, Ji Yunlai actually liked it very much.
After all, the usual Xiaoqing is relatively passive, and will come back fiercely when he is a little teased.
Their relationship is always separated by a layer, and they actually know it.
Xiaoqing couldn't pass the hurdle of respecting the teacher and respecting the Tao, so he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and Ji Yunlai didn't want to force him too much.
Therefore, compared to other care and consideration, although the Lord of Kun-Lai likes it very much, he actually needs this kind of thing, the old house is on fire, there is no way.
The kind of thought that was lost and recovered made him always want to hold Xiaoqing in his palm.
He actually had some guesses about why Xiaoqing was suddenly irritable.
is the reason for that...
So, he actually didn't want to take Xiaoqing with him.
He just goes right there.
When he came here, he actually had a faint feeling and knew where he was.
After all, he has used it for hundreds of years.
Left, if it falls into the hands of others, it is always a disaster.
He looked at Xiaoqing who was already asleep, smiled lightly, raised his hand and waved a formation, letting it delay the time in the formation a little.
Although he was just dividing his soul, as long as there is no human-immortal battle, there is a spiritual source, and the consumption of a little body can almost be ignored. Just like the power consumption of a smart phone on the Internet, it can be used for a long time on standby.
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Pushing open the door, Ji Yunlai walked down the inn along the stairs. The morning sunlight filtered through the doors and windows. The helpers were cleaning the lobby, which reminded him of the smaller and dirtier inn when he arrived in Yunshan Town at the age of sixteen. , but the cost is very high, and it is very full every year, because there are always mortals from all directions who listen to the legend and want to worship the fairy door.
At that time, in order to cultivate in various ways, he wanted to join the huge Yunshan Sect with Jindan elders and become an outer sect monk. He often hunted and killed beasts together, and then struggled to survive in all kinds of black, eat and black. - No way, which cultivator doesn't want to earn a little more life, live a little more time, and gain a little more hope
But now again, a thousand years have passed.
Thousands of years later, the small town has become a big city, and Yunshan is still outside the city, but there is no sect.
That year, he left the family and walked for nearly a year before he came here. He wanted to apprentice, and only then did he realize that his spiritual roots were inferior and the sect would not accept him.
So they settled down in Yunshan Town at the foot of the mountain. The town is a small fairy market. Relying on the existence of Yunshan Sect, the loose cultivators collected some spiritual things and sold them to the sect to exchange for some inferior spiritual methods. Can't wait for an opportunity.
He walked through the gate of the inn, and no mortal could find him. An old storyteller was telling stories on the side of the road. He was talking about a year when monsters were rampant, and Yunshan sent the Jindan ancestor hundreds of years ago to come forward. , Fighting the monsters, both bodies fell. It was said that the sky and the earth were torn apart, and there were countless casualties. He also said that the landslide was difficult at that time. The ups and downs are very moving, but few passers-by stopped to listen. I think he has said it many times.
Ji Yunlai knew for a moment that the Yunshan faction was the highest but Jindan cultivation base. How cruel is the way of cultivation. If a sect does not have a strong person to sit in the formation, it will soon be divided and swallowed up by other surrounding forces, and what can be left is the legend. .
Kun-Lai in Central Continent is like this, and so is the Yunshan faction.
He walked along the street along the market. People in the city came out early to find work, some helped with the delivery of goods, some came out to sell vegetables, set up a tea house, and sold needles and threads. The children chased each other on the street for a mud baby, almost no different from a thousand years ago. These ordinary people, who are so far away from the path of cultivation, are also trying to live their own lives well.
In the deep mountains of Central Continent, there are mostly city-states and square kingdoms. Large countries occupy the lush plains, and small countries are unique in the mountains. They are occasionally destroyed, and sometimes they rise. This Yunshan City, I don’t know if it has ever declined.
He could also see the city's weak luck, turbulent and dormant. On the king flag of the city wall, the characters of Yue were a little familiar to him, and it seemed a bit like a rubbing of his own words.
At this time, he was thinking about Kun-Lai and Xizhou.
Just thinking about it, he suddenly felt a strong momentum attack, he raised his head and seemed to see another self on the street, cold and lonely, standing still in the crowd, looking at him silently.
But that was just a phantom of Yu Xianren's warning—there was actually a formation left by himself in this city.
Ji Yunlai was a little enlightened for a while. No wonder the thing was still there. It turned out that he had been here 600 years ago, and he should have been here with Qing Ye, who was still a demon. Xian has not moved here.
If those immortals forcibly enter, their formation should be able to teach them some lessons.
Ji Yunlai continued to leave according to the feeling in his heart.
Halfway through, he felt someone following.
Is that Zhao Hao
Ji Yunlai glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw that his subordinate was holding a basket of buns, his face was shocked, and he almost followed him with his hands and feet.
But it was time to end it together, Ji Yunlai thought of this and let him follow.
Walking out of the mountain city, he walked along the river into the mountain forest. There were many fierce beasts in the mountains, but none of them could see him.
Soon, he saw a Taoist temple in the mountains.
The Taoist temple is very dilapidated. The moss on the plaque above it has grown, but it has not fallen. The main entrance is broken and almost submerged in small shrubs.
But Ji Yunlai could recognize the words "Kun-Lai School" on the plaque, which was written by him.
"A thousand years ago, when I was still young, I was persuaded by a crazy old man to join a sect called Kun-Lai." Ji Yunlai smiled lightly, and while waving his sleeves, all the bushes and moss receded, leaving only the Under the old bluestone bricks and tiles, ruins.
He walked into the small Taoist temple, which was only a dozen mu, and could not see any traces, but he just knew that the outside lobby was used to meet guests, the eastern part of the courtyard was used to grow some herbs, and the middle There are cabbage and green cabbage in the ground, and garlic seedlings are planted in the west. There should be a rattan pepper tree in the corner, and there should be a lot of rabbits in the backyard - as well as chickens and ducks.
He has brought up more than a dozen children here, most of them are his junior brothers and sisters, and one becomes his apprentice.
There are three houses in the backyard, all of which he later built with his juniors, one for juniors, one for juniors, and a small house for the old man.
There are many pottery bowls in the kitchen that they burn themselves, and the main hall is used to teach them to read.
I can't remember, but it must be a good memory.
Ji Yunlai thought about it. Later, it seemed that there were more and more people and they couldn't live there anymore. In order not to conflict with the Yunshan faction, they moved together.
The younger brothers and sisters seemed to cry a lot when they moved. Bai Shuixian and Yan Zhao also carried away the chickens, ducks and rabbits in the backyard. Ye Wanci and Zhou Xiaozhang both hugged his legs and said they didn't want to leave.
Ji Yun thought back and forth, and couldn't help but chuckle.
Who else did they quarrel with, because that person said that there is nothing to give up in this little broken place
Who said it
Ji Yunlai raised his hand, drew a rune in the air, and walked into his room.
There, there was already a trail that opened quietly.
He went down.
The tunnel was very long, but it was well repaired. At about hundreds of levels, when he walked over, he saw a large underground door.
It was written very simply, Kun-Lai Underground Palace, and the notes were familiar, but not his own.
Without hindrance, he pushed open the door and entered.
In the long corridor, there are doors on both sides, one of which is opened, and there is a spiritual seat and a coffin with only clothes.
"The Spirit of Kun-Lai Disciple Zhou Xiaozhang" was written on the spiritual seat. The offerings below had already withered away, and the incense had not been replaced, but the words "Kun-Lai Second Disciple Li Xian stood in shock and shame" in the corner were very dazzling.
Ji Yun took a look and continued walking forward without opening any doors on either side.
After passing through about 800 doors, there is a magic circle in front of it, which blocks all spiritual senses and cannot enter.
Ji Yun walked in without even looking at it.
The magic circle did not hinder him at all, and the various traps inside were never triggered by him.
He came to a huge mountain dome.
There is light in the center.
Falling in the middle, falling on the person sitting in the middle.
The man was twenty-four or five, with trimmed eyebrows and phoenix eyes, as warm as jade, with a quiet and steady expression, with a long sword and pestle in front of him, making no sound.
Countless mysterious ice covered the space around, making this place like a world of ice and snow.
As soon as he swept away his spiritual thoughts, he knew that the cultivator did not reach the end of his life, but killed himself by destroying the spiritual platform.
Although it was well placed by later generations, his hands were all shattered from the shoulder bones down, and even the fingertips were full of scars.
However, the road to self-cultivation is inherently dangerous to rebirth, and the cultivator's deceased is actually not abnormal.
Except for one thing - he looks exactly the same as him.
Ji Yunlai sighed softly and turned around.
Following him, in addition to looking at the corpse for a while, and looking at himself for a while, Zhao Hao, whose face was full of panic, and Xiao Qing, an apprentice who did not know why he was following.
Ji Yunlai comfortably hugged the apprentice whose tears were already dripping down.
He coaxed him softly: "It's okay, he's dead, but I'm still alive."