The robbing thunder lasted for a whole night, and when the clouds gradually dispersed, the back mountain was already in a mess. If it wasn't for the large formation guarding it, it would not only be the disaster here.
Although Kun Wu's power was limited, it was more than enough to protect Luo Shutu from the thunder calamity affecting Chi Yu. It's just a long time of tossing, in the end I was a little tired, and we all waited silently for each other.
Fortunately, it didn't take long, when the sky became white, a gap was torn in mid-air, and a person stepped out slowly...
As for what happened later, Luo Shutu couldn't remember clearly, he only vaguely saw that Hongjun was safe and sound, and then his struggling consciousness suddenly fell into darkness.
All perceptions are concentrated in a closed space, and any emotions that may affect the mind are all isolated, as if in eternal silence, only the self-awareness is at a loss, wandering around aimlessly.
In the dark and silent world, the only pastime is to chase the light spots that often appear, and dodge his approach as if thinking, which adds a lot of fun to the boring capture game.
But the game is not endless, and soon Luo Shutu discovered that the light spots no longer appeared, so he could only turn his attention to the collected light spots, and then began to condense the dense floating light clusters without a teacher. until it turns into a viscous liquid.
At the moment when it was completed, his sea of consciousness seemed to be hit hard, splitting the gray barrier, and the things he had ignored before were like a tidal wave, and he passed through it like a horse on a horse, and suddenly opened his eyes. .
Before looking for Hongjun at the first time, Luo Shutu smelled the pungent stench first, and looked down, the secreted dirt covered his whole body, and he couldn't see the original color of the clothes at all.
He has no obsession with cleanliness, so he tidied up hastily, jumped out of bed and pushed the door out.
The people in the courtyard seemed to be taken aback. When they turned around and saw that it was Luo Shutu, they immediately put on a look of disdain: "It's so chaotic to build a foundation, I thought you were amazing! Hmph, that tribulation thunder..."
"Shut up!" He was new to Foundation Establishment, and Duan Li was still in the stage of Qi training. Luo Shutu interrupted him rudely, "Where is my master? What are you doing here!"
Duan Li choked, his face turned red and white alternately, but he didn't burst out, and he replied with restraint: "You take it as my pleasure? If senior brother ordered me to watch you, I would have given you a stab!"
He was rambling, but he didn't answer a single sentence, and Luo Shutu couldn't find Kun Wudaoxu, his face sank, and he grabbed his lapel: "Where is my master!"
The young jade carving's face was close at hand, Duan Li's cheeks were deep red, and he said with evasive eyes: "Uncle Hongjun was called away by my master just now, and he won't be able to come back for a while... Are you, uh, okay?"
"..." Luo Shutu stared at him for a while, and after confirming that he was not lying, he let go of his hands and ruthlessly blocked him, "Get away!"
After finishing speaking, he left Duan Li with a back view without delay, and quickly closed the door with a slam, and he couldn't even see his back.
Duan Li stood stiffly at the same spot, and it took him a long time to curse dryly. He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart and panicked, but he didn't understand why. He just looked at the closed door unwillingly and walked out very slowly.
While walking, he was thinking carefully, but unfortunately he didn't get the expected apology and retention until he returned to the main peak.
——
The water mirror was hazy, and it was hard to find the usual clarity. The master pressed down the mirror, shook his head and said:
"Fate has changed, and things in the world are difficult to go as expected. For this chaos, our family should bear a heavy responsibility."
Hongjun's gaze shifted from the water mirror to his aging face, and he remained silent.
"What appeared in the mirror just now is Wokeduo Island. This island is the place where ghost cultivators occupy, and it was sealed by the ancestors so as not to harm the human world." The head said, "However, the divine weapon was born and the seal was loosened. I'm afraid it can't be good... "
Ghost cultivators are the most sinister and evil lineage. Demons may be ruthless, demons or ruthless, but they all have a bottom line. It is absolutely not as good as ghost cultivators who despise life, eat raw souls, and kill wantonly. People from all walks of life disdain.
Against ghost cultivators, not to mention other races, the most vulnerable cultivators still have a fight, but only the human world, if left to their own devices, they will surely suffer catastrophe.
The three thousand worlds have their own laws. If the balance of the heavens is lost for hundreds of millions of years, the consequences will be unpredictable.
"When I was young and old, I followed the teachings of my ancestors and walked on thin ice every step of the way, but in the end..." the head of the sect stroked his beard with a sad tone, "Hongjun, you have come to the human world to check out recently. If there are any signs of ghost cultivators making trouble, hurry up Come report."
Hongjun nodded.
His temperament can't escape, but it also makes people feel uneasy, the headmaster paused, and said: "You have just entered the body, so you must not be careless in this trip, Guixiu has a vicious nature, so you must not trust it."
This is the end of the conversation. Hongjun never talks too much in these aspects, not to mention his own emotions are not rich, including trust.
As soon as he got up and walked to the door, the voice of the headmaster came from behind again: "There is another matter, little friend Kunwu told me earlier, he went to investigate the method of sealing, and taught you not to worry about it."
Hongjun paused for a moment, then took a step forward.
When he came, it was just after Shen Shi, Yujian passed through the vast expanse of fields, but now the blue sky and day have disappeared, the thick night quickly swallowed up the warm sunset, and the wind blowing gradually turned cooler.
Looking from a distance, a few stars jumped up early in the dim sky.
This kind of loneliness was no stranger to him.
It is like a shadow in the memory of inheritance, and it also quietly appears when accompanied by teenagers. Only after experiencing and comparing can we never forget.
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Back at Zhudao Peak, the sky was completely dark, and Hongjun stood outside the courtyard.
Sanshenghua blooms very well, like a tree of clouds, dotted with stars, embellishing the night as a background, blooming with brilliance.
The breeze blows, and a few swaying petals fall, driving the branches to wear white sleeves, hair splashed with ink, trembling slightly like a butterfly in a painting, lest they disturb the intoxicated dream.
Hongjun watched silently, the same tranquility as before, but a little different, if the boy didn't wake up, he would keep watching, which seemed like an interesting thing.
He knew that the other party was waiting for him, and the word alone was endowed with too much soft meaning, and he felt a little happy.
Not sleeping deeply on the tree, but also seemed to be aware of the gaze, the boy's eyelashes trembled, he opened his eyes, and looked straight at him: "...Master?"
The slightly misty eyes concealed those fortitude, and his ignorant appearance was very endearing. Hongjun approached under the tree, looked up at him slightly, and responded softly.
"Master," Luo Shutu sat up while supporting the tree trunk, and suddenly didn't want to mention anything else, corner of his mouth curled up, and he called out with a smile, "Master."
He only wore a single shirt, which was tied loosely, revealing half of his shoulders. His shoulders were round and his skin was smooth. His drooping calves were deliberately swaying outside, and a red rope on his feet showed the indistinguishable temptation of men and women at this age.
Born so delicate, it should be delicate, Hongjun stretched out his hand to hold the slender ankle, but he didn't have any other intentions, and he did it very solemnly, saying: "Would you like to match this red string?"
The rope was nothing special, it was made from an ordinary spirit vine that Luo Shutu found in his storage bag, and it was often used to tie down low-level spirit beasts, but what Hongjun tied to it was a small and lovely jade bell that moved There is no sound, and using real energy to trigger it is a magic weapon that can take advantage of loopholes.
Of course, to some extent it does go well with the red rope.
Luo Shutu smiled: "Okay."
That smile was soft and sweet, mixed with the fragrance of flowers blown by the night wind, bewitching people's hearts.
Hongjun withdrew his hand, turned slightly sideways, looked at the half-round silver plate on the top of the mountain, opened his lips lightly, closed them again, and finally opened his mouth.
"My name is Chu Yi..."
He hadn't remembered this common name for many years, it represented the past that he had to abandon since he entered the cultivation world, but now that he thinks about it, he never forgets it.
It is said that he is indifferent, but he still has such nostalgia for the most mundane mortal world and the fireworks that linger in the world of mortals.