Calamity of Tomorrow

Endless darkness, this is the world Zhou Bai sees in front of him at this moment.

He thought a little strangely: It's all black? Could it be the information from when Hexagram 20 was buried somewhere? But Em just said clearly that this is valid information...

Just when Zhou Bai felt strange, the darkness in front of him suddenly changed.

Then I saw pieces of mist coming from the darkness, with colorful lights emitting from the mist, and it seemed that I could see vague figures shaking.

As the fog got closer and closer, a picture appeared in front of Zhou Bai, playing someone's perspective like a movie.

…

A little boy wearing a purple robe and a jade hairpin, who was full of nobility, said with a arrogant expression: My name is Ji Wufan, and let me tell you, my father is the Xuancheng Immortal of Ziyun Palace. Yun Palace is the head of the Seven Great Meridians, if you serve me well now, I will take you back to Ziyun Palace to enjoy the blessings of immortality for a few years!

In front of the little boy, the three children listened to all this with respect and yearning, and then stood beside the little boy to serve each other.

One of the youngest boys had quick eyes, and once while his two companions were away, he secretly asked: Master, can I practice Taoism?

Hahahaha! Ji Wufan laughed, looked at the little boy with disdain and said, You're a greedy brat, are you the only one who wants to practice Taoism?

I'm going to tell you today that only our heavenly bloodline can enter the mysteries and realize Taoism. Those of you who are bad blood farming are not recognized by the Tao. You will only be able to farm your whole life, and don't even think about cultivating Taoism.

Hearing these words, the little boy's face gradually turned gray. He clenched his fists, and a voice kept echoing in his mind.

Why.

Why can't you cultivate Taoism even if you are born in a farm?

…

When the influence of the mist dissipated, Zhou Bai wondered in his heart: 'Ji Wufan? ’

He remembered that the last time he saw the man who had collected the 64 hexagrams and went up to the Blind Mountain to seek the Sutra of Foolishness and Stupidity, his name seemed to be Ji Wufan.

Is this a memory from his childhood? Why do you see memories from his childhood here?

But this guy was really annoying when he was a kid.

At this moment, another mass of fog came in front of me, flashing with ever-changing lights and shadows.

Zhou Bai's eyes lit up, knowing that what Em said was right, there was indeed more than one piece of valid information this time.

…

Oh? You want to leave?

Ji Wufan said unexpectedly: Humph, if I show up, I don't know how many people will want to hug my thigh and be taken to Ziyun Palace by me in the future, but you want to go back to farming, are you a fool?

In front of Ji Wufan, the short boy bowed and said, Master, my parents are old and I want to stay and take care of them.

The other two teenagers on the side persuaded: Fang Hao, why do you have to leave in a hurry?

You are so respected as a young master. If you give me anything at will, it will be enough for your parents to enjoy. Why do you need to go back and take care of me?

The short boy known as Fang Hao knelt on the ground and just said: Master, please do it.

Ji Wufan sneered, turned and left: You can leave if you want, you're just a slave, will I care about you?

Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. Do you think you can seek immortality without the control of Ziyun Palace?

With your bad blood, you will never be able to embark on the path to immortality.

When I start practicing Taoism, we will always be two people.

After speaking, Ji Wufan turned around and walked away, and the two little boys quickly followed him.

Fang Hao, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head and looked at the departing figure with yearning, expectation and jealousy.

…

Zhou Bai frowned, feeling that the memories he saw these two times were useless.

At this moment, another piece of mist floated over with glittering light.

‘How many memory fragments were found this time? It seems that Em's method is right. ’

…

Fires shot into the sky, the manor was full of swords and swords, and there were sounds of killing.

Fang Hao carried Ji Wufan, who was covered in blood, and ran out desperately.

Ji Wufan smiled bitterly and said, I didn't expect that it was you, a slave, who came back to save me in the end.

Fang Hao said calmly: Master, don't talk, close your eyes and have a good rest. I will definitely rescue you.

Let me go. I am already a useless person. There is no point in living. These killers are not weak in cultivation, and they have not left anyone alive. If you carry me behind your back, you will be dead if you are discovered...

Master, as long as people live, there will be hope.

Ji Wufan shook his head and wanted to say something, but he felt his body getting colder and his consciousness became more and more blurred, and finally he fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, he found himself in a dark room.

He wanted to sit up, but found that there was nothing under his sleeves, and he couldn't move any more. Then he remembered that his hands had been blown off in the battle.

Master, you're awake.

Ji Wufan looked up and saw a figure standing in the darkness: Fang Hao? Where is this? Did we escape? It's a pity that I am already a disabled person. Even if I escape, what's the use.

The short Fang Hao stared at the other party nervously and said, Master, don't be discouraged. There are so many magical Taoist techniques in the world, and there must be one that can help you.

Ji Wufan, who was on the bed, smiled sarcastically and said: My body is disabled now, and the difficulty of cultivating Taoism is more than ten times higher than before. What's the use of having the most wonderful Taoism? I can't practice it at all.

Moreover, since my father has so many sons, it is impossible for him to regenerate my severed limbs specifically. My achievements in this life will be limited.

After saying that, Ji Wufan looked at Fang Hao: You saved me this time. If you can go back alive, what reward do you want?

Fang Hao nodded, and then said hopefully: I want to practice Taoism.

The young man said casually: You are of bad blood, the way of heaven does not recognize you, and you cannot practice Taoism.

Fang Hao: Why can't bad blood practice Taoism?

Ji Wufan: This is the rule of heaven and earth. Heaven does not recognize inferior blood, so you cannot practice Taoism.

Fang Hao looked at Ji Wufan blankly: Master, is there really nothing we can do?

Ji Wufan said: I can't help it, but since you saved me this time, I will take you back to Ziyun Palace in the future. Then I will ask my father to give you some magic elixir. Even if you can't cultivate Taoism, you will live for one or two hundred years. It’s no problem if I’m old, and I’ll give you some gold and silver, which will be enough for you to enjoy the glory and wealth back down the mountain.”

Fang Hao said with a disappointed look on his face: Master, is there really nothing we can do?

Ji Wufan frowned: I said there was nothing we could do...

Fang Hao said: As long as you can enter the Tao...it doesn't matter even if you die.

Ji Wufan shook his head: Even if you die, you won't be able to enter the Tao.

Fang Hao said blankly: If you can't enter the Tao, what's the point of living?