Someone from another plane wants to talk about life with me

"Are you asking Lejia? The one on the outskirts of Ishikawa City." The old man looked in the direction of Lejia and shook his head, "It's burned down."

"Burn out?"

"Yes. I still remember that the fire reached the sky and turned the sky red." The old man made a "three" with his fingers, "It burned for three days and three nights, and there was not even ashes left."

"...The fire is so big, is there no one to save it?"

"How to save it? The fire is the red lotus fire, set by Ji Yuwen, the wife of the Le family. If it touches it, it will burn." The old man sighed and closed the door, not wanting to answer the outsider's words anymore.

Fu Chuyou stared at the direction of the outskirts of Ishikawa City, the sun was dazzling, and the sky was orange-red, as if the fire had re-ignited, burning most of the sky red again.

…………

There are large fields on the outskirts of Ishikawa City, one acre after another. When the season comes, there will be a large group of ordinary people busy with weeding, farming, and autumn harvest.There are not as many scarecrows in the field as there are real people at a glance.

Occasionally, children would go to the muddy ground to catch fish and grab some messy screws to eat.Some can be eaten, and some cannot.Children can distinguish this from an early age. If they are boiled in boiling water for 10-[-] [-] minutes, they will dare to eat.

In summer, the cicadas keep chirping, making people upset.

The croaking frogs in the mud can't cooperate well. They always want to cooperate with those cicadas on a song, and don't look at how long those cicadas live. Neither of them is a creature of the same world.

It was clear that there was a violent storm in this area yesterday, the sky was dark, the thunder and lightning flashed purple, and the sound shook the sky and the earth, as if someone had formed a golden elixir here.Today, the ground is still dry, as if it drank fake rainwater, and there are still tiny cracks.

The temperature is so high that you can smash an egg on it.

It's so hot.

Ji Qingquan was half immersed in the muddy water, covered his eyes with his arms, and lay there on his back, motionless, like a dead body.There is a difference of 30 days between the age of twelve, and the flaws brought about by his age make him look like a dwarf.

Not only short, but also thin, it's just a stick.In addition, the clothes are basically covered with muddy water, and even the mud in the hair is mixed to dusty. It looks like a little refugee.

Ji Qingquan, who is like a refugee, sighed in his heart, ah, the sun is really big, and there are still no fish to catch.

The other children were able to grab and eat by themselves, but all they encountered were rabbits that were so sluggish due to the heat that they threw themselves into the trap.But when it was his turn to play, this group of things that were treated as food fled as if they had encountered a natural enemy, and they instantly had the consciousness of survival.

A person passed by.

Another carriage passed by.

Everyone who passed by hurried on their way as if they hadn't seen him lying dead on the side of the road.

A person, with steady steps, small steps, and fast forward speed.This comprehension level, at least enter the room and face up.

Ji Qingquan didn't bother to care about the passers-by, and only hoped that the other party would act as if he hadn't seen him...

stopped?

Ji Qingquan heard the voice, but still didn't move.

"Do you need help?" The voice sounded very young, about 30 or [-] years old.Of course, if it's the posture of cultivating the old and immortal, it's not sure if it's a hundred-year-old demon.Unlike myself, he was still a young boy who was almost twelve.

Alas, why am I so young... I still have to live for a long time...

Ji Qingquan, who was very sad, still didn't move, and didn't bother to talk to the person next to him.If you are a cultivator, you will definitely know that your breathing is steady and you are not fainting here.

The man didn't know what he was holding, and there was a rustling sound.After five pauses, Ji Qingquan felt that something was pasted on his forehead, and as soon as it was pasted, a coolness invaded his body from his forehead, moistening his whole body.

It's a refreshing talisman.

Ji Qingquan was finally willing to move, he raised his arm covering his eyes slightly, and lifted the talisman paper on his forehead.He opened his eyes to look at the friendly passer-by brother, and asked him in a childish tone: "Did you eat too much at noon today?"

The sun was very dazzling, his eyes were wide open, he was not afraid of the sun at all, and there was a circle of red marks on the edge of his eye sockets.

Except for the eye area which is so clean that there is no trace of dirt, the rest of the place is full of mud marks, one after another, which is obvious.

The passer-by brother was stunned for a moment: "...I have lived in bigu for a long time."

"It seems that the sun is too big today." Ji Qingquan blocked his eyes with his arms again, very indifferently, "Your brain is burnt out."

Passerby brother: "??"

He paused on the spot for a while, and he didn't get angry when Ji Qingquan said that.

Good old man.

The passers-by were strange, probably because they were always on top, and they had never seen such a child before. They didn't know how to respond to this for a while, so they could only turn around and leave. Before leaving, they said a last sentence: "Your eyes... ..."

Eye?

What's wrong with my eyes?

very good.

Talk half a sentence, hum...

Ji Qingquan continued to lie down with his eyes closed.

This refreshing talisman was too comfortable, combined with the natural noises around, made Ji Qingquan fall asleep in such a hot weather.

In the dream, there was a cold fire that kept burning, and the carved beams and paintings in the fire were reduced to ashes overnight among the blooming red lotus.

"mother--"

Ji Qingquan shouted hastily, and opened his eyes suddenly.

It was dark.

"Little brother, are you awake? Can you hear me?"

"Yes, see, see!"

"No, it's feeling!"

"I hope that when everyone makes a personal statement, they can affix their own names. ——Taiyijiao Fang Hongzhong"

"I think this method is very good. ——Zhan Yuezong Dong Shuya"

"What if someone pretends to be me? - Dayan Gong Wujiu"

"You can go home and tell your dad. —— Golden Wing Hall Gu Haihai"

"Little brother, can you calm down for a while and listen to us? - Du Xuanling from Zhenwu Academy"

Ji Qingquan: "...Crazy?"

What kind of mess?

He tore off the refreshing talisman, turned his head, and looked around cautiously, but there was no one around.

It was getting late, and there were no people on the road in this wilderness.The starry sky in the sky illuminates the whole land, there are plants and animals, but there are no humans.In the words he felt just now, he had never heard of any of the sects and the names of the colleges.

The academy he was about to enroll in was Changlan Emperor Capital Cultivation Academy, not a true martial arts academy at all.

Concentrating, he asked in his mind, who are you?

No one answered his question.

1 minutes passed.

"Little brother, don't be afraid, the situation is a bit complicated now, please allow Taiyi teacher Fang Hongzhong to tell you the details. How is it?——Du Xuanling of Zhenwu Academy"

These people can't feel his thoughts.

But he was still worried.

His hands trembled slightly, Ji Qingquan stared at the void, and asked: "You talk in my head, can you still feel my thoughts?"

"No, it can't. We can only see you and your surroundings. ——Teacher Fang Hongzhong from Taiyi"

Ji Qingquan crawled out from the mud.Those insects and ants were afraid of him, and none of them dared to get close.He looked down at his embarrassed appearance, and walked towards the nearest stream in his memory.

"I'm going to get ready to go home, to make a long story short." He forced himself to be calm, thinking about all kinds of possibilities in his mind.

Such as seizing the primordial spirit, such as the invasion of demons.

At this time, he dared not go back directly.There is only Elder Song in the family. If Elder Song dies too, then he...

"I am Fang Hongzhong of the Taiyi Sect. Ten years ago, I, the Taiyi Sect, can deduce that there is a person who will be related to the life and death of our Wuzong plane. If this person lives, the Wuzong plane will live. If this person dies, the Wuzong plane will die. A year ago, we found you from the Youyuan Plane. With the help of the elders of the Wuji Sect, we built a live broadcast platform."

There are quite a lot of key words in Fang Hongzhong's words, and a few sentences are really short stories, but Ji Qingquan couldn't understand even a copper coin.

"Youyuan? Wuzong? Plane? Taiyi Sect? Wujizong? Live broadcast?" He read out the words he didn't understand one by one, with pure doubts on his mud-stained face, "I don't understand."

It's normal for a 12-year-old to not understand.

Ji Qingquan saw the creek, walked over, stepped into the water step by step, and let the running water wash away the dirt on his body.He took a palm of water and began to wash his face.He was careful about those eyes, not daring to let the water touch them.

"I'm Du Xuanling from Zhenwu Academy, and I'm in charge of teaching. Zhenwu Academy is the most famous cultivation academy of Wu Zong. I'll answer other questions, okay little brother?"

Ji Qingquan muttered in a low voice: "You say."

"A plane can be understood as an independent world. Originally, there should be no connection between the world and the world, but for some reason, we have a connection. Youyuan is the plane where you are, little brother. Wuzong is the plane where we are. "

Probably because Ji Qingquan couldn't digest a long paragraph of text in one breath, the very patient Du Xuanling expressed it separately.

"Taiyi Sect is a sect that is good at prophecy. The most recent prophecy of that powerful person is that the connection between us will start on your 12th birthday. The Wuji Sect is the sect with the deepest understanding of the three thousand worlds. This live broadcast The platform was constructed by the Wuji sect."

Ji Qingquan understood a little bit, it was nothing more than a person prophesying something, a group of people believed it, and established a connection with him.

"The elders of the Mahayana period have all been dispatched to build this platform. The live broadcast means that your every move is played in front of all of us. We can hear you when you speak, and we can see what you do. What we say to you , will form words, displayed on this screen, and at the same time make you feel it.”

Mahayana period!Highest level!Ji Qingquan sucked in a breath of cold air.

The water in the stream made his hands and feet cold.

The author has something to say: 1. Open the article.Friendly reminder, the copywriting has already answered the question and will not answer it again.

2. If you like it, collect it and leave a comment. (Very important!)

3. If the author of this article has something to say, a small theater will be randomly attached.

4. The author basically updates daily or every other day.

5. For web pages, wap and apps, you can find the author's column and click in to bookmark the author. There are also many old black and black histories to watch (づ￣3￣)づ╭～

6. Mrs. Xiaoyu has already authorized it, so many people have to reiterate it in the text without reading the text, and are too lazy to comment and reply one by one.

7. That, really should be easy... um...