Typewriter becomes a daily practice

The author has something to say:

I thought about it for a while, and maybe many of you felt that the ending was a bit abrupt, so let me know if you have any episodes you want to watch.

If you encounter something that makes you feel "it's great to be alive", it must be something you can't give up.

Thank you for your company, I hope you will go far away, smile like flowers, and finally be bigger than your heart again!Goodbye by fate~

【small theater】

Answer Ji: What should I do if the Taoist couple breaks out in love every day in the three thousand small world?

Tan Shaomo: Let's take a three-step walk to learn about hugging, kissing, and kissing?

The answer is Ji: [Hold] [Mommada] [Overwhelm]

Tan Shaomo: [Blushes] But I can't flirt or I can't flirt. In the rain, under the fluttering umbrella, the boy smiling is as beautiful as a painting.

"Big answer..." Luo Yihan's voice was obviously unbelievable. As a psychic, he could tell that this young man was obviously a spirit body. What surprised Luo Yihan was that this young man looked almost exactly like Answer Ji. "Do you know him? He..."

Answer Ji didn't answer yet, but the young man spoke first. The rain was still hanging on the young man's face. The spirit body is not afraid of rain. It was obvious that the young man let himself get wet in the rain on purpose. The young man's voice was also the same as that of Answer Ji. , crisp and hearty, with a soft voice, and the speech will make people soft-hearted. The boy smiled and said: "When it rains, the sound of rain hitting the eaves and the sound of rain hitting the umbrella surface when walking in the rain The sound is very nice, don't you think? Typewriter."

The young man shouted a typewriter, not Answer Ji. At first, Answer Ji thought it was the boy calling the wrong pronunciation, but the knocking sound of the typewriter "da da da" flashed in his mind, even though Answer Ji didn't know it. What is a typewriter, but Ji Ji couldn't help answering: "They all sound very nice, just like the sound of a typewriter. They are all rattling. Who are you?"

"Me, you can call me Huaben, but I think Jian Ce sounds better. Anyway, Huaben can be written on bamboo slips. Why don't you call me Jian Ce? By the way, I will take you to meet someone. "Jian Ce's temperament is different from that of Answer Ji, he chattered, his liveliness was undoubtedly revealed in a few words, and there was a bit of innocence in his clear eyes, which made people want to get close for no reason.

After hearing the answer, Jiji wanted to follow Jian Ce. Luo Yihan naturally followed when he saw this. Jian Ce never stopped talking along the way. He was obviously bored. He moved from the official history he had read to the unofficial history he had heard. Taking off his gossip-like appearance and talking like this, even if he looks exactly the same as Answer Ji, it is easy for people to tell them apart.

Although Jian Ce can talk, but his speech is very interesting, like unofficial history and storytelling. Is it really possible that Queen Nan is a man?"

"Of course, I think the clan may have brought the child here. I have also checked the files of those years, and there are indeed a few children who died young in the clan. I don't believe it's a coincidence. Hey, here we are." Jian Ce While winking at Answer Ji, he pointed to the yard ahead, with a joyful smile on his face.

This courtyard looked very familiar to Aziji, and it felt very familiar. Even just looking at the front yard, Aziji could guess that the backyard was facing the river.

And Tan Shaomo, who had been following Aziji, was taken aback when he saw this courtyard. This was clearly the courtyard where he lived with Aziji when he brought Aziji with him. Even the grilles on the windows were made by Ji Yujin. When Luo Yuehua was rubbing against each other, Ji Yujin posted it for convenience, and at that time, Ji Yu was surprised by the magical effect of the window grilles.

After stepping into the courtyard, Answer Ji and his entourage followed Jian Ce into the room, and in the room, a young man was holding a writing brush in his hand, wearing a navy blue robe of the same style as Jian Ce, standing in front of the table, reading on the bamboo slips. Take a pen and write carefully.

"This is?!" Luo Yihan glanced at Answer Ji, then at Jian Ce, and then his eyes fell on the young man, who looked exactly the same as Answer Ji. If Jian Ce looked like Answer Ji, The young man is the current appearance of Answer Ji, except that the young man has grown some beards, while Answer Ji doesn't, it seems that the young man has a little more sense of vicissitudes.

"He is a character," Jian Ce introduced, and then said casually, "He, I like to treat him like this on weekdays, and he is also a spirit body."

Luo Yihan's eyes widened when he heard the words, surprise flashed in his eyes, and an incredible idea appeared in his mind.

Before Luo Yihan could say it, the answering character beside him said to Jian Ce: "So you are all my spirit bodies?"

"No," Jian Ce shook his head, then pointed to the text, then pointed to himself, finally looked at Answer Ji, and said with a smile, "It's because the three of us are spirit bodies."

Jian Ce's eyes were full of sincerity, and his tone was full of regret and sadness: "So, the three of us are one, we have been erased and disappeared long ago, that's why we are always here, answer Have you forgotten the word Ji?"

Afterwards, Jian Ce pointed to Luo Yihan again, and said to Answer Ji: "He is just a fabrication from our fettered memories, and he can disappear at any time."

Speaking of Jian Ce, he typed and disappeared. Luo Yihan, who was still surprised just now, disappeared immediately with a look of panic.

Seeing this, Tan Shaomo, who was beside Answer Ji, had a bad intuition, so he hurriedly said to Answer Ji: "Xiao Ji, don't believe him, what he said is not true, this world is the world you wrote, It's called "Everything has a spirit". After you broke through your cultivation, you came to the storybook world. You are a literary repairman and have written many storybooks..."

Tan Shaomo said in a hurry, he always felt that there was something wrong with Xiao Ji, but Xiao Ji had always acted very normal to him, and because Xiao Ji hadn't finished writing the script, the world of the script was incomplete However, he couldn't take Xiaoji out, so he followed Xiaoji and the psychic wandering around in this world.

At this time, feeling the shock in Answer Ji's heart, Tan Shaomo realized that Xiao Ji's original memory had disappeared, no wonder Xiao Ji never mentioned going back, he thought it was because Xiao Ji was reluctant and couldn't bear to make Xiao Ji sad.

Answer Ziji was originally shocked when Jian Ce said it, but he didn't have any doubts in his heart, but when Tan Shaomo's deep and nervous voice sounded, Answer Ziji had doubts in his heart, and he believed in Tan Shaomo even more in his heart. Shao Mo, and he is also convinced that Luo Yihan is real, and not a random fabrication as Jian Ce said.

"Xiaohan, he is a very good child, a child who worked hard to be a psychic medium, he will not be fabricated casually," An Ziji said softly, he looked at Jian Ce, and then at Jian Ce He stopped writing and looked at his words, his voice softened, "I am indeed very familiar with you, and I feel that you make me very warm."

"You must have spent a very important time with me," An Ziji said firmly, his eyes were soft, and he bowed deeply, "I'm sorry for forgetting you, but thank you anyway."

Jian Ce obviously didn't expect Answer Ji's reaction, he blinked, his ears were slightly red, his lips squirmed, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

On the contrary, the character who had been standing in front of the table just now came over, with a gentle smile on his face, and he stretched out his hand to Answer Ji: "Then are you willing to think of me again?"

"Wow, you're still so cunning," Jian Ce muttered, then stretched out his hand to Answer Ji, and said to Answer Ji, "Obviously I found you first, you won't want to think of me Bar!"

Answer Ziji put his hands on their outstretched hands without the slightest hesitation, bent his almond eyes, and said with sparkling eyes, "As you wish."

"Xiaoji!" Tan Shaomo's heart skipped a beat, his eyes turned dark red, he could vaguely feel that Xiaoji was right in agreeing to them, but there was still an ominous premonition, which was obviously extremely contradictory, so contradictory that He was a little flustered.

But when An Ziji heard his call and turned his head with a smile, Tan Shaomo was taken aback, and the dark red in his eyes faded. He often saw this smile, and it would happen every time An Ziji finished coding a script Smiling, contented and joyful, Tan Shaomo knew that Da Ziji couldn't see him, so he reached out and touched Da Ziji's head, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, go, if I'm in a hurry, I'll go find him you."

"Well, with you watching over me, I'm not afraid."

……

"Dafu, go to Xinjiekou and help me see if there are any new scripts, and if so, buy them for me." The young man with a delicate face, dressed in a brocade robe, was lying on a reclining chair with a smile on his face. Talking comfortably, he stuffed a grape into his mouth, and the sweet juice made him squint his eyes, as comfortable as a lazy cat.

The boy named Dafu didn't move when he heard the words, he looked really simple and honest, he scratched his head, and said to the young man: "Young master, madam said, don't let me buy you a script, if you are caught by madam again If I find out, my wages will be deducted.”

The young man chewed on the grapes twice, then picked up the fan beside him, and knocked on the simple and honest boy's forehead: "Are you my servant, or my mother's?"

"I'm the young master's servant," Dafu replied honestly, and before the young man was happy, Dafu continued, "But the woman pays me my wages."

"Oh, you've paid back the debt," the young man was obviously annoyed by the boy's honesty, "Then you really won't buy it?"

Dafu nodded, and replied solemnly: "Yes."

So, the boy stood up from the reclining chair, stretched himself, and said to Dafu, "Take off your clothes."

"Eh?!" Dafu was stunned, and said in a daze, "Doesn't the young master have clothes?"

"If I tell you to take it off, you can take it off, what nonsense! Hey! Just a coat is enough!" After taking the servant's coat, the young man took off the brocade robe on his body, and then put on the servant's coat , and muttered, "Your clothes are too difficult to wear, how do you tie the rope?"

After finally changing his clothes, the boy sweated a little on his forehead, and then he patted Dafu on the shoulder: "Dafu, I have a heavy responsibility for you, help me write the big characters left by my husband, I will go out to relax, immediately Just come back."

After the boy finished speaking, before Dafu could react, he threw the pen and paper into Dafu's arms, and ran out. The boy obviously planned it long ago. He walked through the corridor to the back garden, opened the grass, and the jujube There was a big rock under the tree, the boy picked up two bigger ones, put them on the big rock, then stepped on the rock, climbed up the jujube tree, climbed up the branches of the jujube tree, and stepped on it. Jumping onto the fence with the branches, the boy looked down: "It's quite tall..."

The young man took a deep breath, stood on the fence, looked out at the bustling street, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, the higher the higher, it was just a jump, the young man thought so, and then he closed his eyes and jumped down. When he landed, he rolled twice on the ground. The young man stood up, jumped twice, and dropped the ashes on his body. He looked back at the high wall, and his heart was full of joy. He came out!

Then, the young man walked along the avenue, through the bustling crowd, smiling, and walked forward step by step until he reached a bookstore. The young man paused, stepped over the steps, and entered the bookstore.

The bookstore is full of bookshelves, and the bookshelves are full of books, some that the young man has seen, and some that the young man has never seen before. The aroma of paper and ink permeates the tip of the young man's nose, and the young man can't help but take a deep breath. become shiny.

The young man's name is Zi Ji, he is the second young master of the city's family members, because he was not born full-term, he grew up in a medicine jar when he was young, and his parents were afraid that something would happen to him, so they seldom took him out. , although he is full of curiosity about the outside world, he is sensible and well-behaved and stays at home honestly, with curiosity and envy in his eyes never missing.

Gradually growing up, his body became stronger and stronger. The young man learned to read with his husband at home. He replied that the couple, who were not members of the staff, hoped that the family would have a high-ranking official. The eldest son hung around with the soldiers in the city all day long. So he took the eldest son as his apprentice, and the youngest daughter was a girl. The high official's hopes naturally fell on the youngest son.

Originally, the youngest son was weak and would not ask too much, but when he grew up, his health improved, and the invited husband praised the youngest son one after another for his natural intelligence and talent. Naturally, he hoped that the youngest son would study hard and take the exam seriously. Take the imperial examination and become a high official in the future.

Answer Ziji originally studied hard with his husband and took the imperial examination seriously. Although he felt a little boring, he still studied seriously. Until one day, his elder brother dropped a book of Chinese script from his sleeve while he was in class.

"Little brother, don't tell your parents, just pretend you didn't see anything." The eldest brother immediately picked up the story book and whispered to the answer Ji.

Answer Ziji looked at it but felt curious, so he bent his eyes and said softly: "Okay, brother, let me have a look."

Looking at it, it was out of control, and the gate of the new world slowly opened in the eyes of Answer Ji.

But today, he climbed over the wall alone and walked out. Although it was not a big deal, he was as brave and mighty as if he had become the protagonist of a story.

Answering Ziji stayed in the bookstore for a long time, flipping through several books in a row, feeling a little unsatisfied, and holding all the good-looking ones in his hand, when paying the bill, Answering Ziji asked casually: "Shopkeeper, what do you say?" Who wrote it all?"

"Anyone can write." The shopkeeper replied without raising his head while flicking his abacus.

"Have you finished writing it for you?" Answer Ji's heart was beating wildly, he asked seemingly casually, but quietly clenched his hands.

"You can give it to me. It's well written. I'll accept it. What's the matter? Little brother, do you want to write it too?" The shopkeeper raised his head and said, "It's two yuan and three Wen in total."

"No, no, I'll just ask casually, and I'll give you the money." Answer Ziji paid the money, held the story book, then turned and left the bookstore, but the words the shopkeeper said echoed in his mind, anyone can write.

His life has always been very simple, almost doing the same thing every day, the same thing, nothing wrong with it, but it always makes him feel that he should do something, otherwise when he grows up, he will have to do something. After getting married and starting a career, did he really keep taking the imperial examinations to become an official?

Does he want to be an official himself?This was the first time he thought about this question, and the young man's confusion naturally and abruptly lay across his heart, making him at a loss, but he knew that this was a question that only he could figure out.

However, when he met the storybook, he seemed to have discovered what he likes. He likes the storybook, the witty stories in the storybook, the imaginative imagination in the storybook, the bizarre world in the storybook, and the storybook. The colorful depiction in the book is the most uncontrollable and interesting difference in his unchanging life.

He will burst into tears because of the tragic self-sacrifice of the protagonist in the story, he will be very worried because of the love and hatred in the story, and he will yearn for the fantasy and mysterious world in the story.

"Anyone can write." So, does that mean he can write too?

This is the first time An Ziji decides what to do by himself. Even the storybook was brought by his eldest brother at the earliest, but if he wants to write the storybook, it is completely his business. Writing the storybook, through Does his own hand write a world he has never seen?

Just thinking about it, An Ziji felt that he couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, he thought, he would definitely write a great story too!

"Master, you're back! It's time for dinner!" Dafu kept talking, but his mind was full of the important matter of writing a storybook.

Young people's impulses always come quickly. Once you have the courage and make up your mind, it is easy to start.

"If you don't try it, tomorrow will still be the same as before."

Answer Ziji began to secretly write the storybook the next day. When he first started writing, he felt that his writing and thinking were springing up, and it was no problem to finish writing a storybook in one breath.

But after writing for a long time, when he realized that he had only written one beginning, An Ziji realized that maybe the writing of the storybook was different from what he had imagined.

The fact is also the same. It is much more difficult to write a real storybook than Answer Ji imagined. Answer Ji is not knowledgeable enough, his writing skills are not good enough, even if there is a story in his mind, he cannot write it well, and the story in his mind is different from There is a gap between actually writing the pen, and only after really writing the pen will you find that there are so many contradictions in the story in your mind.

Answer Ziji has no one to ask for advice, he can only experience the mystery of it by reading his favorite scripts over and over again.

But the problem that Answer Ji encountered was not just this one.

I have to write secretly, without the support of readers, and I don’t know if I’m writing well, and I feel like I can’t continue writing when I write…

However, when I was writing my storybook, I was different from others!This kind of thought lingers in Answer Ji's heart, and it will ignite a fire in his heart. As long as he reads a script, he can continue to write.

It wasn't a long storybook, and Answer Ziji wrote it for a full year. When he wrote the last word, it was obviously a happy ending, but Answer Ziji's eyes were red. He wiped his eyes and shook his face. He bought the story book, and he wanted to show it to the shopkeeper of the bookstore.

Answering Zi Ji encouraged himself, he read five heroic story books in a row, felt that he finally had the courage to take the next step, and then set off on the road to the bookstore with arrogance.

"Xiao Ji, are you here to buy story books again?" The shopkeeper was already familiar with this handsome young man who came here almost every month, and smiled very amiably.

Answer Ziji shook his head, squeezed his hands clenched into fists again, then took out his own script from his bosom, and said to the shopkeeper a little cautiously: "Uncle Fan, this is the script I wrote, you can read it for me How do you see it written?"

The shopkeeper's face showed surprise: "You can write your own script at such a young age, that's amazing."

Answer Ziji raised his lips shyly, the tension in his heart dissipated a bit, watching the shopkeeper flip through his script, his eyes showed unconscious expectation.

"I just read the first few chapters, and the writing is pretty good. Although the writing is immature, it's quite interesting," the shopkeeper said with a smile, "but if you want to print it, it's still a bit late."

This was much better than what Aziji had expected in his heart. Aziji nodded, and then he heard the shopkeeper say: "Although it can't be printed, if you want more people to see it, you can put it in my shop." , and then add a few pages later, so that those who have read it can pick up a pen and write whether they think it is good or not."

"Really!" Answer Ziji's eyes lit up, and he seemed a little excited. After seeing the shopkeeper nodding, "Thank you, Uncle Fan!"

Seven days later, Da Ziji went to the bookstore again. He ran to the corner where his books were kept, opened the book carefully, closed his eyes, took two deep breaths, and opened his eyes. On the paper left was only A person has written a sentence, and there is only one sentence, but it makes Answer Ji's nose slightly sore.

"Well written, keep up the good work."

At that moment, there was only one thought in Ji Ji's mind - it's great to be able to write a storybook!

However, Answer Ji's road to writing the storybook is not smooth, because he may not be talented.

Afterwards, Answer Ziji wrote two more books, but none of them reached the level that could be printed and sold. Uncle Fan had a good relationship with him, and would put all his writings in the store. Answer Ziji would go to see if there were any. After reading his scriptures, but a good evaluation means a bad evaluation.

"What are you writing about? It's so bad it's going to die!" "Why can this kind of script be placed in the bookstore?" "I can't read it anymore..."

Maybe I am not suitable for writing scripts?Such thoughts popped up in Answer Ji's mind more than once.

"Life is short, when you encounter something fortunate to be human, you must persevere."

Just when An Ziji was about to give up again, he saw this sentence, and his heart moved. He unexpectedly thought that someone had said to him: "I am very happy to see the story you wrote."

This is the greatest compliment to him, he is still young, and his hands don't shake when writing, so what should he be afraid of!

Answer Ziji patted his face, obviously there are many choices, he is the one who walks this path, whether it is lonely or difficult, he will try his best to keep going, if he even gives up on himself, If he doesn't even work hard, if he doesn't even like himself, then who will like the stories he writes!

Therefore, he will not allow himself to give up voluntarily when he is not in a desperate situation!

"Xiao Ji, what are these? Did you fail the ranking because you wrote these messy things?" The parents' angry tone and disappointed eyes fell on Answer Ji like needles.

Answer Ji pursed his lips, lowered his head, did not speak, neither affirmed nor denied.

"Come here, tear up all these waste papers!" Father said sternly, "In the future, if you want to use paper, you can only go to the accountant to get it."

"Tearing——" The sound of paper shredding fell on Da Ziji's ear, like a thunderstorm. Da Ziji didn't look up, but saw the shredded paper falling on the ground one by one like snowflakes, and Da Ziji said "Boom!" " Kneeling down, he fell on the ground, with red eyes, and picked up the shredded paper one by one.

He didn't speak, not a word, not even a sob.

If there is no paper, he will keep his pen from ink and water, and then use a piece of paper many times, and write a sentence on the same piece of paper many times with water.

It's because I don't have the ability to persuade my parents, so I have no choice but to say that sentence loudly and confidently: "It's not a mess, it's my favorite and most cherished thing!"

However, he believes that one day he will be able to say this sentence.

With this thought in mind, An Ziji became more and more determined. He was lonely when he wrote the script, and it was the script that could really give him courage. This was a kind of romance and happiness that belonged to him alone.

One year, two years, three years, five years, ten years...

"This story book is too good-looking! I cried just watching it!"

"Nothing is impossible, so don't deny yourself, this is right!"

"Everything in the world is not black and white. Good people and bad people can never be determined by one thing. It makes sense."

"Boss, can I have more copies of this book? I want to give it to my friend."

"Will there be a sequel after this book?"

Listening to the voices of people in the bookstore, a young man leaned against the corner, his body slowly slipped down, and buried his head on his knees. It's great to be able to like the storybook all the time, it's great to be able to write the storybook, and it's so wonderful to be alive alright.

A woman with slightly white temples appeared in front of the young man, holding two volumes of books in her hand, she stretched out her hand to the young man: "Xiao Ji, go home."

……

"Thank you." The answer Ji floated in mid-air, and said to Jian Ce and the text, Jian Ce is the storybook, the fetters and spiritual body formed when he thought it would be great to meet the storybook, And the words are the words that I practiced over and over again when I wrote the storybook, so that I can persevere and never give up.

"But, I'm not alone." Answer Ji looked at Jian Ce and the text and said, "I have you, and there is someone who has been waiting for me."

"The first person who told me that my world is wonderful, the first person who asked me if I wanted to become Wenxiu, the one who would take the trouble to read any of my stories, the one who would always be by my side. I said that I am an awesome person, because of him, I will not be able to do nothing, I will work hard to make myself useful, I will be able to code, I will become a literary repairer, and I will have you. "

Answer Ziji showed a smile, gentle and warm, but his eyes seemed to see through Jian Ce and the words: "Can you tell me why you want me to stay?"

After answering Jiji woke up, he recovered his memory. He finally knew why he was so familiar with this world, because this was the world of his unfinished chapters.

"I said he will never forget it." Jian Ce smiled at the text, and then looked at the answer Ji with clear and clean eyes, "The spiritual world is derived from the world you wrote, but your words This book is not finished, so you will be pulled into this world, in order to make this world complete, you cannot leave this world, you will grow in this world, and then be imprisoned in this world."

"Theoretically, that's the case," the text continued Jian Ce's words, and said to the answer Ji, "but we know that you definitely don't like staying here all the time. You once said that you want to write better stories and go to The world farther away, I want to see more scenery.”

Text stepped forward and touched Zi Ji's head, his eyes were gentle: "So when you completely lost your memory, Jian Ce and I made a bet, if you can remember us, we will find a way to send you away, if If you can't remember what we said, we'll let you stay here with us."

Jian Ce pulled the sleeve of La Da Ziji, looking a little complacent: "We all thought that you would never forget us, and it turns out that's the case. Even if you lose your memory again, you will still make the same choice."

"After erasing the shackles, the spirit body is free. Does this freedom mean being able to travel through the lower three worlds and the spirit world?" Answer Ziji asked, and after receiving an affirmative answer, Answer Ziji guessed Jian Ce and the text's plan.

Jian Ce and Wenwen firmly believe that the bond with him will not disappear. The disappearance of the spirit body is to allow the spirit body to always exist in the world of memories with fetters, and the spirit world is derived from the words of Answer Ji Ji, which is their bond Therefore, they planned to make themselves disappear, instead of being imprisoned in the spirit world for An Ziji, and then waiting for An Ziji to think of them, through infinite loops, so that An Ziji could leave the spirit world and return to the lower three realms.

And this also means that they will never be free, they will never have the chance to ascend, and once Da Ziji dies, they will die too.

Text patted Ziji on the shoulder, Jian Ce shook Ziji's arm, Jian Ce said with a smile: "This is the best way we have thought of, you are the only one in the lower three worlds who can chat with spirits Oh ~ laugh!"

"But it's definitely not the only way." Answer Ziji pursed his lips, and he suddenly thought of a point, "This world is derived from my storybook world, right? It's because my storybook hasn't finished yet so it's unstable Right?"

"If that's the case, then I'll let him finish."

"Impossible!" The text stopped, "The world has already been created before it ends, and the ending is not up to you to decide."

"Yes," answered Zi Ji with firm eyes, and snapped his fingers, "Xiao Han."

Luo Yihan appeared in the air, and when Answer Ziji disappeared, 50 years had passed in the spirit world. During these 50 years, Luo Yihan had been serving as a psychic medium seriously, and gradually discovered that there were more and more spirit bodies, and even some At first, Luo Yihan thought it was strange to ask him to go to the lower three realms to get rid of his fetters, but there was a big guy named Tan Shaomo who would help him, and he gradually practiced, and now he also has foundation-building stage cultivators. Because, plus I am a psychic, the erasure of the fetters is getting smoother.

And during this period of time, Luo Yihan also saw the world altar in the lower three realms, and saw the storybook called "All Things Have Spirits", and finally knew why he felt so close to him when he saw the answer Ji. He used to be a character in Da Ziji's works, no wonder Da Ziji treated him so well, and he used to have absurd thoughts.

Seeing Answer Ji again now, Luo Yihan felt as if he had passed away. Answer Ji was still the same, looking warm and clean, with clear and bright almond eyes, as if nothing had changed.

"Xiaohan, your cultivation base is almost as good as mine, really amazing," An Ziji praised sincerely, "I would like to ask you a favor, can you help me get rid of the fetters with them?"

"Xiao Ji!" Text and Jian Ce exclaimed in unison, "Stop making trouble, we disagree."

Answering Zi Ji ignored the words and simple policies, and asked Luo Yihan again: "Is it okay?"

Luo Yihan nodded, now erasing the fetters is no longer unilaterally lifted by the spirit body: "Yes, give me two breaths."

Luo Yihan moved quickly with his hands, typed, and then faced the text and Jian Ce with a little golden light. It was completely unlike before that he still needed to hold hands, and he didn't even need to touch his body.

Luo Yihan's movements were clean and neat: "Okay."

Jian Ce exploded immediately: "Xiao Ji, you idiot!"

The face of the text also sank.

Answer Ji smiled at them comfortingly, and then said to them, "Trust me."

The long-lost keyboard flew out of Answer Ji's hands. The keyboard was shining brightly, and the screen fell in the air. , the fingertips flickered quickly, and then, the answer Ji typed the next sentence:

"Spirits are able to live freely in the spirit world because of the appearance of psychics. They can practice through the energy of heaven and earth, and fly into the earth. Everything has a spirit. Maybe your inspiration is the spirit that prompts you. What decision did you make?" -End

Immediately afterwards, dark clouds closed in the sky, the wind was loud, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and a purple thunder fell straight down. Just as it was about to hit Answer Ji, a figure flew out.

Answer Ziji was taken aback, and he was hugged tightly, and then he heard a familiar voice whispering in his ear: "Baby, you are so powerful, you will attract the thunder of rules with one move."

Answer Ziji was hugged tightly, and he was stunned that no thunder was hit at all. Answer Ziji watched Tan Shaomo's face turn pale, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he trembled slightly. He only thought that he could let the words This is the end of the book, but I didn't expect the consequences of the story book's connection with the spirit world. If Ah Mo didn't show up, he wouldn't be able to survive the first attack.

"Amo..." Answer Ji murmured, his eye sockets became moist unconsciously, and then he forced out a drop of blood, muttering something, and then, "Soul imprint knot!"

Tan Shaomo only formed half of the soul seal, so he will share half of the injury of An Ziji. On the contrary, Tan Shaomo is injured, but it has nothing to do with An Ziji. But Tan Shaomo has been unwilling and unwilling to take the initiative to tell him how to get married.

But just when he regained his memory, his cultivation level increased again, and he had the method of forming a soul seal in his mind, and now, he could finally feel pain together.

Answer Ji Ji snorted, then raised his head and kissed Tan Shaomo.

Tan Shaomo never thought that his little Taoist partner would form a soul seal at this time. If it was only a half-soul seal, even if he couldn't withstand the thunder of the rules, his little Taoist partner would still be safe, but now...

Tan Shaomo's eyes turned dark red, his little Taoist companion is his, even the rules of heaven can't take him away!

……

God Realm, Buzhou Mountain, thunder roaring, all the gods are watching.

"Shao Mo's talk is awesome. The rule tribulation, the love tribulation, and the ascension tribulation actually passed through the three tribulations together. How could this be possible?!" A god said with emotion, his tone full of regret.

Hearing this, the surrounding gods nodded their heads one after another, obviously thinking the same way.

Except for one person, that person was Tan Shaomo's good friend Cen Yilin. He shook his head, looked at the fate chart in his hand, and after a while, his eyes showed surprise: "This is also okay?!"

The next moment, I saw the thunder of love tribulation collided with the thunder of rules, and engulfed the nine-fold thunder of ascension. Seeing that the nine thunders of ascension were about to engulf the thunder of love and the thunder of rules, a thunder of nascent soul flew towards After touching the thunder of love robbery, the thunder of love robbery instantly became thick and big.

With a sound of "Boom--", in the void, the four lightning tribulations exploded with a bang.

All the gods took out the photo stones of divine grade one after another. Such a method of crossing the catastrophe is really rare in ten thousand years. Does this count as a success in crossing the catastrophe?Or did the tribulation fail?

……

"Ah Mo, Ah Mo!" An Ziji looked nervous at Tan Shaomo, who was lying on his shoulder with his eyes closed.

"Don't worry, his energy is exhausted, he will recover later." A clear voice, like a breeze, successfully comforted Answer Ji.

Answer Zi Ji heard the words and looked at the person who came, and saw that the person was wearing a gorgeous and complicated brocade robe, which seemed to be shining like stars. The clothes matched the visitor very well. It was the first time that An Ziji saw someone prettier than Tan Shaomo, his eyes flashed with amazement, and he regained his composure.

"Dare to ask the senior?"

At this time, a man in a green robe that looked like the green of life, with resolute features, suddenly appeared and hugged Qingcheng's man. The man's face was normal, and then he looked at Answer Ji and said slowly: "I am time." The owner of the long river, Yu Liangqing, this is my lover's rebirth spring, called Yu Liangquan."

"You awakened me and my lover, and your lover paid the price for awakening us with his own blood, which may be fate."

"Your lover will go through the tribulation after waking up, but he obviously can't bear it. As a reward, I can send you from the long river of time to the three thousand small worlds. The three thousand small worlds can be restored by your lover or you The cultivation base has increased."

"But every small world is a reincarnation. You don't necessarily remember each other. If you think it's okay, I'll send you in. If you don't think it's okay, go through the tribulation with him. It's a good thing to live and die together. .”

Answer Ziji could hear that what Yu Liangquan said was the truth, he possessed himself and kissed Tan Shaomo lightly, and then said to Yu Liangqing: "Then I have to thank you, Senior."

……

3000 years later.

#答子吉大Where are you going now? #

Su Lingling from the main building: I practiced in the Cangjing Pavilion of the Fanmen Sect today, and found the records of the previous world altar, all of which were posts about Answering Zi Jida, this is too amazing!The World Altar was also created because of him, and the Spirit World was also created because of his words. Does anyone know where Ji Da is now?I feel that era is very fun!I'm so envious!

Drunken Dream Life on the first floor: My grandfather was at that time, I called my grandfather Huahua, he was a demon, he said that it was fun at that time, the lower three realms had enchantments, but later they loosened, and then a very The powerful Wenxiu wrote a lot of touching scripts. Those scripts made many people break through in batches. The last script became the spirit world, and there was a lot of food. It is said that it was very lively when the three worlds just merged. up! [want to cross]

The sound of wind and rain at night on the second floor: That was when I was young. Being a ghost clan has a long lifespan. It’s really a blessing. My great-great-grandfather was Xuanyuan Mozun, the ambassador of friendship in the three worlds at that time, a demon clan, and my great-great-grandfather’s generation of ghosts and gods The love story was also very interesting at that time. My great-great-grandfather also said that Da Ziji seemed to be the love monster in his dream, but he was pressed on the bed by my great-great-grandfather and couldn’t get up hahahahaha [laughing and crying]

The scorching sun crucian carp on the fourth floor: My patriarch Ji Yujin ascended to immortality. Before his ascension, he had a good relationship with Answer Ji. I found a lot of sound transmission symbols they communicated with. They had a really fun conversation. At that time we talked a lot about flying