Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

Ji Yunlai withdrew his hand, feeling complicated and unspeakable.

After a long time, he chuckled.

Forget it, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, and it will take a long time. It is meaningless to investigate whether Xiaoqing and the big sky demon are the same.

I like Xiaoqing, and I have time to wait for him to grow up.

It still matters.

He raised his head, looked at the warm sun in the sky, stretched out his hand, and felt the warm radiance.

This is not a real sun.

Rather... Ji Yunlai's eyes flickered several times, and after some analysis, he was still a little messy.

This is the background of the game he wrote back then.

In this world, what should I do? Ji Yunlai discovered that the one who did not lose his memory might be the winner in life.

Not only did he have men, but he also built a semi-real game world by himself.

The sun in the sky is the game engine, which dominates the data in the world. There are billions of magic thoughts coming in and out on the sun, reincarnating to form flowers, birds, fish and insects.

Formatting and clearing those magical thoughts time and time again, and turning them into another kind of spirit.

And life here is real.

He tore off a piece of grass, an ordinary foxtail, which tasted the same as the one he had in his mouth back then.

It seems that it is a very good world...

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The smoke rose, and the peaceful thatched village became lively. From time to time, a woman in a grass skirt greeted the children outside the house to go home for dinner. A group of people gathered around a big wild boar, and everyone gathered in a pile. , chatting about today's parents.

"Tujia, I'll exchange your meat for your salt." A man said to his companion.

"No, I don't have much salt at home, just wait a little longer."

"That's right, the time is up, and the salt deliverer should be here soon." The person next to him replied.

"Do you think they can still find our place this time?" Someone asked worriedly.

"Sure, don't we still leave people waiting in the black witch land?"

"It's hard to say, if they know we've moved here, will they compete with us for a place?"

"There are good places everywhere outside the Black Witchland, so they don't like this place." Someone said disapprovingly.

"It's hard to say, this good place can be taken with you. Didn't the patriarch take people outside to guard and prevent them from entering the village?" Someone asked.

"No way, this place was given to me back then, and I promised to come back and take it after 100 years." Someone beside me sighed.

"We have quietly repaired so many fork roads, they can't come down?" This is a crooked idea.

"The patriarch said that the things must be returned to others." Someone laughed and said, "Don't think about it."

"Then you are willing to continue to live in the dark witch field? Eat ghosts every day and eat us like ghosts?" someone beside him said angrily.

"Then what do you say? If you don't go inside, I think, you ask the patriarch if he is willing."

"Stop talking, the patriarch is here." Suddenly someone whispered.

So everyone stopped talking, but looked at the direction of Shansen in the distance.

A man with a naked upper body came out of the woods carrying a bundle of fresh firewood that was still wet. He had short hair in a mess, deep facial features, a tall and strong figure, bronze-colored muscles and tight lines, and a mighty bear tattoo on his plump left chest. He put his head down and put the firewood at the entrance of the village along the mountain road. Seeing that they did not leave after sharing the meat, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "You don't need to feed the children anymore? What are you doing here?"

"Patriarch, the century is coming." The others looked at him pitifully.

"That's right. Back then, the woman said she would only keep it for us for 100 years, and she would take it away at that time." A young woman was holding her newborn child, praying with her eyes open.

"Although the agreement was made back then, we have lived here for a hundred years, what do you think should be done?" asked the person next to him.

The man with the bear head tattoo said calmly: "This place is not a place to stay for a long time, it's time to go back."

"Patriarch!" The voices of the villagers pleaded.

"This place is a world of caves and heavens. It is different from the outside world. You cannot practice witchcraft. If you stay, you will only have a hundred years of life." The man's eyes were very dark, like a deep pool, and there was an indescribable feeling Quiet and peaceful, "Back to Wudi, you can live for hundreds of thousands of years, and we have come here before."

"That's different." A witch couldn't help but said, "What's the use of living in the dark witch land for 2000 years? You can't get out, you can't get in, you beat ghosts and eat ghosts every day. Since I was born, I came to this small world to eat it." The first grass."

"That's it." The sorcerer next to him also agreed, "Although witchcraft cannot be used here, life is stable, and it is better to live for a hundred years than to live outside for a thousand years."

"That's right, patriarch, you can also beat that woman back then, so let's beat her away this time!" the witches chattered.

The man shook his head: "Wudi still needs someone to stay, and I will ask her to take you away at that time, but you have to know that if you leave with her, you will never be able to leave this world again."

The witches began to quarrel fiercely again.

The man shook his head slightly, strode away, picked up the wild boar's head, chopped off half of it, and carried it away.

The witches glanced at him, and continued to quarrel, whether to stay or leave.

The man turned a deaf ear to it, but took half of the pig's head back to his house, tore off a piece, and roasted it in his hand.

His broad palm was like a soldering iron, and he roasted the pork until it dripped with oil in a short while, divided it into two pieces, and put each into a wooden bowl.

"Zhan, do you really want to stay in Wudi?" After a while, a tall man rushed in and asked, "Back then when Daxuan cast a heavenly curse, if we left Jiuyuan, no matter where the heavens were, we would be in trouble." Death. Now that I finally have a chance to leave, why not kill that woman?"

"Eat the meat first." The man handed him a bowl and sprinkled some salt and pepper on it.

The big man on the opposite side looked at him for a long time, and reluctantly took the meat.

After a while, the man called the patriarch said: "Have you seen this world?"

"We've only walked thousands of miles, and we can't practice witchcraft here. There are too many wild animals on the road, so we can't get through." The big man replied, "By the way, you walked for 200 years, what did you see?"

The time in this world is different from that of the Black Witch Land, which is three times faster than that of the Black Witch Land. Three days have passed here, and only one day has passed outside. If it is not impossible to practice, it is really a blessed land.

"Admiration." The patriarch looked calm, saying that there was no change in admiration, but the worship in his speech was not false, "Although cultivation is impossible in this world, there is already reincarnation."

The big man on the opposite side was stunned: "How is it possible?"

"Have you seen the sun in the sky? I used to watch it set in the sea in the east, and then the light dimmed, and then it went up to the sky and became the moon. The Taoism of the whole world has its own theory, and there is the principle of reincarnation. The sky is like tomorrow , is the center of this world, and the countless magic thoughts that were trapped in this world back then have been assimilated one by one and become the flowers, birds, fish and insects of this world. Put in monsters and let them multiply, and after a while, they will be added, and there is rarely a place that has its own world." The man stared at the light outside the window and said, "So the master of this world cannot be an enemy."

"I'm afraid you are the only one who is willing to stay." The big man sighed.

The land of black witches is not a place for living beings to live. Without this world, they are all starved to death. They are no different from evil spirits there. Now they can have a normal life and even reproduce. God knows how happy they were at that time .

If you didn't get it at the beginning, you can still bear it. If you get it and then lose it, the pain in it can't be explained in a few words.

"It's fine to keep one." The man said quietly, "It's not wrong for the black witches to be extinct here."

The big man was dumb for a while, and after a while, he whispered: "Actually, if you give that thing to Luo Qingxiao, maybe..."

"It's useless. Luo Qingxiao, as a Daxuan priest, killed the emperor against his fate, what a terrible backlash he endured." The man leaned out of the window, looking at the white birds flying out of the distant mountains and forests. In a hundred years, if he can't take back the Seal of King Daxuan to open Jiuyuan, I'm afraid..."

He suddenly stopped talking, and his expression became solemn: "I have seen the World Master."

The big man was startled, seeing Ji Yunlai who appeared beside him at some unknown time, and was about to make a move, but the patriarch covered his mouth and held down his hand, and dragged him to the door and threw him away.

There was a moment of silence in the small adobe room.

After a while, Ji Yunlai said calmly: "How much do you know about Luo Qingxiao?"

"Daxuan's third-generation priest, Kunlai's last heir," the man looked at the other person's appearance and temperament similar to Luo Qingxiao, and then thought that he had just heard Luo Qingxiao's words, so he was so fascinated by him I found out that there was a three-point inference in my heart, and I decisively told what I knew, "Ten thousand years ago, Daxuan was first established, and there were four great sects in Central Continent, Jietian Dao, Ziyun Dao, Taiqing Sect, Kunlai Sect, Ziyun Sect Following the way of heaven, Taiqing gave birth to white lotus, and the strong wind produced strong grass. From then on, I saw Kunlai. It is the four great sects. The four sects are headed by Kunlai, but Kunlai has a disciple who practices the way of luck. It was denounced as a coincidence and was not taken seriously. Taizu Daxuan accidentally obtained this luck to practice orthodoxy. Later, Daxuan founded the country, destroyed Kunlai first, obtained a complete inheritance of luck, and withheld the orthodoxy of Kunlai, in order to threaten luck. pulse, I will do my best for Daxuan forever. If there is any disobedience, there will be no good death."

As for why he would die badly, although he had some guesses, there was no need to say it out.

"Is that so?" Ji Yunlai nodded, but didn't want to say anything more.

I know a lot of things recently.

"Why did you recognize me?" After a long silence, Ji Yunlai suddenly asked.

The man finally looked weird, and after a long silence, he reluctantly took out a stack of paper from the grass bed and handed it to him respectfully: "I found this by the river in this world."

Wudi paper is rare, a little heartache.

The paper was the most common white talisman paper used in Kun-Lai, on which his portraits were drawn.

There were many creases on the paper, and he folded a page of paper along the creases, and it was a folded lotus lantern.

On the bottom of the lamp is written: May there be an afterlife, he will marry me as promised.

Ji Yunlai was silent for a moment, and suddenly felt like a scumbag.

The author has something to say: I skipped the ticket today, but I don’t have time to update it tonight, so I will give you a small extra compensation (missing the second update, covering your face and running...).

deep winter in december

A seven-year-old child in tattered clothes was smashing the thick ice on the river with sharp stones. Snowflakes fell on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, making him shiver, but he didn't stop.

But it is frozen three feet, extremely hard, and it is not something that an ordinary child like him can easily cut open.

An Xian sat on the dead tree, gulped down a big gulp of spirits, and watched indifferently.

It took nearly an hour, and finally, a small opening was carved out of the solid ice. The child picked up the wooden fork and stared intently at the icy water under the hole.

Soon, he deftly speared a few fish and trotted off the ice.

But in a blink of an eye, he was blocked by a wild dog in the grass.

After a hard fight, the child dragged his bitten arm and the wild dog that was strangled to death together.

The fierce and determined eyes made An Xian take another sip of wine.

This wolf cub is like me!

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An Xian saw the child holding a branch to practice the sword technique he didn't know where he learned it.

The savvy is very good.

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An Xian watched that child practice for a year, the same moves, back and forth, as proficient as an extension of his body.

But he still insisted on practicing and never let up a day.

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An Xian saw him running away covered in blood, those who chased him said that he secretly learned swordsmanship and wanted to kill him.

He ambushed with various traps along the way, cunning like a wolf, using the familiar terrain to kill those people one by one.

Finally, he fell under the tree exhausted.

An Xian watched indifferently, and took another sip of wine.

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He struggled to wake up, tidied up his wounds, glanced into the distance, and caught a few mice, he was so badly injured that he couldn't start a fire.

After a moment's hesitation, he ate the mouse alive.

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An Xian chuckled lightly, she really experienced all her actions back then.

She hooked her fingers and took the child into her hands.

Maybe, it won't be boring these days.

"What's your name?" An Xian asked him.

"It has nothing to do with you, let me go!" The child thumped in her arms.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say anything. I picked you up by the bridge and it was the middle of winter. You should call Qiao Long." An Xian said domineeringly.

"Whatever you say, I can't read!" The child looked indifferent.

An Xian stretched out her hand and pointed, the sword aura was like thunder, and the word "Qiao Long" was drawn on the ice in the river. The ice was three feet long, but it was as thin as paper under her sword aura.

The child gave her a scrutinizing look, as if evaluating.

"Want to learn?" An Xian shook her head and asked aloofly.

The child lowered his head: "Stupid woman, you made a mistake in spelling Long."

"..."

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Qiu Tansheng has a nickname, Xiao Xiao.

One day, Qiu Xiaoxiao asked the high priest, what is love and what is hate?

The high priest touched the apprentice's head and gave him a warm stone.

Qiu Xiaoxiao held it in her hand, but she didn't see anything, it was just an ordinary stone.

Then the high priest took out the same stone and gave it to him.

Qiu Xiaoxiao was scalded by a stone.

"Are you trying to say that love is warmth and hate is pain?" Qiu Xiaoxiao looked thoughtful.

"No," the high priest chuckled, "I want to say, if you don't touch it, you will only see the appearance, and you won't know the feeling of love and hate."

Qiu Xiaoxiao nodded: "I'm going to find love."

Then go.

In the evening, Qiu Xiaoxiao came back with a rabbit that had just opened its intelligence: "This is my love."

"Oh?" The high priest looked at him with a smile.

"In the whole valley, it is the only one who believes that I have love..." Qiu Xiaoxiao shrugged helplessly.