Demon's Self-cultivation

The sky was covered with red clouds, and there were faint flashes of thunder.Under the shroud of gloom, the young monk sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, with a solemn expression and frowning.

The little demon circled around the young cultivator twice, raised his eyes to look at the cold thunder cloud, then twisted his formless body abruptly, and plunged into the young cultivator's sea of ​​consciousness.

Immediately, the originally clear and stable sea of ​​consciousness was rippled layer by layer as if a pebble was thrown into it, and as the ripples trembled, skyscrapers rose from the ground, and countless aircraft flew over the buildings. The space was orderly and endlessly shuttled, and the empty Consciousness Sea was suddenly bustling with traffic.

A burst of melodious music came, and boys and girls wearing school uniforms and carrying schoolbags poured out from the open school gate. They were either walking in a hurry, or leisurely, or chasing and playing, full of youth and vigor.

Among them, a small group of seven or eight boys was even more eye-catching. They talked loudly about the Star Mecha League, which was about to have its finals, and even got red-faced for the final winner.

"I said, Lieutenant General Lancet must be the one who won No.1 in the end! He was the champion last time in the league, and no one can beat him!"

"I'm more optimistic about Li Yunfei, he is the dark horse of the league this time!" Another teenager raised his eyebrows and retorted, "Compared to Lieutenant General Lancet's textbook-like precise and rigid operations, Li Yunfei is the one with the most aura! With a flexible mind, he always surprises and surprises people! He is a man called a 'miracle'!"

"What a 'miracle'! It's just good luck! That kind of opportunistic fighting style will definitely not be the opponent of Lieutenant General Lanster!" The boy who was refuted argued with a flushed face.

The teenagers were divided into two factions, supporting different candidates for the championship, and as expected, neither of them could convince the other.As the debate became more and more heated, the only young man who remained silent became more conspicuous.

"Hey, Kang Ning, who do you support?"

The silent young man was pushed, he raised his head in confusion, his dull eyes focused slightly, he turned his head and thought for a while: "I support...Li Yunfei, right?"

"Why?" The faction with different opinions was very dissatisfied.

The boy scratched his hair and showed a tranced smile: "Well... because... we are all Asian?"

"Cut—" Hearing this answer, everyone hissed mockingly, but the young man was not shy at all, and returned to his own thoughts after answering the question.

——He always felt that something was wrong... He was clearly in the familiar and ordinary daily life, but he always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something, neglected a very important thing...

The boy's eyes became dazed again, trying to figure out what went wrong, but before he could figure it out, he was interrupted by the people around him: "Kang Ning, what's wrong with you today? Don't be in a daze! Your little girlfriend is waiting for you!"

The word "little girlfriend" was like a thunderbolt, which instantly woke up the boy.He subconsciously looked up and saw a pretty girl in a school uniform and pleated skirt standing not far away, staring at him with full eyes.

The girl's long hair was flicking, and she wore a pink butterfly hairpin - this was a birthday gift he gave to the girl on her birthday, and she has always been cherished by the girl.The beautiful and delicate girl immediately filled the boy's heart with the sweetness of his first love. He couldn't help showing a smile, and walked quickly towards the girl.

"Brother Ning Ning, what's the matter with you? You don't look very good, are you sick?" The girl asked worriedly, and raised her hand to touch the boy's forehead. The warm and soft touch made the boy's heart beat disorderly and his cheeks feel hot.

"No, no, don't worry." He shook his head quickly, trying to dispel the girl's worries.

The girl frowned, but she didn't ask any further. Instead, she hugged the boy's arm with both hands, her posture was familiar and natural.

Seeing the intimate posture of the teenagers and girls, the boys laughed teasingly and enviously, and then said goodbye to them with laughter, and ran away quickly.

The boy was pressed close to the girl's soft body, and his whole body felt a little dizzy. He instinctively responded to the girl's words, and walked with her on the familiar road home. When he came back to his senses, he was already standing at the door.

Raising his hand to press the sensor at the door, the door opened with a sound, and the boy was immediately surrounded by the smell of food wafting from the house—this warm smell of home was so familiar that he wanted to cry.

The boy was dragged by the girl, and entered the house in a daze. Through the glass window, he saw his mother busy in the kitchen.

"Ning Ning, Hui Hui, are you back from school?" Hearing the sound of the door opening, the middle-aged woman turned her head and glanced in the midst of her busy schedule, her voice was kind and gentle.

"We're back, Auntie~" the girl called softly, "What did Auntie do? It smells so good~"

"You'll know in a while, little greedy cat!" The woman laughed and continued to focus on the dinner in her hand.The girl licked her lips expectantly, and turned her head to praise the boy about his mother's craftsmanship, but was surprised to find that her boyfriend was crying silently.

The girl was startled. With both hands, she dragged the boy into his bedroom, then closed the door, raised her hand to hold the boy's cheeks, and wiped away his tears: "Brother Ningning, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me ah!"

"I...what's the matter with me? I...why are you crying?" The boy blinked, and big drops of tears ran down his cheeks, but his expression was full of bewilderment.

"I still have to ask you! Why are you crying?!" The girl's voice was urgent.

The young man didn't speak, he frowned tightly, his expression was a bit painful, frame after frame of broken pictures flashed through his mind, giving him a faint feeling of absurdity.

who I am?Am I... Kang Ning?

where am I?Is this really my home?

I'm home?

Roaring beasts rushing forward; splashing blood; sharp swords piercing through the chest; bruised bodies; heart-pounding pain of being betrayed by someone close to you...

The loving and tolerant smiles of the parents; the beautiful face of the childhood sweetheart girlfriend; the close friends who played and skipped classes and played pranks together; the campus life with laughter and laughter...

The two completely different pictures seem to be two completely separated worlds, making the young man lost and hesitant. He may realize which is the real one, but his will and emotion are rejecting such a real one.

Xiaomo watched indifferently as the boy struggled until his face began to contort, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.It naughtily moved to the boy's ear, and whispered a gentle devil.

"Why is it so painful? Listen to your heart, you like it here, don't you?"

"But...but this is wrong..." the boy murmured in a low voice.

"What's wrong? This is the life you desire the most, isn't it?" Little Beast whispered, "Look, how happy and happy you look~"

"Yes...but...I shouldn't be here...I should, should..." A gleam of clarity flashed in the boy's eyes.

"Where are you supposed to be? Are you really willing to give up all of this? Abandon your parents who love you, forget your girlfriend who loves you so much?" The little devil curled up the corners of its mouth, and before it finished speaking, the girl also moved in response, full of worry. He approached the young man: "Brother Ning Ning, what's wrong with you? Don't think about it, relax, you really scared me..."

The young girl's coquettishness made the young man's clarity disappear in an instant, and his mind became confused again: "I... Huihui, I think I..."

"I don't feel anything!" The girl interrupted him, tiptoed slightly, leaned up to kiss his lips, and comforted him softly, "Please don't hurt yourself, don't show such a painful and sad expression, don't let me Worrying about you, okay?"

The boy's head exploded with a "boom", and he no longer had time to think about it, his whole body was occupied by the fragrance of the girl's body and those soft and sweet lips.

In a daze, he raised his hand and hugged the girl back, letting the other party's dexterous tongue playfully open his teeth and intertwine with his lips.

Watching the boys and girls who were intoxicated and kissed, the little devil tilted his head curiously, wondering whether it was really comfortable to lick mouth to mouth like this—it was so comfortable that people would forget about it even in danger.

However, this curiosity didn't last long. It raised its head, looked at the real rolling thundercloud through the illusory roof, and showed a triumphant smile.

Under the thunder cloud, a crack suddenly appeared in the golden core that was about to take shape, which was constantly rotating in the young cultivator's dantian. In an instant, the crack became bigger and deeper, and the color of the golden core dimmed at the same time.Within a short while, the unformed golden elixir shattered into a mass of gray powder.

The boy who was intoxicated by the girl's kiss only felt a pain in his stomach, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes went black.Following this burst of dizziness, the beautiful girl and the familiar bedroom suddenly dissipated. The boy opened his eyes wide in panic, and merged with the young cultivator with his eyes closed and his knees crossed, his brows furrowed.

The thunder roared in his ears, and the young cultivator subconsciously raised his head, the only thing that caught his eyes was the blatant lightning strike.

The golden elixir was not completed and then encountered a thunder disaster. The young cultivator who had not yet completely escaped from the demonic realm couldn't even think about it. He hurriedly sacrificed all the magic weapons in the storage bag and tried his best to resist the mighty thunder, but still The left branch is clumsy and the right is clumsy, full of dangers.

——The inner demon has already formed, even if he escapes from the thunder disaster by chance this time, he can only stop at the golden core in this life, and the road will be endless.

How pitiful~

However, the little devil who won this war has no mercy at all, even if it was born out of the other party's consciousness, and can even call the other party's "father" who gave birth to him.

Heart demons, since they are called "demons", their nature is to be ruthless.

Demons have no compassion, and everything they do is driven by desire.As a heart demon, the little demon's greatest desire is to devour the despair and pain emanating from others, and his favorite thing to do is to watch others struggle hopelessly because of his tricks.

Everyone in the comprehension world turns pale when they talk about the demons, thinking they are a symbol of terror and evil, but the little demon feels that being a demon is a very proud thing, and the demons are a great existence.

Under the panic of heaven, existence is reasonable.As a cultivator embarks on the road, he must go through all kinds of dangers and obstacles, and constantly sharpen himself.The sinister heart and the danger of opportunity are all for the sake of the big waves washing the sand and leaving the most dazzling gold, and the reason for the existence of the heart demon is also to select the best heroes.

The inner demon is born out of the consciousness of the practitioner, and even knows himself better than the practitioner himself. It can keenly capture the emotions and memories that the practitioner cares about, fears the most, and is most reluctant to let go, and magnifies them infinitely.

Defeating the demons is equivalent to defeating oneself. Only those who can defeat themselves have unlimited prospects.

So, you see how important demons are, don't you?

Although it was not long after its birth, and it was the first time it had dealt with a cultivator, Xiao Xiaomo worked hard and perfectly fulfilled the meaning of its own existence.It is proud of what it has done, but it also regrets that it will be difficult to meet an "interesting" cultivator like its "father" in the future.

Yes, "interesting" - ever since he had self-awareness, Xiaomo realized that his "father" was special because he came from another world that was completely different from the world of comprehension.

From the memory of "father", Little Beast caught a glimpse of the scenery of another world, gained a lot of knowledge and learned a lot.If it wasn't for his "father" who really wasn't suitable for the realm of comprehension, Xiao Xiaomo would show mercy and let the other party struggle for a while, and he could play a lot in this world of memories.

It's a pity that even though "father" was lucky enough to come to the realm of cultivation from his own world and successfully embarked on the road, his weakness and nostalgia for the past really couldn't advance too far on the road.

In the original world, he was much loved, and the only trouble was probably the entrance exam. However, in the world of comprehension, he had to experience pain and betrayal, and was forced to grow rapidly by death—unfortunately, these pains did not make him become a fairy. Nirvana, on the contrary, made him miss the beauty of the past more and more, unable to get rid of the memory of the original world.

And Xiaoxiaomo was born out of this nostalgia for his memories of the former world, born out of this "gain and then lose" and "ask for nothing".

Whenever he encounters difficulties in the realm of comprehension, he will reflexively escape into the memories of the past. He is nostalgic for his loving and gentle parents, cute and lovely girlfriends, and like-minded friends, and even constantly beautifies these memories, making himself deeper and deeper. .

Therefore, Xiaoxiaomo just tried his hand at a small trick, constructing an illusory "once" according to his expectations, and he indulged in it without any resistance, so that Xiaoxiaomo was complacent about his success, but also a little "I didn't exert much force and you fell down" regretful sigh.

——If you can’t really integrate into the new world, you’re doomed not to go far.

That being the case, Xiaoxiaomo can only regretfully and dedicatedly "destroy relatives with righteousness".

As for after the thunder calamity, no matter whether the young cultivator is dead or alive, the little demon has fulfilled his mission.And then, it can either find another cultivator to possess and grow itself by devouring the other's negative emotions, or it can sneak into the demon world, cultivate itself, and become a demon cultivator.

——Which way is better?

While thinking enthusiastically, Xiaoxiaomo waited patiently for the final result of this thunder disaster, watching his "father" was scarred under the thunder and collapsed from exhaustion, no longer able to resist the thunder disaster.

——Ah, he must be dying, right?It thought like this, without the slightest fluctuation in its heart.However, just when the little devil thought that the dust of the calamity had settled, it suddenly saw a white light appearing in the thundercloud.

Subconsciously, the little demon felt a great sense of crisis. It quickly broke free from the young cultivator's weak body and fled, but it still couldn't escape the swiftly approaching white light.

The little demon only felt that he was attracted by something, and was involuntarily drawn into the white light, and along with it, there was another ray of soul breath that he was extremely familiar with.

The little demon realized something, it tried its best to resist the struggle, however, it looked too small in front of this terrifying white light, which was playing with the young cultivator between applause.

No matter how unwilling it is, what is waiting for it is to be swallowed by white light, and the consciousness will dissipate.