[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

Qian Li is not the only one who has dreamed of the oracle in this world.

The boy didn't have spiritual roots.

Cultivators seem to be born to be superior to ordinary people. The young man's family once had a monk, although it is only a three-soul root, which is extremely rare in such a remote town.

Afterwards, the family tried in vain to have a child with the ability to cultivate immortals, so they only married within the family, and kept trying to get each man and woman to marry, conceive and have children.

Abandoning human relations has no natural morality.

As the years passed, the children born became more and more fragile, and most of them did not live to be ten years old.

It is rare for the young man to survive beyond the age of 14. He is the only one in his generation who survived, so he is naturally treated carefully.

But on his 15th birthday, he was tied up and eaten like an animal by the men of the family, while the pregnant women were kneeling on the ground carefully to catch the dripping blood.

People have gone crazy, thinking that he survived because he had absorbed enough energy from the dozen or so children who died, and that as long as he ate his flesh and blood, the babies born later would be strong and strong.

How much blood can a child have?

The knife cut turned into a gouging at the back, and the pain was no longer in the body, but the muscles were still beating and trembling.

The boy knew he was going to die.

After closing his eyes, he had a dream.

In the dream, he was in a dark forest, where humid air and icy wind intertwined, turning into a dense fog.

For some reason, the young man clearly lost sight of the road, but his legs were still moving, as if something was pulling his joints, and he walked forward step by step.

Suddenly, a gust of fiery wind whizzed towards his face.

The boy subconsciously raised his hand to block it, but he didn't feel the wind at all.He opened his eyes, lowered his arms, and what caught his eye was the white mist and the bright sun.

A few beams of sunlight passed through the pores of the tree crown and gently sprinkled on the ground. Moss grew on the raised and exposed roots of the underground tree.

The boy stared blankly at the tree root because there was a man leaning on the wet moss.

The man was wearing a black inner garment, and the dark robe was glowing with golden light, like the excellent wood tempered and forged after thousands of years of wind, rain and sun.

The man's hair is very uncommon curly hair. When he looked up, the boy realized that his eyes were the same as the curly hair, dark green like a vast deep forest.

He spoke, his voice was like a guqin by a quiet spring, low and pleasant: "After waiting for so long, it turned out to be a human child."

The man looked the young man up and down, raised one eyebrow, and curled up the corner of his mouth, which made that sacred and inviolable face look a bit sinister.

"Boy, do you dare to make a deal with me?"

The young man is gentle by nature, and he didn't want to fight or gamble at first, but after experiencing such a thing, his disposition has long been different from before.

"If you dare to say it, I dare to bet."

"Hahaha... Interesting, interesting!" The man laughed loudly. He formed complicated curse seals with both hands, and pulled out a crystal irregular sphere from his body.

The sphere was suspended in the air, stretched and deformed continuously, and finally turned into a round glass mirror.

The mirror surface is smooth and clear, and a beautiful rainbow flashes can be seen when the angle changes.

The mirror floated in front of the boy, who took it without hesitation.

This action undoubtedly satisfied the man, and the smile on his face deepened, because he thought it was very interesting. "Hold it, and it will help you reach the top of all people."

"What do you want me to do?" The young man held the mirror in his hands, there was no carnival and joy, only indifference on his face.

"It's very simple." The man stood up and retreated to lean on the straight yew tree. "Every three months, bring someone here. It doesn't matter if it's male or female, old or young, but remember, I want to live."

The deal begins.

Cultivators, mortals, monsters, dangers emerge endlessly on this continent, and it is normal to be injured and die.Nobody cares at all whether one dies or a hundred dies in a year.

The young man doesn't have a spiritual root in his body, but he doesn't need a spiritual root either.

Ever since he got the glazed mirror in his dream that day, there was a lotus mark on his chest.As he got older, the lotus petals grew out round and round, and the more petals there were, the more mellow and powerful the power flowing in the meridians and bone marrow in his body became.

After waking up from the dream that year, his scarred body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye under the golden light.Then, the scattered golden light was completely absorbed by his body like a drop of water, forming a unique cycle in his body that was constantly running.

Every three months, at midnight, the glass mirror will create a channel in the nearest puddle of water, the channel can only accommodate one person to pass through, and the maintenance time is only half a stick of incense.

Therefore, it took a lot of time to bring all the people who had cut his flesh and drank his blood under the yew tree.

He watched those people who had their eyes gouged out and their ears and noses cut off writhing and struggling on the ground, crying and begging for mercy. Finally, the smile that he had had in those ten years was once again on his face.

Only this time, he smiled very gently.

A hundred years passed quickly.

The soil under the yew tree was gradually stained black with blood, and the dense fog in the deep forest also absorbed the breath of resentment and blood, from milky white at the beginning to light pink and purple.

This was originally a yew forest, but such spirit trees could not grow in such a strong resentment, they gradually withered, and in the end, only the middle and strongest tree stood alone.

But the boy back then had a glass mirror parasitic in his body, and the speed of improving his cultivation was jaw-droppingly fast.

After participating in the battle to kill demon cultivators as one of the main combat forces, as the one who harvested the most heads and the only surviving orthodox person among the main combat forces, the admiration and trust of the monks for him finally fermented into respect.

——Holy One.

Standing on the lotus pedestal transformed by the glazed mirror, he watched one after another kneel down shouting "Holy One", and suddenly, he seemed to have returned to that day a hundred years ago.

The clansmen who used to eat him as medicine knelt down, cried and shouted, calling his name and begging him to raise his hand.

A hundred years ago, he felt happy in his heart, thinking that he had finally avenged the pain of that time, but at this moment, he realized that this is what he enjoyed.

Everyone surrendered, knelt and kowtowed at his feet to show their admiration.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, his expression was gentle and compassionate, like a god who descended from the sky to the world.

In this world, there is one more powerful person known as the Supreme Being, and that humble and gentle young man is really dead at this moment.