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Cultivation is a struggle with the sky, it is not an easy task, and it cannot be achieved without great perseverance.

This was the first sentence Guangli's previous master had said to him when he accepted him as an apprentice, asking him if he had the perseverance and perseverance to seek the Tao.

He has always kept this sentence in his heart.

No matter what kind of difficulties and obstacles there will be in the road ahead, Guangli still insists on his original intention of pursuing the Dao, even if he dies, he will not be ruthless.

Cultivators don't necessarily have to be lonely and lonely. In the world of comprehension, regardless of past and present lives in Guangli, there are monks who have become Taoist couples to share weal and woe.

Moreover, among the cultivators, there has always been the theory of wealth and law, wealth refers to the necessities for practicing fighting skills such as magic treasures and spirit stones;

Finally, in addition to like-minded Taoists, couples also mean companions.

Because at its root, cultivation is one of the methods found by human beings to make themselves stronger, and monks' pursuit of the Dao is the greatest desire.

The monks have achieved success in cultivation, have escaped the life, old age, sickness and death that imprisoned ordinary people, and have a long life. It is normal for the monks to develop some spiritual hobbies after a long period of cultivation.

For example, it is also a beautiful thing to find a partner who is like-minded, who can love each other and practice together to become stronger.

However, there are tens of millions of people, and their personalities are also different, so monks are naturally the same.

There are those who are looking for love and affection, and there are those who stay away from love and stay single for a lifetime.

Guangli's previous life was the latter.

Although the little county king was doted on by his family and grew up, neither the emperor nor his father planned to raise a dude. The little county king has been taking classes with a group of princes since he was a child, and the civil and military teachers are all elites among the elite.

Moreover, the king of Xiaojun himself is also up to the challenge. He went out with his father at the age of 15. Although he was young, he made many military exploits. When he came back, he was named the fourth-rank General Mingwei. .

After the naturally militant king of the small county entered the immortal gate, he devoted all his energy to cultivation. Before he achieved success in cultivation, no matter how wonderful the colorful world outside was, he could not be tempted.

His concentration and assiduous cultivation made the master who gave him the Tianshuang Sword to straighten his mind because he was worried about his combative nature when he first started feared that he would go crazy.

Fortunately, after he broke through the golden core and was allowed to go out of the mountain, he immediately cast down demons everywhere. His master sometimes thought of him as a closed disciple, and found that he was either chopping thunder and holding a sword to kill people, or he was looking for someone to strike thunder and lift a sword On the way, Excalibur Tianshuang couldn't suppress his warlike anger.

The youngest and frivolous years of Guangli's two lives were spent in bloody fights everywhere, and because the demons are best at deceiving people's hearts, the transformed skins are all beautiful one by one, each with its own characteristics and styles, enchanting, sexy and cold Dust and so on are readily available.

If you kill too much in the light, you don't feel much about beauty. In the eyes of the public, you once used Kanshui Lei to melt a demon who turned into a famous fairy in the cultivation world and had many suitors. The demon died extremely miserable and painful. It was too late to appear, so he died in the appearance of that fairy.

And that fairy was there at the time, so Guangli became famous.

With the reputation of being ruthless and cruel, her heart is harder than a stone, and she is well-known in the circle of female cultivators in the comprehension world, and is respected and kept at a distance by most female cultivators.

The remaining small number of female cultivators were defeated by his incomprehensible attitude that he was keen to fight with others, even if the opponent was a female cultivator, he would treat them equally.

Later, the monsters disappeared, Guangli was famous and couldn't find a monk who was willing to fight with him, so he was forced to cultivate his body and cultivate his character. Love is completely outside the scope of his hobbies.

As for friends, of course there are friends, and there are a lot of them, most of which are fatal friendships-the demons were rescued by him in troubled times, or fought side by side with him.

But cultivation is not easy. Before Guangli Mahayana crossed the catastrophe, many friends died due to various reasons.

And the friends who are still alive will contact even if they are in a good relationship, but they are not as frequent as ordinary people. It is very rare to get together for several years.

The monks often retreat, and the most common thing is that after leaving the cave, there is a letter from a friend who was a few years ago outside the cave. It may take a few years for the other party to read the letter.

If you want to get together, you have to notify everyone decades in advance to discuss the time, and remember to go out to the appointment when the time comes, otherwise everyone will not be able to get together.

But Guangli's friends in this life are all ordinary people. Even if he keeps this friendship, other people will grow old in the passage of time, but Guangli is the same as before, youthful and not old, and he will send them away one by one...

Even for Gojo Wu, he has no spiritual roots and cannot cultivate, even if Guangli is willing to spend his heart and soul to refine the elixir of immortality for him, is immortality really a good thing for an ordinary person?

Only his time is stagnant, and the familiar relatives and friends around him are leaving one by one, and they are constantly experiencing life and death. There is a limit to the ability of people to bear, can he bear it?

The [-]-year-old Bhikkuni who once ate merman meat by mistake lived to be [-] years old, and finally chose to die is a good example.

Immortality is not a good thing for ordinary people. Loneliness will go hand in hand with the years, and the seven emotions and six desires will be diluted and wiped out in time. The final end is either madness or death.

It is better to make a decision early than to increase the sadness at that time.

Light thought so.But Wujo Satoru didn't think so.

This year's summer for conjurers was extremely relaxed, and the highest temperature was also when the blowout period of the magic spirits came last year. The operation of the conjuration association has been fully on the right track.

The disappearance of the Tianyuan barrier has greatly reduced the work intensity of the conjurers, and even most of the sorcerers have begun to earn extra money——

With the generous support of Gojo Satoru (providing various materials of the Gosanjia secret collection), the national conjurer system outside Japan has not been established for a short time. It is more difficult to cope with the midsummer craze of magic spirits, so we can only ask for foreign aid.

There are not only three super magicians in Japan, but also a network of monitoring at all times to ensure that the magic spirit can be exorcised as soon as it is born. If the concentration of magic power in a certain place is found to be abnormal, it will be planned in advance. The domestic tasks are almost all magicians. They rushed to pick it up.

Yes, today is different from the past, there are more monks and less food, in the past it was difficult for a magician to refuse, but now it is difficult for a magician to accept a task and make money.

Before enrolling, Jianren Qihai felt that the profession of conjurer was feasible. After enrolling, Jianren Qihai felt that the profession of conjurer was dangerous. He then felt that the profession of conjurer was too competitive. He might change careers after graduation in the future.

Summer goes to autumn solstice, cold comes and summer goes.

On December 17th, Gojo Satoru's [-]th birthday was not a big event like last year. He just had dinner and fun with his classmates and friends, received a bunch of gifts, and spent it peacefully.

At 23:57 in the middle of the night, the other seniors and teachers who came to celebrate Wujo Wujo’s birthday had already left. Xia Youjie returned to the dormitory with Wujo Wu, who knew he couldn’t drink but insisted on drinking.

"Wu, where is your door key?" Xia Youjie pushed the dead drunk cat. Once this person drank, he completely lost his mobility and lost his infinity. Although he was happy to be trusted, he was more troubled than he Trust is too much.

Wujo Wu didn't answer, so Xia Youjie could only look for it by himself, but fortunately, he found it in his coat pocket in no time.

The key was inserted into the lock, and the key was turned, but failed to open the door.

Xia Youjie took out the key and looked it over, and found that the key should not belong to Wujo Wu.

Gojo Satoru's dormitory key is not so clean, there is no rust, and there is no dirt in the groove on the key, just like a brand new one.

Is it...

A thought popped up in his mind, and Xia Youjie turned his head to look at the dormitory in Guangli next to him.

Xia Youjie hadn't seen Guangli for more than two months. Wujo Wu said that Guangli was in retreat in the school dormitory and could not be disturbed.

Guangli didn't even see his family, and Zhongyuan Zhong also came several times without seeing him.

After the Curse Association was on the right track, 99 Youji took over the daily affairs of the Magic Association as the vice president of the Magic Association. The two high school students Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie returned to school to continue their classes, almost without assignments, just like their peers Go to school and study normally.

The infirmary doesn’t need the help of the family’s glass anymore. There are magicians from the Hoshimi family in the Medical Department of the Magic Association. Anyone who is injured will be sent to the medical department of the Magic Association. Occasionally, she will be invited. A magic school that purely cultivates talents.

The time spent with the classmates has become longer, but Guangli is missing. Not only Gojo Wu will miss Guangli, but Jiaru Jiazi and Xia Youjie also miss him very much.

Holding the key to Guangli's dormitory in his hand, Xia Youjie was a little moved, but he still didn't bother Guangli.

Xia Youjie went to look for Wujou's key again. When he went to find the other pocket of Wujou's jacket, he found the key, and when he was about to take it out, Wujou held down his hand.

"Wu? Are you awake?" Guangli took care of Wutiao Wu when he was drunk last time. Xia Youjie didn't think it was strange to see him sober, but he was just happy that he didn't have to take care of the drunk.

"Take the key to open the door when you wake up, and you have an exam in the first class tomorrow morning—— Wu?"

Gojo Satoru directly took the key from him, and then walked towards the door of Guangli's dormitory.

When Wujou turned around, Xia Youjie saw Wujou's eyes under the sunglasses—the blue eyes did not show a trace of drunkenness or confusion, but were extremely sober.

He was a little surprised to see Gojo Satoru, who smelled of alcohol, staggered to the door of Guangli, and opened the door with a key.

Wu intends to pretend to be crazy by drinking?

But Guangli should know what he is like when he is drunk...

Xia Youjie couldn't help frowning, and followed to see what Wutiao Wu was going to do, so that he could stop it in time.

You can't be disturbed during the retreat in Guangli, they are very clear.But Xia Youjie also knew that Wujo Wu would not do anything to hurt Guangli, and he was the one who cared most about Guangli, so what did Wujo Wu want to do?

Xia Youjie was puzzled, and Wujo Wutiao turned the key and the door opened.

There was a creak, the sound of the door opening that I had long been used to, but now it felt a little subtle.

Xia Youjie's heartbeat speeded up inexplicably, as if he had a premonition of an impending change.

At 23:59:59 in the middle of the night, Gojo Satoru walked into Guangli's dormitory.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, Gojo Satoru saw Guangli.

He took off his sunglasses, and with his flawless eyes in the sky met the golden eyes that Shang Guangli had looked over, he confessed seriously.

"Guangli, I like you."

"The kind of love that loves."

The pupils of those beautiful golden eyes suddenly constricted!