I rolled over after parallel worlds merged

The back mountain of Jianzong is a dense forest, and almost no one comes there at ordinary times. Although there is no expressly stipulated restriction, basically all the disciples know that if it is not necessary, they should go as little as possible.

It's not that dangerous, but it's just that there are gods worshiped in the forest. If you take the liberty to disturb the purity of others, disasters may come down.

This is not a "strange thing" that every school has. It is real. Every year when the end of the year is approaching, after the year-end assessment is over and before returning home from the holiday, Jianzong will divide the school from top to bottom. Batches of worship in the past.

It's just that the temple is not as magnificent as imagined, but in a simple style, not much different from the huts they usually live in.

It is said that it was the request of the God Lord.

With the change of the times, those legendary beings with the power to reach the sky have all dissipated in the world, and the world of cultivating immortals has not heard of it for many years. Who has achieved the true fruit of cultivation, even those who can approach that realm? Never appeared again.

The aura is getting thinner and thinner, and the seedlings selected by various sects from ordinary people every year are getting fewer and fewer every year, and the older generation is gradually dying. Everyone knows in their hearts that this situation will not turn around, but After all, it's not completely impossible. With that little bit of hope, no one is willing to voluntarily give up the pursuit of the Dao.

However, the technological development of ordinary people has progressed rapidly over the years, and the abilities of many inventions and creations are even comparable to some spells, which can be regarded as a consolation.

And the God Lord enshrined by Jianzong is good, he will still appear every now and then, so even though Ling Zongzhu's decadence is well known to everyone, as long as the shrine is still in Jianzong, Guanyuemen will not dare to act rashly .

The gurgling sound of spring water came from among the bamboo leaves, and diffused lightly into the night. The fluorite around the pool gave off a faint light, which added a bit of mystery to this place where idlers stopped, and also reflected the water surface. Pale blue.

After Ling Shuangci finished kneeling, he didn't even have time to eat dinner, so he ran non-stop to the back of the mountain. At this time, he was sitting cross-legged on the jade stool by the spring, rubbing his sore knee expressionlessly.

After all, he is a child who has just established his foundation. No matter how different his talent is from ordinary people, he is only six or seven years old. No matter how good his physique is, he will not be able to withstand such a toss. Although he will not get sick, he will definitely be uncomfortable for a few days.

"He told you to kneel and you kneel?"

Suddenly a voice sounded beside him. The other party's voice was actually a little cold, but the tone at this time could clearly express disdain and a little sullenness.

Ling Shuangci, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly raised his head, children, even if they can try to put on a strict and serious appearance, the level of concealing emotions still needs to be strengthened.

The delicate, white and tender little boy looked like he was carved out of jade. His body was very thin, but the fat on his face was still soft.

The shape of Ling Shuangci's eyes was indifferent, and the tails of his eyes were usually raised slightly. He looked like a grown-up suitable for his son to inherit his father's career, but at this time they were round and round, still shining brightly in the dim light. Full of joy and anticipation.

Seeing him like this, the man standing there had an expression that was about to be stormy, but it suddenly softened a lot.

He raised his eyebrows, and in a joking tone, he completed what he had taught the child: "Are you a little fool?"

Ling Shuangci rarely showed a bit of coquettishness that should be at this age, stared at the other party and flattened his lips, muttering: "I'm not stupid."

"Father is strict with me for my own good." He replied with a big picture.

But the grievance and bewilderment that were about to emerge in his tone couldn't be hidden at all.

The man was slightly taken aback, the corners of his mouth flattened, and he squeezed Ling Shuangci's soft face thoughtfully: "Don't be so cute, just tell me what you want."

Ling Shuangci hesitated after hearing this, but finally shook his head, and then said softly: "The volcano in the northwest has been active recently, and the surrounding ordinary people have suffered countless casualties, and the monks sent by various sects to support them can't do anything, I think... ..."

"Do you want me to solve it?" The boy interrupted him, and he smiled as if he was a little bit of irony, and asked bluntly, "Did you think, or did Ling Zhi ask you to convey it?"

Ling Shuangci shook her lips, unwilling to admit it, but dared not deny it.

The two of them remained silent for a long time before the man withdrew his dissatisfied gaze, snorted displeasedly, tapped the book upside down on the table twice with his fingertips, and said unhappily: "Forget it, fierce You are useless, your brain is far worse than before."

He squinted at Ling Shuangci who obviously didn't understand what he was talking about, as if he had nothing to do with the other party: "I'll go and see tomorrow, who told me to owe you."

He raised his chin and said arrogantly, "Read it."

It was not the first time that Ling Shuangci came to beg for his father, and he was very familiar with the hard-spoken and soft-hearted temperament of the other party. He knew in his heart that the other party agreed.

After completing the task, Ling Shuangci showed a bright smile, thanked her, grabbed the book on the table, and happily introduced: "Today's recitation is 'Wugou Qingshuo'."

The man sitting opposite him was obviously choked by this overly plain name, and his expression was a bit indescribable. He muttered in a low voice: "What's so interesting about this thing? I recite it every day, and I'm sick..."

"Huh? What did you say?" Ling Shuangci raised his head and stared at the other party sincerely with those beautiful eyes.

The man swallowed the swear words lingering on his lips in an instant, quickly looked away, and waved at him helplessly, signaling Ling Shuang to continue.

Ling Shuangci was not a fussy kid either, he nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then tentatively said: "If you don't like listening to scriptures, I'll bring you a movie next time."

"It's just that I don't have a mobile phone, so I might have to borrow it from my junior uncle. Anyway, I can't be found out by my father, otherwise I'm going to kneel down again." Ling Shuangci tilted his head, confided all his plans, and mentioned punishment He even trembled a little, obviously the shadow was quite deep.

The man looked at him with more and more complex expressions, and the pity between his brows reached its peak when he heard Ling Shuangci say that he was going to borrow his little uncle's mobile phone. That's all right, read it quickly, and go back to sleep after reading."

Anyway, his purpose is not to have fun, but to call the other party to quietly infuse some spiritual energy regularly, and do a "system upgrade" for the child. Otherwise, with the current thin spiritual energy, why can a peerless genius be born.

"Oh!" Xiao Lingshuang agreed sweetly and happily, in short, it was a well-behaved capital.

He was so good that Hokuriku was thinking about whether he should stop by and buy him a mobile phone when he went out to deal with the mess tomorrow.

……

In the middle of the night, the noise of the wind blowing the bamboo forest drowned out the somewhat vain breathing in the room.

Ling Zhi, who was about to fall asleep just after the pranayama, woke up suddenly. He opened his eyes suddenly, only to find that he was firmly nailed to the wall of the room, and not only could he not move his fingers, he could not even make a sound.

He realized what was going on in an instant, and only felt a little numbness in his forehead.

A voice drifted in leisurely from outside the window. I couldn't tell the difference between male and female, but I could only understand the content.

But in fact, Ling Zhi knew the other party's identity well.

The voice seemed sullen:

"Lingzhi."

"Do you want to die faster?"

The author has something to say: the third watch should be very late~