Cultivate with an African God

Ying Juexiao felt as if she hadn't had a nightmare for a long time.

Not long ago, he often struggled to wake up in those endless late nights, looking at the tall trees shaking the light peak outside the window, and only then did he confirm that he was still alive.

Or there are some dreams that are a little bit too much, and even the shake light peak will be destroyed, so that sometimes he suspects that he is in a dream.

The nightmare has changed into countless horrific appearances, and many times it repeats various situations of family ruin and bloodshed, and sometimes a boy with a malicious smile appears, pulling his enemy over and pointing at him. Said, well, that's him.

But ever since he came to Wenxin Cliff, he has never fallen into such a dream again. It seems that the mysterious magic circle that Yunfu isolates the true energy also isolates the old memories, so that they cannot find him.

However, one of the demons who often visited him in the dream was closer to him than in the dream.

The man was reading a book, drawing talismans in Wenxin Cliff, swiped out empty talismans, picked them up again in dismay, pretended to warm himself by the fire, and tossed all the dead branches nearby.When the first snow fell on Wenxinya, he even sent out a few snowballs to play snowball fights with him.

Ying Juexiao doubts that that person lacks normal feelings. For example, at the beginning, she seemed to be playing some kind of game, counting her motives for murdering him, or now they should have torn their faces, more precisely, it was him. I offended that person severely, but this person still finds him to play boring games in such a boring way.

In the past, he would have thought that such an attitude was due to the superciliousness of a powerful force, but it was not until Han Chen appeared that he realized that it was supercilious without strong power.

For a long time, the person said, their relationship was balanced against each other.

That person was very smart, and he was right about many things, but only this matter was completely wrong.

It seems like clouds are floating up and down, only he is always trembling and fearful.

Disciple Yunfu is confident, conceited, and at ease, like a fish swimming in the boundless sea, but he is a trapped beast covered in wounds, hiding in a dark corner, watching the boundless wind and rain vigilantly .

After the door was destroyed, the strings in his heart relaxed a little, but it was only during the time when he was able to enter the inner door.

During that time—even for him, there was uncontrollable excitement in his heart.

He went all the way to the last round of the competition in the first year of entry. Even if he lost to a strong opponent in the end, he was favored by the master because of his performance and became the registered disciple of the master.

Everything was much better than what he expected, he entered the inner sect and became a real disciple of Yunfu, he could easily learn Yunfu's fundamental skills under the shade of Yunfu.And with a powerful Golden Core Grandmaster as his master, maybe even the enemies would not act rashly.

He made up his mind and even slept well for a few days.

At the same time, he is also very clear that there is a threat that has not been lifted, and someone knows his whereabouts, and even has the opportunity to know the whereabouts of his enemies.

His uneasiness reached its peak when he heard that the man was driven down the mountain. After tossing and turning, he took the opportunity of practicing to ask for advice to tell his master that Mu Xinghe was taken away by an evil spirit, and he used a cautious tone. Talking about not knowing whether he will harm Yunfu in the future.

His master stopped shaking the fan for a moment, and then looked at him with a half-smile - he may never forget that kind of non-smiling smile in his life. She said: "Everyone has his own way." It is better not to interfere too much with others’ experience, to cultivate one’s own path and to cultivate one’s own path.”

His self-esteem allowed him to suppress those unwilling questions, but after that night, the nightmare came again, and he couldn't sleep well.

He thought that the shattering of such hopes was a collapse of the sky, but later he realized that compared with those worries, the real pressure was quietly approaching.

When he was still in the outer sect, he knew that he was smart, talented, hardworking and hardworking, which allowed him to always be the best among his peers.Thanks to his friendliness and excellence, his popularity is not bad. Not only did he not feel any malice, he even rarely ignored him.

People always have to rely on other things to gain self-confidence.Better than everyone else, it can make him feel that he has some capital and can compete with that unforeseen fate.

However, after entering the inner gate, everything is different.

He is not as good as those seniors who have accumulated over the years, and even worse than his peers who entered the inner sect together.That person is the rebirth of the devil, and it is natural to enter the state quickly, but Ren Jing is also in a very high state. It is said that Ren Jing's master loves him very much and often talks about him.During the Zongmen Dharma Assembly, he also participated in the battle as Yunfu's representative.

On the other hand, the realm is like a tortoise crawling, those friends come and go - they enter the realm faster, have new pursuits, and have new topics, no matter how kind and friendly he is, even if he can copy talismans for them. Careful reminder of things, can not keep up with their footsteps, and can not be the person who is most harmonious with them.

He even doubted himself, maybe he was favored in the competition that day not because of his strength, but something else.

Otherwise, how could such a talent deserve the respect of a master?

A person's life is only a few decades, and even if he cultivates to condense his veins, he will only prolong his life for a hundred or dozens of years. If he can't run wildly, his enemies will regard him as an ant at any time, and even if he is old and powerless, he will die. At that time, the enemies were still laughing proudly.

Long-term worries and near-term worries are like two big mountains, weighing him down so that he cannot rest.

Although the master has never been lukewarm to others, he unexpectedly likes to accept disciples.For some people, he can't even remember when they got started, what their names are, and they can only call them brothers and sisters with their eyes closed.

Most of the seniors have practiced outside, but there is one senior sister who always seems to have nothing to do, wandering around the mountains picking and planting flowers every day.He met her one day, she was holding a bosom full of flowers, she looked at him with a smile and said, "Xiao Yingjuexiao, why do you seem to be busy every day?"

Ying Juexiao forgot how he answered back then, most of them were kind words that didn't hurt.But the senior sister gave him the full of flowers at once, and left lightly when he was stunned, looking for new flowers.

Ying Juexiao thought, he couldn't do that.

Perhaps the saddest thing about him is not the hatred of exterminating the family, but the fact that he thinks he has an extraordinary destiny, but in the final analysis, his ability cannot match his destiny.

The nightmare caused him to lose all space to escape. During his day-to-day cultivation, he heard that Mu Xinghe had made a breakthrough and returned, and he heard that he had returned, and he heard that Mu Xinghe had experienced some major events, and he also heard that Ren Jing was carrying Ling Ling on his back. The anticipation of Xiao Kuangdao went down the mountain to practice.As spring and autumn come, it seems that only he is chewing on his own powerlessness repeatedly.

In his moment of despair and numbness, Han Jing came.

"Do me one thing, and I can help you get revenge."

He said.

"That person? He lied to you—have you been worrying about a mere rookie for so long? Hahahahahahaha..."

He also said.

A fine snow fell and melted on his skin, and the coldness made him finally withdraw from his complicated thoughts.

He sighed.

Whatever he was thinking, it was over now, his nightmares and fears, his hopes and humble hopes.

He reached out to catch Luoxue, and murmured, "Why hasn't this winter ended yet?"

He didn't expect anyone to pay attention to him, but a voice appeared behind him, clear and brisk: "Because it's only been 57 days, and a season hasn't turned yet."

Ying Juexiao turned around, the young man looked at him with a smile, his expression had a kind of leisurely and enviable look, like a cloud, he didn't care where he floated.

However, at that moment, Ying Juexiao thought of why he would calculate the time.Because perhaps after a while, he will participate in the inner sect competition to win something for himself.

Is a person with hope.

After the man finished speaking, he walked past him leisurely. Ying Juexiao also noticed that he had caught a big mouse in his hand, but he didn't know where it came from.

Perhaps it was because those messy thoughts hadn't dissipated just now, but he unexpectedly asked that person: "Don't you hate me a little bit?"

"No." The man turned his head. He had a pair of eyes that were not too deep, and when the light fell on his eyes, they were very clear and calm. "You are not someone, why should you hate you?"

Ying Juexiao was silent.

This man seems to have always been like this.Sometimes the indifference in the words really hurts.He didn't mean it, but he was too lazy to control his innate malice.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the man patted his chest again, with an exaggerated look: "But you still caused me a lot of psychological shadow, and I saw the cruel fellowship as soon as I came here."

He seemed to want to show that he was terrified, but his face was clearly full of interest, as if others would gladly accept the three or five psychological shadows caused to him.

Ying Juexiao didn't know what to say at first, and now she is even more at a loss for words.In the end, he could only say: "Sorry."

Then he added: "I won't in the future."

In the future, he is not from the same sect, and he has no ability to harm him.

Seeing the boy raised his eyebrows, he asked back, "In the future?"

Ying Juexiao was startled, and realized that she had said the word "later" unconsciously.

"Later" means that there is still a future, there are still many things to do, and there are still some good and bad things waiting for him. "In the future" is not only Wenxinya's seemingly endless winter, but also spring blossoms and autumn fruits, tall trees and sunshine in summer.

The young man laughed, he was already a young man with sharp outlines, it always makes people think about how handsome and sharp this man will be when he grows up.He smiled with a particularly bright feeling, as if the summer sunshine was in his smile, and even the evil spirit, consciously or unconsciously, was scattered in that smile.He walked over and patted him on the shoulder, and said in a familiar tone: "That's right, why pretend to be ashamed, don't you really want it in your heart?"

Ying Juexiao didn't know what to say, only then did he realize that even after he left here, his youth might have faded away, his age is not doubtful, his peers have become famous one after another, and he has no hope of revenge, after all, he still thinks about the future .

Even if the future is unpredictable, it is his future, a future that can be held in his hands and let him ruin it.

The boy said a word, and left with the big chirping mouse, leaving behind a sentence that gradually drifted on the road: "It's your turn to weave rope for Uncle Li these few days, you have to remember."

In fact, Ying Juexiao knew that what he was telling was a lie, so he asked him to do some time-wasting chores every day, saying that it was his turn to work for Uncle Li.But in fact, Uncle Li never paid any attention to him, let alone send him an errand. It was just that the man wanted to be lazy and tricked him into asking him to work.

But Ying Juexiao didn't care. In the past, she felt guilty and resigned, but now she seemed to be able to see a glimmer of clear sky in the haze of Wenxin Cliff.

In fact, he never gave up.

Because no matter what, he is still alive. As long as he is alive, he is luckier than many people. Even if he is unable to do what he wants, he still has a little hope, and he can hold the future in his hands.

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Thanks to ㄇㄧㄥㄗ children's shoes for inspiring me, I changed the emoji to express the life state of Uncle Li and Junior Brother Mu at the bottom of Wenxin Cliff.