Cultivate with an African God

Probably because there is still uncertainty about the results of the previous competition, Mu Xinghe was ups and downs in the dark sea, struggling constantly.

But he probably wasted too much and couldn't wake up after all, so he became more and more tired and painful.

When he tried to open his eyes, the light flooded into his eyes, and he could barely adjust to it.When the scene outside reappeared its original outline, he was startled.

What caught his eyes was a young man in white clothes and black hair. That person was looking at him with slightly lowered eyes. His eyes were cold and clear, like spring water in March.The tear mole at the corner of the eye is as red as blood in the heart.

Mu Xinghe felt that he was not sober.

Except for the sky and green trees all around, it seems that the whole situation is a bit illusory.But regardless of whether this is true or not, when he saw this person, there was only one sentence in Mu Xinghe's heart that was churning and surging, ready to break through his body and come out.

Mu Xinghe was probably really too weak, so those words came out of his mouth uncontrollably.

"Boss," Mu Xinghe felt his voice was a little floating, and it was difficult to speak, "Look, my Raising the Wind and Blue Sky Art is pretty good, isn't it half as good as yours?"

He looked at Shen Xiu expectantly.

Shen Xiu seemed to be in a daze, but then smiled slightly. As if to cover something, he raised his hand and brushed Mu Xinghe's face with his sleeve. The cool and soft cloth came with darkness, and Mu Xinghe's vision resurfaced. Engulfed by darkness, the bitter and cold aroma filled his nostrils.

"No."

When he heard Shen Xiu say that, disappointment grabbed his heart like a bird passing by, and quickly flapped his wings away.

It's okay, not this time, then there will be a next time...

But he heard Shen Xiu's voice resounding, as if with a smile as thin as a cicada's wing.

"You will always be you, never imitate me, and I can't replace you."

The cloth rubbed against his face slightly, his eyes were still open, but with the departure of the soft sleeve corner, darkness swept his consciousness again.

Perhaps it was because of the faint fragrance of flowers, this time, he slept very peacefully.

When Mu Xinghe regained consciousness in the dark, he heard the sound of birds chirping and the wind blowing the leaves. The breath was not at all the same as in the vague memory, which made him suspect that his memories came from dreams.

The girl's silver bell-like laughter sounded, and he even felt someone poke his face.

The girl smiled and said, "Oh, it looks like you're not too young, so you can use the technique so well. It doesn't look like it has been adjusted, it's not bad."

I only heard a male voice "tch" from a little far away: "You obviously came here because of the good-looking little brother!"

"That's true," the girl smiled again, "Anyway, you have to do the work, and you should always be in a happier mood when you work for the handsome young man."

Mu Xinghe opened his eyes with difficulty, only to see a girl with loose black hair in front of him. The yellow spring shirt was like a winter jasmine in the wind. Because Mu Xinghe suddenly woke up, he was surprised and widened slightly. Mu Xinghe closed his eyes, and smiled: "I think it's better to call me a handsome guy."

The girl seemed a little embarrassed at the moment, lowered her head to bandage Mu Xinghe, smiled a few times, and said: "Although your wound is a bit deep, our Yingzhou Immortal Sect uses high-quality medicine. The array can also preserve your pre-injury state, and there is also a healing array here, which should heal quickly."

Seeing her proficient movements and the faint healing power in her hands, Mu Xinghe knew in his heart that she should be a person who practiced auxiliary spells, so he frowned and smiled slightly: "Thanks for your hard work, too."

The girl lowered her eyes and smiled, but before she could say anything, a voice came between them.

"Come again."

Mu Xinghe looked towards the place where he made the sound. Mo Xun's face was pale, his breath was weak, those seemingly casual smiles disappeared from his face, he looked extremely weak, but his eyes were calm and stubborn, firmly fixed on the own body.

"No." Mu Xinghe said decisively.

Mo Xun seemed a little surprised, and tried to get up, but was held down by the man next to him who was dressed as a doctor from the Yingzhou Immortal Sect.

"why?"

"I can't beat you again," Mu Xinghe replied lightly, "Aren't I asking for trouble again?"

After a moment of silence, Mo Xun said: "...But just now, you won."

"I'm not sure about winning again," Mu Xinghe smiled. "In terms of cultivation and accumulation, you will only be stronger than me. I beat you because you don't know my methods, but I can guess." Find out your basic ability characteristics to target you, if you take out Zhu Jin from the beginning, I may not be able to win."

Mo Xun looked at him fixedly, and suddenly smiled, that smile seemed to still have the same appearance as before, but it lacked a lot of spirit and seemed a lot duller: "No, it was lent to me by Master, and I lost to him. You, Zhu Jin will naturally return it to him."

When Mu Xinghe heard about Zhu Jin, he became a little interested, turned around and looked at him: "I know Zhu Jin, what did she do after being subdued by your devil?"

Mo Xun looked at him in surprise, "Aside from killing people, what else would she do? Master said, she is a sharp weapon."

Mu Xinghe didn't ask further how and who he killed, but he was keenly aware of something. After thinking for a while, he changed the subject and said, "You seem to admire Mo Yu-jun a lot?" It can be seen that there is no need to use so-and-so to prove it.

Of course, it's not unusual for an apprentice to worship his master, but he always feels that it's unusual for him to be a demon cultivator.

Mo Xun didn't realize how strange this was, and said casually: "Master is a strong man in the world, isn't it normal to worship him?" Then he thought of something, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly: "That's right, your Taoism is different. We are walking in the evil way in your eyes, so we should disown our relatives. But we agree with this set of rules... The strong is king, and the weak are bandits. No matter what method is used, the loser must obey the winner, and the teacher respects his life How can you be disrespectful if you are so powerful that you came up to such a position by stepping on the corpses of countless people?"

In fact, Mu Xinghe used to agree with such rules. He felt that the rules of the world should be written by the strong. The weak cannot change their fate. It can only be attributed to their lack of hard work. Later...he didn't care about others or the world. He cared about it. It's because I'm unhappy and uncomfortable.

Mo Xun's voice was a little dazed, with a hint of a smile on his face: "I have always respected him, and even my way of doing things is trying to get closer to him. Of course, if I can defeat him, then this respect will naturally disappear. It's just that now... I have lost to you, and I am worthless in his eyes."

Mu Xinghe said "ah", but saw that Mo Xun closed his eyes, as if he wanted to suppress those emotions. His voice was lazy and deliberately indifferent, showing that he had slowly recovered: "However, even if Even an abandoned child has the value of an abandoned child, whether it is used or to bite back, he knows it, and I know it too, let's talk about the future..."

He seemed to be trapped in his own thoughts, and he didn't intend to communicate with him any more.

There is the sound of waves crashing on the shore in the distance, and the voices of people shouting closer. Maybe there is a very exciting competition going on there, but those evenly matched people on the competition stage will eventually leave after the winner or loser is determined. Take different paths and suffer different results.

When the blue veil was lifted, Mu Xinghe saw Zhong Zijin running in, and asked him repeatedly if he was okay, and Wen Xingze followed, smoothed the veil, apologized to the disturbed person in a warm voice, and squatted down Come down and ask how he is.

Mu Xinghe felt that the two brothers were really interesting, so he smiled when he saw them, and said, "With the care of Taoist friends from the Yingzhou Immortal Sect, they are naturally safe and sound."

Zhong Zijin looked at him and said with a smile: "You won that game, and the whole world will praise you!"

Mu Xinghe raised his eyebrows: "Of course I'm good."

"Let me think about it," Zhong Zijin recalled, and counted on his fingers, "I praised you for your character, said that the technique of turning demons with talismans is extremely dangerous, and said that you finally got the wind and blue sky. The trick is very, very good, they didn't expect you to use that kind of magic technique after you look like that—even I can feel that technique!"

Zhong Zijin was dancing, and kept saying that others were almost dumbfounded. They never expected to see such a level of competition at this time, and those boastful people couldn't speak - they looked very proud.

However, Wen Xingze looked at Mo Xun who was lying not far away, turned his gaze back, and said with a smile: "Your technique... is because you don't have much true energy, so you touch the ground with your hands, and use the magic circle of the test table The power of true qi to activate the technique? It is worthy of you."

Mu Xinghe also smiled: "As expected of Senior Brother Xiao Wen, you can tell from that."

At that time, he was already exhausted, and he kept his true energy to support his cuckoo bird, but he felt the power of the magic circle on the ground, and at that moment he was blessed to his soul. Using his understanding of the symbols of the magic circle, he absorbed a little His true energy helped him to use a tactic of scaring the blue sky and break the encirclement of Zhu Jin.

Whether it was the resurrection of the virgin boy, or the capture of the bird by the lingering wind, these were all within his expectation, but Zhu Jin was beyond his expectation, and he slowed down that wave of offensive with a method that he had never thought of before. The place he wanted to come to was the happiest place in that battle just now, and now thinking about it still feels like a hot current is boiling in his chest.

"However," Mu Xinghe was intoxicated for a while, and then came back to his senses, "Isn't your next competition only two games away? How did you come?"

Wen Xingze smiled and said, "I still think I'm a bit late."

Zhong Zijin then explained: "The interval between each game is very long now, probably to give everyone time to reflect on your performance. Then my brother insisted on watching the next game, so I waited for a while."

"Have you finished watching?" Mu Xinghe recalled that his next match should be the competition between Jiuxing Island and Liuren Academy. The monk of Jiuxing Island is good at strange techniques, but the monk of Liuren Academy is a standard student of Liuren Academy who is good at healing and assistance. , the competition between these two people should be the most peculiar in this Dao Discussion Conference.

"No," Wen Xingze shook his head, "but the little girl from Liuren Academy will win."

But the woman in the yellow shirt who was pretending to be sorting the medicine became interested, and turned her head to ask, "Why?"

Wen Xingze looked calm, and said slowly: "Probably in recent years, Liuren Academy has produced many outstanding disciples who are good at healing methods, so in the eyes of the world, Liuren Academy's best ability lies in healing, but Liuren Academy back then Standing in this world, but relying on divination. I observed the battle situation and found that the little girl's footwork and position all coincided with the principles of divination. It's still quite profound, Jiuxing Island disciples can't restrain her, she can heal herself, and even restrain Jiuxing Island disciples with spells, this round is no longer necessary."

Mu Xinghe thought for a while, then nodded: "I understand."

The woman in the yellow shirt listened to his words, she looked longingly, and said: "She is indeed very powerful... I also practice this kind of exercises, and I am almost powerless to fight back. I dare not go up to compete with others, but she actually It’s really different to come to participate and win.”

Wen Xingze smiled slightly: "Everyone in the world thinks that practicing the healing technique means being incapable of resisting and being slaughtered by others. It is indeed remarkable that she has come this far."

The woman shook her head, with a trace of worry on her face, she lowered her head and said softly: "People in the world...although we have been given status and put a lot of thought into protecting people like us, but when the critical moment comes, , but no one recognizes our value. ——I hope she can keep winning."

Seeing them discussing his future opponent, Mu Xinghe thought of one thing.

"What about you, brother Xiao Wen, your opponent, do you understand?"

Wen Xingze's eyes dimmed a little, and he sighed slightly.

"My opponent... is from Yingzhou Immortal School." He turned his head to look at the sky outside the blue veil, and there was a big bird passing by in the distance.

Zhong Zijin didn't understand the heaviness on Wen Xingze's face, and raised his voice, "I'm going to beat them up! Brother!" He had a fighting spirit on his face, and wanted to say something, but when he saw that this was the territory of the Yingzhou Immortal Sect, he wanted to say something again. He closed his mouth resentfully.

The woman in the yellow shirt blinked, looked at him, then at Wen Xingze, as if she didn't understand the fighting spirit just now, she said with a smile: "I know, your opponent in the next competition is our Yingzhou Immortal Sect Feng Tu, this is our most outstanding disciple over the years, his master has cultivated him vigorously, we all know how strong he is."

"Maybe it will be a fierce battle." Wen Xingze quickly calmed down the complicated expression on his face, and smiled as usual, with the distant sky reflected in his eyes, "Bless me, Xinghe."

The author has something to say:

Thanks for the mines from ㄇㄧㄥㄗ~Thanks to the mines from Kunyinhai Lane~

Today's update time is actually not what I wanted. No one thought that I would continue to suffer from insomnia on the third day after the insomnia.But this time I became very wise, since insomnia has the trouble of wasting time, I'll just get up and have fun!

The result is that the previous Dalabang bar was sung in words and songs, and it was also made into a song...