Cultivate with an African God

People began to recall those legends about spells.

Afterwards, the person who used the spell was regarded as the honored guest by the high-ranking family, but the protagonist of the story lived alone, closed the door, and refused all voices from the outside world, and the outside world never heard her voice again.

When people get used to the peaceful and peaceful days again, someone stepped on the mountain and knocked on the closed door.

The woman who hadn't responded opened the door and stared intently at the person coming.

The person who came here didn't seem to feel that it was a bad attitude. He had a leisurely posture and a bright smile: "I heard that many high-ranking officials here have sent valuable medicinal materials? Can I have a little bit?"

The young man stood in front of the door with bright eyes.

This time, the female gentleman finally didn't say that those with bad intentions should not enter the door. She opened the door silently, and then watched the two people come in and closed the door silently.

Mu Xinghe brought the boss into other people's homes, but his attitude was very familiar, and he kept talking to the female gentleman.

"Why don't you go back to live in Ruan City, this mountain is really high and steep."

"I heard that you don't accept apprentices, why? There must be many people who want to learn."

"Wow, is this a reward? The people here are really nice."

It was just a hut in the mountains, the room was not big, and it was even more crowded because of the objects sent by others. The table was full of messy papers, with strange symbols drawn inside.

The female gentleman pursed her lips, ignored Mu Xinghe's question, but asked: "What happened before, why?"

Mu Xinghe's voice stopped, this woman liked to ask why, and Mu Xinghe wanted to recall what her why meant.He thought for a while and replied: "They don't believe in magic tricks. If you show the magic tricks to the world, they will believe it."

"...No," the lady closed her eyes, and the blackness under her eyes became more and more obvious, "This is indeed a dead end, and I myself will not be able to use that kind of spell after that day, and what I did before is meaningless .”

Mu Xinghe walked over, looked at the draft on the table, and suddenly smiled: "Who knows."

He really didn't know what it meant.He can clearly feel what kind of future this world will usher in. The era of magic will eventually pass, and the waves of time will turn those memories into dust and stories that no one will listen to.

But there will always be people who insist on whether it is meaningful or not. They stand there, like a lighthouse, watching the ships that come and go.

It is not difficult to be a smart person, it is easy to be a person who can benefit from the situation, but it is very difficult to be a fool all the time.

Mu Xinghe didn't know if all persistence was rewarded, but he thought that someone should see and understand these persistence.

"Girl, can we borrow the medicine here?" Shen Xiu glanced at Mu Xinghe and said, "He still has some injuries that haven't healed yet."

The female gentleman didn't care about this, and replied coldly: "Anything you want." But at the same time, she pulled the futon beside the bench, and said to Shen Xiu: "Please."

Mu Xinghe muttered something like "It's all because the boss doesn't know how to heal", but the person who was accused of not being able to heal didn't care, and said, "I have learned enough."

Shen Xiu took a seat beside the short table, the woman took out a bag of tea from the corner, frowned and put it back, and sat down as if giving up on herself.

She didn't speak, neither did Shen Xiu.Mu Xinghe looked around, then turned his attention back to his eyes, as if no one was humming and looking for the medicine he wanted.

After a long time, the female gentleman spoke.

"When I was young, suddenly one day my veins were clear and my way of thinking was clear, so I thought I was the one destined by destiny." The female gentleman suddenly smiled. She seldom smiles usually, and this smile is always somewhat forced. "Thinking about it now, it's just a misunderstanding."

She raised her eyes to look at the person in front of her. Her eye sockets were sunken, and her eyes were dark and gloomy: "Those spells, those spiritual apertures, it turned out that I stole other people's things, and they never belonged to me."

Shen Xiu looked down at the somewhat damaged little girl, her eyes sunk in the shadow of her eyelashes, unable to see her emotions clearly.His tone was very light: "In the past, someone took great pains to tell me a fact-everything I got was given by others, and it has nothing to do with me."

Mu Xinghe's movements froze, the female gentleman remained silent, but Shen Xiu continued to speak in a leisurely manner: "Everything went well in the first half of my life. If you need skills, you need skills. If you need magic weapons, you need magic weapons. It's all me, and it's so easy to learn something. Later, what the thing tried to tell me was that these are its gifts, and I'm nothing without it."

The female gentleman pursed her lips, her voice hoarse: "It seems to have knocked down all the foundations of standing."

Mu Xinghe looked at Shen Xiu, Shen Xiu looked calm, he had an excellent appearance, one stroke was too thick, one stroke was too light, bright as the moon, quiet as a jade mountain, even in the shabby room, he still had the appearance of Leisurely watching flowers in the courtyard.

In fact, Mu Xinghe guessed this matter a long time ago. He knew that Shen Xiu was a pawn who couldn't help himself. Every step he took, someone was trying to lead him into the abyss, from the glorious past to the present of betrayal.

At that time, he was thinking, what a graceful figure this is, but it is a pity that it is a marionette.

Shen Xiu lowered her head lazily, and smiled slowly: "But what does its thinking have anything to do with me?"

The white birds are gone, and the spring breeze stays behind.

Mu Xinghe's eyes stayed on that smile.

After all, he thought wrong at the beginning, Shen Xiu was never someone's marionette, Shen Xiu was just Shen Xiu, the world is so big, and only this Shen Xiu was raised.

The woman was silent for a long time, and finally stood up suddenly: "You are right."

She got up and sat down again, buried her head in the messy paper pages, those talisman symbols and densely packed words were reflected in her eyes, as if there was nothing else.

Shen Xiu and Mu Xinghe left the hut, Mu Xinghe was carrying a basket of herbs, and asked, "What do you think she understood?"

"I'm living a good life," Shen Xiu paused, looking at the wind blowing grass on the field outside the mountain, "That means that some things will belong to you after you put in the effort."

Mu Xinghe squinted his eyes and stretched: "I think so too."

Shen Xiu is like that, and he should be like that too.

Even if one day the system took away his cultivation again and made him lose all the abilities the system gave him, he would not think that his life would be better than death and he would be like a useless person.It is his own blood and sweat that built the foundation of his existence in this world, and he has worked so hard that his hands will not be unable to hold anything.

His self-confidence comes from the other shore he has walked from the tip of the knife again and again, from the results he has found in failures again and again, not from the chance of heaven, not from the dependence of the system.

His reliance has always been himself.

"You just said something about the past," Mu Xinghe walked on the mountain road, suddenly stopped and sat down, "I still want to hear it."

"Actually, you should know." Shen Xiu also followed his intention and stopped, "In the past, everything went smoothly for me, but even I thought it was impossible for such a coincidence, so I spent all my effort to investigate."

The shadows of the trees cast on Shen Xiu's face, making his radiant eyes have a different kind of depth, he closed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes fluttered in the wind, and a tear mole was very bright.

"I've been thinking for a long time about what I can plot, but I think it's just Yunfu's status and inheritance. If that's the case, I will destroy my connection with Yunfu," Shen Xiu smiled lightly, "So I got a warning. Then The warning was not conveyed by anyone, but told me one by one. At the beginning, everything was difficult for me, and there was no more Yunfu sect Shen Xiu, and everyone in the world called me Lord Linyuan."

Mu Xinghe was silent for a long time, vaguely aware of Shen Xiu's mood, and said softly: "I think the name Linyuan Jun is quite good."

Shen Xiu looked at the distant sky and said resolutely, "I don't like it."

Mu Xinghe saw some sarcasm on that person's face, but it surprised him a little childish.

"What kind of Linyuan is Linyuan? Trembling like walking on thin ice like facing the abyss? Linyuan is envious of fish, it is better to retreat and make a net?" Shen Xiu said with downcast eyes, "I don't even like it."

But Mu Xinghe stood up and pressed Shen Xiu's shoulders. He was slightly lower than Shen Xiu, so he had to raise his head slightly to look into his eyes.The young man's expression carried a gentleness that was very strange to others and himself, like the careful touch of the afternoon sun.

"You know, the place where I come from is different from yours. We have a saying there. Although it is not a good word, I have always liked it." Mu Xinghe looked at Shen Xiu, his eyes were full of concentration that he himself did not realize, "Fighting with the evil dragon for too long, you will become a dragon yourself; those who stare at the abyss, the abyss will also stare at you."

There was a slight wave in his heart, but suddenly his eyes were covered with cool palms, with a bit of bitter cold air.His eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, feeling the texture of the opponent's palm.

"do not look."

Next to his ears was Shen Xiu's low voice, carrying some emotions that could not be deciphered.

Mu Xinghe and Shen Xiu built a hut on the mountain.Shen Xiu didn't care where he lived, for him everything was just healing his wounds, but Mu Xinghe was too lazy to use his rare true energy to change his appearance, and took the opportunity not to ask Shen Xiu to change his appearance.They are all practicing in closed doors, and everything in the world is just between opening and closing their eyes.

When Mu Xinghe retreated and stabilized his state, he would occasionally visit the female gentleman who was their neighbor. The female gentleman was buried in the sea of ​​books, writing something every day, and her appearance didn't seem to change much.

Once Mu Xinghe kindly reminded that she is actually from this world, and she should be more free than them in using her true energy, so changing her appearance doesn't take much effort, and she can make herself a little happier.

The female gentleman laughed when she heard the words. As time passed, her gloom in the past dissipated like dark clouds, and the remaining gentleness and calm were like the sky after the storm.

"I've changed," she said with a smile, "that's how it is now."

When she was young, she was rebellious and arrogant, and later she hated others and herself. It was not until wrinkles climbed up her face and her eyes became more cloudy that she found peace in her heart.She feels that she is in her best form now, better than any kind of youth and youth in the past.

Mu Xinghe occasionally went out, and Shen Xiu's meditation was longer than his. Although Mu Xinghe was with him, the time they were not in the state of cultivation at the same time was only a little bit.

That day, it was dawn.Shen Xiu suddenly woke up and awakened Mu Xinghe.

"Has this day finally come?" Mu Xinghe said.

"En." Shen Xiu said.

When they walked to the lady's wooden house and knocked on the door, there was no answer.

A bit of zhenqi wrapped the pure white feathers and melted in Shen Xiu's hands. The room was still crowded, but the table was neatly arranged, as if the owner knew that he would disappear forever.

There is no limit to learning, but there is a limit to life, and life is like a green pine, which is convenient for the green hill to die forever.

The desktop is a carefully bound book. The pages are from old to new, and all of them record the secrets of spells, the usage of talisman seals, and the distant world where spells exist.There is no title, but the author's name is written on the title page, painted with silver hooks on iron, dripping with ink.

——He Qingsong.

Many years later, a child dug out a book from the library, which recorded the strange talks of the ancients, including the secrets of the so-called direct access to the immortal world, and the various appearances of the immortal world told by the immortals.

The child opened a pair of curious eyes, and asked: "Is there really such a world? I am very smart, and someone will pick me up. There are many sects, and everyone can learn many spells, and then call the wind and rain, omnipotent—"

The young mother was a little sleepy, she patted her shoulder lightly, half-closed her eyes, and said casually: "There will be."

The author has something to say:

Thanks to Xiancao www for the massive mines~Thanks to the mines who call me Dongdong~

It is said that in the last chapter, a girl felt ashamed that the world was over, but this chapter is the end.This part I want to call it the flower of the end, the things I love are dying unstoppably, and there are still people who care for it and want it to bloom.

The environments in the last two worlds are not normal, and they belong to the kind where Mu Xinghe can do whatever he wants. The next world will be a little more normal, maybe even more abnormal. In short, it will return to an ordinary adventure story—if I haven’t changed the setting.

In fact, I am not very happy recently, because I wrote that I found that the next world may be a bit long, and the end seems to be in the foreseeable future. I clearly expected to travel around the various worlds, return to the original world to solve the problem, and it will be over. Now I find that it seems like I still have to write for a long time, and I feel a little anxious and a little angry.