Spirit Realm Walker

Opening the book cover, the paper of "Records of Cultivation" is light yellow, exuding a faint musty smell, and the handwriting is neatly written:

"The way of water and fire lies in balance. Only by transforming water and fire into yin and yang can you master the master's Ice and Fire Art. After three years of entry, I have an epiphany."

Are you practicing again? Zhang Yuanqing raised his eyebrows.

The last time I saw such a description was at the Mountain Temple. In the notebook left by the resentful spirit lying on his shoulders, he mentioned some of his spiritual practice.

Breathing practice, drawing talismans, etc.

"Did the major professions in the Ming Dynasty rely on practice to improve, instead of relying on character cards? It may also be the background setting of the spiritual realm. Yin and Yang Sanren are all NPCs, like Wang Po and Xu Widow. The Demon Lord walked through this According to this route, he should have killed them at the time, but it was refreshed later, unless it can be confirmed that Yin Yang Sanren actually existed in past history."

With this in mind, Zhang Yuanqing turned on the computer at hand, logged into the official database, and searched for "Yin Yang Town".

However, apart from a few guides, there is no information about Yin Yang Town in the official database.

"Even the Sandaoshan Empress Temple is included, but the town where the people live is not in the database? Are the officials useless? How did it happen?"

Zhang Yuanqing cursed subconsciously and was stunned for a moment.

Why did I suddenly become irritable? Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a few seconds before he realized. One of the costs of the yin-yang robe: emotional instability.

"Huh, restrain yourself." He took a deep breath, "Yin Yang Sanren was a figure from the Ming Dynasty, but he is already dead. As far as I know so far, the only strong man who is still alive in the Ming Dynasty is probably Lao Bangzi."

He continued reading. Because it was in traditional Chinese characters, the reading speed was slow. After reading it for more than ten minutes, he roughly understood the background of Yin Yang Sanren.

He was born in a sect called "Water and Fire Sect". The founder of the sect was a divine figure in the Song Dynasty. The sect had a great status in the Central Plains, but the number of disciples in the sect was very small. It was not that the sect did not want to recruit more disciples, but those who had the qualifications to practice. Too few people.

Yin Yang Sanren mentioned a concept: the world is changing, but only a few can succeed.

"This is similar to what Miao Zhu said, the secret of the rise and fall of thousands of years." Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly turned back, but he couldn't find the reason for "changes in heaven and earth."

Can't help but curse.

Probably Yin Yang Sanren doesn’t know the specific reason.

In addition, Zhang Yuanqing also noticed that according to what Yin Yang Sanren claimed, disciples like him who had mastered the "Ice Fire Refining Technique" were very rare in the sect, and they were the elite among the elite.

"Water and fire are the same body. According to the concept of spiritual realm walkers, they have two major professions. This is impossible among spiritual realm walkers. If someone in the Five Elements Alliance has the ability of two major professions at the same time, I will definitely hear about it, unless it is kept secret because Special due to cultivation?"

While he was thinking, he read the book of monasticism.

"After I completed the Ice and Fire Art, I became more and more sophisticated. I dominated the Central Plains, and then I set foot in the north, where I rarely encountered any opponents. Then I went south to challenge the masters of various sects, and I won consecutive battles. I heard that there is a friend in Sandao Mountain in Songfu who is good at He summoned wind and rain, caught ghosts and subjugated demons, made elixirs and made talismans, and then went to challenge him, only to be defeated miserably."

"He returned to the master in despair and told the teacher about the matter. The teacher smiled and said: The same is true for the master!"

Sandao Mountain. This must be Lao Bangzi, it must be Lao Bangzi, hiss, is Lao Bangzi so strong? When I encounter him in the spiritual realm in the future, I have to consider what kind of kneeling posture can better experience sincerity.

Zhang Yuanqing bared his teeth secretly. After a second, he suddenly realized something was wrong and focused his eyes on the four words "Master and the same."

What Master Yin Yang Sanren means is: Your master was also beaten by Lao Bangzi?

Hiss, the founder of the Water and Fire Sect was a figure from the Song Dynasty, and Lao Bangzi beat him up. In other words, Lao Bangzi was ridiculously old, and her identity as Empress of Sandao Mountain was just a vest in her later years.

Zhang Yuanqing had to re-evaluate Lao Bangzi's strength.

Time passed by, and the record of spiritual practice became thinner and thinner. The following content contained some insights from Yin Yang San people’s travels and practice, mixed with the key points of breathing and breathing methods, the distribution of meridians, etc. Zhang Yuanqing didn’t understand it anyway.

What surprised him was that during the travels of Yin Yang Sanren, he made many friends from both good and evil paths. Yes, friends from evil paths refer to evil professions.

For those friends who have evil professions, Sanren's evaluation is: bold, knight-errant, happy and happy.

"Yin Yang Sanren doesn't seem to be a person with bad views. The evil profession he met is someone like Aunt Madoka? In other words, after watching him for most of his life, it seems that good and evil are not incompatible. It's not like that. Nowadays, for spiritual realm walkers, hostile camps will start fighting when they meet, and they can't wait to beat their brains out."

Zhang Yuanqing flipped through the pages quickly and was not very interested in what he had seen during his travels. It is worth mentioning that he got the Yin-Yang robe from an ancient tomb during one of his travels.

Since he had the Yin Yang robe, he began to call himself a Yin Yang Sanren, and went to Sandao Mountain to challenge Lao Bangzi again.

Still failed miserably.

From then on, the scattered people of Yin and Yang lay down, drinking and eating meat all day long, making friends, taking care of injustices, and taking heads of people when encountering dog officials.

When entering the old age of Yin Yang Sanren, this guy began to want to live forever, lamenting the bad luck and being born in an era of great changes in the world.

As I get older, my obsession with immortality becomes more and more serious, and Xiudaolu no longer talks about spiritual practice, but instead analyzes immortality plans all day long.

He even came up with the idea of ​​using the baby's essence and blood as a guide to try to refine the elixir of death. Fortunately, he stopped in time, but his obsession with immortality became more and more serious.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing felt a chill in his heart.

He had previously thought that the price of the Yin-Yang robe was not serious. After all, immortality was not a price to pay if one wanted to live forever.

Now it seems that after seeing that the Yin Yang San people want to live forever, and their thoughts are almost crazy, he realizes the seriousness of the price.

One day, the Yin Yang San people heard that the Empress of Sandao Mountain had become immortal. They were greatly stimulated and wrote in the monastic record:

"It's so sad that a beautiful woman who has conquered the country can't escape the passage of time."

After that, the Yin Yang Sanren established Yin Yang Town and slept in the dream of immortality.

After reading the Record of Monasticism, there is a lot of information. Zhang Yuanqing pinched his brows and sorted and digested the information gained:

Lao Bangzi is older than I thought, and he is terrifyingly powerful! The evil professions and lawful professions in the Ming Dynasty did not have a harmonious relationship with each other, but they were not necessarily divided into life and death.

For professions in the Ming Dynasty, the way to improve was through practice, not character cards.

If it is confirmed that Yin Yang San and Lao Bangzi are real characters who existed in history, then my understanding of the spiritual realm will change. However, among the NPCs I know, Lao Bangzi is the only one alive.

No, maybe I don’t need to ask them personally. I have a way to prove it. Zhang Yuanqing put this question in his heart for the time being and put away the spiritual record.

Next, he planned to experience the newly learned skill - fugue.

The moment this idea came up, Zhang Yuanqing became inexplicably impatient and wanted to try it immediately. No one could stop him.

North, the capital of Yan Province.

In a certain upscale community, a young man wearing a sports headband sat carelessly on a high-backed chair. Opposite him was a large, soft bed, on which lay a middle-aged man with his hands and feet tied.

He was bald, had a beer belly, and had thick black hair on his chest. His forehead was sweating profusely, his expression was frightened, and his mouth was stuffed with a thick towel.

The middle-aged man kept "whimpering" in his mouth, his eyes were full of pleading, and he was as weak and pitiful as a puppy.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," the young man said with a smile, "Look at how you look now, you really look like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy."

He stood up and walked to the bed, pulling out a sharp fruit knife from his waist.

"Woo woo woo" the middle-aged man's struggling movements suddenly became intense.

"Be quiet, I said, and listen!" The young man's pupils lit up scarlet.

The middle-aged man suddenly froze.

The young man sat by the bed, playing with the fruit knife, and said with a smile:

"I hate to be killed without teaching. Before I kill you, I will tell you the reason first so that you can understand clearly.

"The first one is to accept the transaction of power and sex and force good girls into prostitution. The second one is to act as a protective umbrella for the evil forces and cover up their murderous crimes. The third one is to act as a protective umbrella for the evil forces."

He spoke in a gentle tone and said more than ten things in various ways.

When he finished speaking, the middle-aged man on the bed was already stiff and motionless.

"Isn't this okay? Look, even your own conscience can't forgive you." The young man patted the corpse on the shoulder and said gently: "Don't be a human being in the next life."

He stood up and left the bed, came to the window, opened the window, breathed in the night wind, looked down at the lights of the city, and sighed with satisfaction:

“The world suddenly became better.”

Human nature is ugly, and the world with people is dirty, so the world needs to be cleaned.

At this time, the cell phone rang.

The young man took out his mobile phone, held it between his two fingers, and held it high in front of his eyes. He stretched out his fingers with his other hand to answer the call:

"Yinyue, what's the matter?"

"Magic Eye, have you had enough? Return to the headquarters quickly. The Master of the Killing Palace has killed many of us in the North. She is very good at hiding. I need your eyes." The voice on the other end of the phone was loud and violent.

"Watch your tone!" The young man said with a smile: "You are a divine general, how dare you talk to me like this?"

"I'm paying attention to you Male Gobi!" The person on the other end of the phone became even more irritable and yelled:

"You four heavenly kings all have something wrong with you. The one who ranks first, Sha Bi, shouts for freedom all day long and can't find anyone. The second ranked one actually told me that she wanted to challenge the Lord of the Palace of Killings in a battle post. She didn't accept the challenge. Take action?

"The third ranked killer just happened to enter the spiritual realm again. Our eight great generals can kill that bitch, but we can't find him!"

The young man scratched his head: "Okay, okay, you know my rules, give me a reason to kill her first."

"Do you need a reason to kill?"

"Don't you need it?"

"When she was hunting members of our organization, she accidentally injured two civilians. Does that count?"

"Forget it! I'll go over and kill her now."

"You are a fucking psycho. Are you from the lawful camp or the evil camp? No, you four are all crazy." Silver Moon God General cursed, changed the subject, and said:

"Li Xianzong is dead!"

"Huh?" The Demon Eye King raised his eyebrows and the smile disappeared from his face: "What's going on?"

"I met Yuanshi Tianzun in the dungeon and was killed."

"That's it." The smile on Demon Eye King's face returned and he raised his lips: "Then after I kill Palace Master Zhizhi, I will go to Songhai to collect reasons for killing Yuanshi Tianzun."

Zhang Yuanqing floated up, less than ten centimeters from the ceiling. Looking down, he saw that his body was lying quietly on the bed, without breathing or heartbeat.

"If I don't return in twenty minutes, my physical body will die completely."

Zhang Yuanqing had a realization, and immediately floated out of the room very quickly, and walked through the wall to the living room. His current state was very strange, floating and controlling objects seemed to be his innate abilities.

This means that he can use props to deal with enemies in his spirit state, such as holding a knife or shooting a gun.

In addition, the power of the spirit body is the power of Taiyin. He can still perform Night Tour and Xiaoyue, but he can no longer open the inventory, but the overall strength is worse than the main body.

The advantage is that in the spirit state, he is immune to physical output, but is extremely afraid of "mental" attacks.

In the process of thinking, Zhang Yuanqing drifted into the bedroom of his grandparents. The two old people had already fallen asleep.

He changed his route, crashed into the wall, and came to his aunt's bedroom.

Beside the window with pink curtains, my aunt was standing in front of the window wearing a thin nightgown, silently looking at the night scene.

On the bedside table was the black lace bra she took off, it was not too small.

Jiang Yu'er's head tilted slightly, then he suddenly stretched his waist and muttered: "I'm so sleepy, go to sleep."

Zhang Yuanqing watched her get into bed, close her eyes, her face was quiet, soft, round and well-behaved.

I don’t know which man will be able to look at this sleeping face every day in the future. He looked at his aunt’s sleeping face and thought to himself, spirits can possess them. How about trying to possess my aunt?

Then I thought about it, and it didn't seem right to experiment with my family, so I immediately plunged into the ceiling and went to the house of the resident downstairs.

Downstairs was a young couple who lived with their parents. As soon as Zhang Yuanqing penetrated the floor, he heard the creaking sound of the bed, as well as the inconspicuous collision sound hidden under the thin quilt.

Looking around Xun Sheng, he saw two overlapping bodies.

Um, it's not the right time to come. How could he possess me and watch a dirty movie live? He had no choice but to give up.

At this time, he heard the collision intensify, then subside, and the rising and falling of the thin quilt also stopped.

Then came the wife’s complaint: “Why is it so fast again?”

"I'm a little tired from working overtime these days."

"You said the same thing last time."

"Oh, aren't you bothered? Go to bed. You have to go to work tomorrow."

Brother, you need the Laster Spray to regain your confidence as a man. Everyone upstairs and downstairs will give you a 20% discount. Zhang Yuanqing’s spirit body surfaced and returned to his aunt’s room.

This time, he entered the uncle's house next door with a clear goal and came to the master bedroom.

My uncle and aunt didn't sleep. One was wearing a facial mask and watching variety shows, and the other was watching rap videos on his mobile phone, saying a few single words from time to time.

"Look at this Yuanzi, eating hot steamed buns, looking stupid." The uncle's head suddenly dropped, then he immediately raised his head, looked at his wife beside him, and said solemnly:

"I think we should be nicer to Motoko."

My aunt kept her eyes on the tablet and said, "Don't we be nice to him?"

"I mean financially, I should give him more pocket money. Although my mother will give him money, as uncles and aunts, we should also give him more."

"Oh, then I'll give him a few thousand a month," my aunt said nonchalantly.

"My aunt is so kind. Oh no, my wife is so kind."

Auntie's attention was not on her uncle, and she didn't care about the slip of the tongue. She watched the variety show and said disdainfully:

"You said that your eldest sister only knows how to make money these years. When has she ever worried about Motoko? She never goes to parent-teacher conferences and never cares about her studies. He, a child without a father, is bullied every day in school and doesn't care. It's up to you. She goes to school to make trouble. She throws money away from her son at every turn, thinking it’s a big deal. Bah, her little money is nothing.”

The uncle looked embarrassed: "Say less."

That's my mom after all.

Auntie sighed:

"Look at Motoko over the years, he would rather dance with you than ask for her money. When this kid first came here, he was only in elementary school, but he was very cautious. Whenever you were not around, he would come to please me. He was afraid that I would hate him. I can't live in my home.

"You are also very careful with your parents. You were not close to your grandparents at that time, so you learned to rely on others at a young age. Well, I remember Yu'er was like this when she was a child, so they have been close since childhood."

After saying that, she saw her husband's eyes were filled with sadness.

"This isn't like you." My aunt noticed something was wrong.

Xin said, at this time, you should do a talk show, such as: If you have me as your uncle, it will be the same if you have a mother or not, ah, it’s the same!

"sleep!"

Uncle put down his cell phone and pulled up the quilt.

The next day, Zhang Yuanqing came to the unit wearing a mask and a cap.

After ascending to the second floor, he glanced at the office area, came straight to Guan Ya, and said:

"Sister Guan Ya, I want to ask you something."

Guan Ya had already used diluted life essence to repair the injuries in the copy. She turned the ballpoint pen flexibly with her fingers and said with a smile:

"Do girls like it longer or shorter? Or thicker or thinner?"

Zhang Yuanqing said helplessly: "Don't be like this, I'm just a child."

Guan Ya blinked: "Did I say anything? I thought you were asking about high heels."

Zhang Yuanqing coughed, corrected the topic, and said:

"I heard from Xie Lingxi that the ancestors of the Xiahou family were the first batch of spiritual practitioners? How long did he live? When did the first batch of spiritual practitioners appear?"

PS: The typos will be corrected first and later, please vote at the beginning of the month. Asking for a monthly ticket! !